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Details | Rhyme | |

One Nation Under God?

It’s a sad situation, the state of this nation
of murderers, molesters, and thieves
I can’t help but wonder as we continue to plunder
at how we create our own grief.

We bully and batter, look out for the splatter
as we rob our own children of pride,
It’s no wonder our sons take up their guns
while we all sit back and ask why.

In this generation, of vain masturbation,
which can create its own self in a tube,
Each woman is master and can now choose to blast her
fetus right out of the womb.

Gender reversal is no longer controversial
(in fact it’s barely thought of as odd).
As men become women I find my head spinning
at man’s struggle to be his own god.

When possibilities ignited we just got so excited
about the fact that we could,
that perhaps we forgot to think whether or not,
as a civil society we should.

Somewhere in the thicket chirps our Jimminy Cricket,
hoping that someone will hear,
While we in the piety of civilized society
stand stoic with fingers in ear.

Make no mistake ‘bout the risk that we take
by not heeding ol’ Jimminy’s call.
Consider the thought that God you are not
and pride always precedes the fall.


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You make me feel numb

I do believe in magic
I so believe in peace
I believe you know undoubtedly
Of beauties and of beasts
The human spirit can withstand
And rise above the shrine
Belittle all you want, my dear
I’ll be the dwarf in time
But I’ll evolve as I hold dear
These sentiments that haunt you
I’ll cherish every single tear
Because you’ve plagued me to
I’ll turn the other rosy cheek
Though undeserved it may be
I will forgive, but won’t forget
The promised growth inspired in me
Further more, I wish to say
Remind me that I’m still alive
Disturb the sleeping monsters 
Please provoke me to survive
You compliment this hypocrite
Attention seeking scum
And help stick out the finger
That outranks the sorest thumb


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T.V.

Boxed in prize-fighter
Spinning punches for a sold-out crowd
Tubes and tubes

Run chain for miles, rust spots baring
Stark, empty Jews
Playing corn in a field, as
Nazi golems keep track of the moves.

A dusty field lying naked and bruised
Soaking a fever 
Like a garden patch, mid-Sundayafternoon.
A mindless hum and the funereal gloom

Turns black to life - avarice Mary; my wife
Has been sick Seven years - with undying green eyes
Her clock springs sprung, like the misshapen tide.


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United Kingdom Of Whores

I welcome you to this magic kingdom
Drowned in endorphins and stale perfume
To hide the stench of sweat but not shame
You're free to leave but you won't be the same

So grab a drink, have one of my fags
So many girls in glamourous rags
Fight 'til the sunlight on sticky floors
Tomorrow morning they'll regret it, of course

Forget your morals, you won't need them now
It makes more sense to follow the crowd
That seems so happy and carefree
Intoxicated is the way to be

There's nothing here, just hate and lust
Values I live for get ground to dust
Purity killed by one night romance
Loyalty doesn't have any chance

If you're looking to lose yourself
Leave your soul and brain on the shelf
And find yourself washed up on the shores
Of the United Kingdom of Whores


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Humanity

Time comes and goes
People pass by and fly
We have only memories left
But we remember the sad ones
And easily forget the happy ones
We live in regrets
Saying... what if?
We live in fear
Saying... what will?
We have lost our humanity
We live in the past
Forgetting the present
As if there is only the past tense
We live in memories
Forgetting the future
As if there is no future
We love to brag about our ancestors
But what have we done now?
We all are losing ourselves
War... Drugs...
We think we are fighting for a cause
But that cause is only our greed
We think we are building the future
But we are destroying the future
We are losing our humanity 
And there is little left of it...
It is time to stop the war
And move along with peace
Nations send armies to others
Saying:"We've come to civilize you"
According to the dictionary 
Civilize is defined as conqueror
Send not armies! Send food and medical supplies!
Why do you come in the name of peace?!
If you only bring with you destruction!
What is happening to Afghanistan?
Why do you send guns instead of pills!?!
Or is the Vito more important than lives?
I am not from Europe, I am not from America
and I am NOT from the Middle East...
I do not know such things...
I am from Earth, regard of my nation
Nations are only names, we are all one
We are connected; we live on the same planet!
Why does one want to kill his brother?
IS IT FUN? WHY DOESN'T EVERYONE TRY IT?
I do not want to lose my humanity
Knowing that little is left in this world
This world can yet be fixed...
And it starts with two words: Love and equality
And it starts with one road: kill the Vito
Cause if it was a man, I would've killed it for the best
You think Hitler is gone?! Well now there is a stronger one
Look at Jerusalem! Hitler wouldn't dare do such things!
Why do we keep looking at the past?!
Forgetting what now is happening!
If the same ones who were massacred by Hitler
Are the same ones doing worse to Arabs?!
Why do we spend billions on weapons?
Instead of spending them on science?
Or at least save other nations from starvation
Why are we better than the Africans?
We have the same God! Or is it because of their color?
I just wish to ask one question to every human being...
WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHEN YOU STAND BEFORE GOD?

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A tribute to all nations and hope all be safe :)


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blood transfusion



Details | Free verse | |

A Declaration On Independence Day

On Independence Day
I declare  independence 
from American imperialism.
I declare U.S. out of Iraq.
And while I am at it
the C.I.A. out of the business
of supplying murderous thugs
with rifles and uniforms 
along with the strategies 
to extinguish
democracy in Haiti.
I also call for the pullout
of State Department funding
in the not so secret 
overthrowing
of the fair and duly elected
President of Venezuela.
On Independence Day
I have the right to say
we need a new policy.
Therefore, I call
for independence from oil.
I call for windmills 
and solar panels
and cool looking hybrid cars 
getting 100 miles to the gallon.
I am tired of chanting
No Blood For Oil.
On Independence Day
I look to a nation
involved in war for war's sake
war to simulate the economy
and make our leaders look great
and call for a different fate.
I declare our politicians
give up corporate sponsorship
and live up to this great nation's
highest aspirations.
Freedom from
illegal occupation.
Freedom from 
propaganda and torture.
Freedom from 
criminal actions
on sovereign nations.
I declare transcendence.
I declare we live up to
life, liberty and the pursuit
of happiness
for all humanity.
I declare world independence
from monarchies, theocracies
totalitarianism, oligarchies 
and otherwise puppet regimes.
And I declare we all share these 
inalienable rights. 
Including the right to assemble 
organize and form unions.
Protect the health 
of our elders
newborns and the environment.
And I refuse those who would
deny blacks
the same rights as whites
by suppressing their vote 
with twelve hour lines
in the blistering cold.
Let us all have our say!
And while I am at it
give the poor a megaphone
on mainstream talk shows
let their voices be heard
in the court of public opinion.
I declare freedom from
billionaire owned media
conglomerations.
Let independent democracy
infiltrating the television.
Thus let us all speak our truth
and be protected 
from the tyrannical majority
and those empowered by the muzzle.
I declare that our forefathers
envisioned this and much more
in the age of enlightenment.
So that one day
every one of us
on this magnificent planet
regardless of class or culture
national and religious origin
sexual persuasion or gender
would be endowed and empowered
by an independent
yet universal 
human rights agenda.


Dean Walker


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

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


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Tendencies

She'll be loved, a modest, pure and golden Love, but hers is lust . . A teenage dream of youth today Refraining from true trust; Explosive social tendencies to Decide her right from wrong, Human instincts not so human But a technologic song- It shall hum to her desire, In another whom she'll cross; Mechanic works inside her brain, Must force her soul a loss. Such a choice yet to be made, Though no pain inside shall pass. Due to social tendencies, Yes, due to social tendencies . . His heartache be her last


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Normal To Me

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beast Within

Where does my conscious go, when demons raise their fiery eyes, 
They steal my very soul, killing all which is sanctified,
Engulfed by instant fears, no longer hearing loved ones cries, 
The beast within appears, telling me I am justified,

I have already lost, no reprieve from my mortal sin, 
All reason now is blocked, as I become the beast within,
No pity can I feel, as I make my grandiose stand, 
Yes the horror is real, as I destroy all that I can,

Where do my feelings go, when demons raise their snarling lips, 
Bringing an all new low, into my life now torn to bits,
Certain of being right, I flail and thrash as if in fits, 
I threaten and I strike, with great fury the demon spits,

Yet I still stand and shout, my ugly hate and derision, 
Accusing lies said out loud, revolting words - degradation,
Just look at what I’ve done, I scream my blatant confession, 
Ready to blame anyone, for my evil molestation,

Where does my true love go, when demons raise their gruesome head, 
Destroying all I know, without slightest hesitation,
There is no where to hide, hideous deeds - infinite dread, 
Shame crushes senseless pride, nothing left but devastation,

Recoiling in horror, reality enters the room, 
Now begins the torture, judgment of my now mortal soul,
The evil that is me, my conscious has become my tomb, 
I look and all I see, marks my spirit and takes its toll,

Where does salvation go, when demons raise their awful screech, 
Making damnation grow, as dark shadows envelope me,
How can I persevere, and escape from this demon’s reach, 
For he is always near, and may kill eventually,

Cold and chilling insight, I now realize what is at stake, 
And the one path which might, protect the ones I truly love,
But how can I just leave, this world I worked so hard to make, 
And cause even more grief, for family and God above. 

Where does my resolve go, when demons raise their deadly claws,
Tearing at all I know, stealing my conscious care and pride,
I can’t run anymore, all is destroyed everything lost,
Now beaten tired and sore, I’ve lost my path into the light,

Who can I reach out to, when all I love recoil in fear, 
Eyes beseech black and blue, where once was love - now only hate,
Yes I know - I’m the cause, the reason for each falling tear,
And while demons give pause, I must face my terrible fate.


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Crackened

I have just scratched the surface of my latent hatred
Of my blind, awe-inspiring, narcissistic, misanthropic, vehement self
In Flames draws it
As, I believe, Nightwish will
There is so much power here, my heart is stone.
But inside, oh how is it acerbic!
Corrosive, burning
It burns! I feel… the burn

It yearns to burst out 
To… to kill
Do I mean that?
No, just thoughts.
Twisted, darkened thought.
Define me?
No, they do not.
The moment I turn this music off
I am out.
I am me.
But, right now, I am king.
A god, DO AS I SAY!
…and leave me be.
Desolate, forgotten.
Anything else is unsatisfactory
No… IT IS TORTURE.

So get away.
Get away!
Humans make me weak.
I acknowledge no pain,
only that which you give me

So leave! 
Go, go now! 
...and live.
It is all your fault,
it is all your fault!
My twisted, wretched existence
Bound by darkness,
Bound by rusted iron chains,
to this never-ending life
of pain, of misery, of anguish!
Escape? There is none.
Certainly not by your hand
You are foolish, you are human, and you are nothing.

How could you think us equals? 
Don’t you see me? 
Don’t you see my power?


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Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


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The Illusion of Magic

It's the empty spaces
That we long to fill
It's our lifelong dreams
Lying unfulfilled

The apathy takes hold
The caring ceases
A semblance of a normal life
Lies at our feet in pieces

When the magic no longer amazes
And charm has all but died
Nothing left to hold onto but hope
And give it another try


Details | I do not know? | |

Strike

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Fore there's no future otherwise.


Details | I do not know? | |

Kristin Listen!

Hello my friend,
Hope all is well
This is your bud,
'Ol tom bell
You might wish
To read this poem
"Bad Day at the Eyedoctors"
A true tom tale
And shows what a fool I be
So check it out,
And you'll see!


Details | Free verse | |

Bite.

Stone apples 
painted green granite
lip gloss lips to kiss them
frozen smiles bitten

Red breath
from a lover's listen
Stone apples
wondering what is missing...


Details | Blank verse | |

Forlorn

In my heart there’s no longer 
loneliness from longing for love.
Finally found someone to love, 
but he is my silent sorrow manifest.

In my chest there’s still even now 
a prolonging lonesomeness.
Finally found somewhere to live, 
but it is my isolating incubation erect.

In my head there’s still me, myself, 
and I comforting my lonely heart.
Finally found someway to befriend, 
but they are my persona’s karma manifest.

In my soul there’s no longer 
loneliness from longing for love.
Finally found some truth of whom I am, 
but my heart’s still filled with loneliness.


Details | Ballade | |

Pretty Paper Doll

You scowl in anger as I turn to go,
   Your gemstone eyes so full of jealous heat;
You do not understand, and cannot know
   The thoughts that turn my head and guide my feet.
The image which you have is incomplete,
   And so by definition soon will fall.
Your views are suffocating -- obsolete --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

I will not bend my head or stoop down low
   To make myself a mindless slab of meat,
Or let my soul be shaken to and fro
   To lose itself and crouch beneath your seat.
Would you deny my voice to hear the bleat
   Of brainless chatter, just to watch me crawl
To bed and spread my legs beneath your sheet?
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

An ever-changing wind will come and blow
   Through Winter, Spring, and Summer, in the street;
And restless waters will forever flow,
   Their colors cool, their textures smooth and sweet;
Yet you would change the pulsing, throbbing beat
   Of Life and Love, to answer ev'ry call.
Mistakes made in the past, you would repeat --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

Your mental boxes, always stacked and neat,
   Have packed my essence up against a wall.
Take care, my love -- this gypsy heart is fleet;
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.


Details | Free verse | |

Drowning in a box of condoms

    I'm a virgin. 
 Yet I'm a peer educator 
  I teach people about sex
    and how to put on the condom.
    sometimes the irony does bother me
 There's an endless supply of condoms 
     in my custody daily yet I have no need for them
     You should see the eager faces of the kids  
    grabbing them out of boxes like their gods best made gift
      I can't share in their glory 
      all I can do is watch 
        I hate  watching
         I'm mostly a doer not a witness
         So in this case I just feel out of place
             out of context
              Lost? Not exactly
              Cause i'm not exactly a saint
                  I probably know more than the one's who are active
                   which makes the irony even more ridiculous. 
                        But I guess it's just that need to be in with the crowd 
                            The need to feel like I belong
                               Less and less virgin's hang around these parts
                                   I'm starting to feel like i'm the only one left
                                             like i'm waiting for nothing. 
                                                         The condom box is calling out to me
                                                          The multiple flavors tempt me to taste. 
                                                                     Yet i'm still me. Therefore i'm lame. 
                                                                     Therefore i'm waiting...
                                                                    For what i'm not even sure anymore.
                                                                    I though it was because I was looking for the right guy 
                                                                     Maybe i'm just inept in this area. 
                                                    LoL that's a laugh. My body knows I'd  be a champ.
                                                                  But it also listens to my head. 
                                                                               Maybe that's what's the problem.
                                                                               Who knows? 
                                                                All I know is that i'm drowning in a box of condoms. 


Details | Ode | |

Ode to a Woodpecker

The ladder backed pecker,
like a prison uniform.
Caught-up in exposing
the truth beneath the bark,

of the poet's apple tree.
We prefer ourself in spring;
with tiny little flowers,
and the fruit of possibility.

Yet, if not for the woodpecker,
tapping holes into poems,
we might not ever see
the flesh and blood of raw meat.

I will climb that ladder back,
escape pre-decreed standards.
Tap into that syrupy mixture
and suck-out truth from hard wood.

Yes, lessons from a jail bird.
A pest in the Avian Kingdom.
Wisdom from the little rebel,
beat-out of a tree.


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Mockingbird Still Sings

Children sexually abused
Hiding secrets none accused 
Mockingbird still sings

False Charities stealing money
Laughing while nothing’s funny
Mockingbird still sings

Corporations shredding evidence
Seas of hypocrisy and decadence
Mockingbird still sings

Cheating partners losing trust
Teens pregnant from a night of lust
Mockingbird still sings

Rape victims ashamed to speak
Lives destroyed remaining meek 
Mockingbird still sings

Middle East raging in war
All for pride nothing more
Mockingbird still sings

Delicate babies addicts born
Crack whore moms selling porn
Mockingbird still sings

Gang bangers need attention
Killing for an honorable mention 
Mockingbird still sings

Fools and vengeance shall expire
For winds of change to transpire
While mockingbird still sings


Details | Free verse | |

Stoned

Just a sniff or a whiff 
soothes the soul,
a kiss of the syringe
fills with peace and joy
so great alas! Temporary.

Oh! what many'd give
to soar on wings eagle's
and to the highest peaks climb
amidst tunes angelic.

But many a soul oft shatter
under its grip inexorable,
bound in chains and iron fetters
to a sniff, whiff and
oh! A kiss of the syringe.

They sit back and fantasize,
but the Peace they seek
is naught but an illusion,
a dream they chase and ne'er get
till they bid the world goodbye!


Details | Free verse | |

In The Dark

You say don't talk about it
You say let it be
You say its too dark
And the words are scary.

Don't speak  the unspeakable
Let the rape and murder
Remain a headline to disappear.
Don't discuss the pedophile
Who isn't bothering your child ...
Yet.

A moviestar father talks to his daughter
Like she is crap
Just another rap
All he has to do is apologize.
Thats the new deal ...
just apologize
And It will pass and be forgotten except
For the darkness of her pain.
Her pain that will remain
Forever.

I am sick in this darkness
Oh God, if you exist
Please help me undo this twist
Of the knife in my soul
Of the rage that I feel
This can't all be real
Oh God what have we done ...
How could we?
How could we?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Will No One Save The Children?

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


Details | Free verse | |

princess of suburbia.

cupcake.
dollface.
blue eyed beauty.
cookie cutter girl,
princess of suburbia.
she's sick,
because she likes it.
blood confetti on her notebooks,
the twinkle in her eye.
staining words on twisted minds.
her followers.
they want to taste the berries on her lips,
feeling the metallic taste in her mouth.
they love the broken things,
mangled shoelaces,
hearts torn apart.
they look up to her.
she used to play with barbie dolls.
turning them into baby prostitutes,
coke heads,
models who rose above.
she used to sing to herself in the basement,
or where ever there was running water.
math makes her brain itch.
wal-mart makes her claustraphobic.
so lets break out,
she thinks,
slipping valium into her teddy bears head.
no need to hide from the monsters of her mind.
theyve already gotten to her.


Details | Lyric | |

Is It Sinister To Be So Seductive

Drink Down The Deepest, Darkest Reasons For Me To Stay...

I sin in shapes while the dozer beats us both down
By one or two, my thumb is fingering my cell phone
After 3 or 4 I've got your voice choking the airwaves

Baby the beat in my heart is much greater than the beating you've given me
So I'll charm on
I'll be the burden to your apple tree
Your appetite is not right
Anymore

The pitchers here are for drowning out equality
The lights are dim so we can all pretend that we are someone else
The songs are loud because the only way to shake you off
Is to beg them for a headache, and I'm...

...waking up (waking up)
With headaches and pieces lost from the night before
BUT WHAT THE HELL ARE FRIENDS FOR!?

Tap me out like a quarter in the slot machines
I've made a mess of your ragged little magazines
Trendy eyes are the spies for the latest scenes
And now my buttons are cut to look like pine trees
(it makes sense to me, it makes cents for me)

So write me off with your shoulder to the jukebox
I've been here once, not twice
And still I've got you figured out
The whore
On the dance floor
Waiting for the biggest score
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Reapers Call

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


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The Man Behind The Scene

You’re so cynical, your mind is kind of hazy,
you’re out of touch and you can’t see reality.
Wrestling with your demons it’s plain that you can’t win,
you scheme and you plot over and over again.

So hateful of opinions that differ from your own,
you turn your ears to no one but yourself alone.
You are but a shadow of what you ought to be,
far removed from all the rest of humanity.

Fences you have built all around you,
holding back all the good things that you can do.
When will you ever learn to show your trust,
when will you finally get rid of your mask?
I can see through you, it’s plain to see you’re lost.

How can you ever think that you can do no wrong
when I see confusion follow you all along?
Isn’t that self-confidence just a front you keep
to cover the pain that you’re hiding there down deep?

Arrogance is your profession, you’re worse than a fiend,
vanity is your bedmate, pride is your best friend!
Love is what you hate and hate is what you love,
all that others own you want to steal and grab.


Details | Couplet | |

In A TIme

In a world filled with lust and sin,
People knock, but can't get in.

There is no right, and there's no wrong.
There's no perserverance to carry on.

There's no happiness, and there is no sorrow.
Folks look forward, but not to tomorrow.

Uncertaincy grips you as you proceed with caution.
Victories are won, but not very often.

Now is the time of broken hearts,
When folks move on, and don't get very far.

Where you want to hope, you dare to dream,
And everything in life is more than it seems.

A time in life of missed opportunities and lost chances.
Where people no longer believe in "love," or "romances."

The world once known has come to an end,
And a 'new,' less appealing one is about to begin. 


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Reality (Age: 12)

"The world is your oyster,"
Some wise man once said.
This wise man was nuts,
What was wrong with his head?

The world's a cold place,
Which is easy to see;
From our cool, mirky waters;
To our beautiful, dead trees.

They used to talk about soulmates,
When love equaled life;
Now they murder the husband,
Who cheats on his wife.

"Every man for himself,"
That's our new motto now;
And try finding a man, 
That could pray or teach how.

"The world is your oyster,"
Some wise man once said;
I wonder if our wise friend,
Ever got out of bed.


Details | Lyric | |

Teach Me How To Love

I was born beautiful
But…deformed by men
Lead me the way… 
To humanity


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

DOMESTIC ABUSE

the children are crying
again there's trouble in the house
their mother's in the corner all bloodied
and cowering like a mouse
the father, the husband
who calls himself the king
seems to only dispense verbal abuse
and violent beatings
the police have been called 
but she won't have him arrested
she thinks her faith, beliefs 
and vows are being tested
her friends can't understand why 
she won't just get away
her family is praying that
he won't kill her some day
 
domestic abuse seems to be on the up-rise
yet society always seems to be shocked and surprised
you'll hear people say, "they seem like a very nice couple"
but behind those closed doors there's nothing but violent struggles
the children are always looking neat on their way to school
they seem very shy and the mother acts somewhat cool
but inside that house no one really has a clue
of the level of domestic violence and abuse


Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Rhyme | |

The Last Laugh

One of Life’s indisputable facts:
Government reserves the right to tax;
And tho’ they waste far more than they should,
It’s supposedly done “for the common good.”

Economists use the word “propensity,”
Just a fancy word for “odds”, you see:
The odds you’ll save, the odds you’ll spend,
And how many Tax Dollars those odds will rend.

The basis for U.S. government budgets is “Total Tax Dollars Collected”;
And any overtures to reduce those collections are summarily rejected;
And should a source of taxes have declined or dissipated,
Other taxes are increased and/or new taxes are created.

Many, if not most, of these taxes are “regressive”.
That means their actual impact on income is “progressive”...
But “progressive” in a very negative way.
Relatively speaking, the Less you make, the More you pay.

Whether you make it or sell it, need it or want it, Congress will tax it;
And, once a tax is on the books, Congress has zero “propensity” to relax it.
Congresses, Federal and State, love to tax Luxury and Sin;
Smoking Sinners have had their taxes raised again and again and again.

Cigarette taxes are frequently raised, the “claim” is to drive users to quit;
But Truth is measured in Billions in taxes, so we know supporters are “full of it.”
Meantime, Non-smokers reap many benefits, while Smokers foot the bill;
And if that should change, Non-smokers would taste a financially “bitter pill.”

Taxed and taxed and taxed some more, but not yet into submission,
Smokers could shift their tax burden to Non-smokers…without their permission.
Yes, what if one Fateful day, those Smoking Sinners, Each and Every one,
Just put them down and said, “I quit.”; said en masse, “We’re done!”

Congresses would be clamoring to derive Billions in Taxes elsewhere,
At first, Non-smokers may not realize the impact they’re about to bear.
When an industry dies, businesses and people’s jobs are lost…it’s true;
But all those Tax Dollars must come from somewhere...the likes of me and you.

So righteous, whining Non-smokers maintained their hue and cry.
Ever pushing Congresses to tax those Smoking Sinners… tax them ‘til they die;
But after quitting, Ex-Smokers would pay less, while Non-Smokers would pay more.
Guess Non-smokers didn’t think far enough ahead, didn’t really know the score.

All those dreary anti-smoking ads, many of which falsified the cause,
Would disappear.  And what about all the useless anti-smoking laws?
Instead of Non-smokers not liking Smokers, Ex-Smokers would serve instead.
"The bastards are costing me money. I wish they had smoked 'til they were dead."

So, Ex-smokers would be getting healthier and spending far less;
And may be cause for some Non-smokers’ financial distress.
While they ruefully pay more, Ex-smokers' pocket books will attest
By reminding Non-smokers daily......the Last Laugh is Best.


Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Rhyme | |

The Right Thing to Do

Written 7 March 2014
-------------------------------------

Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”

He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’  to do.

So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, Mr. Johnson?”
“Sure, Bruce. What’s on your mind?”

“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”

Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”

Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“Mr. Johnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?” 

“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there.  We’ll be fine.

If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.

And both our parents can save money 
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”

Mr. Johnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?

“Why, Mr. Johnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”

Desperate now, he thought, 
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce... “We’ve been lucky so far.”
 


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.


Details | Narrative | |

Midnight Again

Its midnight again, TV on
The sofa becomes my bed
As the confusion of our lives
Fills my weary head

At times I drift off
And think of days gone by
How I yearn for yesterday
So bad it makes me cry

Other times I feel just like a kid
With something new to share
And you put your soul around me 
And tell me how much you care

At times I think its working
Like I’ve finally met the mark
And all too quickly it ends
And I’m alone, on the couch, in the dark

Why can’t it all be the way it was
That day on top of the hill
Am I really as bad a person 
As you can make me feel


Inside I try so hard
Outside it seems I don’t
I want to meet your needs
But I don’t know what you want

I try to be your husband
Your lover and your friend
Somehow I never am
And I find myself here again

I try to be a father
But those efforts just backfire
Somehow I manage to destroy
Everything that I desire

I ask myself, “Is it worth it?”
Why don’t I start anew
And after hours of contemplation
Just one answer, “I love you”

And resolved to that end
I lay my heart to sleep
And I pray the lord
Our souls together he will keep

A silent kiss to you and the kids
In hopes of a better day
As I close my eyes to dream
And let my troubles drift away 


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Haiku | |

No Fear

Evil's popular,
But I will do the right thing.
If caught, so be it.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


Details | Free verse | |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"


Details | Free verse | |

Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Corners
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/24/2013


Details | Ballad | |

The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Exploded Revere

Each and every heart has lost its way
Xanadu is just fictitious, this you know.
Pain flows with love, as the wind doe s blow.
Love can be pretty or just as ugly any day.
One heart beats so different, in every way.
Dear lonely heart, listen to your spirit glow.
Each passing moment will tell the way to row.
Dream your desires, but live in reality today.

Revelations shall take your heart for a little ride.
Explosions build and fall, love has crescendos.
Veer carefully in passions lost, before you decide.
Eventual truth will guide you; out of these woes.
Respect your soul, don’t let your heart be the only guide
Every love shows, grows, though not without repose.


Details | Lyric | |

The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






Details | Prose Poetry | |

To weather the storm

Storms above me, storms below, Storms of violence, Storms of sadness, Storms of anger Storms of people laughing, mocking my existence Sorrow, and the joy of the few lights of hope and friendship echoes Through the storms The storms surround me night and day No land sight Poseidon’s rage is all I see No mercy found, twix’t night and day But for the brief repast The gift night brings To weather the storms I travel unseen, unheard Past those who give the storm its powers To the places in my dreams Where night and day are side by side And Wolves gather below the moons Midday and night, to sing Their songs of peace Of legends from long ago Of loyalty to their pack And the fight to survive. To weather the storms I look to the wolves As a cub, to the mother The strong live to be the hunters Whilst the weak become the prey The storm takes all Partial to none it hunts One by one, boat by boat, all fall to the storm Human, Animal, Angel, Demon, the storm resides in us all waiting to take hold to drag us to its depths when hope is gone darkness rules until the Light is found hope is gone


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I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness! I know of someone holding unforgiveness! This has led to a life of much bitterness! Toward his brother, he’s held on to a grudge. From his viewpoint, he won’t even “budge.” No matter what God’s word has clearly spoken… He’s walked with a heart that’s been broken! His son prayed that God would speak to him! That he would forgive, so God could heal him! Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do! If you want God’s mercy to flow through you! We’re not called to “hold back,” the love God’s given! Through Christ shed blood… We’re all forgiven! May the love of Christ come and touch us! It’s no secret how much God really loves us! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul! May we express your love, wherever we go! May God’s gentle love, be what always binds us! HIS words; “love one another,” do remind us! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Terzanelle | |

our homeless plight

come, my child, let me hold you tight,
so I can keep you warm tonight.
I pray God ends our homeless plight.


Dr. Ram's triplet contest


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The Tic

Just a twitch,
started years ago,
hidden,
controlled,
no one knows this burden still exists,
held deep in my soul,
only letting go when I'm alone.
The world thinks I'm crazy,
tries to dissect,
comprehend what it all means,
when the tic wants to show.
The looks,
the stares,
the worry,
so I let it all build up,
tighten my soul,
my neck,
till I just have to let it explode.
So, there are days 
I just sit alone on my couch,
me and my twitch,
just letting it all out.
A tic,
controlled,
something I try to keep unknown.


Details | Free verse | |

The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



Details | Rhyme | |

I pledge allegiance

Counterfeit in politics a prerequisite
For sale by owner, got cash, you can buy
Their influence
God Bless America and all the Capitalists
Starting vanity wars, to the public's pleasing
Forget humanity, we don't need a good reason
You've got a resource, we'll exploit
And criminalize all you endorse
Comply or die, our foreign policy
Ain't about you..it's about me!
The American dream..
Forget about your culture 
Cause it's about to get raped
Your new God's the dollar
Won't assimilate?
You just took your last breath
Suckers thinking about escape
The hypocrisy of democracy
Disguised with the mask of liberty
Cause ain't nobody here truly free
The only saving grace
Of infiltration to western waste
Is absolute power corrupts absolutely
Even residents of an establishment
For the people by the people
Have become blase
Sitting and thinking about
What would our forefathers have to say?


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Living Under The Weight Of A Label

The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look 
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book

Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made 
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown 
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown

Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind 
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist 
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste 

That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name 
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a stupid game 
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie

That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride

no life ahead with a dead end job, shovelling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope

So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole 
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul

If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'


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Fight For Your Right To Be You

This is getting crazy Fire burning everywhere All because of Late We fight for our right Don’t be held down Let’s riot! Be you, no one else Fight for your right The fight will burn into the night Let’s rebel, let’s riot! Anarchy is our rebel yell We’ve been turned down Pushed around Stared at Let’s burn this mother down The Rejects will rule now Screw your rules Let’s start a Revolution Glass shatters Put up your fists RIOT! Fight for your right to be you!


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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


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~Virus~

Vehemently tagging Victims
Impassively Impartial Illnesses Partake
Reveling in Recurrence and Replication
Unbarring any Understanding.....except Universal
Septum’s Of Organism’s Seeking Sinister Salvations 

A VIRUS…….is no mortification
Rather simply 
                     ......an unforeseen deceptive disguise  
Fervently Floating through our thick .....polluted skies~




Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





Details | Free verse | |

Offended

Offended 
is ignorance
a lack of understanding
silence 
is not for everyone

humans speak
and do things 
different than you
or your faction
true 
or untrue
or stretch truth

what's the worry?
stressing 
over someone else's beliefs 
takes you away 
from your own routine

offended 
is a waste of energy
needed for nothing
causing dangerous sparks
within one's mind
one's heart
one's soul
becomes contaminated
with preoccupations

vengeance breeds furious
often unexpected actions
of ill-will occur 
or changes for the worse 
creep 
in the shadows of good
growing
taking over
"spiritual kudzoo"
none could tame

extinguish your dealings
with petty rage
of another imperfect being's mouth
cancer vanishes easier
with early detection
MOVE ON!
or at least learn
from your polar opposite 


Details | Sonnet | |

River Deep, Mountain High

How do we ever know whom we've come to know
All we see is their periphery, externally on show
But what resides from within, can be River Deep, Mountain High
With levels we can't seem to count, internally they cry

Internally they cry, into a world we can't comprehend
It's no wonder they appear like this, if me, I'd be round the bend
One minute their world seems so right, suddenly a darkness descends
All it took was explainable, but a different signal they send

A different signal they send, yet it's receiver appears to know
What was there originally no longer appears to show
Just like a pendulum swinging, to the left and to the right
No middle happy medium, for when it stops out goes their light

When it stops out goes their light, and a darkness descends
Maybe it's what they had become, driven round the bend







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


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Nothing More Or Less

Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less

My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Dead
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less

I cringed for originality 
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED 
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less

Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark 
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less


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Not Sofa King Cool


          A
College Dorm sleeps
Four per room
Keg party 
Loud
Too much Boom

           A
Drunk freshman sleeps
Where he falls
Coeds toss him on 
The sofa 
Instead of snooze in
the halls

            A 
Sorority girl 
Named him  
“Sofa King Tool”
Now he feels like a Fool
Not Sofa King Cool


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CONQUERING DIVISIONS

I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..

I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..

I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..

They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..

We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..

By: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
1:16am


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Down....(from a common man)

Don't tell me I won't like it...it's not for you to decide.
Don't tell me how to raise my children...we're doin' just fine.
Don't tell me not to worry about the economy.... you're not livin' back with mom.
Don't tell me not to agonize over the Gulf spill...well, I'll stop when I see one of THEM start!
Don't tell me the "Republicans" and the "Democrats".... it's all a smokescreen anyway.
Don't tell me terrorists are up to no good...I have a sneaky feeling neither are YOU!!
Don't tell me to feed the children of the world.... let's start with our own!
Don't tell me to save the planet..... from the window of your European S.U.V.
Don't tell me I'm wrong.... who made you right?

Don't tell me you're not keeping me down....and kindly take your foot off my neck!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

send him down, let justice be done

"send him down" LET JUSTICE BE DONE.
 
"send him down "spoke the head of talking wool.
the victims crowd cheering at a volume suitable to fit the crime.
the judge looks lost with his last boom of the gavel.
another day,another life lost to life.
but life don't mean ten years or more.
he's done two on remand,and will be free in five more.
life don't mean love no more.
the rich fly the sky's as the poor share the floor.
 
 
"we'll appeal and repeal"said the barristers stare.
matched timidly back by the broken man's glare.
the crime he'd comited was to want to survive.
he fought his attackers and paid with two lives.
should he have laid still there and died?
and had he died there and laid.
would justice have come and made his child less afraid?
would confusion have gone up in smoke with the blame?
 
"we love you and miss you"read the letter of volumes.
the solicitors are writing through a red taped army.
here are some kisses from us all for you to consume.
your name will be upheld and no longer tarnished.
we love you old fool like the wind loves the rain.
like the birds and the sun, we'll rise together again.
untill that day dawns let hope be your sun.
send him back up,LET JUSTICE BE DONE.
 
 


Details | Haiku | |

WikiLeaku

Whatever you say
Will never silence one thought...
This is modern war?

Watch the video: "About This Poem"


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Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment


For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Free verse | |

The Nobodies

We are the nobodies
Unloved, un-hated, un-phased
Outcasts of the world of popularity.
Banished to the fringes of existence.
Finding joy- is a rarity- no solidarity
Always seen at a distance-
because we are the resistance

Nameless faceless and speechless-
When we speak the response is an echo
Bouncing around in a black hole
We can't hide from it so lets go
Into the darkness of our abandoned soul

Alone, lost, and shrouded by darkness
left to face the shadows of heaven
Lost in life- Our suffering is endless!
To each other we are brethren. 

We are numbed by pain
And blinded by shame
we are social life's bane
playing popularity's game

We are the nobodies...


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Trial

To the wisest there is no answer
Even as a multitude perplexed
The one whose trouble is their concern
Knowing far less even for himself
Ordinary yet alone and seemingly unparalleled
Perhaps the narcissism talking
The rectitude repair if possible
But no happy cure

Not for this one like a
Substituted sheep upon the altar
Could it not have been an object
Of less potential
Unguided and unsourced, fearing
The before it is too late
Life lived as days not as a whole
Never having had an adequate defense
Against the prosecutor who knoweth all


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


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45th- BLANK

there are 2 blank cards
in the angel card deck so
today I'm "depressed"

for this to be the 
best country in the whole world
today it looks sad

just happy that I 
was a member of the age
of Aquarius

our best hour was 
revolution of 60's
created big change

now elephants rule
just capitalistic pigs
love hear themselves squeal



Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

PENNY WISE AND POUND FOOLISH

The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million

If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters 
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand 
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?

Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes 
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools 
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts

If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security



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By Reason of Insanity

Harken now 
To this tale most foul
Don surgeon’s cloaks and help disembowel…

Demeanor so tainted, rationale denied
Mental state not withstanding, five children have died
By her dripping wet hands, motherly guile
“Just sit in the tub, baby; just for a while”
“Mommy will hold you, now don’t be afraid”
For there is no stopping the plan she has made

The youngest is helpless, clenching tiny pink fists
The oldest is wary and tries to resist
Undaunted and composed, she chases him down
Since he knows her intentions, he’ll be next to drown

Surveying her work, she surely must know…
But she doesn’t stop there; three more to go
Now that she’s finished she lays them out neat
Onto the bed and covered with sheets

Surely exhausted, but lucid enough to phone…
The police and her husband so she won’t be alone
Not now with the babies, for all is so still
Her clothes soaking wet and getting a chill,

She waits by the door for them to arrive
How fortunate for her, that she’s still alive
To face a jury and be given her trial
Let us sit back and watch the system churn for awhile

The verdict is in…finally those tiny voices will be heard
But what we hear instead are these very words:
She is “Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity”
Here we are now in our feeble humanity
Trying to fathom the innocent suffering
Not bearing to think of such a horrific ending

But alas, here our story must draw to a close
While we contemplate the sweet late children’s repose


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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Rhyme | |

Fallen Heroes



Shoulders stooped…eyes downcast
Just a remnant of his past
One day there were  medals pinned
Standing straight and disciplined
Before his peers and singled out
A Hero they said, without a doubt!

Now he stands…shoulders stooped
A cardboard sign about his neck is looped
What price glory…what price fame
No one even remembers his name
Where is the hero of yesterday
Is this the price that he must pay?

Where is our gratitude…where is the thanks
For risking his life in planes and tanks
Even animals take care of their young
Now he lives, forgotten…unsung
Walking the streets, hungry…forlorn
Wishing he had never been born!

Where is the hero of yesterday
Is this the price that he must pay?
For shame America…land of the free
He risked his life for you and me
How quickly we are wont to say
Whenever we see him to our dismay
“Just another vagrant today”
And avert our eyes and go on our way!”

Where is the hero of yesterday
Is this the price that he must  pay?

Copright©2011  For Paula Swanson's contest - Do You Know The Cardboard Man?
(All rights reserved)


Details | Free verse | |

JSA BLUES

Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Countless jobs for the unemployed. Just search and see. It must be true the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take any job you can get. Work 80 hours a week. It's for your well being, the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take minimum wage if you must. That is all you are worth. You will thank us some day the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. I have the JSA blues This Government would not lie. The JSA blues. Government would not lie. JSA Blues. Would not lie. JSA blues. Not lie. JSA blues. LIE!


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Individual

Solely self inflicted
Jury Judged Convicted
On them I've fed
Salty years I've bled
A society in form, though not in norm
Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake
A  knotted pine snake heedless to participate,
I am in the middle of a thirst that slaked so little...
I freaked when steel teeth gleamed brittle solutions;
A fistful of retribution means bitter restitution.
Oh Give me the civic salivation,
In this petri dish of a nation!
Drench in cream, stir in oil, I will never eat that!
With blow hards and carbs, and  ministries of garbs;
You're not wolf, you're wolfs dying breath contained.
As bloody sheets and gray streets bleed blood into shame,
Where monkey thimbles play rat -a -tat – tat  on your heart...
And mind games are healthy missteps into tripped up reality,
While hat tricks plagues a story played by mindless pricks
And lightening strikes thrice on thunder driven carrion.
Touche.


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Jose

Jose, the kid on the corner --
El Macho -- who knows no English
and who sells himself to eat
(being still not quite dry)
slept last night in an alley
shielded from wind and eyes
by the bulk of two dumpsters
positioned at angles to each other.
This morning, his smile's
as brilliant as sunshine.
And if he's not exactly squeaky clean,
he's only a little the worse for wear --
probably more immaculate than we,
potential buyers at whom he flaunts his wares.


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Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless 
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
bare.
skimmin’ 
	skippin’ 
		scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical 
warfare.

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 
lit 
missile. 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”


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They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


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DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


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You Are Rich

Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe
For the bottles of balm are empty
And medicinal hope grows angry
I derived my madness from creativity
Revealing the remains of my humanity
‘Cool off, child’, I heard a soft voice whisper
But can’t you see I live off the flame?
It asks for no nickel or dime!
But it seeks to destroy all the same
The small voice returns at times
And often my heart listens
But we all listen
And only believe in the inevitability of pain 
I speak of the majority
Not of you
For you are blessed and beyond disgrace
You have a life—a beautiful face

And most of all, you are rich
With attributes I can only dream of 

You are rich with life and purpose
Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand
You lift me without touch or care
Disposing me from your treasures
Because though you meant no harm, 
You are rich with blessing
And must remove all possible threats
So my festered lament
Remains an enlightenment

I can say I am rich in poverty
But you are forever rich
In Mystery

What hurts the most is knowing
I may be wrong about you
For you are so obscure in this mind
And as empty as I am I wish to be filled
In your richness
But we all are filled to the brim in the end
And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad
There is nothing I wish to discard
So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair  
And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare

That you are rich
And always will be richer
Than me—or he


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Sophisticated Pied Piper

Once, kids’ eyes lit up while outdoors creating manual, playful scenes
Stories performed by Puppeteers were great fun for young and old
Today, they all seem mesmerized; eyes affixed on video screens
With parents juggling hectic hours, warmth is vaporized from abode

Trending now is video games; spawns of machines have taken over
Hearts and minds made as cold as steel, make you wonder what lies ahead
I doubt the creators are satisfied to have found a four leaf clover
As in the case of Frankenstein, don't be surprised if they try to raise the dead!

Let's face it, we live in a world of greed!  Don’t expect a ban on video games
After all, they say, each one comes labeled with a “suggested” rating!
So, it’s up to parents to guide; make time to preview same
As this sophisticated pied piper, for a while, in our homes, will be staying!
~*~ 

For Yasmin's "Video Games Contest"


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No Respect - Show Me the Anger

Never to be challenged would not be expected.
One’s spirit would truly die, forever being infected.

Respect beyond years of age, enhanced by service scored.
Each day passing seems I am just a little bit more ignored.
Sincerely I see others being from outside welcomed aboard.
Persons with only profit for them are welcomed in accord.
Exasperated I continue to do my job for no extra reward.
Calmness is harder to reorder in my daily extreme restored.
Thwarting abounded, stabbing my abilities with a sword.


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A Hospital Stay - Part VI

                                                                   6.

                                                   Miracles and Miseries

The world resolved itself back into focus
As I lay amid the swarm of monitors
Still gulping the sword that brought me breath.

The worst now past
Many small miseries remained,
Chief among them the continuing mystery
Of my flooded, struggling lungs.

Finally I breathe well enough for the sword to be removed,
But the tests go on and on
The birth of each day bearing forth
Its own fresh indignity.

They give up guessing and haul me down again
To be opened anew and read for signs.

On the day this is done
The invisible agents of death outside
Decide to mock their pursuers
By leaving a tarot card at that day's shooting site.

They chose the Death card, of course
Revealing how little those 
Who choose to play God games really know
About the mystical.

Dreaming of omnipotence through dealing death
The unseen assassins miss their own meaning;
For this card signals change, the ending of present things.
They have unwittingly declared their game will soon be over,
Predicting their own demise.

Meanwhile the doctors make their own spread of me
And come up blank again.

     Once more I return to I.C.U.,
     Held together with staples.

     Once more the little agonies ensue:
     The sitting, the turning, the testing.

By night they come for my blood.
By day they come for  tests.
Always, in the background, the quiet moanings
Of we, the damned, condemned to medical Limbo
Roll on with the blind passage of hours and days.

     The English nurse comes, all brightness and bubble
     To heave my fragile self about;
     She's a welcome break in the monotony
     As my sustainers come and go.

Again the busy bedside conferences
And again the final admission
That all their probings have led down blind alleys.

A last-ditch effort is finally proposed:
Direct drainage of the drowning lungs.
To them this seems as a grasping at straws,
But to me it seems the one sensible solution,
And I look forward to it eagerly.
My inner mantra of "This too shall pass"
Is wearing thin.

Like a Christian martyr of old,
They pierce my back with their lance,
And the sea within that is drowning me
Finds its way out.

As the noxious waters within rush out,
Air surges into my grateful lungs.
From this moment, recovery becomes the new reality.

As I recover,
Indiscretion leads to capture 
Of the unseen terrormakers.

To the astonishment of all, 
They prove to be a dignified looking black man
And his enthralled protege' -
No prior convictions, no history of trouble 
Attached to them at all.

This is how our modern Destroyers come calling.
Well dressed, well spoken models of propriety.


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Seeds of Desire

Enemies of love, pride and injustice
The actions of the benevolent unnoticed
Omnipotent powers
Spark the cigarette that blinds your eyes
The smoke that hugs your nose, and penetrates your clothes
Grey streaks on rose-colored dyes 
The red man that guides your actions,
Is the same man you look at in the mirror
Childish ambitions, oh cute superstitions
Ego of a scapegoat, the nightmares of gloat
The pirates of humanity afloat with no fear
They mime the tale of those who seek
The money in banks and the water of the creek
Their enemies brandish guns, cars and jewelry
Brownish tones of indifference
The Robin Hood mentality of selfishness
The human condition overlooked, 
Suffering is malignant
The cancer spreads to the lungs of the desperate
Shooters of chemicals and perverts splattered in blood
Shrewd victims of consequences
Flooded in waste, the barriers of insecurity
Robbing our children of their eloquent innocence






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Rag Doll

i break down once more, lost falling off of the highest precipice of my own bitter consciousness tumbling down, crumpling to the floor in a pile my worn and sagging shoulders crushed with the weighty knowledge of this injustice that is my ceaseless torment this abysmal internal darkness which claws into my mind driving me mad with sorrow and fear and contempt now i pound and plead, shudder and scream my blue button eyes spilling saltwater and i find myself wrapping limp, lifeless arms around my sack body; shields to ward off this desperate, terrible loneliness that is growing inside this empty husk of me for my stitching has torn, and my sides have ripped and i've spilled all that i am onto the carpet; all of the sawdust and cotton fluff the silly stupid meaningless nothing that makes up my entire existence now all that remains is this hollow aching inside of my fabric body a hungering for an escape, anything anything anything please this slow throb that drowns out all else reminding me forever more that i am and have always been truly alone.


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EAT TO WORK TO EAT

Work to eat or eat to work?
This is seemed similar to:
“Who comes first, the egg or the chick?”
I want to work so I can eat
I want to eat so I can work
There are times I don’t eat but I can still work
No work no pay, no pay no eat!
How could I work if banks have my wealth?
Am I working for the banks?
Am I enslaved by the banks?
Or I am the slave of myself to love the banks?
I am looking for real money to buy food
Not the fiat money when cut became useless
I need silver and gold when burn still holds worth! 
When I can have it I can eat to work!
Thank you capitalism!



BAY WM-KL
2:19PM, Saturday
31 March 2012
Neldy Jolo


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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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Breakfast of Champions

my anonymity is stalking the streets 
like a preoccupation. mornings, slowly I creep
into august daylight, filling beat boroughs.
passing the time: digging fake burrows: 
motel rabbitrooms don't come with sheets: 
boxes gloomy in the dinge; dead-end streets.

dark corners; alleys; clean and replete.
rowers; faces; kept random, entreat
to be shadowed and cut - copied and reprinted:
E. de Silhouette: silk-screen and tinted.
marionette hands are fire-flies nigh night
like acariasis-itchy eyes: broken from sight

watching the downpour: 
downbeat and worn 			
like tire-worm whitewalls: 
peeling and torn.

the blanched, arched faces 
(trampled like elephant’s acacia)
are garnets staring blankly at me
between the tiny gaps of a wintertime fleece
a paisley studded blanket, wrapped knee-high round niece. 

running tubes from great maple: palsied cold saps
berry's blood ulcer pours like paint with no cap
from a bucket it spills: unravels, unwraps.
It splashes my feet then runs red and abrupt;
silvery and smooth, sanguis from a cup.


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Down Not Out

Recently I spoke to a young man. Let’s say his name was John. He told me all about his life, And the things that he had done. Coming from a broken home and abused by someone close he said he fell behind in reading and sums receiving lower grades than most. He left school aged just sixteen Joined the army, felt there was nothing else. He was taught how to march, to obey, and how to kill. In self defence He was told when to sleep. When to wake, when to eat. He was feeling content, felt his life was complete. He then was sent to the Afgan war, returned with anxiety and stress. The army he loved he had to leave, His nerves were in a mess. He moved into a bedsitter flat, with the remains of his army pay. Soon fell behind with the rent, Was told ‘Get out right-away!’ Not knowing where to go, he walked the streets by day. At night sleeping on cardboard. In a secluded shop doorway. Passer-by’s ignored his begging pleas, muttering ‘He is on the dole, will spend money on drink and drugs.’ His medal proudly worn, some said he stole. Then one night someone did stop, helped him to his feet. Took him to a sheltered home, gave him something to eat. He was taught how to read, enrolled on an IT course. He was shown where to seek help, and said he was able to find some work. Now he is a leader at the home, helps others change their lives. For those like he once was, I asked if he had advice. He said, ‘My friend, believe in yourself, never have self doubt, say to yourself each and every day, I may be down, but not out.’


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The Heart's Anxiety

Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?

She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.

My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?

Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.


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Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...



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10 Things That Suck

ONE:
At three in the morning the Internet calls out.
Come to the computer; visit friends round about.
All of a sudden, soon pulling hair out,
The lights go off, a total blackout…shutout!

TWO:
Dressed for the country, a total knockout,
In a new white blouse, nothing worn-out,
Marshmallows and smores cooked at the cook out.
Chocolate on the blouse that will not wash out!

THREE:
Friends coming over for a big night out,
Children run to windows; keep a lookout.
Their car slips and slides while they are in route.
Festivities become a complete washout.

FOUR:
Going for a visit, the Interstate route.
A car passes by; guess what is thrown out.
Part of a burger with a Whopper handout,
Right in the face of the driver's shouting snout.

FIVE:
Rushing one morning to the punch-clock readout.
Arriving on time, that day had some doubt.
Picking up speed cautiously on the look out!
BLAM! The tire explodes, too late, a blowout.

SIX
The day's shopping spree had a strange payout.
Smoke from the windows escaping there out.
Eggs were left boiling when the cook went out.
Shells hit the ceiling and the floor; freak out!	

SEVEN:
Walking barefooted on a beautiful route.
(Garden shoes were old with the soles worn out.)
Soft-smelly brown embrace toes round about.
Run to the hose to wash the stinky stuff out.

EIGHT:
Planting a garden with success in doubt.
Hoping for sun and for a big payout.
Watering tomatoes in times of drought.
One night of insects, the crop is wiped out!

NINE:  
The birthday present would really standout.
Glow-in-the-dark wrapping, would be far-out.
Fluorescence to shine when the lights go out,
But I left it home and arrived without.

TEN:
A walk in the park to get a workout,
Flowers and children enjoyed throughout.
Birds chirp in trees, their favorite hideout.
A direct hit in the eye; bird fallout, wash out!  

©  October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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come home (second verse)

Wifey don't like the way I spend my time
I'm in the streets more than speed bumps and traffic signs

every time I dip she giving me lip
but to find these chips I got to grind like the Clipse

She's always crying she wants some quality time
she's always crying she wants me out of the grind

she sees me dyeing I probably will
a drop out with no marketable skill

so I place all my hopes and dreams 
on the c.r.e.a.m generating by what makes them fiend

now I rarely lay my head where I reside
hustle hard for my unborn seed and I

oops made the wrong move now I'm doing time
for selling slices of the devil's pie

now I make collect calls on the phone 
she tells me that she needs me It's hard to carry on
I tell her keep her head up stay strong 
but she don't want to raise this baby on her own

she cried this ain't the life that I deserve
It's hard, I'm tired from work, this baby working my nerves
and the stress brings the chest pains
now days I'm less sane
last night I could not sleep praying that death came

and I feel the heart in her tone
the pain it resonates and penetrates to the bone
I want to reach out to touch but it's just a telephone
she never in her life felt so alone


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Drippity drip drip

Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip


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Light Pt.1

A day or work
A day of chore
A day of want
A day of bore

The day I ran
This day I can
The sky then clear
to light so dear

Routine broken (with)
Every word spoken

Then the light faded
then I went jaded
then around friends
gossip was elated

That day has ended
All actions are suspended

No method of contact
No method to act
No way to find the light
The light has lost my sight
(I have been disconnected)


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Life

Life
To Be 
Or not to
Is the question
Existence questioned
We strive to discover
To find out more, to discern
Purpose for it, purpose to life
Slaves to boundaries of propriety
Freedom’s the answer, freedom from decorum.


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ZERO

dark souls of the earth
petty crime at it's worse
getting rich on the line
you will get caught in time
what joy you must get
from being on the net
breaking into people's life
twisting it like an invisible knife
cleaning out all they have
dark souls of the earth
I can imagine your mirth
but how many you hurt
take away all one possesses
for the matter of greed
dark souls of the earth
many people you hurt


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Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


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"V~O~V"

"V~O~V"


IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE


COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE MISERY,SO NOW I'M KEPT AT A DISTANCE
ALL I EVER WANTED OUT OF LIFE,WAS TO RECIEVE AS MUCH CARE AS I GIVE
BUT MOOT IS TH' FACT,THEY WANT ME OUT OF MIND N' VIEW
LITTLE IT IS KNOWN,OF TH' AFFLICTIONS I MUST ENDURE...FOR THEM


IF I WROUGHT MIRACLES AT WILL,TH' MEEK WOULD 'DEED RULE
SINS OF TH' SHAMELESS,WOULD ALL BE MADE KNOWN
A SILVER'D SCREEN OF TH' SKIES,WOULD DISPLAY THEIR DESECRATIONS
VICTIMS OF THEIR TRESSPASSES,WOULD DECIDE OF THEIR FATES


FAR FROM BEING PERFECT,I TOO...WOULD BE ASHAMED
BUT FOR SCARLET OF PAST BREACHINGS,I WOULD BEG FOR TH' BLANCHING
NEVER THAN LESS...THEIR WILL WOULD BE DONE
FOR FUTILE IS FORGIVENESS,IF NOT TRULY...


...IT IS WON



~AZAZA~'09


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THE ACCOUNTABILITY OF OUR OWN BEHAVIOR

as adults we must be accountable for our own behavior
if we expect the same from our children.
when children see political leaders in compromising positions, 
adults fighting in court rooms, PTA meetings and city council sessions
and fathers and mothers verbally and physically abusing each other.

how can we expect more from them
 when we are not holding each other accountable?
do we blame the media with their reality shows?
do we hold them solely responsible for exposing our youth to all of this?
they say just change the channel or turn off the TV
but that is not an answer not is it the solution to a growing problem

society has made this type of behavior entertainment
if not for its shock value  but to boost up the ratings for revenue
parents fighting and attacking children and coaches at little league games
celebrities going to rehab on a daily basis
sports figures and officials throwing games
professional athletes committing felonies and only getting slaps on the wrists
and then they have the nerve to suspend a child from school 
for DRAWING A PICTURE of a weapon
hypocrisy at its worst

judges taking bribes
doctors molesting their patients
teachers have sex with their students
yet we have a ZERO TOLERENCE POLICY with those same children
who are we kidding?

behavior is learned
and like any and all animals in the wild 
the young are taught by example
its time we stop naming names and placing the blame on others
and look to thine self
its time we stop with the excuses and start holding ourselves accountable
for our own behavior before we impose rules on our children


Details | Rhyme | |

Our QT Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… 
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.

Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman


Details | Rhyme | |

Main Street USA

Politics consistent 
With moral corruption 
Religion at best 
Breeding dysfunction 

Churches pristine
On every corner
While homeless abound
Where is the honor?

The rich at ease 
Out at play 
The poverty-stricken 
Know only dismay 

The wealthy feast 
Indulge in the finest 
The destitute and poor 
Haven't the slightest 

Crime well known 
On America's streets 
Violence in action 
With every heart beat 

Victims seek justice 
Where has she gone? 
Is she hog-tied 
In somebody's trunk? 

Political correctness 
To drastic extremes 
No longer can one 
Express their beliefs

America, take credit
For progression ingenius
But also acknowledge
The brink of madness

We rightfully know
There is a fine line
Between the two
We just can't deny

It seems we're crossing
Into that dimension
With each passing day
Without apprehension



Camille Rose Castillo 

Note* 

Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed. 




Details | Free verse | |

Up to up

Fed up
fixed up
dressed up
turned up
stood up
gave up
p.......up
fed up.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy? No such thing?

Go to war in Iraq. Deny everything
Just don’t look back

Solider I gave you a direct order to shoot that woman
The one in all black
She’s wearing a bomb
Concealed in her wrap

I don’t care if you can’t see it
The US government doesn’t pay you to think
Quick shoot her in the head
Before she teaches her son to hate and kill back.


Details | Free verse | |

Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN, 
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

the revolution will be televised

drive-by shootings, domestic violence plus total social anarchy
judges on the take, lawyers on the down-low and police brutality
where is the peace? where is the love? why can't we all get along?
they want to take God out of everything, why can't they see that's what's wrong?
the media is chocked full of atrocities, yet many people seem surprised
that in today's immoral society, the revolution will be televised

the state of the union, the state of the state, and the state of every city
we have global warming, urban sprawl and the mass cross-cutting of trees
nations are starving, the people are dying and genocide is on the up-rise
everyone has a camcorder or cell phone and the revolution can be televised

the rich just get richer, the poor get poorer and there's no longer a middle class
homes in foreclosure, rent is sky-high just how long will this madness last?
the devil is trying to take over everything, yet no one seems to realize
that we are playing right into his hands while the revolution is being televised


Details | Rhyme | |

The Golden Rule according to Gee Dubya

Do unto others before they can do unto you
Call it preemption and lie through your teeth when you do.
Make up connections to terror, folks don’t have a clue.
Be sure you’re firmly entrenched when they find out what’s true.

Scare the bejeezus right out of them, it’ll be fun
Don’t let them find secret prisons, hide that smoking gun
Unpatriotic to speak up for truth and peace, son.
World domination’s the game here, forget the long run.

Propagate myths through our compromised media herd
Broadcast them loudly repeating each threatening word
It’s well established – beliefs form on frequency heard
After while “mushroom cloud” won’t sound so grossly absurd.

Strategy’s worked for four years now, don’t want to get iced
Hard work required to keep justice from spoiling our heist
Must keep the populace panicked and properly biased
Maybe pronounce that Chavez is the new anti-Christ?


Details | Burlesque | |

Ahhhhhhhh~!

I am only one person…I am only one mom
One parent today who can’t seem to hold on~
Their demands are so plenty
I tolerate it all
There is no one but me
Only MOM……when they call!
I am withering away….I am usually so patient 
But just for today Lord
Make them stop calling MOMMY 
               please …….. just for one second!

I clean up their room ….put their animals back
To my utter amazement 
                            ….one throws an attack
The animals are all strewn back on the floor
Now their room is a mess just like before!
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Should someone relate to my annoyed frustration
In me please confide~
I feel like I am losing it ….and I just wanna cry!~

I want to pull out my hair……I have nothing to lose
They are only children….Far from perfect, it’s true
But just for a moment …I shall hide in my room!  
Now since I’ve been writing
                                          …my son fell asleep
My daughter cleaned up all the mud from outside
In my room as I write all the thoughts in my mind
Lord blessed me just now
                                 ….and some peace I shall find!

By Jane Bowen



Details | Rhyme | |

Human Touch

Liberty is free
For those who take it from me.
Democracy is fair
For those who take my share.
Honesty exists
If the lies are to persist.
As long as they believe,
The truth will not conceive
The vote that you cast.
The wind will break the mast,
System set in stone,
Broken by human tone.
They’ll hand you a crutch,
Instead of Golden touch.
Old guards take the stage,
The notion of bondage
Clearly handed down
To those who have not found
A peace of mind to hold,
A piece to call their own.
Take from me - it’s free,
This thing you call Liberty.


Details | Kyrielle | |

by the looks of yesterday you people have not learned a thing by a disciple of Beaudlair like me

YET ANOTHER HALF-WIT WHO SHOULD LEARN TO KNIT

For what it’s worth
I’m  feeling as if I’m stranded upon this earth
A place where half-wits ain’t got even half a brain
yet they’re telling me they see the sun when it’s really the rain

People who think I have time for their asinine advice
Well I’d rather be anywhere else and lose when I'm rolling the dice
Because that’s not why I’m stranded on earth just to hear their verbal bullsh*t
The ones who instead of preaching to me should learn how to knit

That would be more constructive then the mis-information they behold
And then they can create an afghan for me when I sleep in the street and it’s cold
I have had enough of these morons with their mixed up morals and speech
And when my girlfriend washes that afghan I’ll remind her not to use bleach

In any event these fu**ing fools talk far too fast 
But it’s information that’s never meant to last
I look at these jerk offs with damnation and disdain
You know, the half-wits who ain’t got even half a brain
          © 2011.…..~free cee!~



Details | Ballad | |

Life In A Vacuum

Life In A Vacuum!

Nobody seems to notice,
Nobody seems to care,
I live in a vacuum,
Where there isn’t any air…

And the heart in my chest,
Grows more and more like lead,
With my soul crushing down,
I’m left here with a frozen frown,

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…
It’s happening again,
Someone now says that,
They really like me and,
They’re my new best friend,

But no one seems to notice,
No one seems to care,
When there’s nothing more to give,
No one cares if I live,

Now with life almost gone,
I tried my best to prove this wrong,
The world’s full of people,
Who do not get along…

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…
We’re all out for ourselves,
We can’t see we’re the same,
Yet we don’t help one another,
but rather blow ourselves to hell,

Oh, No one seems to notice,
No one seems to care,
We all live in a vacuum,
Where there isn’t any air…

By My Gull Wheels On
a.k.a. Michael Wilson


Details | Narrative | |

CURRUPTION

Debauched, extortionate and inconstant 
was the knavish and foul mercenary?
The perfidious praetorian reprobate
was a venal unscrupulous slug.
Debased in character and depraved in spirit
this purveyor of evil tended to his wicked ways.
Morally spoiled, he was a putrid putrescent 
and an aberration to integrity.
Nefarious and tainted in character,
he infected the soul.
Treacherous and two-faced,
underhanded and unethical, 
debased and unprincipled,
this snide poor excuse to humanity
defined the meaning of "corruption."


Details | Free verse | |

In a word So

There's a point blank 
Just south of Soulsville
where common pit desires exude 
extreme ego ratios rotating on human gutlike
socioshadow experientials. Slow slug immuno
pain gestures cloud coilshaped reason
with limited intellirespect ids--only
that lonely by product of talking to
the mime chip on your shoulder clasped
hands in a froth frame of zero quotient
personality tolerance. Socioscan the fluid
flawed internoschism and plug yourself
into those autothoughts so socioprevelant
as to walk away and call it a draw day. Never
the tweens shall resolve. Sharp footsteps
with no meaning will evercast jaded overtone half 
with tongues that bite their own limplip droppings
wag wash in cumulative deceit doings.
Drag your dill depths with an ether 
grappling hook and sociosoothe your
infection---massage your emo entrails
with an existential ease of a 
junk jolt to colon ize another
fecal space of cleansed renewal--like ripping
the tape from a well wound
dancing scales up and down
to a new brainbeating--livid at living
fax a look outside your self and erase
your exit embarassment for a beholding
chance at adding a new socioscore to your
puss life tax deduction. What a rectal return on your
individual invest mint-- ass the rich get raunchier 
the poor prey prime  evil----sign here, please.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Shush

World keeps to turn on,
we are born and die,
dawn comes as night ends.
death reigns in all spots
of this poor, old land.


Time takes big paces,
we don't learn parts,
in things that change
the world and life


My minds stuck,
hands are tied,
they are quiet


Tell me
what's right

Shush!


Details | Rhyme | |

cycle of foolishness continues

every year these streets get hotter and more cats burn
in and out of the beast belly taking turns
too many stories on lost potential
all they know is iced grill, steel,and street credentials

I not a hypocrite I'm well aware of what I did
walking that fine line between a man and a kid

I stayed drunk on the regular day in and day out
back when Private Stock use to make the 64 oz

I was clueless my ruthlessness getting me by
only plan for the day was get highs and survive

I was so young and restless
reminiscence on my first stick, first time I took some bodies necklace


Details | Light Poetry | |

Facebook Cliche

I'm here writing something again 

I know what your thinking, here he goes once more

Don't worry it isn't for your eyes it's for fame 

This status will have love and so much more in store

If only I can think straight on what to write 

I bet I will get more than one facebook like 

You will see where my true talents lie

Omg last night I posted a status and got this many comments

I was like loling till I hurt my stomach 

I've seen so many selfies that i'm even part of that trend 

So many pics of couples in love or so they pretend

After the pic they go their seperate ways 

We all go on to post another day  

This is just my take on facebook cliches


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Church Porn

forever seemed to long for me
so i chose to make it start today
i went to church, (which is rare for me)
and sadly for you, i ran away.

i sat through the horrible singing
even though it was by a professional choir
it was great going to a concert for free
but God, they have made you a liar

when i tell people i hate Christians
they wonder why if I'm 'one of them'
just keep reading my story
you'll understand by the end

you see, it wasn't that the music was bad
it was all on key and harmonic
but the thing that bothered me
everyone's actions were also melodic

they all swayed in a zombified way
and i tried but i couldn't feel God
i was trapped in the middle of a cult meeting
disguised as a church building squad

all that mattered were the numbers they brought
whether it be people or money
they higher the digits became
the more i found it funny

funny that 'this' is what church has become
funny that 'these' are the holy
funny that 'this' is what they make god
all because they changed him so slowly

the world doesn't hate us because we don't sin
by us i mean those who are saved
they hate us cause you act like you don't
and make them feel like we're enslaved


Details | Free verse | |

Gay

I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy. No such thing. (Revised 2)

Go to war in Iraq. Deny everything
Just don’t look back

Solider I gave you a direct order to shoot that woman
The one in all black
She’s wearing a bomb
Concealed in her wrap

I don’t care if you can’t see it
The US government doesn’t pay you to think
Quick shoot her in the head
Before she teaches her son to hate and kill back.

There is a cycle it is undeniable 
For close to eight years we have claimed democracy 
yet we have lived under a rule of hypocrisy
there is also a fascination of denial
living steady in this country

secret organizations and special interests groups
uh ho here we go, you hear it and your eyes roll
another Conspiracy
but the occult and its rituals lives strong today

From how a president is inaugurated
Right down to the pen and the hand shake
It’s in the tarot deck and stands in front of the justice system
They hide it in plain sight so you wont think anything of it

With a blind fold on her eyes
You cant judge what you did not see
Holding a scale that can tip either way
From the roses to the arrows in the eagles claw

What must a person do to assist humanity 
How do I guide the people away from fear
And into self realization without disturbing your true path
Knowledge is the key. The more you know 
The more you experience
The more you can see past the lies of hipocracy 


Details | Free verse | |

Moment To Moment

Moment to moment… and from breath to breath…
I decide which bills to pay from this second to the next.
This one today… that one comes next…
All waiting my next payday.... never to come…
Things aren’t the same… never will be again…
I sold the last of my jewelry to pay the last bill...
A garage sale gave nothing worthy again, still…

The days travel insistently around the clock
They are quick and fleeting and leave me behind.
My options diminish more daily
Tomorrow will bring more of the same.
No one is hiring unless you already have a job.
Two Thousand arrived for one janitor to hire.

Where is my white knight to scoop me upon his horse?
Where are the promises made to a child?
Where went my home with a white picket fence?
Where is my future I hoped to retire upon?
Where went my gifts for laughter and fun?
Where went the next Christmas for my son?
They are gone and moment-to-moment is all I can see…

Is there any one out there… who isn’t like me?
In honor of every man and woman... feeling lost, forgotten, and alone.
Moment to moment I'll remember to sing our song.
We won't go unheard... while I am around...


Details | Free verse | |

Razor Blade State of Mind

I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
A place of darkness that's hard to find.

I sleep tangled in a blanket of pain,
On a mattress full of mayhem.
The darkness surrounds me
And there's nothing I can do. 
My past has become the lightning rod,
The only means by which my future
Can seem to conduct itself.
But who do I think I'm fooling;
What's an orchestra without a conductor? 

I once sang out loud,
But now I'm drowned.
The body electric left
Somewhere in a field,
Where it ceases to breathe.
We have no hope here,
We have no hope left. 

My mind is like my verse;
Jumbled and pointlessly poignant,
Hopelessly optimistic.
Scarred and scared and sacred,
It means so much nothing
That it's bound to mean something.

I am everything I despise,
Nothing that I admire;
I am sweat and I transpire,
Not so wet like fire. 
I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
I tell the truth but I'm a liar.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Burlesque | |

How to Tell You're In Redneck Country

When wealth is determined by the number of guns one owns.
When a wedding party is a family barbeque, and the wife needn't change last 
names.
When only the very richest owns a bathroom.
Where soap has yet to be discovered.
Where squirrel brains is a main course.
Where your doctor wears a plaid shirt.
Where teeth are rarer than diamonds.
Where coon-skin caps are fashionable.
Where the one room school is underused.
Where the smartest people study comic books.
Where your dad is also your uncle.
Where a woman shaving her legs is a waste of razors.
Where the closest thing to a car is a mule named Sarah.
Where night-crawler worms are considered a snack food.
Where people still wonder who will win the Civil War.
Where television is the technology of the future.
Where everyone knows the earth is flat.
Where the moon is still thought to be made of cheese.
Where medicine is dispensed from a wagon.
Where that medicine is always Dr. Dermatosis's Magic Elixir.
Where the postman makes a yearly visit, and wonders why.
Where Tom's Tidbits is considered scholarly literature.
Where English muffins are considered foreign food.
Where English muffins are described as having "Crooks and Nannies".
Where no one knows what a "nanny" is, anyway.
Where Spike Jones is the romantic crooner.


Details | Verse | |

The Frigid

A trail of twinkling city lights
The land where my fancies take flight
And soar across hazy hues of neon
When to dreamland folk are gone

I step into their dreams to peak
What their concrete hearts seek
In their unconsciousness of purity
I just wake up with new found surety

I'll never find the truth of life
The sense and reason of the strife

Its far too bright in the city night
The darkness within obscures my sight
As mine as theirs and the falsehood
That their whole lives withstood

But those who learn the emotional game
Receive fame,accolades and acclaim
And I look up at the sparkling city lights
The sparkle seems a lot less bright

The lights are just a facade to allure
To all the vice, the sin and all impure
And its an eternal epitome of falsity
With our souls and hearts in complicity

Now our lives belong to this frigidity
Yearning for warmth and simplicity


Details | Free verse | |

the tides will turn again

i didn't build the world so/dont ask me to fix it.
i didn't invent the wheel so/don't ask me to twist it.
i didn't label the classes so/don't ask me to climb them.
i didn't make the people lose their mind's/and i ain't about to find them.

never knelt and prayed to god /wouldn't know which one to choose.
never came up with such a game /where so many people lose.
never thought myself a thinker/but thats the only thing i own.
never felt myself partial/to living life alone.

well before we are all dead a dark eyed sect will rise.
slaughter all our ruler's and show us our reprise.
the trigger for this triumph will come with a hail of storm's.
our ruler's already know this and duly have been warned.

sure there will be victim's crushed innocent's that pay.
but a world of self reliance is the sacrifice they make.
go burn your bra's,book's and boat's all tool's of their trade.
they're trading in smokescreen's the smoke will be our rage

the world we find ourselves stuck was decided round a table.
things like hope and liberty are a precision pointed fable.
the biggest conspiracy going is that conspiracy's a joke.
well read between the lines and see the wheels spokes.
they're turning faster each day driving into dirt.
then they wonder why so many of us lay all consumed in hurt.
block your road's and railway's condemn yourselves's to change.
the time has come for turning the tide's will turn again.


Details | Free verse | |

woman's rant on a hot summer day

just because you see me walking down 'ho boulevard does not mean i'm for sale...
i don't have an advertising sign up inviting you to taste and see
a woman can't walk down the street in broad daylight
dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats 
rockin' an afro puff on a hot summer day
without being propositioned
in violation of my rights as a woman to be free from sexual harassment
and I’m mad about it
my “NO” to your obnoxious offer is real talk
and you should know the difference between what’s for sale
and what’s not on the auction block
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace
makes a woman want to carry a concealed weapon
and go blasting
could never walk the hallways
play in the yard
or even pray
without somebody bothering me
pulling on my clothes
or grabbing at me
for some sick reason
the next one is going to get a surprise
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace

~in honor of the women who have walked ahead of me...

(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved


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The Lie

Lying under oath
With an American pin on their shirts
They wave the US strategy
Dance ‘n Killing and Smiling

They plunder our economy
Using the propaganda to show nothing is wrong
The fox is in their bed to fill the illusion
It’s hiding behind the bush to prevent the truth from showing

And the hounds are on the chase
Get out those guns he yells fight for democracy
With a Sieg Heil under their breath
They emulate what was long ago

Listen closely to their words and phrases
Homeland security is a neo-nazi face
It induces post World War 2 Hitler’s German race
Roves descendents created the cinders of Auschwitz’s

Eugencies are alive and well in hiring questionnaires
They want to know how you think
They want to know how you’d react
They twist your mind to test your reasoning

We need true bloods to defend our way of life
He rally’s the crowds enticing the young
You can come home soon when the job is done
I’m sorry, I don’t have a date 

Because the democrats wont give me the money
to hold Iraq into a prison state. To fund the war  
you see where not invaders were liberators
it just looks the same

I have asked for a simple resolution
An agreement without strings attached
Without an ending date to pull the troops out
Why cant the democrat’s compromise

Why is it they don’t understand?
That our solders are there to defend the American land
To trick and sway
Dictatorship! Through democracy is the only way.


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Friends, the Barmaid and I

I was not a drinker, I must confess.
Well, once in a while I would transgress.
A studying student perched on the stool 
Avoided eye contact and men's lusty drool.

One quiet afternoon visiting the barmaid,
No one was in the club to cause a tirade.
Three drunks came in for a mid-day drink.
They put up cash; their coins made a clink.

I started to leave, but she asked me to stay.
New comers to the bar, first time, that day.
Partially smashed, they started to glare.
I could hardly bear their shameless stare.

I sat at the counter drinking my water.
Before too long, those three became brasher.
Buy her a drink; No, thank you, I said.
If eyes could kill, I would have been dead.

A bit unruly, they became quite insistent.
I ordered my usual; they happily gave payment.
Three glasses of water I drank that day.
We played pool when they went on their way.

© October 30, 2011


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Confessions to a Bartender 	
Sponsored by: Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer


Details | Free verse | |

Do My Children Know?

Do my children know how much I love them?
No, of course they don't.
They weren't allowed to know.

Do they know how intense the pain is,
to go forward,
while not being allowed
to be their mom, or their dad?

No, but they know the intensity of heartbrokeness,
while going forward,
without their parents,
whom they should have never been taken away from.

They know the depths of lack,
that they were never meant to know...
They know the fears and the terror
that a "supposedly good place"
will unmercifully and maliciously inflict.

They knew the courage, as babes,
that grown-ass folk
won't walk in.

They know that you can't trust
the government,
or the agencies,
or the people in those agencies,
that are suppose to protect them
and their family units.

How could they possibly know
the depths of my love for them?
When they are still
stuck there
surrounded by people
who destroyed
their family
and screwed with their beginnings?


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Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


Details | I do not know? | |

Loneliness Is A Powerful Thing

Loneliness is a powerful thing...
It always hurts your feelings

When somebody tells you wrongs
About your beliefs...

When someone stabs you verbally
And emotionally scarring you for years.

All those fears, turn into fear of
Being true and strong-willed for yourself...

Other people may never remember your pain,
And pretend it was nothing like they took it in vain.

Loneliness kills you when you see
What others might have and you ask "Why can't that be me?"...

Guiltiness of envy causes even more loneliness,
The kind of feeling that tells
What kind of spells negative thoughts put on you...

Forcing you to believe
That what if everyone hates you.

Feeling hurt and corrupted after hearing others...
Saying you're bad to others,
Making you think "They don't understand anything..."

Feeling ignored and bored
When you start to feel left out,
You start to doubt about the friends you have.
(Any kind of) Loneliness is a powerful thing...


Details | Limerick | |

One Neurotic Fly

One fly flew down the Interstate
Longing to rest and meditate
Near a waterfall
Where hummingbirds call
That place where dreams anticipate.

So many sites to fascinate
His mind began to marinate.
In a field serene,
There was a latrine.
One site he could appreciate.

Mushrooms, he thought, would germinate.
He soared and did not hesitate.
Gossip he heard folks tell.
Embraced the stinking smell,
Some tasty tales to masticate…

Who did what and when they did it!
Who loves whom and why they hid it!
Written on the wall
Words in every stall
Diabolical rumors flit!

That fly flew down the Interstate.
No longer could he meditate
Near a waterfall
Where hummingbirds call
Always worried about man’s fate.

© January 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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Dancing with Despair

I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
My soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, emitting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise, performed their pirouettes
and slid across the polished floor
and smiled and laughed and more:
completely at their ease.
What terminal disease decrees
despair my partner in this dance?
Is there no chance to sit the music out,
a listener, discrete, devout?
While others whirl and dip, I slide and slip.
Must I be a half-a-pair with stumbling feet,
inept novice, graceless lout who, led about,
never has an easy air dancing with despair?


Details | Verse | |

economic dilemma --- roundelet

economic
fear overwhelms  hearts with distress.

economic
boom--congress promise the public.

yet their debates often digress
to issues that are rather less 
economic.


Details | Monoku | |

cheater

she crucified my heart, while my mind was reborn.

written
09/07/2011

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name Write it in one line, Please 


Details | Narrative | |

Scars

.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life. 
Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of 
love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the 
truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin. 
We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak 
accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding 
into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream 
from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic 
purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are 
the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes 
to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies 
appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja-
vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we 
call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle 
like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy. 
A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging 
hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse, 
not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never 
remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape. 
We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and 
the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but 
stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while 
scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We 
survived.

.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dark, cold World.

===== A little rhyme inspired by DaryIsue LockHart's rhymes =====

It is for the lost..  that I wanna find the way,
Out from this dark place, of pain and misery.
Back to ourselves.. how we were, when we were young,
Before evil played its hand, before the time we got stung.

I wanna be free..  but that'll have to wait!
I'm trapped by emotion, by feelings soo great.
And I'm not alone.. in this victims prison,
D.I.Y Labotomy, I'll make the first incision.

I don't want drugs, to ease my pain,
I found Nirvana.. but can't get back again!
Some say I'm insane!  This train of thought I'm on,
Goes through a portal to another dimension.

But it's a dark, cold world.. where I know no fear,
My heart it stops, my mind sharpens.. becomes clear,
When I look into your eyes.. I can see your soul,
I can reach into your heart.. but I might lose control!

Sometimes I can see.. just a little too much,
And round-about that time, I start to lose touch,
See.. I know why you hurt, but I could hurt them too!
I'd make them scream, long, sweet, songs of sorry.. just for you.

However.. I know something, that they don't know,
I've had a little glimpse, of the place, that they go,
Where they like to turn the tables.. and play little games,
Where sticks and stones hurt, but so will the names!

Till then.. keep strong!  Keep your mind awake,
You've walked through fire, I think you should take a break,
But you've seen the enemy, like me.. you wanna fight,
Thats why I walk alone, with no shadow, in the night.


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Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


Details | I do not know? | |

Paranoia

Footsteps. Drawing ever closer. Increasingly louder. I stop. Wait. Intake of breath. Look around. No one. Just blackness. I walk faster. Heart pounding. Silence. Then... Footsteps louder. Closer. Glimpse of long hair. Ring in nose. Leather coat. Paranoid mode. ‘Dropped yer wallet mate?’ ' Oh! Thanks.’


Details | Senryu | |

sagging baggy pants

sagging baggy pants
below buttocks reveal an 
insecure person

so pull them up, hide
your offensive parts, find your
purpose for living

become more secure
by using your talents to
make a better world


Details | Free verse | |

Circling

Two young ones brought together into an orbit left to spin.
They fought recklessly forever wanting to be right and to win.
Two young children growing up secretly holding in the night.
While every one knew they circled endlessly in their plight.
Never leaving orbit like sharks they did swim.
Both fighting the attraction, while waiting for it to end.
They left, came back, and left, forever, yet again.
With time they slowly grew up, held tight in the spin.
Then one finally woke up and knew his way that day.
Stopping the childish games, he found he couldn’t circle and stay.
Finally, he left the circle and went to her straight away.
But his frustrations made him bite the other badly as he walked away.
Then he left vowing to never come back to this bend.
But the wind breathed ” Go Back. Go Back. Don’t let her get away again.”
“Go back. Go back. You must make her yours today.”
But she was still caught in the spin and the same old ways.
But her circle now looked to others to add to the spin.
So he sat down to wait as her circle went on again.
But the spin didn’t include him as number one any more.
He knew any moment the circle would lose it’s hold and there would be dawn.
When she realized he’d stopped spinning, and was trying to hold her close.
They would be together if they learned to dance this time back and forth.
They would be together if her, he could quietly hold.
It would take more than presents, only patience and a heart of love and gold.
She would have to forgive, to make things right again.
But his leaving words had quite a bite, and held them still apart.
So they went back to spinning as he slowly sought her heart.
The one he had broken and so deeply torn apart.


Details | I do not know? | |

Suburban Angels

we wander the streets searching for a place to call home
chaos and misunderstanding is our calling card
your fears have become our realities
the nightmare we once called home has burnt to the ground
theres no turning back, we've gone to far
our halos are rusted, our wings are burnt and blackened 
ash and desolate haze covers everything
there's no saving us now...
we are just your suburban angels
the law isn't on our side it hasn't been for some time
they say we are a menace to society, trying to live our lives
drugs and violence is all we have in common, as it calms our souls
we're not as bad as some, we're not sick in the head
one more day goes by, we'll barely make it through
gunshots and car alarms shatter the midnight silence
our halos are rusted, our wings are burnt and blackened 
ash and desolate haze covers everything
there's no saving us now...
we are just your suburban angels
we challenge the rich, we comfort the broken
we've damned ourselves for we lack sanity
they say we are a lost cause, failures by there standards
fire burns our hearts and yet our hearts are cold
we're hardened by life and darkened by sorrow
we'll never be like them and that's the way it is
we won't go without a fight, we won't just fade away
we are the suburban angels
our halos are rusted, our wings are burnt and blackened
ash and desolate haze covers everything
there's no saving us
we are a distant memory fading over time
but we will still just be the suburban angels


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Conformity

In the beginning of spring a path was made
In a shady green forest where lovers laid.

It connected the west side to the east,
And brought together Beauty and Beast.

The path was secret-only for love,
Quiet and secluded, with an occasional dove.

With secrets come whispers-whispers through trees.
Rumors were carried in the voice of the breeze.

Many supporters of this path of pleasure
Made it less hidden-something to treasure.

Blooming spring flowers made a nice décor,
And by summer, the count was even more.

With more and more sins having been created,
The path was forbidden and very much hated.

The rebellious cries in the starlit night
Gave all the wise men quite a fright.

No more eloping, or the mindless riots.
The path became empty; the forest quiets.

Many months pass, and winter nears.
The path is covered with gold and brown tears.

Defeated and hidden by the wisest of men,
The shameful path was never again.


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Extreme Capitalism

See that man?
Who barks to obey him with his eyebrows arched
while his dog
pukes over your bright-eyed shoes?
See that woman?
Fair mother of the young in her four-by-four who
would sooner strike your 
siblings than be late for zumba class again?
See that man?
Polished like a diamond, whose teeth gleam 
as he gobbles up your savings 
with a satisfying grin for his own rainy day. 
See that boy?
That girl?
Texting and tweeting and spitting and bleeping 
but not thinking
anymore-
because everything is on Google.
See this as normal?
See us?
Everyday life spiralling into a state of extreme
self – no-one exists: but one.
Not you; not him; not us.
I.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen of the East to our Wild West, where
you will die alone - 
in a green desert of greed.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cracked Liberty Bell Versus The Raving Braveheart

"You're, but, a fascist flag,
yanked in blue, white, and red."
"I, alone, killed Hitler,
stalled Stalin, you damned Red."
"You're a racist who kills,
world's stained with the blood bled."
"You're a hate-filled sinner,
ranting as you're faith's bled."
"You're mind's wee as you're heart,
and you're a stupid-head."
"You! I'm gonna punch you
in the back of the head!"

All this pointless drivel,
"I said, you said, I said...",
an idiot debate,
best stare at walls, instead.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lifeless hiring centers

Lifeless hiring centers
look upon papers and not people
Hated for not having a coin,
who you are is ignored. 
Your family hates you for being poor
rather than loving who you are.
The soul despised society does oppress.

People's eyes blinded by greed does bind them in endless slavery.


Details | Haiku | |

this lifeless tot -- Florida

an innocent child,
a nineteen-month-old baby,
was senselessly shot;

cold drive-by shooter
killed a cherished little boy--
with a heartless plot

endless tears of pain--
as we remember the love
of this lifeless tot


*baby was not the intended target


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Thirteenth Fable

 Thirteenth Fable 
Thirteenth Fable 
 
Superstition 
 
Fables of CharlaX 
 
There is far too many to make a short list there is superstitions eye remember 
when eye was just a kid. The many things my girlfriends had to tell me things 
they ruined life at such an early age there is the BROKEN MIRROR that brings 
the SEVEN YEARS bad luck? The black cat crossing my path. The ladder that 
was never under the beam do not step under that in a funk of disbelief eye did all 
them things and now eye am homeless could it be that eye am superstitious or 
just unlucky in my life but then eye have met my violet flower my only one and only 
new life partner she is such a wonderful person not a superstitious reason in her 
curtain eye am certain of that now? The cat was never black enough to scare me 
but there was that just one time? It ran of course because my petting would have 
kept it from the dinner the mouse tail sticking out of a very black and ebon mouth. 
No bad luck can come to me AH HA eye cried its nothing. Then eye ran a little up 
the hill to home. And almost strangeld self eye ran full tilt boogie into the wire 
clothes line nearly taking off my head and losing all the dread of dying for there it 
nearly was. That was back in 1961 the time is not important there was never any 
time for love. Some things eye can remember but choose not to keep at all. Do 
not mop the floor under my feet is one. 
Do not make such sweeps under my feet and yes we did we told the girls to put 
the feet up so we must seep there anyway do you want me to get fired from such 
an important job as this one? 
They screamed and left the diner sure that bad luck was to come upon them oh 
gentle reader ewe don't laugh Erline never sweeps behind the counter. 



Details | Rhyme | |

Bedevil the devilish powers!

Rumours and chaos, cities made a battle ground
Killing innocent ones, with a bedevil mind around

Why not we unite to eradicate corruption in minds
Bedevil the politics beholders and their devilish kinds

Times is raising an alarm for education to decide
To go for right or still let the world wear piteous sight

Poets and artists create to listen the deep said words
What will eternally reside will be stories of true swords

Bedevil each devil who pretends Holy wearing white
Let our souls rule wake up to enlighten with blissful light!



Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


Details | Verse | |

Politicians' Love Affairs

Politicians' love affairs.

What do they tell us?

Vote for them?


Details | Rhyme | |

The System

He never gets his justification, 
The system is corrupt. 
No helping hands or resuscitation,
The system is backwards.

He never gets a break; no luck,
The system is broken.
Like leaches, all they do is suck,
The system is damaged.

It seems he only lives to work and die,
The system is rigged.
The good always suffer because it’s all a lie,
The system is useless.

It leaves him in the dark; a broken man,
The system is worthless.
He’s not alone; we’ll do what we can,
The system is defeated.


Details | Blank verse | |

Barricades

We join the public social functions
To fill our time with emptiness,
And list our names with organizations
To barricade ourselves from loneliness.

We surround ourselves with similar faces,
Acquaintances forgotten when out of view;
They neither know our names nor places--
The friends we have are all too few.

We build our concrete dams of silence,
As if the passing time we could slow.
Barricades both defend and imprison,
Leaving us with our thoughts, alone.

Tear down your dams, and breach my barricades. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Spider's Web

So here I am again
in redundancy I'll say hello
living life behind this screen
dreaming of a world most obscene

I wait, eager for response
Clicking refresh once more
My world inside a spider's web
in this fantasy I'm still no celeb

I can hear the sound of keystrokes
breaking the silence of a lost voice
Speaking only in the form of text
This part of me the world rejects

I'm at wits end words falling loose
and landing upon so bright a screen
breaking away the ever growing darkness
as my existence fades into evanescence

I'll take only this brief moment here
and wish those of you I remember farewell
For as this night descends to black
It is time that my real life is taken back


 


Details | Rhyme | |

Some

Some have and some bank more
Some make money off the poor
Some gamble the bet to score
Some behind the unknown door
Some take risks forever more
Some will try but never soar
Some parlay nothing to score
Some demand for another door


Details | Free verse | |

Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.


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TVhead

You are a child of TV's lies
with pound sterlings in your eyes.
Your instant coffee gets you wired,
you are a slave to your desires.

Corrupted by your sense of greed
you pile up crap that you don't need.
Consume your way to fill the void,
replace the values life destroyed.

Fake tan, fake smile, and your fake friends -
don't you just love the modern trends?
Salvation comes in powdered form:
another line and you're reborn.

Your brand new skin's designer chic.
Your top is bright, your eyes are bleak.
Your hollow neon backdropped dreams
will set the scene for midnight screams.


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HAIKU

In the distance saws
Assault morning's quietness.
Tears fall like the trees.


Details | Free verse | |

Middle Class

They don’t understand our situation
They say they do behind their t.vs. and CNN
Half hearted donations
Safe behind locked doors and minivans
Saying “Just go to school, just get a job”
“work hard and you’ll get your due”
“This I promise you”
While they take my taxes and spend it on 

Killing people like me
Citizens, innocent women and children
People of different colored skin

Blaming people like me, saying that I’m the reason 
Why America is going downhill
Losing moralities
Shootouts and killings

They just don’t understand our situation 

This is a war
Soldiers outlined in chalk 
Concrete Angels
We don't bring the violence
Violence seeks us

They just don't understand the damn situation

They  think that I love to live
In poverty, dejection
Never seeing my parents because they work minimum wage jobs
Pushing them until their bones grind

And it’s my rage against the damn machine this time

Myself, working two occupations
with a lower class education
Trying to take advantage of what
My situation
Can dish out to me
I’m squeezing out the last flippin’ penny
Taking 9 classes at a time

War against the poor, right?
The rich get richer and the poor worse off
Then when it all started

Playing my only trump card over and over
But when they change the rules, what’s my future
Going to be?
Yes, this is my future, so leave it up to me
Stay behind the damned SUVS and flippin’
Suburbia Universe, Leave it to Beaver
To hack off my opportunities 
Because I’m sick and tired of 

False Robin Hoods running around like their saving the world
But really, they are just
Robbin’ hoods 


Details | Lyric | |

Suffering Is The Same As Living

Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don’t worry I’ll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me
**Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**


Details | Acrostic | |

Political Corruption

Partisanship hinders compromise
Oblivious voters put cronies into power
Likeability trumps substance
Idiotic commentators bicker
Tension builds amongst the people
Idealouges pollute the system
Charming individuals manipulate
Society falls apart


Details | Free verse | |

Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


Details | I do not know? | |

Escaping Reality

You lie down
Your head hit the pillow 
You pull the warm blankets over your cold body
Your eyes quickly grow heavy and you fall asleep.
This is an escape from your life.
Whenever life if hard and circumstances feel unbearable you can always escape to here.
So this question arises 
What is more real?
A life filled with anguish and hate 
Or one that only exists in our minds but gives us that release to a better place.
So I ask again 
What is more real?
The feeling of security in this dreamscape
Or the hardships you suffer in reality?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


Details | Haiku | |

Myth of Poverty

Poor black neighborhood,
Too much policing; All white
Neighborhoods are safe.


Details | Free verse | |

COLOURS OF DESPAIR

Images; pitiful black images
suckling frantically from dry, empty breasts.
Black eyes; wide open, fearful, but
mercifully blind to destiny's most unforgiving hand.

Victims:tormented by the incessant heat of the sun's bejewelled rays,
mercy is fleeting; uncompromising
shades of hopelessness cocoon innocent souls;
But Fate will cast its untimely shadow
Black is the colour of despair.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Streets of Chaos

Kids are swearing
Strangers staring
Mothers are yelling
Nightwalkers selling
In the streets of chaos
 
Thieves are stealing
Drug dealers, dealing
Bums are pleading
Victims bleeding
In the streets of chaos
 
Perverts are raping
Convicts escaping
Policemen are beating
Con artist cheating
In the streets of chaos
 
Butchers are carving
Children starving
Pigs are looting
Gangsters shooting
In the streets of chaos
 
Players are using
Drunkards abusing
People are killing
Blood spilling
In the streets of chaos

The diseased are infecting
Fathers, neglecting
The city is crying
'Cause people are dying
In the streets of chaos


Details | I do not know? | |

The Love Hate game

I hate to love. At least I hate the way they love. They love to hate. I hate their fake sympathy. And their condescending pitty. They love their hate when made up to look like love. They love themselves if they find a reason for a pat on the back. They love to see others lower than themselves. And they hate those higher, those they aspire to be like, even though they hate them. If you have what they want or need you may be hated. If you do not have what they want or need well they love that. Gives them that edge they need. To your face they say beautiful day. Behind your back they cuss you. They say what's wrong? Out their mouths. But in their head they say not this agin. They say till death do us part, at least for a few months. They say true love is unconditional, as long as you follow the condition of believing that. They say love is so wonderful then why do we secretly hate it? Does that question anger or upset you if so why? And likewise if hate is so terrible why do we find so much pleasure in it? Does that question anger or upset you if so why? We are frauds. Completely different characters on the outside than on the inside. Some think I am a dishonest person becuase I don't look people in the eye's. But the eye's are the window's to the soul. And looking in most peoples eye's is disgusting. Saying that you may think I'm awful judgemental that's true I guess, but that's a judgement you have passed. I never said I wasn't disgusting myself. Just not dishonest. And that's not entirely true I suppose. Hate- Love is there really a difference. Or do we just make up the feelings we think we should feel? To satisfy the onlookers. So they will think well of us. If the onlookers a nobody we don't care. If the onlookers important then we knock ourselves out to prove to them what good people we are. After all you don't care what the homeless man on the street thinks of you. But you care what the average citizen thinks about the way you treat the homeless man. Yet despite all this I love to see them smile. All them!


Details | Rhyme | |

THE HIGH ROAD

It's up to you so choose it.
You see which way to go.
How good a person are you? 
Is it the high road or the low? 

You're faced with many options
that only you can choose.
Some will lead to glory.
Some will make you lose.

Your so-called friends may guide you
down a dark and narrow street
but, when it's done and over, 
they'll run from all the heat.

You make your own decisions
because you'll pay the price.
I trust that you can hear me.
Please take this free advice.

You have the chance to choose it.
Don't act like you don't know.
Where is it you will travel, 
down the high road or the low?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Revolution

A mouse to an owl,
A bird to a cat,
Overpowered by authority,
We're no greater than a rat.

We cry out for mercy,
Relief of this ordeal,
But we're nothing but their prey,
A hungry lion's meal.

They kill us with our poverty,
Our lives decrease in number,
They kill us with their genocide,
Soon we'll sleep an eternal slumber.

They make us fight for money,
Because they leave our pockets dry,
We fight for food and shelter,
Because they leave us here to die.

Soon things will all be changed,
We'll fight for our rights with war,
But this Revolution won't be for the better,
Because the world will be no more.


Details | Etheree | |

Panic Delete

Fear
Is strong
Grips your soul
Tingles your skin
Embeds in your mind
Though it can be beaten
If you confront it head on
You must do it with a true friend
That has not the same terror as you
Only then may you be freed from nightmare


Details | Free verse | |

Hummingbird Arse

My mother always told me growing up
“Don’t let your humming bird arse get
Your alligator mouth in trouble”
I never thought anything about it then
I took it as a warning not to say what was on my mind~
There are people in society who stay “in line”
Those who don’t care to draw attention to issues
People who are afraid to be in the spotlight

I am simply an outspoken woman
I am straightforward and boldly confident
I speak out when I see an unwarranted wrong
I am me, and when I speak up to offend wrongdoers 
To keep them from continuing to do wrong
Unreasonable authorities feel they must stop me
These influential people see me as a threat
I act on my conscience and say what I must
If some don’t like my boisterousness…..
I fear the waters will be rough~

They can do their best to keep me down
But ….
I will not sway from my God given strength
I fear intimidators who wish me meek 
Are up for a battle ...I will always speak!
Because I am proud 
I shant change my ways~
Mother may have been a meager woman
Doing what she was expected ....
                                              .....by staying in line
She tried teaching me not to rock the boat
By egregiously keeping me under control
Yet .....I am not her…. I am a hummingbird all grown




Details | Rhyme | |

God Will Help Me

God will give me patience
to deal with evil things.
He will block it out for me....
I hear the angels sing.

My mind's become polluted
with mean and cruel remarks.
This poem will be my cleansing
from the big dog's lonely barks.

I've fallen far from virtue.
I took that poisoned bite.
At least I regained composure
before the title fight.

No longer will I worry.
I won't reach out my hand.
You made your bed, now lie in it.
I'm sure you understand. 


Details | Free verse | |

Modern Definition of Beauty

Make-up and fancy clothes,
plastic surgery and luxury.
Things of lust and greed,
do they really make one objects of beauty?

Like dolls that invite 
men, envy and unwanted attention
vying for the longest legs
or the smokiest eyes.

That foundation and eyeshadow,
those stilettos and mini skirts
girl, i tell you that you may try to impress
guys and girls alike, but you're wearing an obvious mask.

Did beauty solely depend on looks?
Curves and designer stuff
are those all that a girl is worth?
Why, if you take off all that from her, do you think she will still look pretty as you see her now?

Back then, beauty was in the soul,
the heart and the mind.
When only prostitutes would show their legs,
and wear such thick rouge. 

When a lady`s worth was measured by her charm and intelligence alike,
not by her body and her face.
A king`s queen should just be as strong as him,
not as provocative as his mistress.

Now that women rely on make up and clothes to make them who they are,
only few cling on to the belief that beauty comes from within,
that not all men want long legs or long lashes
but a woman that is not only good in bed, but also in life.

Saddening as it is,
that the modern definition of beauty is such. 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

you can't have a security company without having security guards

you can't have a security company without having security guards
for it's those dedicated men and women who are the company's heart
how many vice presidents do you need who only sit in meetings?
how many receptionists are required to answer the phones and give greetings?
how is that the secretaries get a paid vacation every years?
but the security officers only get the blood, the sweat and the tears

divaism, nepotism and favoritism are the current trends
it's not about how well you do your job but who are your friends
bump schedules, no sick days and no paid lunch hours
it's time for us to unite and start exercising our power

we need to come together in cohesiveness
and show them that we won't settle for anything less
to be treated with respect, to be treated like human beings
for the company to show some empathy and not the disdain we keep seeing
we're not asking for a lot, we just want our fair share
for you can't have a security company without the security guards being there


Details | I do not know? | |

First Love

When i first saw her time froze
I tried talking to her with my eyes closed
My voice stumbled out of my lips
My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips
I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery
So I ran away and let it be a mystery.


Details | Free verse | |

Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


Details | Lyric | |

Someday

“Someday”
Why is “someday” such a sad word?
When one like “never” is so much worse?
Why....why “someday”?

“Someday!”
Why is “someday” such a sad, sad word?
Perhaps the saddest one I’ve ever heard...
Why “someday”?

Everybody
has somebody
Except me, it seems
but that's not why I want to leave

So out of it
feel “out of it”
Never was in
can't find the way 

"Life’s one big bluff
Keep a straight face
Don’t let ‘em see your cards."

Yeah, life’s one big God-forsaken bluff
and I’m about to jump off

Someday, I thought you’d find me
Someday, I thought you’d love me
But someday ....
...someday......
someday NEVER CAME

“Someday,” they say, “You’ll find somebody.”
“Someday, you will be happy.”
“Someday, life will mean something.”
But someday I'll be SICK of waiting

Someday, you’ll see why it can’t be
Someday we’ll ALL be sorry
One day
sweet day
I’ll find my way 
out of this body.

http://vimeo.com/26557410


Details | Free verse | |

lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | Imagism | |

Omlet - or - The Taming of the Screwball

         "OMLET"
            or
      "The Taming Of A Screwball"
      cast of characters:
      Julius Caesar
      A Roman Teenaged Kid
      A Roman Guard
      Brutus
      A bunch of Caesars Girlfriends
      A bunch of Roman Senators
   
   Julius picked up the violin and looked at the
kid. ""Et playdimus youdimus?"" he asked.
   "Nonimus!" replied the kid. "Cousinimus Nero
playsimus."
   "Ahhhh," sighed Julius. "Prodigimus bratimus."
   Suddenly a guard ran in, waving his sword and
shouting, "Mightymus Ceasermus! Brutumus et comingus!"
   Just then Brutus comes in, followed by a bunch
of drunk senators. All of Caesars girl friends
run offstage screaming in terror.
   "Ahhhh--Friendimus Brutumus..."" Julius said,
putting his arm around Brutus' shoulder.
   Brutus took out a dagger and promptly
thrusted it up Caesars bellybutton.
   "Ahhhhhhh--Brutumus!"" Caesar repeated.
"Youdimus screwdimus meedimus."
                     curtain
                      (applause)
© Ron Wilson


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Shine on

It just might be the biggest sin
To let the light grow dim
If ever you decide to give in
or hurt by suicidal self defence
Don’t submit to the essence
of offence
The learning from life lessons
is to negotiate repentance
I’ve struggled the hard way
A lonely, soulless castaway
Who even now scoops buckets of hope
from the bottoms of his sinking boat
I traded flickers of emotion
for baron spells of treason
Switched on and off the love and devotion
and fused the bulbs of light and reason
Returning feelings
Turning hands, heads, hearts,
time and seasons
Glowing stars embossed
Constellation guided, lost
on route to the place you know so well
Stopping to brave the ocean swells
filled with healing notions
Oh radiant Phoenix, burning bright
Show me the way, show me the light
Guide me through the darkest of night
Once again


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #31 / Stop staring

Stop staring! Holocaust survivors!
Oprah! Ann & Nancy Wilson!
Mother! Brother! Father! Friends!
Can’t you see I’m no longer a man?


Details | Free verse | |

Cynicism

A rose by any other name
.......is still gonna set you back $9.99


Details | Sonnet | |

Last Supper – A Winter Sonnet

I spit the words you made me eat, and then
they land on you as there you stand aghast –
You cringe and stare at what you said; thick phlegm
bedecks your face, a white-hot, slimy blast.

They left a taste, a bitter paste of hate
and painful anger. Tongue to teeth, I fled
the room and slapped the twisted hands of fate
from off my neck as choking life-breath bled.

I tripped, you screamed and tried to grab me back –
Too late for that, and now we fall apart.
The precipice is yawning, grim, deep black
and down I plunge, my ending and my start.

The forge of stellar flame blows hot, then cold
as melting, sculpted frozen wings unfold


Details | Free verse | |

The Foul Smell Of Lies

They can stink up the joint,
Those falsehoods you flaunt
fooling no one but yourself,
There is little point in it,
You stupid bag of sh__,
Time to come clean,
you know what I mean,
clear the air of bull,
maybe then you'll....
know how truth may hurt
but if only  of lies you are full
it's far more worse
than the devil's curse


Details | Free verse | |

Paltry Society

Whilst we claim ourselves
a civilized, caring 
and enlightened society,
a mortally wounded dog
lies unattended
on the side of a road,
as her distraught
canine companion
remains helplessly, yet devotedly
by her side,
exhibiting a level
of sensitivity and compassion
that far exceeds
that of those
who regrettably have
ruthless command
over the entire animal kingdom.
 
Yes, in all our pitiful glory 
we dare claim ourselves
superior to these creatures....
how contemptibly mistaken we are.

How painful and disheartening
to powerlessly observe
such callousness and indifference,
and how terribly dispiriting
to acknowledge myself
as one who is
reluctantly, yet unavoidably
part of a legion
that so brazenly owns
such apathy, depravity and disgrace.

Camille Rose Castillo 2012


Details | Bio | |

Alone and Empty

I'm feeling secluded and alone again
I'm lost in my tiny room
I'm in a grave without the funeral
It's my social pit of doom

How did life become so empty
Do I have a sign which is saying no entry
Maybe I'm to blame for this social suicide
Is this all part of life's rocky ride

I'm left with just me and my thoughts
Feeling all out of sorts
My own company is my worst enemy
It's sapping and wasting my energy
But I will never come crying to you for sympathy

My sheets will not become tear stained with blood
There will be no flood
I'm stuck in this mud
Is anyone listening
Is that understood
Or am I just misunderstood

Where are the shoulders on which to lean
I don't know what's happening
This must be a dream
So if you won't walk with me I will walk alone
Through my zone to find my throne

Why is it that inside I keep feeling so afraid
I fear this isolation which I have made
Has become so entwined on me
I've become my own worst slave and enemy

Living deaf dumb and blind is leaving me behind
It's getting me nothing which I try to find
My confidence is low, how do I strive on
I don't want to mess up anymore
I don't want to get it wrong

It's hard enough to believe in yourself
When you are not believing in me emphatically
I'm left with this loneliness enticing me sarcastically

And so I'm left alone and empty
In which it has gripped me
And it has stripped me down again
This destructive loneliness
It won't leave as my one true only friend


Details | Free verse | |

Why Should Your Feelings Matter To Me?

So, now, you are telling me your feelings.
But you expect my concern?

Did you consider my feelings?
Each and every single time that you afflicted me,
with your knit-picking first; with your rudeness;
with your discriminatory remarks,
and while you created and allowed a hostile environment
that included two co-workers?
Or while you abused and mistreated me,
and allowed your two 2nd in commands, and your daughter, to do the same?
     Did you consider my feelings?
     After I shared one personal feeling with you?
     Only for you to throw it in my face, 
     with another subject heading?
     After you were demeaning to me; After your inhumane treatment,
     and your continual ignoring all of my good ideas,
     and my concerns within vast areas of the job?
Did you consider my feelings?
When I tried to have open communication,
only for you to hurryingly pass it all by,
and to act as though the valuable topics and advice that I raised attention to,
that you caused to be turned into complaints,
were unnoteworthy, except for your retaliation?
     Did you consider my feelings?
     When you socioeconomically abused me?
     When you cut my needed hours many times?
     The first time causing me to default on payday loans,
     that I never should have had to get in the first place.
     Also causing me to get behind on rent,
     as you became an accomplice to the unlawful and inhumane eviction
     that they wouldn't allow me to go to court on?
Did you consider my feelings?
When you cut my needed hours again?
Lying about cutting out the lunch shift, that you would work yourself,
as you then, hypocritically, had four employees cramped in that space,
after cutting my hours to three hour shifts,
causing me to get burned...
Like you actually cared that you caused me pain.

Or did you consider my children's feelings?
As you snidely told me, "Just take care of yourself".
Ever? At all?
Not to mention all the wrongs that you committed against my children...

But you have the audacity to expect my concern now?!!
When you ignored every previous concern,
only to turn around and treat me like crap,
like my feelings don't matter to you?
     Obviously,
     you expect from others,
     what you are not willing to give in return.


Details | Free verse | |

Family Portrait

On a hill sits a mansion.
Resting on the wall within this mansion
is a family portrait of a 
wealthy family of four.
Two parents, two children.

A mother with hair raven black
in a wonderful expensive
blue dress, a father in an
expensive classy black suit
with hair sunny blonde.
One son of year twelve
With hair like mother, 
blue eyes of the father and
wearing a costly navy blue suit.
The last and youngest son with
hair like his father and
almond brown eyes like the mother.
He’s wearing a costly black suit
and like everyone else smiles with
perfect bright white teeth.

A perfect portrait for a seemingly
perfect rich family.

But a family portrait is
just a family portrait.

Only showing what the camera takes
Not what really goes on within this place.


Details | Free verse | |

Insecurity Flashback

All carefully constructed self worth is striped away
As the laughing voices breach the wall and
Tear away my identity. 
I am a gangly, awkward teenager—
	A giant in a fairy world.
I am a depressed, needy cutter,
	Sucking the light out of all conversation.
I am a dumb, useless klutz—
	A mountain troll in Hogwarts
	A blond tripping over her Chihuahua.
I make you laugh in incredulity
Then fade to the outskirts of your awareness.
I am vulnerable until your casual glance.
With no where to run from your half-hearted bullets
I die a little more to myself.


Details | Free verse | |

Be Me

Today I am tired.
Tired of not measuring up.
“Summer, if you were only more like your mother, brother, or cousin.”
Tired of being unacceptable.
“Summer, you shouldn’t dress, speak, or act that way.”
Tired of being berated for being me.
“Summer, stop being hard headed, an independent person, a free thinker.”
Yesterday I was tired.
Tired of hearing threats.
“Summer, if you don’t… I’m going to hurt, leave, or embarrass you!”
Tired of being criticized.
“Summer, you are just over weight, O.C.D., an over achiever.”
Tired of being measured against everyone but me.
“Summer, your parents, siblings, or friends did it better.”
Tomorrow I will not be threatened, berated, unaccepted, measured, or criticized.
I will just be me.
Summer.


Details | Bio | |

Confessions (The final chapter's end)

I don’t live according to these words
They may move me
But they don’t rule me
I’m proud of my accomplishments
And I think I know what you think
“He always loses out to negativity”
Okay, I’ll give you that one
But only this once will I admit defeat
Tomorrow I might sing another song
Or ask me and I’ll deny it completely
So far, unable to say I was wrong
Because I seldom am (at least in my mind)
Survival instincts and reflexes were quick
Far too quick but close to beliefs
Accompanied by agony, pain and grief
Too much grief, too little relief
Enough to make anyone sick
After all, these flaws make me human
When skepticism borders the line 
and judge mentality invades the mind
Expect dire consequence
Too much aimed toward others
Means social suicide
Bad mouthing yourself and life
Equals constant depression
Prevention is better than cure
It’s too late for me, I’m sure
Showing faults I know are there
For many caused unrest
At best, for battle I had to prepare
Cause nobody wanted to hear
Or contest the good in life 
Ever so often, I would reflect
And on occasion was quite impressed
Even though I’m not without fault
But I’m just one person
Who’ll confess everything just as he sees it
If I’m happy I want everyone to know
When I’m sad, exactly the same
I guess my life isn’t all made up, although
For many, my opinions are messed up
As from now, I’ll stop stepping on toes
My dress code will be…smiles and make-up
But I’ll only wear this ensemble
to prevent runny mascara from tainting the blues
In and around these eyes


Details | I do not know? | |

Free Song

I see my flag unfurl
In the cold North wind it curls
Against the evening backdrop of the Edinburgh sky

So with the skirl of pipes
And the rhythmic beat of drum
Down the Royal mile the loyal Scotsman come

So now we have independence
At dear long last were free
But that don't wash away centuries of tyranny

So as we march on too the future
Lion rampant flying high
Looking back all i see is the dark glaswegian sky

So now the burden lifted
Alba free at last
Now as proud Scotsmen lets forgive the sins of the past


Details | Couplet | |

Have Some Gumption

A cheater never a winner was.
An honest man earns his great applause.

Bootlegged words make confidence schism.
Stealing verses denies truth's wisdom.

Writing one's best makes ideas glisten.
Expressive minds hope people listen.

So go ahead, have some gumption.
Live life golden; ascend con's basin.

Deceit never did bring satisfaction.
Observed ideals take positive action.

The harmed forgive, though it is not easy.
A higher order shows loves flows deeply.

One should never choose to plagiarize,
Not while thoughtfulness remains alive.


© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Free verse | |

New Relationship

I already don't like you
even as I cling to your warmth
and allow you to caress me tenderly.

Moaning, any lustful union
is a sort of death - 
No life will come of death
No future will be found in death

We were finished before we met
Concluded before we began
Cursed before we could be blessed
Dead before love could be created.

I feel peaceful and warm,
ensconced in your gentle demeanor,
you who are so willing and eager 
to love and be loved.

I am an artist
and an actor
and a fake
and a cheat.

Alone in my tyranny
Separated by my black heart
Unable to give you what you want
I extend and kiss you and sigh.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost

fast to get 
away
but always quick
to receive

it's the insides of your 
pupils
that dilate next 
to me

never fast to get
away
but always quick
to be free

it's the ghost that
haunts us all
deep down inside
of you and me


Details | Free verse | |

Life in the Past

None of us know how the story ends,
That's what makes life so complicated.
Should we live like there's no tomorrow?
Love like we'll never get hurt?
Accept ourselves for who we are,
And accept others for their differences?
Admit we are wrong and be humble when right?
No, it will never be like this,
We are too busy living in the past,
Rather than living for our future.


Details | I do not know? | |

Remembering Him

I can’t pay attention,
They have deprived me of my perception.
My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful.
In a room of people who never knew him.
So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade.
I was the M.C. at his graduation.
He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award.
“Thank you”, he said.
Everyday in my mixed grade class,
He would sometimes make everyone laugh.
I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough
From seeing him and his crew everyday.


Details | Free verse | |

FRANK'SGIVING!

Hey, Pilgrims,
Let's dress-up
Dress-down the plumes
of the dancing Peacock
(If we'd allow)
but for the Ritual;

For Francsly speaking
in tongues of plata y oro,
Pound-for-bloody-pound
How much 'cide this buys?
A simply-uneasy angst to the quest,
Oh, how Corpulent "m.d.'s" -
Which dystrophy Indigene Water - Land - Identity muscle 
Manifest your Destiny! - Trophied.

Lots of time for sargeants,
for unhappy Cherokee rides on trails to tears      
Led from 50,000 years to Discovery? Indeed!
With no reservation 
'cept to enslave the Spirit,
And with tobacco & cotton gotten
from the corn colors of the Earth!

Are the Iroquois/Mohawk/Navajo/Cherokee/Hopi
Thankfully jeeping...?

Don You grisly-now...
Our meleagris gallopavo decapatito,
Strut and march like mute Mummera in the Charade!

                                                                            Cum Multis Aliis  


Details | Free verse | |

The Bleeding Flag

The flag lies on the street
Bleeding in the rain

The men shout 
At nothing
About nothing, 
Followed by the fools and dreamers
Whilst the sheep graze on trash

The light dims on the street
A dark tide approaches

People know everything about nothing
And nothing about anything
Waken and live
The prophet calls to a deaf mob

Fighting for nothing
Salvation comes from their reinvention
Though only they decide

The flag, downtrodden by the rain
Honour forgotten
Bleeds

Blue

White

Red

The mob thuds wearily on
Marching to ignorance


Details | Rhyme | |

Accident

Shards of glass catch the sun's fluid rays,
reflecting tiny rainbows into human eyes.
Twisted shells of metal vehicles
lie bleeding in the midst of human flies.

Anguished cries haunt the fragile ears,
while the pavement drinks the juice of life.
Cops converge upon this scene of carnage,
sweeping up after this collision of strife.

Sirens moan through the gathering crowd,
demanding entrance to this play of sorrow.
Broken lives are loaded upon stiff stretchers,
and some lose the chance to see tomorrow.

The shattered pieces of molded metal
are towed quickly away to free congested cars.
Silently, this accident vanishes from fractured news,
a lesson forgotten in the reign of wars.


Details | Narrative | |

Another Saturday night with her friends

Where the floor meets the wall,
She stands in her usual spot,
Craving a cigarette,
Observing, processing, psycho-analyzing,
Another Saturday night with her friends.

Their forced civilized exchange of small talk, 
Boasting, intellectual competitions and back handed compliments
Vainly covers the tension of secret love triangles,
Unspoken resentments, jealousies, and
Bruised egos until the alcohol takes effect and
 people start going to the bathroom in groups.

That is when someone puts on jazz album,
And suggests a game which
brings out the "realness" in everyone:
They tell stories, make confessions,
Share moments of tenderness before
Declaring war
Shattering several expensive wine glasses and 
Dissolving into fits of hysterical laughter or sobbing
Until
a fight is taken outside 
a couple is having sex in the basement, 
 and someone is vomiting  in the kitchen waste basket.

Except her,
Lightly buzzed by some cheap white box wine,
She will  comfort and offer sage advice to
the  histrionic  and  the clueless
which they will soon forget or dismiss.
Refill the pretzel and chip bowels,
Break up a fight between two romantic rivals,
Pour countless whiskey shots and shake 20 mean Vodka martinis, 
Nurse the drunk and clean up the mess in the kitchen.

Years from now, these alleged group of friends will
Rewrite this night filled with fun and merriment 
Where the drinks, drugs and conversation flowed,
and the fire never died,

While she will accurately recall every detail and wonder
Why she allowed this group of sparkling, beautiful, broken  people 
To cast her as their resident 
Gopher
Maid
Bartender
Unpaid therapist
 Keeper of secrets
Enabler…
 
What was her incentive or her reward?
Beyond their peripheral acceptance.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hookers

They think they look good, yeah, they think they look fine
Hookers on the corner selling coochie for a dime

They lean into cars with their breasts hanging out
Talk to their tricks in a soft baby pout

What's up baby do you like what you see
It's all yours but you know it ain't for free

Gotta get em high so they can scream and holler
When it's all over wasn't worth a dollar

A hooker ain't picky she'll do it anywhere
Wipe off her coochie tuck the twenty in her hair

She's all about business when it comes to making money
Give it all away to the pimp who calls her honey

Then they get old and the crack rocks got em
And who wants a ho with no breasts and no bottom


Details | I do not know? | |

the dark gift

come now, drink the blood of the wilder-beast, 
join us on this midnight feast, you are now and forever
 a child of the darkness, drink of the beast, 
cure the need, feed, sacred tombs, and anicent wounds, 
journey through the souless abyss, immortality,
 the dark girt.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crushed Skulls

The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the gaping wounds soaked in blood

dismembered corpses piled high in some humid make-shift shit-stenched mortuary

who will remain to someday write, war's final obituary


for the killing goes on in the name of tribe
faith
race
religion
caste
sect

and the vested interests above all

but who really hears the whimpering sobs of a 4 year olds call

for her mother, father, brother, sister

as she lies dying, bleeding out like a gutted animal, on the stinging gravel

while we deliberate and engage and while to Geneva we always travel

to sign some scraps of paper that merely postpone the killing for a while

while the putrefying carcasses of human beings lie side by side, mile after bloody mile


war is ugly, they tell us

but necessary too

and we go to war for peace 

while the generals and the money-men and the politicians drink and dance and screw


war is ugly

it is indeed

but so are we

if we fail to see the humanity stripped away 

and peeled off the skin of that 4 year old girl

and if her cries for help we do not heed


war and guns and bombs and the very latest smart nuke

sickens me as it should us all
making us retch and puke

but who gives a **** about the bombs falling far away

we've got chores to do, margarine to buy, and take the family out for the day


war is ugly

so they tell us

while loading the magazines without much of a fuss

war is ugly

and cold and brutal and evil as the hounds of some distant hell

but who gives a **** for we have sneakers to buy and stocks to sell

war is ugly

but so are you and I

for we remain silent

as the bombs fall incessantly on

out of the open sky

shame on me and shame on us all, that much I believe is true

for our silence in the face of misery is tacit acceptance

and try as we might to inure ourselves 

I am as complicit in it all

as are you...


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


Details | Rhyme | |

O C D

My fingers twitch, my mind is racing
Nobody understands what I’m facing
They call me selfish and addictive
They’ve no idea what it’s like to live
As my mind races out of control
I’m like Alice falling down the black hole
My hands grabbing for something to hold
But there’s nothing…its lonely and cold
My heart races I can’t think straight
And all this because my dinner is late
I live my days to a strict routine
Oh how I’d love to just wipe my mind clean.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | Free verse | |

Complaining

Complain. Complain; COMPLAIN.
They do it for all to see in disdain.
Drama, Drama, Drama, DRAMA,
Take it all back to your Mama.

Complaining about their job,
They hate it; They hate co-workers.
Getting angry, beginning to Sob,
They are all slackers and lurkers.

They Hate job; They get No satisfaction.
No benefits I receive as a Worker.
No one Here that meets Classification,
Yes, even my Boss completely Quirkier.


Complain, Complain, Drama AGAIN.
They do it everyday, Such A Sin.
Drama, Drama, Complaining to All,
Running, Running, to get another Call,

Why, Why do they stay To Complain?
They do it to be Unhappy in Vain.
Drama of Life, Work, just to COMPLAIN,
Needing Turmoil, DRAMA, on Their Brain,


Details | Rhyme | |

Free Range Fear

There is too much fear in the world these days,
Fear of the unknown, scared in soo many ways!
Phobias of spiders, mice, rats and bats,
Are you frightend of nothing?  Why are you scared of that?

Scared of oppression?  And the way they use aggression?
Are they messing with your head, using psychic suggestion?
Wrestling with your doubts will only lead to fear,
Always looking into shadows.. scared that something's always near.

You're winding yourself up!  There's no reason to be scared,
But it's never as it seems.. so you'd better be prepared.
Because if you're feeling fear, it could be.. you're not ready,
With your trembling legs, and butterflies in your belly.

It's not so strange, that lots of people fear pain,
Being boiled alive, with needles stuck into your brain,
You've got to be careful, I'm afraid to say,
Be quick to make your mind up, to fight or run away.

Would you fill your pants, with a gun to your head?
Now, that's REAL fear.. you could be dead, enougth said!
Some could find your nerves and make you scream for weeks,
They can teach you about pain and how it reaches new peaks.

But the ones like that..  are fearful too,
Of justice, revenge, and the human rights crew.
They should be scared!  I wanna see their faces white,
'Cause they even kidnap kids and slip away into the night!

Now I'll get swept away, as it floods from me,
See, some of these emotions, are as deep as the sea,
Some wanna get a gun, and hunt these sick suckers,
And get them on their knees and say PRAY MOTHERF%%%%%!

See this is the crux..  this is the bottom line,
If they catch you doing that, then it's you that's doing time,
It's never black & white, it's not easy to see..
There are so many fears, it's all part of being free.

Are you scared of the dark, because that's how it began?
Are you scared that it links you to the earliest man?
Who had to hunt to eat, had to kill to stay alive,
And did what they had to, so this race could all survive.

The things to be scared of are the things inside,
You can struggle and fight, but you can never run or hide,
So walk down the street with your head held high,
And face down fear.. because we're ALL gonna die!

But the opposite of fear though..  is to be brave,
Who knows how many lives you could save.
The futures unknown, and we all face change,
It is all just a part of being free-range.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Scam

Scam
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 31, 2011

Been caught in a scam
Should I have just ran
Try to be good
For God as we should
Always to get bit
Just take another hit
Never knowing why
But continue to try
To live with the strife
Just wanted a wife
Will we ever just fit in the groove
Or should we just move
On the Golden list
I do not jist
Or just change my name
To fit and stay in the game
Never, never win
So I will just give in


Details | Personification | |

Mortified

I,
walk among the zombies
rotting in an unfathomable ghetto,
thrust ‘neath lifeless golden bricks,
drenched in crimson hues 
of survival.

She,
dressed in disgrace,
gyrates to an ugly music,
painting  his evenings in sordid colors!
What have they done to you,
Oh my Modesty!!

A desperate light flickers high above.
Unattainable.
Blind.

Does your fumbling feeble mind remember me?
I was once known as Honesty.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Stranger's Plea

Heart of mortar, heart of stone,
When will your spirit break?
Please let me in your hallowed home
For fractured, tattered sake.

I've searched the streets from dusk to dawn
And still can't find myself,
But, can a being, so withdrawn
Expect to find himself?

I've led a life that's not been par
To standards set by men,
And now I'm here, a rugged scar,
As guilty once again.

I beg your mercy greets me so
That I could not be sore,
But you don't have to welcome, though,
The soul that fawns your door.

I only ask that you please think
Before you bid adieu.
Some food to eat, a drink to drink
Is all I ask of you.


Details | Free verse | |

www.poetrypoem.com/shadowfiend

years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin

learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game 
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose

lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and 
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one

and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one 
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for

fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect 
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go

a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke 
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples 
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up 
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
 just go surf and see the game 
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!


Details | Free verse | |

True Reality

Why is it
I am always wrong?
Something
I have always done?
Why is it
I am 
Never good enough
In your eyes
In challenging times?

How many times
Do I have to say
“I love You?”
What will it take
To convince
That mind 
And 
Heart 
Of yours?

What can I say
That will ease 
This jealousy
And 
Resentment
You feel towards me
When drinking 
Too much booze
Killing what brain cells
Are left
In that stubborn 
Head of yours!

How long 
Will it take
For you 
To believe in me?
For I know
I am a fool 
Staying here, with you!
Feeling desperate
Lost and lonely
Dreams squashed
Emotionally drained
When ‘we’ need to pull together
In union ship
To make 
This bond strong
Between us!

'Uniting as One’'

'Love Conquering All'

“Well!”
“So, I am told!”

I love you more
Than this
Arguing and fighting!
But 
You refuse to understand
The love I have for you

My head 
Tells me to stay with you
But
My heart knows
I cannot!
For
I have asked you 
To be kind to me
I have asked
You to open up 

Your anger and rage
Continues growing
Out of control
Taking over
Like
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 
Burning bridges
Being ruthless
Always
Out for the kill!

I need to break away!
I need to clear my head!
I need to experience
Love and longevity
True togetherness
With 
The one’s I love!
My heart needs to experience
‘Healthy Love’
My heart deserves the best!
You now
Belong in my past
I am no longer the person
You once knew me, to be

Your insecurities
Your inner demons 
Far bigger
Than any of the love
You choose to acknowledge 
Or 
Feel from me!

You can believe this 
To be true
If nothing else!

“Love thy self”

Share
Without personal gain
Being 
Your Primary Motive!
Know Love 
Be Love, in Action!

Be honest
Have empathy now
As
I cut these cords
Of emotional bondage
That 
Bind us together 
True Love 
No longer 
Our foundation!

I stand on my own
Knowing
I have learnt the lessons
You have come to teach
I now know
What love isn't!
“I thank you”
For showing me this!

My illusions of love
Blinding me
Colouring my experiences
Revealing
Only what 
'I Wanted Us To Be'
Not
‘True Reality’


Details | I do not know? | |

NO ONE GETS IT RIGHT

  A  ritual of mating,
  the God of lust
  conferring no blessing
  on either sex.
  just a heated dance
  around each other
  testing the already
  sullied waters 
  with dirt feet
  worn out on a path
  tread once too often.

  But then it was
  something no one got 
  right, right?
  women too scared
  men overeager
  or girls brazenly
  bold with boys
  too decent for
  games in the dark.

  married couples 
  acting like siblings
  sister playing wife
  to brother dear,
  cousins getting
  away with everything
  and the old saintly
  by default.

  A mixed business 
  it is I am certain.
  No one gets it right.
  everyone with large 
  appetites  for flesh
  flesh and then more
  flesh.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Loss, and Repitition

Channeling through to the screaming demon a wall thin as a sheet of silk reflecting like a piece of glass all that I ask I all I can do I can bring an end to the rain for nobody ever will know me again the tears will stop flowing as you slowly stop knowing the evidence points to a love so true I cannot be so stuck on me I cannot be inside I shall broadcast over every corrupted wave of human brain space hoping for an end to the war hoping for an end to a means whatever it brings shall be directly for me Interlinking network cables cross sometimes to find a new stream of though that has never been been thought of I could never fall out of the great tree, in debt to me for saving it from the woodsmen Oh scaly beast with your pointy teeth your so poignant to me and I am all that matters when nothing else does I'm all out of weapons and defenses because I followed you too far into the great pit of love with no sight above or intention to escape I shall just lay in a place that fate has thrown me Whoever has known me has known a true friend if I ever at any point let them all the way in which rarely happens for I don't know trust for I am the truest form of myself I need to help from a bottom feeding fish who's only wish is for self advancement your selfish attractions entice me no more you were the last one I felt anything for your absence is noted and the void digs at me so empty I shall forever stay here in the epitome of misery so perfectly purposely


Details | Free verse | |

We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


Details | I do not know? | |

City Life for The Masses

The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
 
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
 
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
 
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
 
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
 
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
 
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
 
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
 
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
 
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?


Details | Free verse | |

The American Dream

The table is tilted
The game is rigged
Continue with what you were doing
Everything is fine

We'll keep telling you all the things
You want to hear
We'll make sure you feel
Safe and secure

While we keep continuing
To get richer and more powerful
We'll make sure you feel
Happy and contented

Isn't this what you've always wanted?
You're living out
The American Dream!

Stop what you're doing 
And open your eyes
Things aren't always
What they seem



Details | Free verse | |

Me in December

me in December is missing. 

i am found at all other times of the year

but right now...everything is severing

coming apart in little pieces falling to the floor. shattering i am deaf to it.

you are smiling, buying, giggling...drinking singing

contemplative i sit watching...waiting, just waiting 

green red, red green...snow topped mountains

it means nothing...when you cant feel it that false warm excited feeling that 
comes with the holiday. it means nothing to those who cannot hear the music 
coming from your heart. 

it means nothing to someone who is looking for more then it is meant. me in 
December is in mourning

i am missing...


Details | Rhyme | |

A Lost One

Lost one
Tossed one
Tossed to and fro
and here and there
Lost one
Desperate tears 
Burdened,
By a world of cares
So much fear, it tears
Down to the last fiber of being
With no one
or no thing,
To give some kind of remedy
So torn,
So broken,
Just as these words are spoken
Hurting,
Deep inside, choking
Choking down the emotions, hold it in
Because these might be the last emotions, he’ll ever have again
Within, starting to grow,
More and more numb
Without 
Love,
No one to show him some
The lost one,
Tossed one
Tossed, by the worldly system
In this dog eat dog world
Where everyone is expendable
The lost one,
I am
Soldiering, in search of peace
Up and down the streets
For whoever,
Whatever
Can give me some relief
By any means is necessary
Whatever they may be
Be it God,
or be it guns
Whatever my choice may be,
It’s mine
I’ll own that
I’ve waited on you too long and,
The sun is setting
Now is the time
I’m tired of being lonely
Tired of being that lost boy
Waiting on you to find me, to hold me
Just hold it
Truth be told,
I just might be a lost cause
Just as a corpse-filled coffin,
Bracing a six-foot fall
I might be done
And if so,
Let that day come
Where mind and body’s at peace
No matter what race I’ve run
No matter what wrong I’ve done
Let it be known,
On my tombstone
I lived and died,
As just 
A lost one


Details | Blank verse | |

PRIDE

In our deepest despair,
When misfortune like an albatross
Swoops down on us,
We let them burn, 
All we love most...

When sore and unsure,
Separated from false strength
And all which gave false comfort,
We build brick walls...
Rather than bridges.

Yet we learn not
And hate that inborn impulse
To seek solace when hurt,
So we spurn true friends...
And hate our vulnerability.


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A second chance

What it must be like inside your head,

To come to a decision that you are better off dead.

To think that there's nowhere life to turn,

A peaceful life is all that you yearn.

Convinced that talking to family and friends,

Will only make matters worse in the end.

They don't need to hear your problems,

You think they've got their own.

But if only you had known.

They are there with you through thick and thin

Family since your life did begin.

They have picked you up when you have fell,

So give them the chance now and your problems do tell.

There is much more to life than just this way,

So please convince your head that you want to live another day.
copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.


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Growing Pains

(Written in 1970 when I was a junior in high school)

Kyle’s only three and quite the tyke
And he wants to ride a two wheel bike
But his mom and dad say he’s too small
And they’re afraid that he might fall
Now on his cheek a tear-track’s stain
He’s suffering from growing pains

Jill’s just thirteen and she can’t wait
‘Til she goes out on her first date
She finds it hard to bite her tongue
When her parents say she’s still too young
She feels this treatment is inhumane
She’s suffering from growing pains

At twenty-four Paul’s a broken man
He went to college with big plans
‘Til he gave in to that young girl’s charms
And she stuck a needle into his arm
Now his plans revolve around cocaine
He’s suffering from growing pains

She’s thirty-five and should have it all
Because Erin was always the belle of the ball
But four kids and a job have taken their toll
And now she is feeling far beyond old
She once was a beauty but now she’s just plain
She’s suffering from growing pains

He’s forty-one and Bill had success
But now his life is a real mess
He thought to be rich, but he hadn’t figured
That he’d end up married to a gold digger
He has everything to lose and nothing to gain
He’s suffering from growing pains

Just fifty-six and in Jean’s once sharp mind
Her thoughts and dreams are so intertwined
That she doesn’t know which ones are real
Or what emotions she should feel
The doctor’s say she’s quite insane
She’s suffering from growing pains

Sixty years have now come and gone
And Bob sits staring at his lawn
He once took great care to keep it neat
Now it hurts too much to be on his feet
And he tries so hard to not complain
He’s suffering from growing pains

She’s seventy-one and Laura finds
Herself alone again in time
She’s lost her husband of some fifty years
And now she has nothing but her tears
She feels her heart has split in twain
She’s suffering from growing pains

At eighty-seven, Ed looks out
His window and wonders what life’s all about
Everyone he knew is gone
And he dreads facing another dawn
Now the organ plays a sad refrain
He’s suffered life’s final growing pain


Details | Blank verse | |

I could not stop (even with love)

I could not stop for death*
even after,
my daddy died from pneumonia
when I was like 4 or 5 years old
vague memories deprive him
of a real definitive place -
so I no longer search for him
nor the withering parts of Momma
that have scattered leisurely
into a hell she made a life
& maybe it was set up that way
maybe all she wanted to do was cry -
& maybe those were her tears
that dripped so consistently
from those diabetic syringes
filled with poisonous self-inflicted
pain swelling arms oozing pus
& maybe she really believes the hype
that her business wasn't our business-
even after
the devil's audit results
& see...
i don't need a cripple's crutch
but what does she really think
as she watches her daughter dying
a carbon copy black suicide ?
& says "boy i did my best"
& is she talking to me I wonder
or is she talking to death...
still - i could not stop.


- Ray x. Johnson 1999

*line inspired by Emily Dickinson poem "because I could not stop for death"


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So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


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nice poets

Nice Poets
From the US poetry community 
there is silence about this new war
they feel indignity 
something must be done even if they 
know the sins of their own country. 
It is easier to be morally right
about others 
There is this bitter taste of poetry that
remains unwritten, to be
ostracized and rejected for writing 
what bothers them about the sureness 
of the righteous. 
There is a Russian TV station, in English, 
has been blocked in USA. 
One truth is enough, alternative truths
are too cumbersome.
Shoot first and ask questions later,   
the sheriff mentality rules ok.
And those who think it is a sham will
be hunted down to the end of the world. 
So what can an American poet do but
to write about the snow in Nebraska 


Details | Verse | |

Liquor

to demonstrate
a demon state
i'll have to drink
until prostrate
and rise again 
to find a drink
a drink i need
i swear, i think
and when it seams
i cannot find
a hem to mend
my addled mind
i'll tantrum rave
and rant and spit
in total black
i will forget
the things i've said
the things i've done
the bed i've made
and then undone
and find myself splayed
laid down in it
drowned awash
and in
	spirits.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Better Off Without Me

When I'm with one of you,
I just can't have one without the other.
I would love to laugh and have fun together.

But then I see,
That maybe
You two are better off without me.
Because I hear
That when I'm not there,
You agree on most things
And get along. Having fun
Like as if you don't really care
About anything else.

I'm starting to feel
That maybe you secretly hate me
And lie when you say I'm great
And I just don't fit to your appeal and ideals.
I'm sure neither of you felt this loneliness as long as I did
And I usually feel envy for friendships and siblings
That I often see.
You are lucky to be together...


Details | I do not know? | |

Indian fabric (2005)

So many thoughts scream in her head
Agonising whether she is better off dead
Worries about what to cook
Tough decision on whether a walk will make other men look
No more life, no more flame
All 5 fingers point the blame
A negative light shines on her day and night
She’s a machine and an object of lust
Daily rape is his must
Fight back they all say
“No he has the right to be this way”
He has no respect and gives her zilch
Only satisfied after his milk
Indian fabric is built to last
A weakness that is strong enough to resist the blast


poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


Details | Free verse | |

Raise the Taxes

a box of crackers
a loaf of bread
five cookies
four cans of soup
no meat
thats what they give you at the food bank
to las you three months
till your next government cheque

on disability
disabled 
wheelchairs
unemployed
or deaf
mentally ill
living off less than a thousand dollars a month
not enough subsidised housing
but jump through our hoops
and come to our day program hungry and confused
for councelling
is what you get

The soup kitchen serves the same gruel
and it soo far away
preached to
when all you want is some food
and you know the truth no one gives
when the poor and needy need to recieve
i can solve this simply 
believ in me

RAISE THE TAXES
give us more money
control the prices of your inflation in the market economy
set rent at a reasonable price
before i starve to death
and tell you how many days
i truthfully go to bed hungry
and dream about the chocolate sprinkles on the designer coffee
and wish i had clean clothes to wear 
in the midst of you cover models
working to doctor the billion dollar industry of poverty




Details | Free verse | |

I gaze into eyes bold and cold

I gaze into eyes bold and cold


I gaze into eyes bold and cold and find a
Barren tortured soul on a journey 
To a place in her own bewildered imaginary 
World

There is another world out there for which
She dose not care she has her own 
Bitter crosses to bear

She has a limited sense of smell and the
Nausea makes her feel like hell

She gasps for air
Her nosebleeds have increased 
And due to her chronic hoarseness her voice 
You can hardly hear  

Her state of being is impoverished 
Her heart is out of rhythm and her rhythm 
Has no heart 
She has lost the purpose of life’s solemn 
Path

She clutches her abdomen as sudden pain
Strikes 
Yet, she continues on her perilous flight

Her seizures have increased and headaches
More severe but they only serve to 
Accentuate the reality of her very real fear

She once had love and friends who were 
Dear now her life is in total disrepair

And death lurks 
As a consequence, of her euphoric chemical
Exploits
And life she says is so full of paranoid jerks

The only friends she has is the devil 
In disguise 
And the prostitutes in white whose favors 
Come In little plastic zip loc bags



Earl S. Jackson
Aug 2006,


Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.


Details | Bio | |

Beyond Belief- Your Tax Dollars At Work

This is too bizarre to make up, and can only be in the USA;

Social Services sent me a letter
They would stop my services unless
I sent them a copy of
the letter they sent me

Bizarre?  It gets weirder.
Henceforth, my case manager
requested from them,
A copy of said letter,
So she can send it back to them

No wonder I'm crazy.

In the meantime, all service halted,
all prescriptions unfilled,
And all logic out the window.

Only in America!


Details | Free verse | |

salvation

Say something
Say anything 
Say all things…they want to hear 
Please don’t 
Please listen 
You have time to spare
Time 
Is what we’re talking about 
After all
Is done 
You’ll realize what you left behind
With eyes shut tight 
And a mind made up
Up up 
Hold your gun up 
Its your only salvation now 
Time is slipping from you 
And faster then it should be 
But you are not afraid 
Hold your  gun up its your only salvation now
Your hands are trembling 
And you squint to see
Off in the distance 
Two years in the past 
A former self 
With time  to spend considering life
But that time is over and you’ve hastily made your choices 
						



Details | ABC | |

The Emo ABC

A is for angry atheist angst
B- you're bleeding bruised broken taking your allowance to the bank

C is for cutting, crimson and crying
D is for daemons, death, darkness, and dying

E is for everything gone wrong in your life
F is the freedom you find in the knife

G is for gothic, straight from the womb
H is for the latest hawthorne heights tune

I is for immortal- you've commited suicide ten times already
J is for the jaded and emotionally unsteady

K is the knife you "accidentally" misplaced
L is for losers, lost life and lace

M is for makeup that cakes up your face
N is the nightlight to keep away the dark you "embrace"

O is because you're obviously obscure
P is for poetry or prose- you're not sure

Q is for quiet, you sit all alone
R is for razors when no one picks up the phone 

S is for screamo you can't get enough 
T is for tears damn, being fourteen is tough!

U is for ubiquitous mental disease
V is for vacant vacuous vampire wanna-be's

W is for whiny,well-fed suburbanite teens
X is for Xanax- you know what it means

Y is for youth spent all about you and your anhedonia
No diamond in the rough, you're just another cubic zirconia


Details | I do not know? | |

A Matter Of Strength

If strength is only 
How well you hide the pain.
I must be truly strong spirited.

If thinking you want death
Is a matter of being gutsy enough,
Then those who're gone
Were even more strong

Rest in peace,
Yet what've they've done 
Shall forever haunt me...


Details | Ode | |

If only she could see

She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep, 
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.


Details | Verse | |

Not I

                                             

                                              Look at them dance,
                                              Look at them fly
                                              Look how they glisten,
                                              Under starry sky's
                                              See how they're free,
                                              All they can be
                                              Watch as their spirits run dry
                                              Should I be happy, or should I be sad?,
                                              Should I enjoy what I don't have?
                                              Yet as the night finally dies,
                                              And we say our goodbyes,
                                              I wish I was them,
                                              Not I.


Details | Haiku | |

Paranoia

Elevator doors,
Open. Enters, chocolate skin.
Pours out, the feared white!


Details | Verse | |

The Giro's Run Out Again

Sixty measly quid
To last me a whole week
A victim of Broken Britain
My misery’s at its peak 

Stripped of my dignity
Powers on the wane
Surviving on frozen fish fingers
The giro’s run out again

Three quid on that lousy nag
No sweeties for the wean
My 4-1 shot pipped at the post
The giro’s run out again

Resistance is futile
Who listens when we complain?
No manifesto for the masses
The giro’s run out again 

In the bleak midwinter
British Gas pile on the pain
Prices up by 18 per cent
The giro’s run out again

Suicide seems the only way out
As I walk home in the rain
When will this misery ever end?
The giro’s run out again


Details | Lyric | |

Eyes

Dream of a world, Where there is peace. No girls, That admit to defeat. You can walk on water, Not worrying of drowning. You can open your locker, And look around see no one frowning. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Dream of a world, Filled with war. See a dead girl, And be dead poor. A million things, Happen at once. You have to see, The best of me. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Think about love. Think about death. You'll see a dove, On your last breath. Wake me with a kiss, So, I can see your eyes, With such bliss, Before I die. Listen to my fairytale, Before I leave, Before I go to Yale. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? I can see, You don't love me, But can you stop, The Dreams, The Nightmares? There's something inside of me, I can't hide from. It's my fate, But I'm too late. Dream of the possibilities, Of you and me. Look into my eyes. Think twice. What do you think? About me? Now.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Sigh

What with tomorrow?
What with today?
What with every passing day?

What with sorrow?
What with joy?
What with every child's toy?

What with then?
What with now?
What with every sunken brow?

What to do?
What to don't?
What with every will or won't?

What with what?
What with why?
"Don't question!" I sigh.



Details | Rhyme | |

What's In Style

How can I sleep, with this warfare?
All left to weep, in this bomb scare.
All hell, is breaking loose.
Angels fell, so ready the noose.
In this country, we're all to fail.
So much animosity, right on our tail.
Should we try anarchy, that'll do the trick.
It's you and me, we'll make 'em sick.
Kick in their heads, rebel to no control.
The snake skin sheds, so they'll pay the toll.
We'll take on the Fed's, we'll sell our soul.
They'll die in their beds, hearts black as coal.
What's in style, should we be communists?
We'll stand on trial, and read off the list.
They'll be in denial, as we chain their wrists.
We tried it with peace, but that didn't work.
Gunfire will never cease, for Death'll always lurk.


Details | Free verse | |

The Written Word

Such wicked fools, 
What angry, half-crazed things they are
Such despair sticking to them
Around them and through them
Difficult to be certain about
How they have fared for so long.

Such violent buffoons, 
What dramatic, forgetful things they are
Such regret spilling toward them
Behind them and before them
Problematic to imagine
How their mistakes continue on.

Such loving simpletons, 
What brave, tender souls they are
Such passion within them
To end and begin them
Hard to know
The depths of their love.

Such magnificent dolts, 
What imaginative, dreamy-eyed things they are
Such creations flow from them
And I, one among them
Impossible to understand
All that is contained in every one.


Details | Haiku | |

Employee

Chocolate skin walking,
Flopping through store aisles, shopping,
White stares: Nigger's robbing?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Crucify The World

You say you want your freedom
But you're leaving
Half your kingdom
To a people
Who don't need it
You can't crucify the world

So you're feeling bare without it
Tell me how
You've gone about it
You can try until you're old
You can't crucify the world

Now you're telling me you're done
No ideal under the sun
To determine anyone
Who can crucify the world

But wait a bit more time
Till my pen
Runs out of rhyme
There will come
Another one
Who will crucify the world


Details | I do not know? | |

Be With Me

I am sorry
For my misery.
Yet now I feel that
Inner hope is still real
And I regret having all that sadness,
But now I've let it out
And without a doubt.

I now release my inner gladness.
For you all have been here
Inside my heart
And I now refuse to part
From the world.
Because no matter how
Much pain I go through
There's something left to gain
And no I won't let my past
Cause me anymore misery,
Because you will always
Be with me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bitter Sea Spirit

A sea made up of a million tears...
Drowning whatever comes near
The forgotten and broken soul.
Bitter spirit
Pushing away
The ships of friendship and love
With waves of rage.
Erasing history
And throwing those into a cage,
To make them see how it feels
Being in such inner pain.
High tides flood the land
Never has the bitter sea spirit felt so grand
In destroying all those who had a hard time
Trying to understand.


Details | Alliteration | |

Another avenue

Lonely lovers lay

Prone pondering the pages

Of others offerings

While wealthy women

Cashing company cheques

Purchase those priceless pooches

All the while, angry adolesents

Sewing sad smiles

Filling furrowed frowns

Beauty borrowed, now broken

On swiftly shifting sands


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Shadow and Light

(Written in response to the poem “Black and White.”)


Over age 40? Here’s some truth from the new generation.


Don’t get me wrong,
I love those old shows.
Classics for long 
All that and more. 
But if I may speak a while.
Sir, sit down and please don’t be sore, 
And don’t view me as a child.


The shows of old are lovely and dear.
So simple and sweet 
Parents needn’t be ware
Of the bad things and screams 
They never harmed any babes, those old TVs.
But something’s not right
The black and the white lied you see.


The loving families of “Father Knows Best”
The eyes of “Lassie,” brilliant and true
They are no different from the mess
On our high definition color surround
The only difference, the only thing
Is that you never got to see
What went on behind the scenes.


Violence and hate survived in black.
Lies and deceit thrived in white.
Let me tell you why you really want the old shows back.
The simplicity and the friendly smiles 
Were all painted on with a poor painter’s brush.
The breakfasts, the perfection, the people’s damn reactions!
All you want back to feel safe when you have the truth crushed. 


The world is no different now from then.
The only difference is
Now we can zoom in. 
Into the faces to see the lines
The living color reveals
The lies all of the “great actors’” eyes. 
The fake and the phony 
Is what you truly love, you asses.
You’ve known all along that the world never changed
Only plucked from your nose those rose-colored-glasses.


Let me tell you something, if I may.
The black and the white that you love so
Is the reason the under 40s are screwed up today.
The God they trusted as they slept in their separate beds
Is the one so many of us defy when your lies about Him were seen in color.


But now we know there are bad guys who DO win fights
And so we’ve learned to hold one another
At night when we know promises CAN be broken
The wind will CUSS from somewhere cold
And some NEVER will NEED vows
For the one they hold to know they love them.
Even though we NEVER fully knew wrong from right.
At least now we’re not hiding beneath the Black
And that White. 


Details | Lanterne | |

Rape

.                             Rape
.
.                              hate
                           watches
                       forced passion
                        brutally burn… 
                               help?
.
Dedicated to GOD’S gay and lesbian CHILDREN, raped.
     May GOD BLESS THEM through the pain
               © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
                     February 15, 2010

                Poetic form: Lanterne


Details | Free verse | |

Fat Girl

Fat girl.
There she stood, waiting for the number 4 bus,
(She needs a size thirteen at least)
Wearing the clothes that only skinny girls can get away with
(they get away with murder)
Seams taut and strained
by puddles of flesh eager to burst forth 
(She can feel the heat that eminates from reproachful eyes,
trying to melt away her fat)
Chameleon
trying to blend in with a culture that thinks a size two is healthy
(what value does a number really have anyways?)
Every ounce of female flesh a threat to masculinity,
while every bulging paunch and sagging jowl
is a tribute  to  their  male divinity
(one more beer and steak with the guys
makes a nice offering) 
While his wife kneels, next to the toilet on the bathroom floor
weeping over the remains of half a mangled bagel
(Sacrilege! Blasphemy!
Don't you know that carbs are an abomination to the goddess Versace?)

Fat girl.
Your back is so sore from stooping down to that level
(Stand up straight!)
You don't need to take that bus
when you can just keep on walking


Details | Free verse | |

Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


Details | Rhyme | |

Women Walking

While enjoying my walk in nature today,
Dark thoughts came to me...from far away
From our sisters in Africa and the Middle East
Who can not even walk this earth in peace

In Darfur little Jill went down the hill
To fetch a bucket of water
Her body was found, she'd been raped, she'd been drowned
But there was nobody left to mourn her

In Iraq little Jane walked down the lane
Hand in hand with her mother
When the car bomb exploded a building imploded
Leaving them both there to smother

In Israel today children at play
Ran joyously out in the sun
Until a rocket screamed down, impacting the ground
Killing every last one.

How can it be, we can't simply agree
That none of us are being fulfilled
When all over the world, women and girls
Are being brutalized while their families are killed.

Needless to say, we can't turn away,
This is a holocaust we just can't ignore
Enough with religions and politics and greed
Let's end the nightmares in the Middle East and Darfur!


Details | Free verse | |

Hollywood Frail

stars
hang
on 
thin
wires
in
a
January 
huddle


Details | Couplet | |

The Veil

The Veil

On decrepit pathways hobbling
Life soul and world a wash of grayscale

Dark wings in shadows sing
By design the spirit to impale

An artist’s palette of black and white
Bright hues in daylight pale

Adrift in oceans of ravens night
Accursed walk beyond the veil

Stephen Allen.


Details | Senryu | |

Politics

Money and power
from mere words and promises
made and then broken..


Details | Free verse | |

Expectations

Withered is love
and fading
as the light does
in winter
without control
or knowing
it dissolves
disappears
and haunts

ghostly as reflection
hanging just above
watchers
heads and shoulders
slightly above hearts
just below understanding

between hoping
and growing

glimpse the burned
image
remember the
outline
and search among
unfamiliar faces
for a recognition
of desire
and wanting

while running through the rain
mindless
obsessed
and cold
to discover
mocking wisdom
tainting the ideal
and feeding the
passion
for
passion


Details | Free verse | |

Memories

Memories haunt and yet they lead.
They help us to find our way.
Memories bring choices with comparisons made.
Memories lead to decisions as corners we turn.
But memories are fluid and change as life goes on.
We forget and discard what we don’t want.
Later we revisit and change images again.

Resentments change to love and care long lost.
Achievements verses what we gave up.
Even wrong can become trying to do right.
Other viewpoints open the older we become…
Then we revisit and memories change again.
Memories can be truth or lies, but they are always…
As fluid as the life from which they come.


Details | I do not know? | |

One Girl's Pain

They turn, look, and say
Shun her
Shun her for she is not perfect
Sun her for she is intelligent
And her intelligence threatens us
Remind her that she is small and we are big
Make her know her place and love it
For she is weak and we are strong
Use her for she is powerless against us
And powerless she shall remain
Forever will be the story of one girl's pain.


Details | Free verse | |

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
My childhood home
Is cherished 

Memories filled with
Silver and gold
And sometimes pure cold.

No one told me
It would go with me
Where ever I go 

When I roam from
Town to town
I carry it with me

I open the door
Each night when
I go to sleep
And dream.

I can’t shake
What I learned
And what I didn’t 
Learn inside 
My honeycomb

I can’t stop
Moaning 
About that
Home.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Way Things Were

If I had stayed another day what kind of things would
you say, would it be a maybe or let's call it a day.

Back Then it was hard to know which way
I should go, as my heart over-flows with 
pain that hurts me so deep,
I would try to fall alsleep but my eyes could
not keep  from flowing with tears
as I tried towipe away the anxious worries and fears 
I kept inside of my heart this was a beginning
a start when we did finally depart.

It was a hard choice to make but I had to for 
my own healths sake.  
Just because I was the one to leave it didn't mean
that I couldn't still grieve and feel sad, the truth 
be told if I didn't feel that way I would be heartless
and cold . 

It doesn't make the situation any less painful  
I have felt much pain but that has helped me 
to cope and regain my self esteem and with
this I have learnt to deal with things better 
or so it seems. 

I have really grown-up these past years and I feel
like myself again and also someone I never thought
I could be but time has proved I can really
be the Real me and it is the best feeling to
live and be free to show the world I am 
me, and me alone I feel happy and at home 
and catching up on the time lost that is 
what I paid  the price and at great cost.


Details | Free verse | |

Gods used and abused

Anyone can take your name
and turn it into a shabby restaurant
or even a cheap chunk of silver
made in Taiwan
Capitalism is the deity of these times
but what is the price of a god?

Do you remember when your name 
was placed sacred
upon the lips of men?
Once they brought wine and flowers
and the sweet smell of sunshine
into your shady grove
evoking mystery 
and reverence of the divine

Now they seek to own you in ragged pieces
tearing flesh from your bones
consuming you spirit and soul
in one thick draught

Maybe one day these new gods too will be made into novelties-
jehova fish and chips
or jesus drycleaning
-these young, modern gods!

But time is a straight shot arrow
Nations live and die in one breath to you 
and the names of gods are carved deep,
lasting far after
the bones of men crumble to dust


Details | I do not know? | |

Evolution

Prophet of my profits,
put your legs in the stirrups
force me out of you, shrieking
dripping of drug, reeking
immaculately dressed
adulterous, childish
a little worse for wear,
a bastard of metaphor.

Heir of my errs,
cast a neurotic prosthesis atop the saddle
trample all bards, those pleading
laden with morose and fleeting
lousy with expression
hopeful, hopeless
all my eggs in one basket,
all breathless from orphans.

President ill of precedent,
flirt your hand to the holster
load the chamber, saluting
empty the casings, alluding
rife with self-assurance
bootlicking, apple-polishing
what goes around comes around
what shall us servile accept?


Details | I do not know? | |

scream test

Scream 
That sound assaults my dreams  
Breaking through my skin and crawling up the wall

Watching me as my body falls 

Shaking me entirely 
Changing pitches 
My eyes are wide

If you look closely, you take a look inside
You turn me upside down
You sip my idle mind

You taste my torment 

It burns like rum going slowly down 
Slipping, sliding…slowing down
Your throat 

And you break this glass
You smash it on the counter 
The taste wasn’t to your liking 

But it is real 
and you Founder


Details | Lyric | |

The Act

"The smile then melts off her face
in a frantic heat of boiling, screaming rage
and trickles down into a pool
of boundless sorrow...."


React like you think they think you should
Whether or not you really feel good 

The act will pass on
and so will they 
soon enough

Don’t you show your pain
Keep pretending you’re still sane

This life 
is a dream 
and it’s not long now
‘till we all wake up

======================
Look for the song-----coming soon!

www.sorrylittlesharky.com 


Details | Sonnet | |

Sorrows

My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear.
My words that flow betray my honor and send me fear.
Never would you know of the dilemma and sorrow I hide.
My soul and desires have reached outward and only cried.

Burdens I have carried and hidden from day of my birth.
Lost and forsaken my spirit never awoken for my worth.
Though I carry onward and deflate my mystery from inside.
They know not of the precious fortitude, courage I hide.

These attitudes I shall carry deeply into my quiet grave.
For to depart any other way, would separate soul to save.
My sorrow of who I have disheartened I carry deep within.
Though I do not feel my quagmire holds any real sin.

These days and nights that I target, from within my life,
Shall someday have a stronghold and be graciously rife.

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Just Write

written on 08/14/2011


Details | Free verse | |

Woman Sues R.J. Reynolds Over Son's Tobacco-Related Death

it started

as fevered

bee sting

on tongue—

then lips

gone

like beaver-gnawed

tree stumps—

then the chin

till like

some ruined

Greek statue

you lay

still

awaiting

a new chance—

the planting

in warm earth

to grow again  


Details | Quatrain | |

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

Poetic form: Quatrain


Details | I do not know? | |

Lousy drug dealers

(This is a fictional poem but it's true for some people.)

You came here and you're up to no good.
You've been selling drugs in my neighborhood.
There's more violence around here than there was before.
You're not going to poison people anymore.
You're nothing but thugs and you think you can threaten us with guns.
But I've rallied the people and I have the support of everyone.
You can't defeat us all.
Your crack house is going to fall.
I got a sample of your crack and I gave it to the police.
Your days of dealing drugs are about to cease.
You are people who we no longer fear.
Now you'll go to prison for about ten years.


Details | Shape | |

APOSTASY OF A PROPHET

This Casuistry is a paradox Fallacious feelings repress A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL An elaborate machination Formation of this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy Renegade inspiration A Live Grenade Revolution call. Societal crumblings A mind poisoned by barricades Limitations. Cures itself By questioning everything Invalidity, obscurity, corruption Topple under Plots of our Coterie Political pressure Militant insurgency Worship the gun Worship the steel Guerilla tactics Metro Urban Rurally Camouflaged pawns Stratagem Pieces on the board are people Playing for real. Didactic Leaders And Pedantic parents They’re history and experience In perspective reveals. Cycle of manipulative Elite, controlling The pariahs Starved in appeal.


Details | Ode | |

NIGHT TERRORS

THE BOOGEYMAN WILL GET YOU-LOOK OUT!!
They have said that to me ever since I was a wee boy
Lurking under the sheets,in the closet,behind one's back
Especially at night when we are susceptible to  the vivid
imaginations of our peers' taunting ravings of Unmentionable
crawlers of the dark and fright
I would not sleep with the closet door half open to fill these
frightened pupils of what may hide behind
It would scare me out of my adolescent mind,to know that something
SINISTER would come from the shadows and SCARE me to death from behind
Every little boy or girl would be so sensitive to the Boogeymen stories that their 
elders or friends would tell them,how green and deathly evil their eyes can be 
when they look back at you.Is it purely imagination or something of a twisted and 
macabre sense of humor that our brothers and sisters would like to throw back 
at us..for kicks and thrills,Halloween night terrors of unimaginable thrills
When I was younger,the Man with a Forever Grin,would like to ridicule and 
terrorize me with his Devil-may-bite smile and assistant ghosties who would play 
along for the HELL of it.
I may be a grown man now,my friend,but whenever I pop a HALLOWEEN dvd in 
my player,the mind cannot help but recollect the pictures of Night Terrors that 
forever go bump in the night where I live..
I hope the same can be said of those same Vile screamers that terrorize us in 
the first place..give them a taste of their own WICKED medicine


Details | Free verse | |

Dollar Bill Love

The creaking door announces
Workboots demeaning the “Welcome Mat”
Pillow touched voices grow closer
Harder
Closer 
Apple grass licks my bare feet
As I launch from
The room soon corrupted
By sugar filled noses
And failed breathalyzers
And thrown utensils 
And threatened throats
Coated with failed divorce
And corrupt psychology
And unanswered questions
And dollar bill love,
But my love costs more
Than cherry bicycles
And lightning scooters.


Details | Cinquain | |

Shh...

Secrets:
Slyly discrete;
Suspense no-one forgets;
Seriousness not without heat:
Repeat.


Details | I do not know? | |

Everyday (I Push Myself Away)

Isolating my feelings of envy,
Locking myself away.
I apologize for being deep
Inside my mind everyday.
I'm not sure about what I should do
Whenever I'm tangled up with one of you.
Bored when there's nothing new to 
Say or to do.
Broken soul when I keep myself inside.
Inner mind is where I push back my bad feelings.
I must be crazy
By being bored of one friend and
Going over there one week later again.
I may become bored for a small amount of time,
But only those who have reached
My heart and soul
Are the ones I'll always like the most.


Details | Lyric | |

Break me

I was confused
I was broken
What you told me
Made me fallen

I am shattered
I am battered
I am the victim in this again
I have lost in my world

You don't know
You don't feel it
But deep inside here
I am broken to bits

I thought you understand
I know you did
But why must you turned away
And say nothing to me

I saw your face
I saw you there
I want to say hi
But are you aware?

I am here
I am broken
so Break me
Break me now

I am here 
I am falling
so Crush me
Crush me now

I am here
I am crying
so Push me
Push me down

And I can't believe it was me who was the one
I became the dead, and you rose frm the dark
Can't you feel the hollow emotions in my heart
I am shouting, dying, crying, praying
I AM BREAKING APART!

I thought you knew
I thought you understood me
But after all this time,
I was the one who deserved Nothing


Details | Free verse | |

C'est la Vie

the bar is crowded
and the smoke tickles my nostrils
i sneeze a few times
then find a place in the front
the band is a joke
lead guitarist sticks to power chords
except the rare occasion
he noodles like an idiot on solos 
some old hipster eyeing me
i look at him with a questioning stare
"have a seat," he says
two women to his side
his friends crowded around in the bunker
the round table shakes from shots landing
and the kick of feet and laughter

"what's your name?" he asks
"val" i say and waft the smoke away
"val... isn't that a girl's name?"
his two drunken friends laugh
"usually" i say and reach for a drink
"why ya here val?"
"to meet a friend"
"a friend, huh... where is she?"
"he"
"you gay or somethin?"
"unfortunately, no" i say with a sneer
he doesn't like my tone, but continues
"how long you been waiting?"
"an hour"
"an hour? he's not coming"
"yeah, we'll see"
"you're welcome to stay and drink with us though"
"thanks, but no thanks"
his eyebrows furrow at this and he leans over at me
"look at this kid. doesn't have any friends.
and when someone tries to be a little friendly
he shows just why he doesn't..."
his friends laugh harder, the two women sit uninterested
"look, val. this is my world...
where do you belong?"
my thoughts go sour as i climb my way out

clearing my head on the streets
i make my way for the subway
the walk is long and my feet are killing me
a waste of a night as usual
and thoughts keep going off in my head
as usual

the ride back is empty
besides a big college kid and his girlfriend
the entire time they are making out
but every once in a while they look over at me
and say with their eyes,
"this is our world...
where do you belong?"


Details | Free verse | |

Media

white walls of
television screens
where the future lays
hidden in static
images
and smoky effects

behind recycled cans
and beer bottle labels
under skirts of
cheerleaders
and slogans
for consumers

in pages of bias
and speeches decorated
with patriotic backgrounds
and empty promises

on MTV
laden with Fox(es)

just out of reach
are bifocals
and remote controls

and ending the search
is an e-truth
sited by mothers of soldiers
and voiceless

corpses

who believed in it all


Details | Verse | |

A Malady

The proverbial all pervading calm and inner peace,
Stability is what we choose to call it- to earn greens,
To eat them, to share it or to control it. So escapable
Yet, always avoided. The veil of contentment ever
So fallible.

Moving from thatched roofs to brick and mortar,
Crawling from unleavened bread to croissant and
From the hard cold ground to the fluffy bed of roses-
We cry, we try, we fall and we die, but then there's 
This small moment of rise.

Unseen, often unfelt, unknown and yet mildly present.
The only pure drop of human essence that is- but a drop;
Yet, if embraced it presents enlightened apes with wings to
Soar beyond the cutlery and the bed and diamonds and
Roofs. Its there but never yet...

Why do I the naive poet type my verses on this machine?
Why does the rickshaw puller not opt to buy a higher 
Mechanism of sustenance? Why do you think of conquering
The space while the same increases in light years between us?
Where is that drop? That essence of intended genetics?

Or maybe intended is what we make of it. Individual freedom
And the consequent 'progress' or digress. A place where graffiti
Almost topples the la politica and, deaths of millions and voices
Of the troubled are channeled like the AM frequency. A drop to
Each one of you dear mortals!

Breathing free sans the fear of someone at the door, sleeping
In peace sans the unrest within, listening to the wind without
A play button to press and walking the muddied path without
The cacophony of horns. Some of the things we inherently want
When the body is born naked.

Then? We grow up and down and up again like a spiral. A 
Careful reduction of the equation that wasnt meant to be a
Circumspect effort. I equals to human so you equal to?
Oh wait! There's a square root on top... Tough luck child.
That drop is there somewhere but we are reduced.

We grow up but never grow back!


 © Malyaban Lahiri


Details | Free verse | |

Enemy Poem

Cursed be the man who wrongs the widowed,
for his inheritance is that of the wretched,
his soul be damned.

Damned be the man who crosses the politician,
he who will make it his policy
to disturb his vocation.

Pitied be the man who makes his enemy the poet,
for he is doomed to languish for all time
in tales of sorrow and defeat.

Hated be the man who does not love
for he has lost his humanity;
he will not be loved back.

Sorrowed be the man who bears no children;
upon the lips of his enemies,
his name falls in disgust.

Careful be the man who insults the privileged,
as deep as their pride runs,
so shall his troubles.

Lost be the man who learns not from his mistakes,
his enemy will see his weakness
and his wait to strike will be short.

Broken be the man who does not prepare,
he goes into battle easily
and is taken out the same.


Details | Free verse | |

SONG OF A MINSTREL

My heart erupts like a volcano
bursting with scathing songs,for 
the lobes of tyranny,fattened
by the deceptive lyrics,from 
sycophantic lips

My tongue,a molten kalam,shall
consume the valve of fear,preaching 
caution to frustrated souls,now
my music must rise ,from 
the din of ancient sighs,remixed
in the swelter of pain and anguish,rehashed
in the gurgling sound,of 
blighted bellies

My anvil honed labial,shall
spin arrows to pierce,their
stubborn ossiccles and
invade the cosmos of haughty drunkeness

My strident cry shall spin a noose,for 
the drooling neck of despotism,hawking 
chaos on our conflagrating land,where
swamp dwellers bath with spittle,and 
princes pawn peasant's heritance

My touching tune shall rouse,fascist
minds to the scent ,of 
our brewing anger,and
restless impatience

I shall continue to sing until,this
gathering storm harvest hearts,and 
stir furious fists,to deal 
deathly blow to the cenotaph of tyranny.


Details | Elegy | |

Connie's Poem

Brilliant words made of love, 
decay in a blur of rage 
and in-perfection.

A family is broken 
as the trigger is pulled 
and the unmindful bullets fly.

Compassion and lies have met.
Righteousness and discord have kissed.

As she fades in deaths handcuffs 
love slips away.



Details | Elegy | |

Connie's Poem Part Two

The gunshots echoes the end,
her chest trembles,
its her last breath.
She is covered in blood,
its splattered everywhere,
it seems too much.

I ignore it and hold her still warm hand,
as her eyes stared up to heaven,
I'm wondering what she seen,
maybe I'll catch a glimpse
of an Angel taking her away.

C.P.R. fails,
the pulse is gone.
I slowly stand
only to face the murderer.
In his eyes the anger and distress
have united in a paralysis
of fear and shock.

He is mumbling,
making no sense,
the gun is held
tightly against his head.

Once he was called
Husband and Father,
now he is something 
that is not man.

With disgust and fear,
I take Connie's gun
from his shaking hands.
as he is  waiting
for the comfort
of the cold steel
handcuffs.

Marrage vows
were broken and silenced
in a few moments
of domestic violence.

To the man who is not a man,
its life without parole
behind brick walls till the end.



Details | Free verse | |

South Side Soothsayers

" I'm a bum,"  he said
on a hazy evening.
Standing on the corner
of East Carson Street,
South Side of Pittsburgh.

" Everyone has the potential
for genius!"

His words echo of the cracked
conglomerate of sidewalks
bearing the daily burden of 
many passing,
shopper's unaware steps.

" We are all born with
the same number of brain
cells, little lady."

Was he telling me that
genius is bred within each
and not created?

"Intelligence and brilliance
burdens the streets!"

Decaying brown leather
shoes step on the ashes
dust from the menthol light
he had bummed  from me.

" Addiction, my dear, 
is all in the mind. I paid
five dollars for a cigarette
once,"

He laughs while cradling
the nicotine filled column
between his heavy aged
fingers.

" I don't need this anymore 
than you do, anymore than
anyone needs anything."

Tossing the butt into
the ominous slits of
the pitched sewer 
grate and then solemnly 
strolled away stating,

" Don't you know it's all
in the mind, my dear,
all in the mind."


Details | Couplet | |

The Value of homelessness

Just because you have no home,
Does not make you any less,
You are still apart of this human race,
Whether you live in a mansion or a mess.

It’s such a shame to see your life go down the drain,
But you still hang in there strong,
You drench in the cold rain,
While singing your hopeful song.

I sometimes think of what you would have been like before,
 I suppose no different to who you are today,
Material possessions can't make you any more,
They just get in the way.

It’s not in my hands to rescue you,
Though I wish it could be,
Remember I’m the one who is trapped,
And you are the one who is free.

At least now you know the value of a stone,
The pricelessness of a crumb,
The fear of being alone,
Facing the end, if it shall ever come.

But one day your dreams shall build your home,
Then your sleepless fearful nights will be gone,
But in the mean time you keep hanging on.


Details | Free verse | |

An old motto renewed

woke up this morning
to an epiphany
of how your world works
be the best you can be
the best human 3 coil double flusher you can be
at first i was upset
in denial
that i too could live up to such high standards
how could i ever compete with such human waste
when they practice being a walking talking waste of skin everyday
acting it out
singing it
and making more money just by practicing an old motto renewed

Thats the only power you have over me
to be or not to be
a huge clog in the toilet we know as life
and i could practice it
all day and all night
no point in dancing around it in denial
but that might make me worth something
if i could pull off the feat of unequal measure
and finding someone to label what they really are
and laugh at the fact that they are oblivious to how your world works

Practicing being a total waste of skin
and then blame it on someone else
and hang their dead baby off my neck
but nope i'm better than that
i can be the best 3 coiler double flusher i can be
without any practice
just human nature at this point

Act 1 scene 2
making one person living a lie
look like a good person
as the rest of the play is all about everybody competes for the reward of being a clog in the 
toilet we call life
Song and dance
still the same glory
and yet soo many of you basking in your power
of who is or isnt in denial of how your world works
practice makes perfect i guess
no point in trying to change anything
just go dangle someone elses dead baby off your neck

an old motto renewed
be the best double flusher i can be
live it, sing it, paractice it to one day show the world their brand new lie
and next lesson of how to be succesfull at something
that will only come naturaly
why not?


Details | I do not know? | |

Girl of Sand: Woman of Strength

little girl keeps getting lost
sliding off her rainbow
trying to untie her shoes

and she's counting up the cost
of the company she's keeping
saving up those violet tattoos

she thinks love is like a sin
knocks you out as you fall in
and every kick is gonna leave a bruise

young girls
and
wishes,
tight spots
and 
dirty dishes,
deadlines
and
waistline,
schoolgirl crushes
and valentines

crawling up against the walls
no escape from Bedford Falls
no 'stage' to board from town at noon

you may not think i have a heart
kind of scared and not that smart
but pass the rope and I'll lasso your moon


Details | I do not know? | |

Blood Mosaic

A blood mosaic lay
Here before me
As I read the scripture on the wall.

The puddles of disgust
Soak my feet.
I surrender my mind
To visions that seem so real.

Weakness is
My enemy.
I throw dirt upon its presence.

Emotion streaks
their faces
And mocks my very intelligence.
I know better
Than to strike.

I forge my way
Into a world
That wouldn't have
Me other wise.

I, in return,
Mock their power
As I walk among them
Inside their secret
Lair.



~Written in 2003 (December) when I was fifteen.


Details | I do not know? | |

Moving On

I've already told you
Everything, and now I feel
That I have nothing else to bring
Out of my thoughts to you...
And gotta try,
To forget about you
And move on.
Because I am sick and tired
Of making myself cry.
All along,
My feelings have seen you as
An off and on love.
I will never think of you
As someone who was true...
I shall get rid of such a bond
I've grown to have with you...


Details | Free verse | |

Jump Rope

Shannon,
I knew her in 
middle school
friends caught 
somewhere between
being children, pre-teen
adults.

We jumped with
a wooden handled rope 
across the stage
in Tom Sawyer.

1890's leather
and petticoats
galloping and swishing
against exposed 
pale thin knobbed
ankles.

Crossed stage right
to stage left,
cued when Tom and 
Becky kissed.
 
Growing shannon
learned to kiss dangerous
exciting men.

Coccaine and Vodka
replaced petticoats
and plays. I heard  
years later of the haunted
whispers of such a childs
fate.

Death stole her at the 
age of twenty after 
nightly slaps - screams
from one of her
immoral un-ingenues.

Shannon Stopped.
Stopped skipping, 
laughing, playing,
acting.

She hung herself from a 
rusty fire escape in a
little city alley with the 
same wooden handled 
jump rope at midnight
in march's icy rain.


Details | Rhyme | |

With Apologies To Robert Frost

       BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
                  (with apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose woods these are, mox nix to me,
both dead and buried, she must be,
to bother me, not one more time,
but sleep forever; endlessly.

Though thought of still, as perfect crime,
(it made my life a downhill climb,)
tis none the less, I must admit,
the joy of me, all of the time.

And smile I must, with thought of it,
the slicing of her throat a bit,
and struggling, oh! how she tried!
whilst I enjoyed her dying fit.

Her eyes now crossed, as if she spied,
her life and death on either side,
and so I gouged them both in fun,
for every time she ever lied!

She begged for mercy--there was none!
Her legs were dead, she couldn't run,
and with her throat cut, couldn't cry,
nor could I, whilst I had such fun!

Her pleas are still my lullaby,
I've lots of time to wonder why,
and years to go before I die.
and years to go before I die.


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Martyr

here's what you don't get
i want to do things
i can't stand around terrified
no that's too many men before me
and where's their place in history?
nowhere, right? yeah, alright

just who's side are you on
the one that freaks at the thought of pain
crying, tears, emptiness, screaming
well i swim in blood every day 
and you know what?
i come out a better man because i know it
i know how to control it

fear keeps us in check
but fear doesn't move things
no i'm not fearless
but i won't stand around terrified
here is the hanging nape of heaven
and you're too afraid to look in on it
nothing will stop me from claiming my own
nothing can stop me from displacing god
nothing can stop me from changing my mind everyday i'm alive
that's the appeal of change
a fresh new perspective
without the sound of nails scraping boards

a martyr
maybe that's what i'm supposed to be
yeah


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Purity (High School is Lacking It)

I’m about to explode
Can’t take it anymore
I look around and I’m surrounded by a mass of people I can’t stand
All the stories about all the whores
All the guys just looking to score
I am encompassed by immaturity
Is there any innocence? Any purity?


Details | Free verse | |

Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


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A Boy in A Picture

A picture on a cluttered dresser without a frame;
No one seems to remember his name. 
Swept with the dust under the rug;
To ask of him would be met with a shrug.

As insignificant  as an empty corner chair;
Never included in a single prayer.
Much of his life is met with indifference;
More than not an annoying presence.

Never really given a fair chance;
He abandons goodness as an alliance.
And learns early all about stealing,
Joining gangs, and drug dealing.

Where is the failure, who is to blame?
Should not society bear the  shame?
He belongs only where his morals are scarred,
And the law is held in disregard.

That picture will not be the last of him taken,
Bur none by those of which he was forsaken.
We may hear of his story and the time he serves,
And dismiss his fate as what he deserves.










Details | Free verse | |

Skunky Beer

why am I so different?  
                                     am I?
I'm beginning to think 
          that I just have a blown up ego,
          metamorphisis metabolic 
untrancible genetic 
                                    generic flow flaw
a reconditioned range 
          of freedom gizz 
                                    that's stuccado in yr craw,
a wild and willy wondrous 
          and silly piece of turd -
                                    that is the word,
a point to this eternal ephemeral joint, 
          that makes me doubt 
                                   what it's all about
A waste in a basket, 
          hovering over a casket...
                                   nearing a fatal mask of death,
what do I mean, 
          the unobscene?...
                                   too tubular to be inbetween...

gives me fitz 
          to glamourize 
                                  the sh!#^ty arses on TV,

when what I really want 
          to say is what 
                                  I really want to mean...
I'm in a trance now...
          a Holy Cow...
                                 a place to recognize 
and over despise...
         the simpleton lies....
                                the public cries
 for they fear no evil, 
        and see little 
                                of what I know...
they understand little, 
       of what I hold 
                               under my big toe

crap...my beer is warm


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing

But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance

With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me

Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture    

The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart

Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder

Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage

No clue, if ever peace will live 
In the heart of those, once, deceived

What goodness will it give watching… 
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?  
  
Certainly, no one knows, but me 

The secret of a mango tree





Details | ABC | |

The Cries For Help

A hit and run in your side of the hood
You celebrate because the one hit was trashy and no good
But someone at one time loved this lifeless scum
It is a dog eat dog society never sharing the crumbs
No ambulance chasers come around
Nothing here in this castle but thorny crowns
Somewhere out there, paradise must exist
Nobody claims the victim, another Jane Doe on the Morgue's list
Surviving the streets is another dimension
Out in the open there is so much tension
Trying to figure out a way out of this type of life
Not wanting to resort to the barrel or the blade of a knife
The dumpsters sometimes provide the food you need
Five are homeless, so many to feed
Who knows Detroit, Chicago, New York or LA
There are more out there than the Government puts on display
Very few shining moments, piled on by zero glory
This is a tragic all too familiar story
It all falls under a street wise democracy
Behind a Government that feeds on hypocracy
Keep the inflation and poverty at an all time high
It is easy for the President to hit the mute button on financial remote control to 
silence their cries


Details | I do not know? | |

Fleeting Emotions

My friendship is beyond 
The clouds of loneliness.
It's beautifully bright rays
Rarely breaks through them.
When it does, my Gemini emotions
Are uplifted.
Was born on a sunny day,
Yet I experience all this raining pain
Throughout my life...
Times I now spend with friends are fleeting,
But the bonds are everlasting.


Details | Didactic | |

Doughy Nymph

Do not fret, doughy nymph
Your legacy shall not be shame!

While estroclones flash
And spite-serpents slither

Fleeting beauty cast
In fotofox mold

Fades out quickly
Exposing foul substrate…

The hope in your heart
Outshines the sadness

A gift meant to be shared


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The Vagabond Within

The Vagabond Within.

I slip through cracks,
my memories dimming,
as thoughts of yesterday swirl,
down dreary tunnels of decay,
into the chasm that is today.

Waiting, forever waiting,
to belong, yearning to fit in,
taking solace in transient cities,
wearing masked faces,
tailored for fleeting places.

 I stagger each night, lost,
wasting precious breaths,
drawn from a lifetime of sighs,
no consolation from the cruel,
while donning the skin of the fool.

Wrestling unseen demons,
dreading tomorrow as it nears,
ripping away my shallow smile,
withering into a hollow shell,
seeking comfort in everyday hell.

I stumble, I falter,
words slipping off pen onto paper,
fickle doleful murmurs of distaste,
at the gradual emptying of a soul,
needing to shed it all to be whole.

Stray dogs savage each other inside,
a body lathered in deep muck,
soiling my pants, wetting my being,
whistling promises that turn into lies,
the plaintive songs of a clown that cries.

I am momentary, 
a soap bubble on the breeze,
just smoke clearing into thin air,
wasting away in my cocooned lair,
too old to change, too young to care.


Details | Rhyme | |

Young and Old, Children and Adults.

I watch the children as they play
They laugh 
and smile, thinking 
everything is okay
But in there feeble little minds
Hidden behind bright young eyes
They know, to the world there nothing but a child
The world dosen't know
The world dosen't care
There just another face
With a number and a name
Inside, they grow old
Tired and misserable
Sick and cold
Wishing something good would happen
But knowing that it won't
Outside there still young
Knowing nothing of the world
And the evil people it holds
Old replaces the young
Now these children are adults
Frowns and sunken eyes
They never seem to smile
All they seem to do is cry
When money isn't right
When life turns into a job
The only time they smile
Is when they finally die.

End


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Devil's Den

The depravities in his bitter hollowed heart would shake the soul of a many 
valiant men,
 The masked horrors and hidden pleasures entice the rawness that youth brings,
 Beware children can't you see your playing in the devil's den,
 the appearance of a jolly fellow as he dances and he sings, 
then when he has got you trapped like the prey of a vulture 
then that's when you know
 that your new acquaintance is the man below,
 not a moment before he strikes will it be clear he is the villain, 
for in his veins flows blood of ice which cannot compare to the coldest reptilian, 
hands of fire and a breath of brimstone, 
his touch so severe it will remain after you are old and grown,
 Beware children you could playing in the devil's den,
 and for you that could very well mean the end


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Toy Houses

Keeping and making friends
Isn’t easy as it seems,
When you’re in a place
That’s supposed to hold
The best few years of
Your time amidst society.

Everyone’s naturally
Holding their own individuality,
Most people seem so easily
Associating themselves with
Those whom they feel similarly.

In my current time of life
It feels like the simplicity
Of imagining and playing
With fellow children
Is now distantly forgotten
And left behind in our minds.

Yet even back then,
It was like as if I’ve always
Been in my head, 
Thinking all the same, but differently.
Back then, I felt as if
I could be with many
Who appreciate me for being me.

Walking around alone
Isn’t as easy as it seems to feel,
Thinking “If only we could naively
See through the walls that hide what’s real.
Oh the walls we’ve grown into having.”

The concept of socializing
Is not built like different toy houses
With open walls too see into each one.
The basic aspects of adolescence
Have never been easy.

So as a child at heart I am
Isolated, but always quietly wide open.
Waiting for friends 
Who want to befriend me.


Details | Haiku | |

Goodbye 8-29-01

                                                   You see the tears
                                                    Roll down my face
                                                   The time has come.
                                                   You walked away
                                                    I reach for you
                                                    But you say no.
                                                    I turn to leave
                                                    Tears fall from my face.
                                                    You whisper one last time
                                                     Goodbye.


Details | Bio | |

Imperfection (2006)

Full of loose ends and holes
Never reaching every goal
No matter how much we learn and teach
Perfection is a distance goal we can never fully reach 


Details | I do not know? | |

It's Not Safe Here Anymore

We close and lock the windows.
We use dead-bolts on doors.
We sleep with one eye open.
It's not safe here anymore.

What kind of world has this become
when you have to live in fear? 
You have to keep your curtains shut
and they cannot be too sheer.

You smile at the nice young man
who looks like you or me.
But he's not going to tell you
he's on the sex-offenders registry.

You can't go out alone now.
You must always have your phone.
Don't ever let them sense your fear
or hear it in your tone.

We close and lock the windows.
We use dead-bolts on doors.
We sleep with one eye open.
It's not safe here anymore. 


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Freedom's Price

A country weakened by Her leader’s folly
Enabling the evil one to garner support
His false yet boasting beliefs in morality,
Lead a nation to choose unwisely, unknowing.

A weak beginning soon fueled by terror
Fear used as a weapon of control
Her sons and daughters fall down shaking, caring not
Only to hear that terror is reigned

In their doing so, all is forsaken
For the evil one will take from Her soul
Each day our freedoms slipping from us
Yet few cry out to stop the pillage

Her beacon shining from the river
Grows pale from wounds that bleed
For what once stood for freedom
Now deserts those most in need

Cry for all that has been lost
Weep for those who have been harmed
For eight long years his evil triumphs
Her righteous silent as he spins his lies

Those few who see the truth speak out
Hoping to enlighten those that are blind
Risking all to break the fear of silence
As Liberty dies with each stroke of the pen


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Stuff

Stuff your rock stars, your heros, your christs,
your anti-christs and anarchiests.
Stuff your false idols up your arse.
Stuff your regenerative ramblings;
the spiel of a million others
spilt in diluted misunderstanding.
The generic rhetoric of another blank generation.
Born under the yoke of fashion not fascism
we walk a happy middle ground smiling contentedly.

Raised, sightless, in the sickly glow
of TV screens and neon lights.
Suckled by the fast food empires
and the bloodied abattoir's's carcasses.
Supping the milk of human blindness
with the blood of fallen beasts.
Schooled in paranoia and conformity
through magazines and film.
Body over brain! Body over brain!
Don't feed either if you want to fit in
to society or size sixteen jeans.
Passive skeletal expectancies rule over all.

We are over-looked and yet watched over; 
Monitored through cameras and stolen information,
watched on screens by perverts and bigots
watched for signs of difference and dissent:
word gets around and gets arrested.
Incarcerated. Gone inside. Turned inside out.
I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers.
Spayed to the point of mental impotence:
no longer threatening. Hope is dead.

Driven as slaves into factories, offices, banks,
working to gain enough to "buy" what is already ours:
ownership as proof of existence.
I consume therefore I am.
Ownership of possessions and of people.
Taught to repress desire, to plough the rut of our parents.
Mate Spawn and Die.
Breeders laugh in mock pleasure behind picket fences.
There is safety for us all in our collective clichés.

The pursuit of pleasure becomes confused 
through labour and labour saving devices
then drowned in alcohol and soap.
Happiness becomes vague comfort and escape:
Ignorance is bliss and bliss is easy.
Pre-packaged rebellion under state supervision
rattling shackles and throwing toys from prams.
Socilalists singing sweet songs of false hopes
an alternative repressive ownership,
punks so bereft of individuality repeat to infinity
even the intelligent ones just want to be another dick.

All grow old and sick together
having furthered the species and the empire,
return to the organic matter from whence we came
or perhaps ground up and fed to the pork and beef
down at Old (Ronald) McDonald's farm that we all love so much........stuffed


Details | Blank verse | |

The Alchemist

The needle and syringe, all mankind waits to taste the sweet of ecstasy. A way out, an open door, the alchemist sprawls on the dirty floor. His experiment sponsored by greed incorporated, just another delusional form of chloroform. With salty solutions, making him thirstier still, the alchemist dies on humanities floor, waiting for love and nothing more.


Details | Free verse | |

conversation

naming salvation
minus the messiah
contemplate- massage the message

troubled vanity con-
sumes the putrid mass
fallen figures- forgotten faith-
fickle fiber-optic fancies

payment ensures
yuletide forgiveness and crucified lessons
do not question

I pray
               for weakened masses
I plead
               for troubled passage
I demand
               answers

give me the question
I demand the question
ChristIamthequestion

in your name saying

Aman.


Details | I do not know? | |

Embalming the Conscience

Embalming the Conscience

Embalming the conscience,
of a world catatonic with apathy.

Apathy worn on sleeves,
with shimmering cuff-links of brazen indifference.

Shopping, mall-hopping, acquiring.
Squinting at designer tags.

Ah! But the party never ends,
as we giggle and flirt and drink and screw.

While corpses burn,
nailed to the cross.

And while the others scavenge,
for scraps in the dirt.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dissy Devil

Dissociated, alone in the crowd
Always the wallflower
Often ignored, for crying out loud
Quite different from the others..

Dispirited, a constant failure
No luck in trying hard
A pathetic born loser
No reward but always scarred..

Dysfunctional, never in tune
A lot of potential but no improvement
Trying to be optimistic but always doomed
Wanting to do so much but couldn’t..

Dismember, anyone in sight
When in this attack mode!
Sometimes a jaded frame of mind
Just can’t help being paranoid..

Disaster, on my part
When everyone else calls it crisis
Does it really have to be this hard,
When in your mid-twenties?

This must be my plight
So I have come to notice
‘been this long, no end in sight
Is there no cure for this disease?


Details | Free verse | |

Great Father

Great Father in heaven. 
Why give us free will? 
We’ve squandered it 
And suffered for it. 
Why, we have robots 
Around now to control. 
But they live better than 
Us without their free will. 

No dumb squabbles. 
Robots just do their jobs. 
Don’t need to hear the 
Damaging daily gossip 
Or to look out for the 
Important bad news. 
Or start wars just to 
Steal weaker countries 
Natural resources. 
And sometimes even 
The so called 
‘peacemakers’ do these 
things despite claiming 
that they battle against 
the corrupt. 

Why have free will? 
Because now that we’ve 
Experienced it, we’ll 
Never give it up. 

Like the drowning man 
Clutching unto his chest 
Of golden treasure. 
We’d rather die than let 
Such a marvel be removed 
From our hearts and minds. 

Free will: The purpose of 
The human race. 

Free Will: The death of our 
Very own dying race.


Details | Bio | |

Burnt Sugar

Jose does the work that the homeless wouldn’t
Yet they blame him for stealing their opportunities
When they wouldn’t even dream of taking opportunities
When they had millions of chances to

Pancho dreams Big
Bigger than the Rich White Boys with Everything
Because the White Boy already has what Pancho wants
And doesn’t realize how good it is until Pancho has it

Fickle, fickle Man
These people expect us to Work Hard so they can Play Easy
But once we rise up, it’s snapped shut, treasures, equality
They end up taking it all away just to complain about how bad they have it

Why is it that I’m working a crappy job for minimum wage
But Sally gets an internship right away, same grades, same teachers, 
Except I go to a minority dominated intercity school while she lives in the Foothills
But Sally has Pretty Blue Eyes and Long Blonde Hair, "All American Beauty"

Look at my skin, THIS is Beautiful, to me
Golden Yellow Brown Caramel
They call it Burnt Sugar, but I call it Perfect

Asiática Vietnamita Chicana Chica Fresa Señorita
                                                                            Multi-racial Mutt and I don't give a Damn

Dark hair, dark eyes, the darkest kind of electric fury
I’m American too, Damnit
Do you have the audacity to say that color makes a difference?
Discriminate me again, I dare
You! come on, come ON

Keep on pretending like your giving me a chance with Affirmative Action

Well Affirm this

I don't want your pity, or redemption
I want EQUALITY, once and for all
Not a cheap imiation of it

What the Hell are you Afraid of?!
Discriminate against me again
And I’ll show you what being American is all about

Come On, DAMNIT!
I'll bring it  H A R D, with everything I have
                                                                      I want to show racist America what I got


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MENIAL'S HIRE


I do not long for a crown,
Nor for an abode in Heaven,
O omnipotent, omnipresent God!
You are a just employer Lord!

Though you have imposed on me, 
A daunting task,
Only a menial’s hire,
Is all that I ask!! ----

----Only a menial’s hire,
Is all that I ask!! ----


Details | I do not know? | |

Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

The pendulum swings,
while the mania in my head,
strips me bare and yanks me,
into the cauldron of love.

Once again,
never divining the tea leaves,
knowing, always knowing,
the gnawing knots of unease,
that curl into a fist.

My isolation is a shield,
a suit of armour,
tightly clad around my self,
once worn,
then discarded,
taking its place,
on my barren shelf.

Love, mania and verse,
coalesce, beseeching me,
with timeous forewarning,
not to tread into the quicksand,
that slippery bog of promise.

Yet,
in times past,
in moments present,
tis' that very promise,
that I cling to.

At times I lose,
myself in the crowd,
rebelling in the solitude found there,

at times I claw,
my way back to the now,
aching for the pain that stings,

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

scribbled verse that flings,
the toys out of my cot,

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

knowing,
always knowing,
that it shall be,

merely a matter of time,
before the other shoe,
must, as always, 
drop.


Details | I do not know? | |

A kiss from heaven, under the street light

A kiss from heaven, 
under the street light,
lost in ignorance among men in the street life,
cant break free,
for me heaven is a thug lost in the street life,
drugs and violence,
sex and thieves lost in the rush of the streets,
all we ever knew,
for us life was done before we were threw,
it will end were it all began,
walking the endless road,
truth and justice we will never behold,
in life never warm always cold,
endless nights and days never a happy medium,
in a cold way,
look into our eyes there is no soal,
only endless darkness to unbearable to behold,
the cost of eternity to survive,
only one option rob another for there life,
endless swerving in a downward spiral to the end twist and turn,
were will it all end,
to much to handle like Russian roulette lost in a life you will never forget


Details | Free verse | |

Nailed to a Cross

She nailed the floorboards
with the sharp edges,
the remaining shards
of her soul. She was shattered. 
The crystal-meth sucked
her flesh down to bone.
Her breasts were raisins,
her legs tiny pricks,
and yet she walked
the walk, she swayed
her hips to catch the eye
of any man willing to pay.
And at home, each day,
before her necessary work,
she continued to nail
her soul to the floorboards
and pray to a splintered cross.


Details | I do not know? | |

There Used to be a Decoration Day

Oh, there used to be a Decoration Day
Set aside for our Civil War dead,
That later was changed to honor all those gone
That live on in both our hearts and head.

But now it just seems another holiday
When we lay flowers and we grill steaks—
We scarcely note those veterans on parade
Or the ones that died for all our sakes.  

And there used to be an America, too,
That we all knew to be the fairest—
When all our heroes were cowboys and John Wayne,
Not Britney or that Hilton, Paris.

Yes, there used to be an America, true,
When outlaws were stopped at the border—
We stood for truth and the American way—
Knew the meaning of law and order.

Oh, there used to be a Memorial Day
When flags proudly waved red, white and blue—
And we smoked if we liked and all spoke our minds
Without fear of the ACLU. 

Yes, there still is found a Memorial Day,
But our freedoms are now far and few—
We are silent as they are taken away
And next, they will come for me and you.


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On The Inside

When I think about them
My heart aches,
Because on the inside
I am drowning in the tide.
Is it envy or hate that I feel,
Or is it just that I yearn
For them so much.
This all takes me
To the point of colliding feelings.

I am happy that
They have friends of their own...
Yet my self-sacrifice
Doesn't seem worth it
In the end, for myself.
The thought of them hurts me.
Yet I'm not sure
If my heart is
Allowed to feel empty
And this meaningless jealousy.

Is it self-put
Or do I just truly
Desire their company...?
On the inside,
I'm not sure
How this complexity
Resides in me (in my mind).


Details | Rhyme | |

SHEATH YOUR SWORD

Hold your peace
Let the violence cease
Sheath your sword
Draw no more blood!

Let it off with a shrug
Give him a hug
If to Peace you belong
She shall make your days long!


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Feel Blue

Feel blue
How true
I miss you.

Feel blue
Out of hue
I wish you knew.

Feel blue
Much too soon
Away from you.

Feel blue
For too long
Without you.


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Reminisce

I remember when I was verbally bullied,
I would not tell my parents or teacher 
Of what was happening.
I would only take it all in solitary stride,
I remember always feeling 
Both sad and happy in being alone.

I think about it now,
I realize the reasons why I was bullied, why
I was resentful of those who done so to me.
I realize how silly it all was as a whole. 

I notice how it seems to be my fault,
I rejected their offers for friendship.
I still think I was right,
I intuitively knew of their potential two-faced sides.

I have had friends long before then.
I unwillingly moved elsewhere 
(Away from mine friends back then).
I seem to have lost them 
For as long as I shall continue to live.
I eventually had no one 
But [one] older and [some] younger cousins.

I remember when I was my parents' only beloved little one.
I would have everything a child wanted and needed.
I realized my parents often never played with me,
I have come to feel
They were never a good refuge for my feelings anyway.

I see how I've changed from a beloved child 
To now this lonely soul.
I notice how everybody else eventually changes.
I have had good few friends 
In these passing recent years of youth.
I have taken the toll that life has had in place for me.

I reminisce it all now,
I felt so alone, still feel so alone.
I remember my pain, I remember my joys,
I still console myself alone.

I notice how everything is not the same,
I realize the happier days of my past cannot repeat.
I know even if they did then I would face it all again.
I forever now accept it all to be an essential part of me.


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Cry for Help

We were taught earth is blue and green
But soon it might only be a dream
The cool breeze and the blue waters seem to be drying
“Help me”, it feels, the river and seas are crying
Who do we blame for this situation?
Its created by you, me and called “POLLUTION”

No more are the birds chirping
No more are the stars twinkling
No more are the seas calm
No more on our faces we see a charm
It effects us all from water, air and noise
To live with it, is this our only choice?

Friends, before its too late, lets all wake up
Fight it out rather than give up
Lets not litter, lets not scream
Lets plant a tree, and may this not just be a dream
To all our elders, join us fight it without a hesitation
Save the environment and us from the deadly “POLLUTION”


Details | Free verse | |

College Job

Five dollars on average pays
for a McDonnalds value meal.
Costs little in comparison to
other fast food chains.

I think about this as the 
drawer - clunks
open - close and
blue painted chipped 
polished nails scrape
against the plastic. 
Giving a nickel a penny.

Even my mind is 
corporatized here. 
Commercialized brain waves, 
I'm trained.

I smile that cute big smile, 
waitress and bartenders
have it. 
I don't know why without
the chance of tips
I even bother with it, 

You're meal ( if large sized)
pays more than my hour.
Tell this to the people in their 
new SUV's, Isuzus, 
suburban sedans.
Twingy eyed from waiting
during dinner.

Tight lips, pursed prisses, 
mini vans with screaming hoards
A multitude of lined
and organized confusion.

The beeping and ringing go
off again, damn
the collaborated, machinated,
soda.... Ok, I mean Pop 
machine is sticking, cranking,
turning---
EEEEHHH ,EEHHHH , EEHHH

Minimun wage, 
It resonants repeatedly
boiling in grease inside
and out.

Beeping and burns
Smiles and Thank yous.
False family financing, 
no better than Disney, 
damn maybe they are 
already Disney.


Details | Free verse | |

Outcast

Remorseless faces piercing
rain-slick windows for the man
given graces beyond what could.
Artist embraces passion and 
fear embraces stones and the 
town races to ravage his home.


Details | Free verse | |

What is the point?

I see no point in the words that once ment so much. AM I losing my grip. Where 
is the color that use to give my world. It used to be filled with wonder. Words they 
scream at me to get a grip and write them down. What is the point. No longer 
does that seem important. I miss the strength they used to give me. What is the 
point of these meaningless sounds that are most often used to hurt people more 
then not. I am tired of the sticks and wish to throw away the stones that seem to 
be the only words I seem to say. What is the point?


Details | Rhyme | |

To Society's Eyes

Buring eyes of my contempt,
please take notice of my hint,
of your glares I wish exempt,
away from your coloring tint.

Let me forget paying your friendly rent,.
Confine me to my nest.
In societal dues, I'm spent,
leave me to solitary rest.

All your social circles make me weary,
I just bide until my sweet solitary.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Scream 2008

What have you done oh God of my heart
with love of a man you have filled every part
there was peace here once now it is gone
I stand alone though to him I belong
Why is it always the ones that I love
never return that gift from above
Love was supposed to bring us joy
but the one I love I seem to annoy
will I find peace in the dust of death
it seems more desirable than a heart bereft 
for in death is the comfort of peace
wherefore the pangs of life seeks release
no toils , no trouble , six feet below
away from the fates I have come to know
beneath pale moon and her starry sky
to you alone whose tears hear me cry
my heart and its parts were given to you
to what I have learned I have tried to be true
the pyre of desire and I walk in its flame
a prison I cannot seem to its name
conflict and strife abiding here now
in a place that had peace alongside my vow
a crimson tide has washed my soul
the seeds of desire have taken their toll
I think I need freedom if I am to live
but my heart to another it seems you would give
what good can it do him if he cannot see
the depth of the loving dwelling in me
why I ask why have you done this thing
where is the joy you hoped to him bring

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Details | I do not know? | |

The Perennial Exile

The Perennial Exile.

Alone,
a foreign body,
eliciting condescending smiles,

the exile walks on.

Though gracious intentions are spoken,
well-meaning band-aids applied,

the exile walks on.

Alone,
never shaking off the fear,
the cold, damp trepidation,

the exile walks on.

A scab on the body,
ignored as benign,
tolerated by its host,

the exile walks on.

Alone,
knowing the danger,
imminent and grave,

the exile walks on.

Alone, outside,
malleable, acceptable,
truths rarely spoken.

Fit in, shut up, pipe down,
swallow the whispers,
chew on the smirks,

the exile knows its place.

Decades pass,
an accent is adopted,
papers are signed,

still,

the exile walks alone.

Weary now, beaten-down,
by careless kindness,
and stifling generosity,

the perennial exile,

remains.


Details | I do not know? | |

blamed

a life once lived 
you cherish, you give
appreciate all that's in front of you 
till you cloud it with all your angry views
memory 1, memory 2
let's distribute these examples
of reasons not to change your ways
and relate them to all our rainy days
that'll be convincing right. 
now come on lets go start a fight
and say it's all your fault
no one points the finger at me
i'm the one who is carefree
who avoids responsibility at every cost
i'd start another holocaust
against all who are authority
i don't respect you, if you don't respect me
and i'll show you what it really means to be free.


Details | Alliteration | |

Propaganda Machine

A time when money rules
We can only watch
We dream of what we could have been
While just burning the clock

Don’t take life lightly
It’s never too late 
You can have a second chance
Don’t make the mistake 

You have your solid job
That doesn’t what makes you tick
You move through your life
Pretending for the next

But you fake the things 
that really you should mean
It’s cover for this outside world
Just so you don’t have to face them 

You are not forgotten 
You’re not left behind
You have the contents
And you make your move

This life is what you make it
Do you want to leave it alone
Don’t run away from it
That’s a journey we all know 

Take what you have
Throw all else away
There’s hope for all others
No matter what they say

If one could define evil
I think one thing we can agree
Not performing to your potential
Is killing like a mercenary 
 
The world keeps us in front of the tube
Scared of what might happen
How can we view their ads
If we’re always on the move 

The world’s not strong enough
To make these things happen
We don’t have bad luck
It’s the propaganda machine 

Don’t let it keep you down
You don’t have to take it 
This all cause and affect
So be what your meant to be 
 



Details | Couplet | |

Trill

In sick dreams bullets cut-through
tire tough truth like raw meat;

stringy and dripping with blood.
Teeth ripping through organs,

heart, kidneys, liver, making
sausage of our small intestines.

There is no valid temperature
for proclamations of redemption,

no trembling for forgiveness,
announcements of new leaves.

Baptism is spent gun shells, as
the chorus trills to the slaughter.

Everywhere we're allowed to go
little eyes stare like Big Brother

hungry to purify secrets.




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

JUSTICE IN THE WORK PLACE

the Government gives developers and corporations huge tax breaks
but the workers only get poverty wages and public funds they need to take

to earn $8 dollars an hour on which to raise a family
I don't know about you but I think that's an absurdity

we need prevailing wages to be set in the work place
what those companies are trying to pay the workers is a disgrace

Albany get off your rear ends and do the job for which you've been elected
for as sure as you're in that position by the people you can be rejected

you've lost the people's trust and New Yorkers are in an uproar
stop all the filabustering and get some legislation passed into law

Justice in the Work Place  that's one of the reason you were sent to Albany
Justice in the Work Place for the workers and their families


Details | Free verse | |

Die

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Will power...

Crumbles just like a flower.

Left in pain and agony for all to see.

That someone could lack so much care.

It's hard to even take a breath of air.

Will power...

 

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Plaguing my mind with intruding thoughts of death.

Maybe this will be my last breath.

Insanity is the only thing left.

With decades of torture and silence.

The only thing left to do is die!


Details | Free verse | |

Mind Games

Why am I
so antisocial?
With so much to say
and not enough words.
I hold it all in
So close
all my sins
Irreversably convinced
everyone will play
judge and jury
Don't let it out
Don't let them see
what I've done.
Until alone in my bed
I can cry myself to sleep
once again
vicious cycle
Wish I was dead
Voice in my mind says
"wicked thought!
"another sin!"
Great
I just can't win
these mind games..


Details | Free verse | |

The Predator and His Victim

He forced himself in, proud;
And, he’s boasting inside of her;
He couldn’t care less, if this 
Beautiful, angelic face’s screaming to death,
‘Cos of his overweight body covering her,
Making it hard for her to breath,
Till he exploded his, with great contentment;
A valiant man, victorious truly he is;
Then, he takes joy seeing her naked body in pain;
Gasping, she uttered words: “I begged you not to do it;
Now, you’ll feel my anger;
It will slowly turn your happiness in a tearful rage;
Don’t blame me, for I’ve warned you!”
But, he really not minds what she says;
Then, he stormed his exit, thru the dark alley
Like a valiant conquistadors;
Yet, before he could leave, she managed to gather
Her last strength and she said: “I am a HIV positive!”
He stopped and looks back at her. She’s dead. 
Her curse begins…. 



Details | Senryu | |

Soldiers Coming Home

soldiers coming home
unwanted war continues
inside their worn heads


Details | I do not know? | |

Manager

A pearl sneers 
over vanilla stones.

I need tutoring 
for the use of my limbs,
you presume.

Besides, arrogance 
drives the men wild,
and the wind…

A tarnished orb
amongst the rocks.


Details | I do not know? | |

Marionettes

Never forget, your a marionette.
Just a marionette on a string.
Don't dream to try,
To flee or to fly,
For marionettes can't take wing.

The hand that controls you is good it it's play,
For restrained by it's strings you cannot disobey,
So you jump and you dance and run circles for it,
Only able to act as the hand will permit,
Your subservient self, can't do anything else.

Subjugating your life till there's no freedom left,
This hand with it's strings is oppressive at best.
From it's implacable rule you will never find rest.
It conducts you as if you're a string symphony,
In it's delimiting chains you can never be free.

It spins you, and throws you, and makes you recite,
The same verses all day, and then through the night.
What you must say, you must already know.
But on the off chance you don't, here's how it goes:

Never forget, you're a marionette.
Just a marionette on a string.


Details | Free verse | |

What is Freedom

I'll show them what they did to me...

I'll ruin their lives next.

I'll make them SUFFER.

See how they feel.

To be muted.

In this disgusting atmosphere.

The place that we call "school."

 

How awful of a life without freedom.

What is Freedom!?

Does it exist...?

Trapped here in this sickening place.

Everyone likes to call "School."

An atmosphere of over-whelming doom.

Why must I be used as a tool?

 

I hate them.

Feasting for blood.

I want their blood.

That will color my hair.

Blood.

Blood.

It will do the trick.

To feed my agony...

To escape my mind.

My question will be answered.

What is Freedom!?


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Life Long Fool

When I was just young,
I had only time,
Hardly even friends,
No love of myself
It did not matter,

Young and so dumb,
Remembering,
Had no details
Never needed,

Then I changed,
Thinking old,
But still young,

Ageless
So old,

Rash 


Details | Sonnet | |

COMPLETE

          COMPLETE
How sweet the night, my love you came to me
   from out of dreams I'd dreamt within my past.
They weaved the spell and made my life to be
   in need of you, before I breathed my last;

and all my days of feeling less than whole
   were counted in my life of passing years,
though discontent, I guessed a restless soul
   was but the price I pay, with all the tears,

for being borned and being let to stay,
   and little did I guess, or even feel
that all I've been's existing day to day,
   and incomplete, but never really real.

        And how complete you've made my life to be,
        as if you've found the heart and breath of me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Conformism of Society

We’re surrounded in a world of popularity vampires.
Overwhelmed by their petty wants and false needs.
Living in a society designed for perfection propaganda.
Secretly devising a way to beat the odds of change.
Forever trying to pass the heart wrenching days with substance.
Drilled into our very brains that every rampant thought is sin.
Gone are the notions of individuality,
The vanishing ideas of self esteem.
Broken hearts and minds tearing themselves apart to serenades of forced conformism.
Beauty within trashed in regards to ideals of false perfection.


Details | Rhyme | |

Justified

Their actions have their consequences,
Why bother putting up my defenses?
It won’t make me feel better, even if I cried…
But God will keep me justified.

I ignore their jokes and take no action,
Why should I give them the satisfaction?
They may weaken my strength or injure my pride…
But God will keep me justified.

They never show remorse for the things they say,
Why should I take offense to their ignorance anyway?
They don’t know how I feel, so melancholy inside…
But God will keep me justified.

No matter how hard I try to ignore it, I can’t block it out of my mind,
Their cruelty replays itself over in my head, as if it’s on rewind,
They make me want to disappear, I want to run and hide,
But God will keep me justified.

Their taunting only proves that they don’t respect me,
Why should I take it personally when I know it doesn’t reflect me?
Although I want to punish them, I just let it slide…
But God will keep me justified.

They got out of control this time,
And now they have to pay for their crime,
No longer will I let this be…my justice will not be denied…
God will keep me justified

They say they’re sorry…I wonder if they meant it?
It doesn’t matter anyway…they’ll still have to repent it,
One day they’ll have to see the truth and open their eyes wide….
Either way…God kept me justified.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Masquerade

A masquerade
A big parade
A circus made
And telling true

Of just few men
Who jest and then
Will lie again
Again to you

A system fail
A country ail
And don't we pale
To these rich few

Must wager tell?
Let freedom swell
That we might find
Some way anew


Details | Free verse | |

Hucksterized Homogenized Hoopla

Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
Colored logarithmically
And perceived equivocally

Expression mere epitaph

Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts

Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth

- Mark Time -

Hermetically sealed
Peddled for a dime


Details | I do not know? | |

Farewell For A While

Feels limiting living in a small place...
I retrace all my sorrows and joys
In a region I’ve personally proclaimed as my home.
Within my mind is only a dream of another place.
Another desire and wish of mine is to be set free.
I am sorry, but I must leave... My mind shall turn into a fixated set of 
Feelings of missing of my young prayed-for angels
(My baby brother and my little sister).
Farewell for a while, my friends,
For I will go onto a journey (alone or not alone, doesn’t matter).
As I keep this decision (to be true to myself and honest of myself),
I shall be able to continue my very own life with precision.
So farewell and be glad for yourselves, 
Even when everything feels out of your own range,
Please remember how I perceived life through
Changings of thinking and changes of maturing mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mixed Feelings

What causes me grief
Is also what gives me relief...
A bog of tears is what makes me think
It has all disappeared,
My glasses fog because of the mist.

This thing is what causes my woe
Yet it has some truth
That makes me feel so happy...
It does not seem to understand me,
I try to tell what''s bottled up inside
And try to put it under a spell,

Even if I do, I''ll go through such inner pain again & again.
For without it or the other way,
My soul won''t live happily
Or won''t be able to change...

My days will always have colours,
For grey shall be in the night,
Because that is when my thoughts of thou take flight...
Oh it is my hate and love,
It is my grief and happiness,
It is both worthful
And worthless...
I can never decide
Because the pain will always reside.


Details | Free verse | |

without a choice.

looking in the mirror,
emotions weaker than love and fear.
thats what they tell me.
and im staring into aryan eyes,
matching the paint of the walls.
pale cold fresh,
reflecting porcelain white sinks.
i didnt ask to come here,
to be born in a land of snow,
winter a constant state in both season
and mind.
dotted with the fight for freedom.
i didnt ask to come not only to this house,
but to the town, the province, the country.
im not the one to blame,
to spit upon,
to call dirty, ignorant stupid.
i didnt want anything,
just as you didn't.
and here we stand,
torn between two worlds,
on the brink of tearing into more.
no identity,
too many fights.
my hands and eyes weaken,
i can't create anything more.
nothing has been our choice.
but now the decision lies in our hands.


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Love Is Faded

Our love was fated
To be so fleeting,
Yet now it is forever faded.
I want to blame you
For letting it slip
Away from our embraceable arms
And away from our lips' second chance.
Though I do happily prance
Towards you at school,
I am unaware of what harms
You may have gone through.
I was entranced in pain,
But you could not have kept
Hidden our pleasureful shame.
I have hope for us,
Even though we're cool,
I'm secretly hoping
We can someday be the same
As before I blamed you
For both my happiness and loneliness.
You are forever
One of the best.


Details | I do not know? | |

Innocence Lost

An auburn haired child
Hopeful eyes still twinkle brightly
Though devoid of the innocence
This world's heartlessness has stolen
Like a petty criminal does
Only fingerprints where once was value
Mankinds realities revealed too soon
To a young mind and soul
Not yet ready for this ugliness
Where once lived dreams and playfulness
Now resides pain, unrest and worry
Where trust, understanding and love once ruled
Fear, uncertainty, and despair now dominate
So young, much too young
To view our world without blinders
Search inside our hearts for clues
Dig deep into the dark recesses of our minds
Can we find any rhyme or reason
Dare we risk a guess or excuse
To explain our tragic failures to our children? 


Details | Ballad | |

Endless Maze 2-13-05

                                         I’m sitting here on my bed
                                        With so much on my mind
                                        So little I can understand
                                        through the cluttered words and the shattered dreams.
                                        I feel although I’m in an endless maze.
                                       My head is spinning.
                                       The tears fall down on my confused face
                                        and all I can do.


Details | Lanterne | |

T-Ball Madness

.                   T-Ball Madness

.                         Crazed!
                          Parents.
                         Psychosis.
                  Starts with rampant.
                           Taunts!

          © Name Withheld for the Contest
                   February 14, 2010


Details | I do not know? | |

Ms. Jealous Girl 3-1-06

Ms. Jealous girl thinks she's better than me
Why should you be mad at me for the things I can do?
I live my own life and do my own things
Why are you so jealous of my life and such?
Ms. Jealous girl wanted to where I go and who I chat to
It is none of your besswax what I do and don't bother to ask.
I am sick and tired of you telling others that you're jealous of me
And sick of you telling my man things that you made up about me.
Ms. Jealous girl stop asking the girls at work if I'm there or not
Because I had it with you and ever since you left, I don't want you coming around 
starting trouble with me.
I don't want to speak to you or see you at all and leave me al alone.
Ms. Jealous girl, you're not welcome at my home and see my friends there
Because we all don't want to be your friend.
Lies and Lies and I was sick of it, really from you.
You got mad when I went out drinking with friends from work
You got mad at me when my man and I went out or away for a while
You got mad at me when I wasn't scheduled for work and yelled at me
You got at me for things I can do, even cleaning around the house is one thing 
that you never ever did in your carppy life.
Ms Jealous girl, stop calling here at the house, cuz your ex Kevin doesn't want 
you back and not allow to step foot in the house
You call crazy hours of the night just to get a hold of him but he also has a life 
and you get jealuos at him going bar hopping with his buddies and you got mad 
when he goes out with my man.
Ms Jealous girl, if you come to see me at work and start things with me, 
All I can say to you is this,
"You have been totally JEALOUS of me for the things I can do and where I go and 
leave me alone. No one at the house want to hang with you." 
Ms Jealoud girl, you have your own things to do and don't worry what Iam doing 
next week, next month, or next year. I have better things to do.
Ms Jealous Girl, let my pals and I do our own things and don't call my place when 
I go out.
Ms Jealous Girl, everyone is sick of your lies and you gotta stop that or everyone 
around you won't want to be with you.Ms Jealous girl, want to know her name? 
Her name is Tiffany and she is known as the 
Ms.Jealous girl cuz she is STILL JEALOUS OF ME FOR DUMB REASONS AND 
SHE NEEDS TO STOP BEING LIKE THIS TO ME.
Ms Jealous Girl, I have a life and better things to do and screw you!


Details | Sijo | |

It Doth Not Yet Appear

Problems, pressures, pains, hidden hurts and annoyances arise...
Good indicators of abnormalities in normal bodies...
Diseases discovered by the doctor's diagnoses...


Details | I do not know? | |

Given So Much

Given so much to others in my life...
Written sincerities to my friends.
Forgiveness of their mistakes and
For those who once hurt me verbally.
Many times I have generously given
A dollar to those in need of it...

No returning owe to pay, they forget,
Yet I still remain generous and gracious.
I'd give my life for all my friends
If I could and ever have such a chance.
They my friends have not been with me
For as many times as they've been with each other.

My life journey though
Is of self-reliance...
My mind is of sincerity
And generosity.
I give so much...
Even though they rarely do the same,
I continue to this strong
Sense and feeling of loyalty anyway.


Details | Narrative | |

Idiotamic Expression

Alas, looks like some folks are plain lucky
going to the top just on sheer ability to talk
without doing time building up character
through real experience and hard work.

Reliant on gobbledygooks and catchalls,
he runs for office using his special lingo,
though hardly offering a sensible platform,
yet, still confident it all will turn out bingo!

Bereft of workable ideas to offer the nation,
hope is what we need, is all he could say;
there is nothing there but naked ambition, 
a sorry substitute for lack of actual policy.

Aren’t we taken for a ride and so gullible?
falling for the tricks of that messianic fool;
so full of himself the man eyeing election,
living off his idiotamic expression!   


Details | Tetractys | |

Firemen

Firemen

Serve
Bravely
Fighting flames
Risking their lives
Facing dangerous infernos of death.

Families fear as firemen save lives
hellholes raging
destroying
blazing
death.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 17, 2010

Poetic form:  Tetractys

Dedicated to firemen around the world.  But particularly to my son-in-law, Steven Collins, 
who has risked himself and saved others.  I love you for your valor and because of who you 
are.  Love, Mom2.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Long Gaze

Resting my eyes i sat a while
lids locked. muscles sliding to rest
toes & feet washed rough on stony traverse
boil to a constant roll...burning breath in exhausted lungs
tome creaks by & calm trickles
eroding the barren skin
turning the serene oasis

light gently slices away
falling softly piece by piece
to the empty ground beneath my feet

lull to the dead beat stand still
the fast tempo kinetic air inside
pounding life force
choking for a sideways glance unattended



Details | I do not know? | |

Getting Away With Murder

In a visionary second, 
bloody eyes are at pin- point.
A psyche of scratches and bubbles,
in a white noise trance.

A crack and a shimmer
in the mind, the eyes,
from the pistol, 
and wavering with the stars.
The amazing lights, in a vivid flash, 
are gone.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Down

Dive
Down
Deep, now;
Decide for yourself
Do you know
Desperation as I do?

Demons
Drive these
Drugs though my veins

Descending
Daily into Hell;
Damaged intentions to
Dry out,
Defeated by addiction

Damned in every
Dimension of life;
Dealers lurk,
Dangle
Dope and
Dare me...

Do it,
Do it!


Details | Ballad | |

THE CURSE

“Sixteen years! Yer’ sixteen years!” My night was quickly marred,  
Where I stood upon the ballast over at the railway yard.
“Yer’ really ‘jist’ a baby an’ yer’ should be with a nurse,
An’ ‘ere I am out findin’ yer’, addicted to the curse.”

Addicted to the curse he said! I’m just having normal fun.
A generation bred to follow, just what my father’s done.
But he weren't having none of that, his voice was rather terse
“Git ‘ome yer’ pack o’ larrikins, an ‘ere…give me the curse.”

So I handed ‘cross me bottles and he shoved ‘em in his van.
“Don’t let me catch ya’ drinkin’ ‘boyo’s’…drinkin’s fer’ a man,
An’ yer’ bunch o’ whipper-snappers are about t’ cop it worse
When I git t’ tell yer’ ol’ mans’ ‘bout, yer’ tanglin’ with the curse.” 

All that did was make me ‘cagey’ and more careful while I drank.
When I saw his headlights coming, over to the riverbank.
There he’d step out and find me, without a reason for adverse, 
Sitting ‘round the campfire, and with nothing there to curse.

So he left us ‘cagey’ lot to party by the riverbank,
Where love and violence mingled with the quantity I drank.
And where the love grew strongest, the violence soon got worse…
Forgiven in the morning with the blaming of the curse.

Ah yes…that curse is handy, when there is a need for blame;
But then I feel I’m needing more to wipe away me shame.
By ten o’clock I’m on me way to open up me purse, 
For I’m waking in the morning with the trembles from the curse.

So ‘round and ‘round the turning wheel is spinning by me hand.
Back to fight and argue when no one can understand
The need! The need! The awful need, with no way to reverse.
So I keep feeling better but much sicker with the curse.

A curse! A curse! There is no curse the devils talk about,
Who keep fighting with the angels that are prepared to shout
And take away the nagging pain, with no thought to reimburse
This lonely ‘sober hater’ who can’t live without the curse.

What have I got? What have I lost? I’m no longer in between.
My possession is the gutter, for the pleasure I have seen.
Though my predicament was flattered, by a lad I called perverse, 
Who must have been just fourteen years, when handing me the curse. 


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Get to Work

Men at work, bumper to bumper
tensile traffic, thick black bitumen.
Everything seems to last longer 
then that grey granulated concrete

that extends from Bodega, Cali-
fornia to Savannah, Georgia.
Blacktop pot-fill smells like
the solid and searing work of roofers;

hardhat knuckle down workers,
men that stretch skyscraper towers,
or suspend themselves over
the ledge of the Golden Gate Bridge.

If only this endless line of steel
on rubber wheels could steam roll
past the frustrated flashing lights
and pinstriped lattes honking horns.

If only these orange jump suites,
(sloth shaped men on armrest shovels,)
spent less time blathering like this poem,
we’d all be able to get to work. 




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Suppression

No music:
If it's part of you,
It's not allowed.

If you can't hear,
Let it show on your skin.

No shoulders ladies;
Short aren't too short,
But short-shorts are.
Don't you know that by now?

Don't you want to stay still?
Don't hear;
Don't show;
Don't move.

That's cute.

Don't speak!
This isn't social hour.
Stay in your seat.
White board says,
"Do not touch the windows!"
Don't look out;
You'll only be distracted.

Cram your mind into the tiny,
Irrelevant problems on your desk.
Don't look out,
But don't dare close your eyes;
Sleeping is lazy,
But remember,
Don't move.

Poster on the wall:
"Stop Hate Speech Now."
Look at this nice school;
Don't say you hate it.

These are bad students;
How dare they refuse
Our cheapest knowledge?
How dare they
Choose to walk
Their own path?

There's only one drum here.
Stop them!

Let's lock them in this classroom;
Let's call it study hall;
It can be their time-out place.
They're naughty;
Let us take away
All their mind space.
In here,
They will surely regret the choices
They make in our building.

We'll break them down.
Take away the music;
Take away the spirit;
Take away their bodies;
They won't quit;
Make them separate:
Isolation;
Blind their foolish eyes.

Study hall should
Make them good,
Make them do what they should:
Submit.

Super.

God forbid we'd need
A free-thinker
Every great while.
Our resources are running dry.
Good thing they
Can't trust each other.
No collaborations
For this nation.

One generation,
Two...
What did we do?


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Tribes

We think in terms of Us and Other
We run in packs together
Without our walls none calls us Brother
We are This and They are That.

This is where the hate begins
Their gods with ours must disagree
We are Fire  They are Water
They all go blind to what we see.

The infidels are not allowed
To share this world our gods have made
We shall seek them out and slay them
Remove Their root by Holy spade.

The smoke arises from Their dwellings
These evils done appease our rage
Soon They shall come to set the balance
So it goes from age to age.

This is how we nourish murder
This is how we feed on hate
Victims all in endless cycles
Rape and burn; retaliate.


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Let the Cries of the Children Sooth the Night

Let the cries of the children sooth the night,
and whisper the songs of war in your ears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Night falls and darkness sets a scary sight,
Men in green and red stained booths chug their beers.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

Iraqi blood shudders in fear and fright,
They curse Red, White, and Blue as their end nears:
"You-you! You arethe one who killed the light!"

Green fathers look out the windows in flight,
Watch their children cry "daddy, no!" in tears.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

A Christian Republic fighting for "right",
The Devil cheers to where everyone hears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Bush keeps up a big smile with all his might,
While Americans cry, Bin Laden cheers:
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"


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Homeless: It's not a dirty word

One Sunday at church a young lady sat down in the pew in front of me.
She seemed distressed and in despair. 
After the service, I asked her what was wrong, 
but she would not answer and just kept crying. 
A member of the congregation informed me
that she saw her sleeping in the balcony the previous Sunday.
Immediately I knew that she was probably homeless 
and  was too ashamed to talk about It.  
Eventually I called over some of the ministers in the church, 
they got her to talk and then we all laid hands on her and prayed. 
The Deacon in our church who was in charge of missions got her some help.

I have lived in NYC all of my life and I've seen my share of homeless people.
Some choose to live that way, either because of mental defect
or out of rebelliousness.
Yet others had no choice.
A fire left them without a place to live.
A spouse abandoned their family 
and the remaining spouse could no longer bear
the financial burden alone.
A young girl got pregnant and her parents
kicked her out.
A major hike in the rent
and people can no longer afford the monthly burden.
A death, a long term illness, fixed incomes.
There are so many things that can, could 
and may happen to anyone of us 
and we could be homeless tomorrow.
But for the grace of God, there goeth thou.

Homeless is not a dirty word
so don't look down on those
who live in parks, alley ways, subways, 
bus stations or city-owned shelters.

Homeless is not a dirty word
so don't judge others 
until you've walked in their shoes.

Homeless is not a dirty word
there are people in this world 
who do not have friends or family to help them.

Homeless is not a dirty word
It's just a reality.



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They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back

and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl

for they do not see me at all

and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all


Details | I do not know? | |

1-15-10 thoughts in my head

Sometimes I insolate mysef, just to be as alone as i feel. i smile, but if you would 
pause a moment to look into my eyes, you would see, im really crying. i bite my lip 
and look away from you, because im scared you'll see past what i pretend is strength. 
sometimes i sit, and count pills, or stare at the blade i keep in my drawer; my last 
blade, a keep-sake. everyone walks around smileing, but i wonder, how many of 
those smiles are fake? and would it change anything if we just took a moment to care, 
and see. how many of them are the greatest actors in the world? i want to disappear 
before my death comes. i experiance it every year. it is what has me today alone. 
memories can change a person forever. especially when we relive them, day after day. 
there will be three things in our ending; love, pain, and the never ending memories. 
our own guilt will lead us tp a personal hell. the question with no answer is; will we be 
saved?


Details | I do not know? | |

Philosophy On Love

True love is fleeting,
An embrace with meaning
And momentary feelings.
Love is temporarily freeing,
A close conversation
With just simply understanding.
Truth is hard to find/
Like truth, love is painful,
Yet through hurting
We thoroughly grow.
Eternal love is a lie,
I only feel alive thru love
When kissed by
One who is spiritually close.
To always love,
Listen and be there,
Are nothing but hollow promises
And transparent words I see and bear.
Truth be that they 
Turn into argument
And the eventual loss of their presence.
True love is ephemeral,
An emotion of affection.
When love causes reflection
It is when loneliness is at its best
And resentment at its worst.
The truth of who I am
Has been revealed in experience,
Yet with this love existing,
Realizing my philosophy on love,
I know I can rest solemnly,
Even with thoughts of thee.


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In Need Of Therapy

Ulysses Rudolph Roberts
a Federalist by default
laid on the couch
and spilled out his guts
to a women he
envisions to be
the ultimate 
siren of shrinks.
With her hair in a bun
books, glasses
and that half buttoned
blouse thing.
He cried and he shook
over the battles he fought
and how everything
that ever happened
was never his fault.
After all
he would reason
he had built
the best fortress
in all God's Kingdoms
with ultra thick walls
turrets and draws.
The tallest
strongest and soundest
in all worlds.
So what if he had to kill
capture and rape
in order to feed 
the armies he made
he had God's blessings
His sacred grace.
Yet, Ulysses was
still cowering in the arm
of an old red couch
and crying out loud
It's Not My Fault!
as the Doctor scribed
delusional 
pathological 
denial...


Dean Walker


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Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) 

I am just baggage to the world 
Cast away and forgotten 
An entire life 
Waiting for something 

Every so often a random passerby 
We exchange formal soliloquy 
Just talking to ourselves 
Wondering if anyone really hears 

They always keep a lock on my eyes 
To desperate to admit sad truths 
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice 
When just quoting old adages to themselves 

They say 
“Follow the sun, 
For in the light shining upon all 
You will find the way” 

The same response 
Every time runs through my head 
“What of the clouds 
Stealing the light from my eyes 
They always gather around me 
Darkening my life 

“And what of deep night 
Where I sink into despair 
Alone and sinking in a world 
Where no one seems to care” 

They don’t seem to hear my words 
Just keep ranting their securities 
All the while shaking like leaves 
In the harshest of autumn winds 

I wonder if anyone can hear me 
Or if I even hear myself 
Can anyone see me? 
Hidden in this cloak of clouds 

I begin to feel comfortable 
As my worldly self 
Begins to drift away 
Comfortable with no sun 
To burn my skin red 
Or to guide my way 

I’m locked into a perpetual night 
As the oppression of my clouds 
Absorbs the light 
Sun and moon and stars 
And I’m left with nothing 
But four walls 
And a roof 
And a little stool to sit on 

I don’t notice any more random passerby 
Just as they never noticed me 
Just quote my old adages 
Some god created just for me 

“Stay in the clouds 
A safe haven from the pain 
I have no need 
Of ever finding the way 

“The world has spoken its ignorance 
And has finally cast me away 
I’m tired of endless clinging 
And the guilt it brings my way 

“If the life in this world 
Revolves around an endless rhyme 
The sun and moon and stars 
I have better places to spend my time 

“A room of nothing 
No windows or air to breathe 
Just a feeling of numb contentment 
As my soul starts to bleed” 

My conscious mind had made its final pitch 
And it is off to the races 
But I’m moving so slow 
So slow


Details | Couplet | |

Human Dialogues

People in conversations raise frustrations
Some in communications cause tribulations


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled

how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
fall
Fall
Fallen
Angelic hope
None
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?


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Homeland Security

 I am a patriot

and I love my country

and I believe freedom is worth fighting for

but I keep hearing 

about homeland security

It's a long way from home that you're waging this war

why the deception and misinformation

what is this treacherous game that you play

you keep sending our children to that desert forsaken

You won't let common sense stand in your way

There's no room for partisanship in this matter

this sword will cut both the left and the right

You put a little too much on your platter

but the roaches will scatter when we turn on the light

Where is the glory and honor and premise

all I see is the hungry industrial 

with her bombs and her missiles and too often you miss

for each foe that you kill you create ten more

Why the deception and misinformation

what is this treacherous game that you play

foolishly tempting the worlds damnation

with your sword made of iron and your feet made of clay


Details | I do not know? | |

Missing You

When I look back on all those years,
I notice that almost everything has disappeared.
You were my best friend,
And I thought we'd be that way til the end.
But thanks to my stupid mistake,
I'm not sure where I should start again.
I've been having dreams of you,
Wondering if the meanings are true.
That I love you... like a sister,
Most of the time I think of you,
Missing everything old about you.
We used to laugh hard at things,
And be together in the same classroom.
But after seperating so far away,
Our friendship seemed it was never meant to stay...
And my foolish mistake made us far more far away.
I fear that if I come to you,
I'd have to explain the truth,
That I never really wanted to accept you
After you changed.
And before, whenever someone came close to you,
I felt jealous and never wanted a friendship triangle.
I felt so close to you,
You were other things to me besides a soul sister or good friend.
Then I start to wonder if you're fine,?Without me in your life.
Well there's one thing I could say,
Is that I hope that some day,
I come and see you and be friends again.
But I don't know where to begin...
If only I can apologize,
I'm not sure why I stopped being friends...
All I can say is that I miss you...


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Lies Flying

Lies flying
Truth dying
People too
Electrifying

Give me back
My country lost
Play a hymn
To what it cost

Colors gone
And sides were taken
Will this end
In banner shaken

Gray was gray
And blue was blue
No tone between
Nor greater hue

Tell me now
Just who is right
That I might see
An end in sight

North be north
And south just that
Why then be
This greatest spat


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Bullies

I find insults lame,
Verbally (psychologically)
Picking on others isn't my kind of game.

I find sincere questions fake,
Weirdly asked (persistent words).
My hobbies pushed down into heartache.

I find giving into what they say
Never ever (never ever)
Should be the way to put me into fray.

I find their asking to be friends annoying,
So persisting (so much bugging).
I prefer the common interest kind of befriending.

I find others going through hurting
Is something not right (something not fine).
Moving on is better off with them apologizing.


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Why Can't We Be This Way

Why won’t you love me back?
The way I do, the way I want you to?

Why can’t I be with you?
Is it really only me with all these feelings?

Why won’t this love set me free?
Is it really not the way I want it to be?


Details | I do not know? | |

Sustain

We are but solo figures that walk the department stores
Held captive and enchanted by our capitalist laws

I DON'T WANT TO BUY
I DON'T WANT TO BUY

I Cant be the only one who hears the earth cry !
It's buckling and creaking under the strain
We rape, log and mine and repay in acid rain

How long can we survive 
How long can we sustain

The present principle is to keep you thoughts to a minimal
Shop, work, consume and buy more digital
Work six days and forget the kids
They're now educated by a stack of vids 

So are you happy with your life of excess ?
Armed with a swath of cards and the need to impress 
However there is a middle ground you see 
Attainable to both you and me 

No credit card bill no new magic pill
Just your family and some earth to till
Live off the land with your own two hands 
For that is the true way of man.

No desire for the best
And more than the rest
No keeping up with Jones
Which require vast loans 

And leads to mental anguish and pain
So is this your form of bliss
How long can this sustain.


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Murder Reigns

Someone secretly installed a thought inside my brain
Constantly downloading like a river through a drain
Military strategies, the overload is pain
Foreign data overlapping memories drive me insane
"I am not a war machine!"

I don't wanna Fight or to feel hatred for a nation
I don't wanna die or to kill for an education
I don't wanna live, be involved with annihilation
I just wanna cry when I see all the devastation
"Why does murder reign supreme?"

Why do people think they have to conquor other lands
Nuclear explosion only leaves an empty hand
Absolutely nothing can survive in only sand
Change your viscious attitude or you will die a lonely man
"No more war machines!"


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Megaphone

I scream from this megaphone, 
this God-given voice amplifier! 
It is a gift to me, but only works 
in a certain way ... backwards! 
It is clear that my megaphone 
was mis-created just for me. 

I shout words like: "help me!" 
It reverberates within me again. 
The words I incant, echo into me 
like I'm yelling down a canyon - 
to a passage that is within me - 
I hear a cry, but no one else does. 

I am a drum, an empty one, alone. 
I try to call out, but only cry within. 
The reverb attacks my sensibilities, 
and so I scream again in disgust ... 
But I only repulse myself; I'm alone. 
I call though, again, out to you ... 

Alone, I hear my echo'd cry for you.


Details | Haiku | |

The News

Stabs reality
into souls, images
seared like marks on minds.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Turn

I was just sitting here wondering, when will it be my turn
I know it may sound selfish, but how long must my heart yearn
When will I have the good fortune to meet the love of my life
When can I abandon all of the heartache that cuts like a knife?

Filled with love overflowing, I sit anxiously and wait
Waiting for Prince Charming to come in and improve my fate
To ride in and overwhelm me with a love so very strong
A love so wondrous and magical I’ll know it’s where I belong.

Am I just fooling myself by dreaming an impossible dream?
Is true love just a fairy tale that’s never what it seems?
Should I get up and go out and forget about Mr. Right
Or should I just accept any man who can be Mr. Right tonight.

The problem is, that I have standards, morals, and a goal
I want a man I can connect with in our minds, bodies, and soul
I don’t wont to settle, I refuse to be swayed
I will not accept just any man in an effort to get laid.

God please tell me when will it be my turn to be truly happy?
Maybe that sounds mushy, I guess I am kind of sappy
But I just don’t understand, am I asking to much
To want a man who is sensitive and loving with his touch.

Not asking for status just let my position be
Not asking for riches, gold won’t satisfy me
What would I do with money enough to burn
All I want to know is when will it be MY turn.



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Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


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The Gold Pen


Since, the day
My fiancée left, this gold pen 
Was never use, it was her 
Gift, to me 
On my birthday
Yes, I used it many times
Writing her, poetry
Of love
Our happiness
Our dreams
Though, it has a fine Indian ink  
And, it writes well, I have no 
Intention, of using it 
But, I always 
Kept it, in my pocket, everyday
Why?
I don’t even know why
Surely, I know she is now, the 
Sweet darling, of others…
A catchy title, fitting
Only 
For 
My sorrow, every ink drop of 
Her, gold pen
 
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Intruder

Scams, shams,
falsehood,lies
deception, ...nothin' real.
So what's the deal?
So are the ways of man.

We are growing so old
but might I be so bold
as to say our love
is growing cold.
So are the ways of man.

Man's anger simmers
deep within like a pot 
of stew over a hot fire.
Can he contain his ire?
So are the ways of man.

So common now is abuse
men of children on the loose.
Not enough love to stay home
and care for their own.
So are the ways of man.

And how are our children
affected being unaccepted
by their own flesh and blood,
whether white suburbia or in the "hood".
So are the ways of man.

It issues a Grand Canyon
size crater deep in their gut.
They try with every fiber of their
being to be loved and yet are not.
So are the ways of man.

Attention, affection,acceptance,
they simply must find somewhere.
Just someone..... anyone
who will really, truly care.
So are the ways of man.

Pride, arrogance, prejudice,
lust, greed, selfishness,
always seem to get in the way
and have from the very first day.
So are the ways of man.

Satan doesn't have to barge
into our homes like a Roman army.
He's simply given the key to the door.
And he always comes back for more.
So are the ways of man.

But the real "key" is this.
We must kick Satan out the back door.
And allow Jesus to rule our domain
Because He offers us so much more!
And nothing will be the same.
So is the way of God.






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No One Ever Asks Why

No One Ever Asks Why

I look around at the people today
Wondering what happened to happier times
People die from making love
No one ever asks why
Children are shot while they play
No one ever asks why
Our heroes show people how to cheat and lie
No one ever asks why
Teens spend their lives before a lit screen
climbing towers and shooting innocent people
Death has become a game
No one ever asks why
Others have forgotten how to talk
Guns, bullets and knives speak for them
No one ever asks why
Kids learn to hate before they can talk
They listen to their parent's hate
and grow up not questioning.
No one ever asks why
People kill in the name of their God
although they all believe in the same god
No one ever asks why
Young men die on a field miles away
not knowing, and not asking, why
No one ever asks why
Our friends become our enemies
Our enemies become our friends
No one wants to just sit and talk anymore
No one ever asks why.
Why doesn't someone ask?


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Baptism by Colors

The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor did light
Strike and it slept. Hush baby... they will come! Among
Her broken toys and impaled dolls she sleeps like the
Child of time- she is black.

Again, the star shined and the bells tolled and they came- all over her,
They trampled and burnt her sins away. Smoke and soot and hell fire
Rained everyday and she took it all in. Like the voracious petals of the
Venus fly trap, those lips of hers engulfed them and stayed content.
It lay in the night... At least she had the night. She was content. Slowly
The saffrons, the whites and the greens entered her hollow being
Day after day and she did not know where they came from.

Even the one to be delivered that rested inside her grew impatient.
It broke free and she lost. It was buried amidst the fanfare and
Ho hum of those colors. The same colors that devoured her sins
And had her delivered, and now they lie in constant wait for the
Reigns to break so the stake is theirs to burn. The witch must burn.
The Green must burn, the saffron must be severed and the white
blackened they thought.

The witch died, and so did they but not the colors. As the
Child in time sleeps under every roof, so does those black eyes
With glowing fangs, under the bed. Just below the flesh
And the wooden bed, you can hear it breathe and crave blood
And carnage. Every street, every devil's bend, every wall bears
Its name. Yet it hides, kills, plunders and hides. Yet another
Deliverance and another coming against the eclipsed sun.

Tomorrow if a life is born I shall warn and mourn and curse
The deliverance coz the colors will lie in wait under its bed.
Sharp talons and itchy fingers waiting for it to blossom and
Tear it up in pieces. Yes! This is our deliverance... We all shall
Be delivered some day. But, I hope my child of time is colorblind
And comatose- Maybe dead. For then it wont hear the evil crawling
Under its bed, see them on the streets and  feel them inside itself.

That day will be her baptism and maybe she will wake...

© Malyaban Lahiri


Details | I do not know? | |

Lured

Into the shadow, please follow me
Trust me now and you shall see
Nothing will happen, only good
Just come with me into this wood
I promise you, you won’t be scarred
Just relax and drop your guard
If only for a moment or two
(Though I’ll be gone when you’re askew)
Don’t run away, it will be fun
I won’t discard you, I will not shun
I know your touch will set me free
I promise, please, just don’t flee
Curiosity won’t kill you, Cat
Seriously, I just want to chat
Really I’m like dear Robin Hood
I lure you only for common good.
Come now girl, don’t be shy
No harm shall come, I would not lie
You don’t know me? Is that you say?
But, I’ll be your friend in every way
Oh, those aren’t horns upon my brow
I’d never think to disavow
There’ll be no tricks, no slight of hand
I’m a good man, understand?
There’s no red skin beneath this hood
I promise, just follow me, into this wood.


Details | I do not know? | |

A God Called G.P.S.

Isn’t it peculiar that the doctor slaps your bottom
and you scream and holler ‘bout such rude behavior,
then some dude in robes and cloaks
dunks your head and soaks and soaks
‘till you breathe a gulp of water for the savior.

If I’m like the rest, we were wrestled from the breast
and handed hard glass bottles with a teat,
then we’re put into a room
filled with numbers, words and doom
and told to punctuate and write real neat.

From there it’s pretty easy to see what came about.
The TV was presented as the drug of choice and doubt.
But now computers run this world; 
they’ve got things running “right”.
You disagree?  Hear this from me.  
They can see you from a satellite!


Details | I do not know? | |

Who in Hell needs YOU

Backstabbing, melicious acts defy all laws of your friendship

Why are you so persistent to not accept your loss

You are the person who cannot see the true colors of lifes rainbow

I cannot help it if things dont go your way 

you forced them to happen

Stop complaining about every little thing that comes your way

Start changing what you can control and give up what you cannot

Remove your effortless ways to pretend to like yourself

And replace these thoughts with ones of acceptance to be lonely

Remember it is you who did not do things with acts of awareness

And it is you who can go straight to the son of darkness and ask for permission

For you need to beg him to enter his world as you have worn out your welcome 
here

I will no longer tolerate your absense of mind

I will no longer adhere to your lack of repect for humanity

Finally you will take what karma gives you with a smile

For a smile is all you can bare to do after your soul has been removed

Only this time I will be the one laughing while you smile your way to hell


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One Soldiers View

Keening mothers holding children charred

Black or sometimes white

depending on the nature of

or the time spent in the flame

I suppose we're each and every one to blame

Sweet young faces frozen in forever fright

These days I look forward to the night

bless the fading light

when it's easier not to see

and much more comfortable for me

In the daylight I have learned to turn my back

to the ululating ladies dressed in black

Who scream their grief and prayers  for vengeance

to an unseen entity

A God with whom I choose to disagree

Can this cancer known as man

ever learn how not to kill 

will we ever drink our fill

of all the baby blood we spill

For now Our predatory passion won't be still

whether good or evil both

we watch the children burn

And as far as the babies are concerned

If they're not baptized are they going straight to Hell?

There's at least a million who are more than glad to die

Whose vengeance brings them glory from on high

their reward a paradise of sensual delights

Allah Akbar! God is great they cry.

Here we are east and west

Son and daughter Father Mother Sister Brother

Each one knowing it's Gods' will to kill the other

We provoke our God to shame

when we feed the very flame that we should smother.

I guess one bad turn deserves another.

I just heard both of our Gods cry


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The Refugees' Plight

the refugees’ plight…
bringing sufferings with them,
to unknown future


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Stability Of Humanity

The clouds
are tinted red
as the sun sets,
  I watch from
    the shade
      of an old oak tree.
The sky 
looks like after
    a nice savage attack,
stuffing from furniture,
           scattered,
   covered in blood.

My mind 
  has slowed to a crawl,
barely screaming
        in its cell,
leaving me temporary peace,
   hardly being pressured
by the thirst
    for what
      I do so well.

Its hard to believe
that I enjoy
            anything
where the crimson fluid of life
      isn't matting down my hair
and chunks of flesh
    aren't flying about me,
but it doesn't last long
      and as the sun
              dies on the horizon
I feel the pull
     of your unworthy souls
calling me
     to separate them
                 from your bodies,
well I mustn't
         keep them waiting.

I let the shadow swallow me,
traversing the darkness
like a footpad
    on the rooftops
  in a medieval city,
and as Slayer said
I quote
   "In an unforeseen future
    nestled somewhere in time,
    unsuspecting victims,
    no warnings,
          no signs,........
    before you see the light
                   you must die."
And so that
    is the purpose
       for me here,
without dark,
      there can be no light.
So between
   showing evil
             to society
and doing my part
     in population control
I'm quite a busy fellow,
   doing my best
       to make humans
                 grow as a whole,
if I get
   to release
        the vileness
that builds up
          within me
like a volcano
   spewing
       blood
and chunks of flesh
into the air,
   staining the sky
       a dark brick color
so be it,
     it doesn't 
          hurt everybody
and wasn't it said
   "The sacrifice of a few
               benefits the masses."


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Naderia

A hot and bitter mate'
sipped on evenings when
              thoughts run away with themselves
              while trying to put together a puzzle
which is an existentialist's dream;
a puzzle in which all the pieces fit
              together perfectly but in the end
              reveals absolutely nothing


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Prince of the Night

Upside down and by his feet
He watches all through his black eyes.
He likes to lay on beds of soft
We hold our breath all underneath
And know that breath means to die.

He holds control on our minds
He’d be friends with queen were 
It not for the dark.
The smoothness of it is regal
It’s melody, it finds our ears

But toil with our eyes shut
We go without prevail
And know if we should breathe
The nothingness’d  be sure to care.
All to do is close our eyes

Hold our breath and shut our ears
And ignore the trickling down our necks.
We feel it not, but know it’s there
Shriveled before the night of tomorrow
It’s the bite of the prince of the air.


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Conflict of the Heart

Conflict of the Heart
                    By Dane Smith-Johnsen

From whence comes constant conflict, from within?
You and I would never call love a sin.
Prayers prayed; what shall be our destination? 
I felt it, the Spirit’s confirmation.
The message, loud and clear; marry Ingrid.
Safe, comfortable in your arms, my heart hid.
Marriage license bought and commitments made.
Dreams about the future carefully stayed.
Trust given, and with no reservation.
Joy grew beyond one’s imagination.
There, with you, fears of the world subsided.
Peacefulness within my soul abided.
God’s loving gift had been in my heart laid.
The gratitude felt couldn’t be repaid.
Yes, I do remember that God is kind. 
Yet, life’s eternal mate was hard to find.
Love, twisted in a vine, finally found.
The fragrant fruit burst forth; free love unbound.
Adoration, a present deep within,
Fulfilled empty places could be no sin.
Exuberating hopes burst forth each day.
Dreams engulf all reason; some say we’re gay.
There, before me in splendour you stand tall.
Love for you, hermaphrodite, shall not fall.
Despite the glaring stare that some folks give
Together, we’ll press forward, just to live.
Please look upon the good, withhold your darts.
And pray, dear friend, that hatred soon departs.
Judgement assumes its toll upon the soul.
Subsided inner conflict is love’s gold.
We’ll ask God to lift conflict from within
To help us gain respect from thoughtless men.
So let the peace begin with open hearts.
For that is where pure love taught by Christ starts.
                  
            AMEN
  

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
   December 27, 2006

Poetic form: Lyrical-Couplets

Hermaphrodites have a complex genetic make up.  My Ingrid is the father of a beautiful 
daughter.


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When The Ship Comes Sailing By

the seabirds all fly out of sight,
afraid of the coming of the night?
blue waters rise like mountain high,
restless like thunder in the sky.

the wind comes like a restless ghost,
screaming women, the old and the lost,
and while the devil roars with laughter
the young boy curses his old mother -

that's when the ship comes sailing by,
that's when the ship begins to cry.

the sad singer sings his soft lullaby
while tears are falling from his eyes;
as the old man wails in his deathbed,
his son is making love to the maid.

the flood is rising, the storm is raging,
the breeze is whizzing, bells are tolling,
folks are weeping 'cause death is coming,
snakes are hissing, dams are bursting -

that's when the ship comes sailing by,
that's when the ship begins to cry.

the fools are wise, the wise are fools,
shattered dreams like mud in a pool,
societal gods so mighty and strong,
crazy people they parade in throng.

senseless words from a dirty mouth,
crazy thoughts flowing in and out,
crying sea of roaring high tide,
hate shows with no place to hide -

that's when the ship comes sailing by,
that's when the ship begins to cry.

thoughts don't show, words don't kill,
yet many have vanished to the hill;
though wealth flowed out unseen,
it left a trace where it once has been.

curse me now before your time is up,
raise your head and hold your cup;
the wind of change is coming fast,
your cruel reign just could not last;
be prepared to spare your soul
when I come running to your hall -

that's when the ship comes sailing by,
that's when the ship begins to cry.


  


Details | Carpe Diem | |

the streets are getting darker

shootings are on the up rise
and multiple killings are the latest fad
the streets are getting darker 
and the world has gone completely mad
total anarchy, assassinations, murder and mayhem
the streets are getting darker
but when will it all end?

pornography, immorality, pedophilia and illegal drugs
the streets are getting darker and creeping with rapists, gang bangers and thugs
homelessness, hunger, unemployment plus an incurable disease
diminishing natural resources, global warming 
while the political leaders do as they please
genocide, homicide, domestic abuse and sexual predators on the Internet
hurricanes, tornadoes and wildfires yet mankind keeps hedging its bet
but there is still a glimmer of hope, a slice of salvation
for the light of the Lord continues to shine down upon the world's desolation
yet when people ask,"why does God allow bad things
to happen to those who are good?"
I can only reply, "that Godliness is not on the mind of the thugs and the hoods"
for God gave mankind free will and dominion over this earth
so if men want  to blame anyone they need to look at themselves first

Jesus Christ, The Son of Man is our Savior, our Truth and our Light
His coming was to give us reconciliation and instructions on how to live right
yet the streets are still getting darker and thus they will continue to remain
until everyone seeks the Good News and try to bring about some change
to love each other as God desires, to show compassion and care
to look up to our Creator and realize that He's always been there

the streets are getting darker with chaos and confusion
but the Light of the Lord God remains the only viable solution
so until mankind comes to some kind of moral and spiritual understanding
the streets will get darker until we abide by what the Lord God is commanding


Details | I do not know? | |

Racism

Why are people like that?,
They discriminate against others,
They treat people like trash,
Just because they're not the same color,
They say stupid stuff like they don't care,
They like it most when the person is aware,
They enjoy making someone experience pain,
Even if the person is just plain,
They don't care if they hurt your feelings,
Even if the pain or words make you cry,
They enjoy you being defeated,
They think they are better but they're not,
We all are equal in my eyes,
May not be the same color, culture, or race,
We all were made by the same person,
He made us all unique in a way,
Don't you think he would say it was wrong,
That we should be together and not far apart,
We should try our best to make the hatred go away,
Because if we don't it will be here to stay


Details | Free verse | |

Night Sounds / Night Thoughts

Endless train whistles,
At the limits of one's hearing,
Never farther away,
Seemingly never, ever nearing...

Sirens shrill screech,
At times of their own choosing,
The pulse of mountain winds,
Never gaining, never losing,

Honking winged geese,
A satire of city cabs?,
In cloud bound nature's streets,
Small planes coming and going,
In a parade of me wondering,
but, never knowing,
Where they might have come from,
And where they now are going...

Abandoned homes,
Abandoned dreams,
Stars sparkle in a
mockery of fate,
Who was the last to leave that home?
And what might have been the date?

Will bears soon be wandering
down city streets,
Perhaps shopping for a new coat?
Wild dogs in packs attacking anything?
The bray of feeding goats?

My silent snores go unappreciated now,
There's no one to say "Good Night",
The body aches, my will it strains,
I have no one to share my pains...

Empty pockets stress my hope,
It takes all my will to cope,
Where has everybody gone to?
Has everyone gone to the moon?
I await my turn to join them,
I pray it will be coming soon...

Or am I left here to guard the past?
For me to be the very last?
To witness what the fates have cast?
To experience decay first hand,
Through the hour glass's ebbing sand,
How pointless time does then stand,
Not like a full head of hair..
But a single, lone strand?

Me, the lone keeper of times no more,
As giant machines still hum busily,
No one now to know their purposes,
now or then for sure....

And now you must go too...
I wonder, I wonder,
What I will do?
Alone, books and ink,
My sole companions till
my ship does finally sink?
I eye the rifle in the corner...
Maybe the rules God will bend...
If I use it as my ticket to tranquility,
For, at least, my pain to end?

Yes, at its worst,
No more pain...
Sure it is forbidden,
But reasons to live seem to drain...
No one to say Goodnight to,
No one to say Good Morn...
No one to hear me question...
Why I was ever born...

To those who complain of pressures,
Of work, of family....
Could sit in my chair,
eyes opened...
And see what I can see...
I'd work 24 hours a day,
7 days a week,
And enjoy every responsibility,
To care for friends and family...
& work 60 hours a week,
& feel the difference,
Paycheck but a bonus,
And, see
& gain a new point of reference,
And from that very day,
You'll see the value of your life,
In a very, very, new way.





Details | I do not know? | |

PROZAC

Zac you are a pro
When it comes to feeling
Nothing,
 you take me to a place
Without sensation.
To numb the pain you take
Both dark and light,
I have become
A shadow of last springs flower,
I have become
An arid vessel with nothing to carry.
Zac you are a pro
At seeing things a different way;
But I like the color
And the twisted shapes,
I like the tears and how they taste,
I like that there is still something within
That beats.
You are a pro Zac at what you do,
But I like my tuneful sadness
And my strange ways,
I no longer wish for the emptiness you offer
But crave some kind of life instead.
You are a bitter pill 
That I can no longer stomach


Details | Free verse | |

MARTYER

Martyer 
Martyer 
His main idea was not survival unless you count the spirit at the end of life. The 
hatred in his heart for the people cheering and jeering left him in just one 
moment of his time. A heart given to the LORD will never die but is beating now 
inside the body of the christian. 
The man was name of mud or even fence his name is not important but just for 
this one poem call him JIM. Jim went to the ARENA against his own will and torn 
inside to try to survive and live. The end of time comes to some in the form of real 
life death. The crowd was silent as the MAN strode to the LION and slapped him 
twice so hard the lion felt it. 
The man was soon destroyed by the LION just reacting just a thing created to be 
smiting 
anything and anyone that bothers it. This man JIM was soon a thing of many 
pieces laying there. This is called martyr when a MAN gives of himself to his own 
LORD the life given unto him is now returned. This is very hard to do and seems 
so odd and yet the way to Heaven is not easy for most men and the Lion would 
not eat the man for food it seemed to sense that the party was now over. The 
Emperor was Constantine he loved the sport and watched it endlessly not no he 
did not like the persecutions but even this Constantine was unable to save the 
life of JIM the martyr the christian the friend of JESUS . ROME continued in its fall 
and fell from Grace but thanks be unto Constantine for making it a better place. 


When Diocletian and Maximian announced their retirement in 305, the problem 
posed by the Christians was unresolved and the persecution in progress. Upon 
coming to power Constantine unilaterally ended all persecution in his territories, 
even providing for restitution. His personal devotions, however, he offered first to 
Mars and then increasingly to Apollo, reverenced as Sol Invictus. 



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Pretty Picture

What a pretty picture I have
for all the world to see.
It’s painted black and blue
and the gray part, that’s me.

Every color that is chosen
blend well with one another
and when I get upset
red overrides the others.

No one sees the real me
No one knows me for myself.
When I come to them for help
they put the problem on a shelf.

The people that I hurt,
the people I push away,
the ones I put my trust in
are the ones that betray.

I feel there is no help
for my family or for me
to save us from this selfish world
of greed and misery.

On the chance I have a good day
when things seem happy and full of light
they next day becomes too loud
and the light way too bright.

When can I stop feeling this way?
When can I just be normal?
When can my like go like the rest
with ‘business as usual’?

The things I say, the things I do
are NOT sugar coated.
The hurtful words used against me
are totally misquoted.

So the picture painted is not truly me
but a figment of my imagination,
to make you believe I live just like you
and not in the world of damnation.


Details | I do not know? | |

mexico hurt my soul

strip club in mexico
i went there today
didn't have a drink
or time to think
my heart
it just
wouldn't get past
the fast fickle lust
it would not let me think
thought i might bust
and break into
a teary sobbing lake
at that time

i feel regret
i let
my friend pay a girl
to go out back
and give herself away
twenty dollars was all she was
worth to him
maybe i can just buy new friends
the ones i have right now
drive me to want to
be much better than 
they are
complaining forever
again and again and again
about the little luxuries they
live without
while we weld a fence of steel
to keep these desperate
imigrants out
of our country
land of the free 
home of the brave
home of slaves
to greed 
false sense of need
uncaring and selfish

well i won't reserve
this love
for a dollar sign
they don't deserve 
if they have to pay
for a body like mine
i'm not that way anymore
not that kind
of way and 
nothing and no one
for

mexico
i went there today
was a standing witness
to true blue desperate
and quiet 
fake bliss
will i go there again
don't think i will
just build this fence
and go home
back to south dakota
because i just want to be done
the us army isn't always
much fun
mexico isn't what it's cracked up to be
but sometimes
neither is the land of the brave
and the home of the free


Details | Rhyme | |

Public Privacy

My life is on a microchip
and everything I do,
is stored in a computer
for someone else to view,
my privacy's restricted
my secrets are revealed,
in fact there isn't very much
that I can keep concealed,
how can this be security
when anyone can see,
who and what you are, by pressing
one computer key,
but if you want to leave the country
as some people do,
the first thing that they want to know
is, can you prove you're you.


Details | I do not know? | |

God is naked every day

God is naked 
every day.
Clothes are just 
The shame that we wear.
God is naked every day.
Clothes are just
The shame that we've made.
Simplify this need for "life".
I'll simplify my need for "wife".
I did not eat an apple or seed.
This birthright shame I do not need.
If you blame us all, this human race,
You change your love to a racist face.
Your creation skills were not the best
But you turn around and blame a breast.

It's ok God.
You made us imperfect.
Cause nobody's perfect.


Details | I do not know? | |

A pity

You’ve seen it before
Never spoke of
The hapless Individual
Helpless in principle
Mercy, out of sale
Withered broke frail
Teenage angst
Hand me down hate
Weaken by the irate
A sitting bomb
Counts and waits
One last push
To the point to agitate
And detonate
An unjust fate
Could have saved 
Should have stayed
Didn’t manage a role
Hunting pack cruel
Achieved enlightenment
Silent excitement


Details | I do not know? | |

Please Trust Me

Nothing else
But secrets between all
Of who we are...

Thy dreams of a different love
Found within the envisions of
Betrayal, and dream of I and
A proclaimation of sending someone to their maker.

Seemingly unwilling,
To give me thy trust...
Never have I spoken
Of secrets that had
Once left you broken,
Only those relevant enough
Are whom I white-lyingly tell,
Yet not all secrets are
Ever revealed...

Trust me, otherwise
My mind shall not stop
Aching and echoing of the lies
Which once separated me
And my feelings away
From you...


Details | Quatrain | |

A stranger place

I'm just a stranger here
the neighbors smiling at me from ear to ear
I've been gone for far too long
even though it's only the first year

There are sparrows walking this ground
a scarecrow stand forgotten and on the porch a dead coon hound
This is a nexus, a rip in my common space
I'm standing amidst this crowd but I'm no where to be found

And raindrops are falling beneath my feet
A mother losing her way hangs up her bedroom sheet
I want to run away from this melancholy shame
but there are so many faces here forcing us to meet

The sharper the knife the duller the man
My daddy had once said this but how was I to understand
that a man aint just a body walking around a town
and that if a life he takes then he's to be judged by the land

There is blood on the highway, yet no body to be seen
all these empty ghosts here must make it Halloween
but I'm just another puppet opening up a closet
just to see the backyard to find out what it might mean


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Politically Correct

I've mentioned the absurdity
We deal with everyday,
If Vince or DJoePappa were president
It wouldn't be that way...

Things might start to make sense,
They sure as hell don't now,
And if I were to witness such,
I swear than then I'd vow...
To vote for them every time
In hopes that sense they'd bring,
And turn this nonsensical nightmare,
Into something to make the bells
once more to ring.


Details | Free verse | |

Talk About Me

People talk
Talk about me
They talk about you too
But I don't let what they say get to me
They say I should be with them
They only wish I was like them
So go ahead and say what you wish
I'm not you
Talk about me
Act like I'm not there
Say "She's not good enough"
I'm sorry I can't be prefect
Even if I was
You would still not be happy
Talk about me
Judge me
Point at me
Say "She's crazy"
I don't care
You're not me
So go ahead and talk


Details | Ballad | |

Depression 10-9-03

                                            It began as a sadness
                                            A longing for something
                                            A something I couldn’t find
                                           It grows into a darkness
                                           A piercing darkness
                                           That slowly took over my mind


Details | Free verse | |

Halloween Party?

I don't know where we all live, but if concievable, how about a Hallowen dress up
Party?  Kids, spouses, maybe s even music.  Maybe a prize for best constume. 
And some of my "schtick!"  Let me know



Details | Epic | |

He'll Put a Spell on You Part 1

when I was young I remember hearing this song
and there was something about the words I felt were inherently wrong
"I'll put a spell on you, I can't stand the things you do
I don't care if you don't want me, I can't stand you because you're mine"

there are entities in life trying to captivate our minds and manipulate our emotions
wanting to govern our actions with subliminal messages and magic potions
yet when Phillip a deacon and devoted disciple of Jesus Christ
came to tell the Samarians about how to lead a Christian life
he met a village magician, a master of trickery
a false prophet, a charlatan with a degree in sorcery
who had the village people afraid, living in abject fear
with the threat to put a spell on anyone, any time, any where
he positioned himself into a superior role of protection
presenting himself as the one to give approval or rejection
an expert in enchantment, his name was Simon the Great
and when he comes into your neighborhood it's probably too late

he comes with guns and gangs, pushing needles and drugs
he brings all kinds of illegal activities and your garden variety thugs
he stands on every corner displaying his illusions
a snake oil salesman offering dreams of delusion
he preys on the vulnerable, the weak and the young
flashing his bling-bling and his slimy forked tongue
there's a Simon in every village, town and neighborhood
and there's nothing in him that about being good
so what is a village to do? when Simon has threaten to put a spell on you



Details | I do not know? | |

Life Is lies

Santa Clause
Tooth Fairy 
Easter Bunny
The Boogy Man 
Their all lies
Lies are what life is made of 
People lie cause the truth is scary
But the truth is the key to happiness
The lies are just ways to get around the truth
The truth will eventually come out 
So no matter the time, situation, person, or place
just say the truth so you’ll feel better


Details | Free verse | |

Pictionary Visions

It's a game with shapes to describe words that we all play.
But verbs that shall serve as verses is what we'd like to say.

They can't hold us down.
They can't hold us back.

Every time we shall rise.
Every time we shall have another smirk on our face.
Every time we will continue to move on.

There will be no quit.
There shall be no surrender.
You will not be a witness to my demise.
You will be surprised by the ambition that I embody.

There will be plenty tears for the many years,
that I did not accomplish that which I intended to.
There will be many bruises on many body parts,
in particular my heart that has turned from red to a darker hue.

The many days I'll over work body, mind and soul to fill up my glass.
The many nights that sleep was sacrificed for a goal that some say is out of my grasp.

With my head held high, with my tears dried, I shall clench a fist for all to see.

We didn't stop when they told us to.
They didn't dry our tears when we needed them to.

They couldn't hold us down.
They couldn't hold us back.

Every time we rose.
Every time we had another smirk on our faces.
Every time we continued to move on.

With teary eyes I’ll live long enough to see my vision.
Thanks to the precision of my decisions to fill in all the gaps,
I’ll embody it all, as our actions play Pictionary,
maybe then they'll understand our...ambition... through these Pictionary Visions


Details | I do not know? | |

Someone Of Significance

You came into my life
As someone with a bit of everything
I ever wanted and needed.

You sat next to me
And I wasn’t too sure what to think,
All I knew was that I had to open up a little to you.

You approached me sincerely, randomly:
Which is the way I prefer people
To befriend me if they so choose to do.

You became someone of significance,
Something about you felt like a reminder
Of what a side of me is like exactly.

You listened to me,
I knew you were willing to,
Even when you were looking at a screen.

You were in my life
As someone who is understanding,
We were close in a vague sense.

You assured me that you know the feeling,
That you can save me and 
With you I’ll never have to feel alone again.

You became someone I consider a true friend,
Something about you felt like a reminder
Of the maturity grown from loneliness.

You were there to be my friend, 
As someone who can try to change my life,
Truly you have influenced and infatuated me.

You embraced who I was, for who I am,
But my bad feelings were foolish,
Causing the consequence of seeing why I swiftly lose.

You are a mix of good karma rewarded to me,
I was given what I wanted to experience,
You were so close to being something so much more for me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Faithless

I don’t believe in you anymore
your lies and deceptions
had me cornered
for a time
you were my lover
a liar
a cheater
my prison

You started out so large
larger than life
whispered
in my head
you were my god
a freak
a fake
my foe

It’s not as if you were some
precious, pure dream
free of fault
rescuing me
you were my downfall
a mate
a gift
my vision


Details | I do not know? | |

REMINISCE

Walking near the old schoolyard
these ears can hear a child's laughter HARD
Voices of my friends  YESTERDAY
Our world was young as we continued to play
Semesters,
to the study hall and BASKETBALL in the gym
The LUNCH ROOM where the pizza was served
and after that..CHOCOLATE COOKIES for desert
1:00 and RECESS fun
quarter of two and our day is almost done
FRIENDS to go home with
SLEEPOVERS for the night

I still recollect,
about the joy we found that night
innocence then,
never became that way again

I never became the jock or funny clown
when puberty hit
JUNIOR HIGH put me down
To accept the good as well the taunting
I GO BACK NOW,to the faces that are HAUNTING

That was then,my friend..
AND THIS IS NOW at 36 and counting!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Outcast

Unfriendly hands
thrusting...pushing me
out the door
of "a perfect world".
Rejected.
"You should be with your own kind".
"You have no place here".
"WE DO NOT WANT CRIPPLES".
Cripple.
A label given by people living in a sterile world.
They cannot let us mar
their snow white creation.
So conveniently they forget-
(shut away, we cannot bother them).
My soul cries to be released but
I am silent.
For I know 
it would do no good.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Curse of Caffeine

Thoughts racing like a freight train;
Unaware of the destination;
Course through me

I attempt to catch them without a net-
                                                        Unsuccessfully;
Can't focus or sleep is the price I must pay for
                                                         Drinking caffeine-
                                                                                Too late in the day!


Details | Lyric | |

Social Anointing

(chorus)
All life seems so 
dissapointing.
All you do 
is social anointing.
All life seems so
unfulfilling.
All you do
is social killing.

The generations
And the future 
Are in your hands
Taking you further
Than you've ever been
You're in so much demand
Taking every child 
Woman and man
Seeking unsought fortune
And your unneeded 
portion

(chorus)
All life seems so 
dissapointing
All you do 
is social anointing
All life seems so 
unfulfilling
All you do 
is social killing

The future
of our unwritten tradition
The change 
of all in our nation
Taking the hope 
of all who have none
Making life hard to cope
with for the small ones.
This is not you, this is not me.
This is our world.
This is what its gonna be.

(chorus)
All life seems so 
dissapointing
All you do 
is social anointing
All life seems so
unfulfilling
All you do 
is social killing

(bridge)
Evolution is so
Hard to find
Evolution is so
Unruly and off time
And its too late
When you find
The apples in your orchards
Are limes
And the good deeds you've done 
Are convicted crimes

(chorus)
All life seems so
dissapointing
All you do
is social killing
All life seems so
unfulfilling
All you do 
is social killing

Tame your spirit
Tame your mind
Tame your feelings
Take a hold of time
Before its pushes you by
Remember me
And remember why
You've stayed with me
Don't forget our time.


Details | I do not know? | |

Troopers

I feel happy for the first time in...
...I can't remember when
Of course this feeling was reached with drugs
But it was a good night...
...with drugs
I know this happiness is just an illusion put in front of me by the X
But it's better than having to deal with your problems 24 hours a day
It's really just a break,
a release for your worries
Sure, tomorrow I'll wake up feeling like hell
and having my problems fall right back into my lap
But for those few hours
I was invincible...
...like a child feeling the rain for the first time.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Justice or Just Us?

when we go to jail we get a legal aid lawyer
who  tells us to take a plea even when we are innocent.
when we go looking for a job, we're told nothing is available.
and when we do get a job, the non-black person that does the same job
gets a higher salary, even though we have more education and more experience 
and when we have a college degree, they tell us we are over-qualified
Is It Justice or Just Us?

young black men stopped and searched 
because they VAGUELY fit the description of a suspect.
black men pulled over while driving because the have TOO NICE a car
young black girls stopped and ID'd because they happen to be walking 5 blocks 
away from a known prostitution area.
yet when those same black girls are raped or killed
their situations doesn't even rate page 3 in the newspapers
but a non-black person gets the front page headline 
Is It Justice or Just Us?

supermarkets and grocery stores in our neighborhood
with old meat, rotting fruit and out-dated milk
power plants and bus terminals near our homes
the highest rate of asthma in the nation among our children.
hospitals closing in our neighborhoods
low standard and non-existing medical care available.
and when we enter an upscale store, we are profiled and followed around
yet in the meantime, the non-black person wearing
a fur coat is robbing them blind 
Is It Justice or Just Us?

If we hold a publicly elected position they will diligently keep looking for a scandal
or will create one, searching around in our past
for anything that they can use and then present It
In the worst possible way in order to discredit us.
why Is It that whenever non-black kids steal a car It's JOYRIDING
but with black kids It's GRAND THEFT AUTO. 
why Is It that when non-blacks have drug possession charges
It's for recreational use, they pay a fine, go to rehab and get 5 years probation.
yet if a black kid has a drug possession charge
he'll get 8-15 years in a federal penitentiary.
Is It Justice or Just Us?

judge us not by the color of our skin
judge us not by any preconceived prejudices 
you've inherited or have been taught
judge us not on the whole by the actions of one
If you must
judge  us on the content of our character
If you must
judge us on the accomplishments of our education and skills
If you must
judge us individually and not collectively
even though It Is not your right to judge us
for that alone Is for God to do
We Just Want Justice Not Just Us


Details | Free verse | |

The Undisputed Champ

       Introducing the undisputed champ - "The Fallen Star!"/ I'm aware people stare at the 
extremely bizarre./ I'm that "beep, beep" on your hearts radar./  This pen is metaphorically 
my scimitar!/ Poetry Soup says I'm cursed,/ because of the content in my verse;/ but I feel 
as if I'll burst,/ and it will only get worse,/ If I don't relieve this stress!/ So allow me to 
express/ what's on my chest/ before I become possessed!
       I will start clawing and fighting!/ If I don't here you say: "You make this site so much 
more exciting!"/ So what if I don't play nice,/ but I bring that Latino spice!/ You damn right 
I'm a sexy S.O.B.!? And I don't give a flip if you don't like my poetry!/ Who are you to judge 
me?/ You wanna hear an apology?/ For being comfortable and expressing my sexuality?/
       Look I'm 32,/ and that's the difference between me and you./ I've never felt more 
alive!? Don't get upset with me because you're 65!/ I know you wish I would just disappear,/ 
because I live in today and not the day of Shakespeare!/ Don't no one read his work no 
more! / Yes I bring a poetic war./ Blowing up verses like C4!/ My sentences are sharp like a 
carnivore!/
       I don't like fake individuals no way./ Why should I listen to what a hypocrit has to say?/ 
Someone told me to just leave it alone./ So those without sin casts the first stone!/ - I didn't 
think so!/ I hope your house gets blown away by a tornado!/ Sometimes my heart grows 
cold like an  Eskimo,/ and other times dark like Edgar Allen Poe!/
       Look before you start pointing fingers at me,/ and condemn my poetry./ Take a look 
see that others have wrote erotica too./ I can name a few./ And nothing I write is taboo!/ 
You just probably stay away because you have bird flu!/ So I can care less if you're my 
friend./ I'm just out to set a new trend!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

After

After the shatterings, the fires.
After the fires, the darkness,
And with the darkness, the heartless cold.
After the dark and the cold
Had confirmed their dominion of the world,
Their ministers, Fear and Silence
Made their home among the remnants.

After communication was rejected
And the art of diplomacy lost,
After tolerance got dropped by the wayside
And predjudice battened fat on the tasteless fruits of ignorance,
We cast aside the desire for progress
Choosing instead to believe in shadows we built of nothing
Firmly set in one another's minds
Until at last the day came when we said,
"Let us purge the world of anyone who claims it.
Let us see they inherit the dust."

We assured one another of destruction,
Founding security on a glass sheet of terror
That shuddered beneath us
And weighted our illusion of safety
With load on load of suspicion.

No voice rose in protest, though the danger was clear to all.
We believed our leaders knew better than we,
Doubt was a weakness
Disbelief, heresy.

So we skated on thin ice a long while,
Until at last it broke, and dropped us through the Nightmare Moments
When the planet itself trembled beneath us
While Civilization slew itself,
The work of millenia scattered like chaff.

All that was left
After the horror faded
Was this ragged chaos
Through which we, bit players left wandering the stage
Drift, lost and desperate, until the curtain falls.

We sit and sift ashes for memories,
Splinters of things that once held meaning.

Journeying the cold wilderness of our making
The landscape of walking, murmuring dead
Nobility of soul becomes a luxury all desire
And none can afford.

     Last night I heard four horses approach
    Down the broken highway out of the ruins.
    Beside it I thought I saw Dante's ghost weeping
    And knew that now, madness is a gift.

    I joined the others gathered by a feeble hearth
   Guttering in the bones of a building.
   We dined together on the hollow flesh of emptiness.
   From cups of salt we drank our tears.


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Adages Pt. 2 (darkness)

Adages Pt. 2 (darkness) 

Everything is spinning 
A place so dark with insolence 
Ignorance 
The trickiest joke for man to bear witness 
Soon drawn into it himself 
If not one extreme then into the other 

This was a man who could have had it all 
Instead 
Running a race against himself 
Driving out the last bit of human 
Clinging so desperately 
Deep inside his mind 

He wonders about the turn of events 
Unfolding so slowly around him 
A cold creeping 
A loss of feeling 
He feels so blue 
And all that he sees is black 
It is spinning 
Spinning 
So slowly 
Too late to turn back 

There is only a glimmering now 
Of what this man used to be 
The smallest of splinters 
Of a soul torn to pieces 
And it is beginning to understand 
The joke that was played on him 


Details | Haiku | |

Tiny Confusion 2-13-01

                                I’m playing with those words again
                                Over and over again
                                Inside my head
                                But they don’t make any sense
                                How can you say
                                You want something
                                But not until
                                It’s gone.


Details | Quatrain | |

Halo

It is not just a game
you don't play it for fun
it consumes all even your name
but don't be fooled this is no pun.

you sit there shooting
they try and shoot back
you continue your alluding
they die and then hit the sack.

you sit there in contempt
talking trash to all that was matched
thinking your that time was well spent
then all you see is yourself  unattached.



Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Mr. Nice Guy

I helped sharpen the knife that’s in my back

kindness is something I don’t lack

let me roll over and play dead

while you take advantage of me, 

messing with my head

let me help you betray my trust

so I can forgive you once more

here allow me to be the rug you wipe your feet on at the door

no please let me be the one that you abuse

treachery now or later? I’ll let you choose.

Let me be your personal slave

just being nice to you is all I crave

Here, you be Cain and I’ll be Abel

Your friendship is nothing more than fable

Despite it all, I do my best to help

Hoping that there’s a ray of hope in your future

just allow me to remove my sutures

please just use me for what you want

I promise, I’m much too nice to even tease or taunt


Details | Free verse | |

Viper of Intemperance

With a simultaneous gasp for air,
a trembling hand lifts the bottle.

Throat-burning venom snakes
its way across the tongue as
hot liquid arrows slither
toward their target;
a petrified pit waiting
to receive the coveted sting.

White-fanged memories
lie coiled, and ready to strike
until doused repeatedly
with liberal doses 
of fiery forgetfulness.

You rattle around
in my consciousness.
Whiskey takes you 
out of my mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Loyalty?

You do every thing
Everything that you're told
If he told you to
In a flash you would fold
Your obedience
You call it loyalty
You treat him so good
Basically royalty
Well he's an idiot
Drowning in the waters
Of his own arrogance
Just like his father
He let his mother
Like his dad let his wife
Take your mind over
With a psychological knife
You take your pride
And you stuff it down
Deep inside for him
You're his puppet now


Details | Rhyme | |

Medicate

I woke up this morning
And the pills were by my bed
You say I'm a loser
And I have lost something
(Up the dosage)

Everyone around me
Has a cure for thinking

I resist to simply exist
We all fall and medicate
Syringes are the opposition
Give it to me straight

Our pupils are like students
They dilate but never learn
The pharmacist was slaughtered
And the town was set to burn
(Up the doseage)

Somebody told me
That it is nothing

I resist to simply exist
We all fall and medicate
Syringes are the opposition
Give it to me straight

The bottle can't be filled 
The blood runs to your head
Someone writes another pill
And the sky runs red
(Up the doseage)

How is your appetite
For drugs, sex, and the night life?

I resist to simply exist
We all fall and medicate
Syringes are the opposition
Give it to me straight

Seeing this more clearly
And you are in my thoughts
You hand me a prescription
I will show you God
(Up the doseage)

I resist to simply exist
We all fall and medicate
Syringes are the opposition
Give it to me straight

We all fall and medicate
We all fall and medicate
We all fall and medicate


Details | I do not know? | |

How did we let this happen?

Secret seductive mainstream manipulation
Grandparents hand me downs to a crippled generation.
And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?
This is not a game.
The reality created for you 
That is the game.
Don’t let them poison your daughters
Or you may be finding yourself soon with granddaughters
The ones that feel the absence of a father.
(The media is poising the children.
They are told to be whores and killers
And these whores and killers in turn reproduce their own offspring of whores and killers…
And the whorish killing nation perpetuates into a larger whorish killing nation
Until we all are selling ourselves and murdering our neighbors 
In the name of religion and morality.
Don’t you see how we have been made into slaves?)


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible Abomination

The desire that keeps my soul aligned
has been tightly wound for far too long.
The hunger that I feel inside,
is overpowering me to grow strong.

I've been forbidden and ostracized.... 
shackled, bound and broken.
Left renounced and forgotten,
with so many words still unspoken.

I yearn for her tender touch,
of butterfly kisses, tickles and caress.
To be wanted, needed, and craved
for all these needs I must suppress.

Go ahead, avoid my eyes as I pass,
if you don't see me then I don't exist.
If I'm just an invisible abomination,
then why does my longing persist?


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Never on a Sunday

The Friday night pumpkin coach
That delivered you to my door,
Has come to whisk you home again,
To live, live your own life once more.

It could have been a fantasy,
You being here, so close to me.
There was some kind of payment given,
And things felt as good as they used to be.

With silent encumbered emotion,
Northern light-like spectacle reignited.
With only a spark from your tactile passion,
This blind one was once again sighted.

The roller coaster ride
You've taken me on for years
Passed as a gentle bemusement,
Until all became perfectly clear.

Silent still in darkness,
Surrounded in circumference,
Imagination rallies the rockets.
Again, comes surging the tide.

Awash, aghast, transfixed in the cyclone
Living in the moment for me, with you.
Forget what I've learned about purpose,
Remembering how it feels: alive, free, and true.

For twenty-four hours we lived
Just the way we wanted to be.
Transgressions, migrations, destinations,
Past forgetting you showed me
The way to set my soul free.

Whisper to me in the dimness
Of predawn's early plight.
Ignore the stoic stone culprits
Who rob us of illicit delight.

With day comes the light, and robs comfort.
It all feels so wrong by day.
This devilment strongest in moonlight,
With our next rendezvous, a full month away.


Details | Free verse | |

Passing The Torch

You have plucked her from purity
ascended upon virtuous flesh
spawned forth torches of multitude
that pronounce flames of love

and yet those very flames
burn with seething rage
bearing witness to false pretense
of Love's gentle embrace

what once was pure 
has been soiled
from generations past
for the flames of abuse
have become adults at last.......

Bob Shank-Jan. 11th, 2006
I always try to write something on abuse
around this time of year, since the week 
of the Superbowl seems to always be the
time of year when spousal abuse is
reported the most.....It's a problem that
sadly continues to plaque our society
today, and yet we don't even consider
the long term effect it has on our children,
the vicious cycles of learned behavior must
change if we are to progress....... 


Details | I do not know? | |

Bakit Nga Ba?

Bakit nga ba, sinta, ako’y iniwan mo?
o kay lupit naman ng puso mo, hirang.

Magagawa mo bang limutin ang lahat?
araw na nagdaan sa ating dalawa.

Darating din ang araw ika’y malulumbay,
luha sa iyong mata’y tutulo rin.

Init ng pag-ibig ko ay hahanapin mo,
at maiisip mo ang nawala sa iyo.

Ang buhay kong ito tanging laan sa iyo,
wala bang halaga pag-ibig ko sa iyo?

Sinaktan mo ako, ngayo’y nagdurusa,
ikaw ang dahilan ng sawing kapalaran.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Addict

...
The guy on the corner.
In his usual place.
5$ to satisfy this craze.

Dinner money, Go to hell.
A smoke, I want to smell.
To have a high.
Fills the gaps. In the sky.

My spirit soars.
For a little while.
I puff and smile.
Forget to sigh.

More I must have.
Every day.
Take my troubles away.
Money,  I took.
From  mothers nook.

My body, shakes.
I gnash my teeth.
The longing is very deep.
Wanting so, makes me weep.

Like a trap.
In the paths of the young.
It's there, ready and sprung.
It grips you, by the neck.
Chokes you to death.

Why  did you not warn me.
To save me from this?
Ugly, frightful, terrible, dish.
Must I to hell go.
The end of  Joe.

........................................






Details | Senryu | |

Your Radiant Violin

your radiant violin
the cry of shrieking insects
whispering mind cracks


Details | Burlesque | |

A Whiter Shade Of Ale

I've been told,
I'd be the white spot,
On a set of pure white sheets,

Last blood test came up,
40% Budweiser I am told,
I will surely be well pickled,
No matter how many years old,

The waiter brings a tray,
We call out for more drinks,
All that I gotta' say,
That this life surely stinks.


Details | Free verse | |

Adages Pt. 3 (the hierophant)

I can see the web of lies around me
Constructed by the spider in my heart
Just a manipulator
Playing its games with my life
I promised myself
As only a fool can
That there could be a safe haven
Calm within the eye of the storm
When it was only a trap
Set so perfectly on me
By myself
The ignorance of the world has always astounded me
Confounded me
Even as I ignored it in myself
Just felt the need
To find my own way
In a life that was never too kind
To the stranger
To me
I don’t know why it is always spinning
Think I’ve created this hell
In the image of a world left behind
Just another contradiction
Another manipulation
Another one of my lies
I made myself so cold
That I forgot to be angry
For what everyone did to me
Forgot to be forgiving
And to look the other way
Now I’m just a nothing
Forgotten to all
The opposite of what I needed
Or ever wanted
I am ready for the change
I am ready for the knowledge
Black turns to grey
My blue skin to red
As I shout and scream
A realization
A new found adage
Of how it could have been
“I never needed the light of a sun
To guide me on my way
Never needed a hope
To feel that I’m okay
I don’t need to rhyme
To impress the people
Who’ll just waste my time
I can go my own direction
To any place that I desire”
A hierophant is blooming
With no hope there is hope
And no need for a following
Just a contradiction and a knowing
Tomorrow will be
As always
Another day
The shift in the world around me
As drastic as black to white
Day to night
Reflected sunlight
As the moon makes itself known to me
And all the contradictions coming into focus
Becoming the world in which we all live
We feed on each others lies
And create our own
If only to fool ourselves
Into a state of relative bliss
Into a joke 
We’re playing on ourselves 
I don’t want the sun 
And its insistent heat 
I don’t need the clouds 
Or the people that I see 
Wandering around like dazed puppets 
Numbed on the drugs of old 
I just want to go my own way 
And to question what we know 
The moon in all its mystery 
Its quiet grace 
Greets and bids me fair tidings 
Hoping that something will treat me well 
A lone friend in a world 
Full of followers and beggars 
Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions 
And this moon smiles
Gives a nod of approval 
It can see me 
Breaking out from behind my clouds 
And shining into the world 
A second sun 
A light guiding my own way 


Details | I do not know? | |

unknown darkness

unknown darkness,
indecapitating love,
lifeless corps in a dark void,
useless in life or death,
bloodless void without a soul,
limp and dying with nothing to hold,
was once a beutifull window of hope,
now laying there by a nuse on a rope,
family crying tears of sadness replaced by what was once joy,
burning and charing in a hopless void of burning corpses,
the people scream and yell upon vingionce as they star,
raising the pitchforks and shovels in the midnight air,
darkness consumes them,
they dont care !
ignorance swept among the people caused by greed and the unknown,
a hellstorm arose and people stormed and sense went out the window,
after the crows of childrens darkenss arose,
in the town of salem,
what was once a happy place were all was free,
the church decided to impale the hearts of another bielife,
crime they said! sin they said!
the serpants child!
they must pay!
well crime has been done and nothing has become,
crime was paid,
and time has stayd right at the window !
life is ubundant and so is the soul, eternal in life and in strife,
rite at the window!
blessd be! 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Price Of Oil

Aghast, blood has been shed
The shedder is a westerner who sleeps in his bed

While his minions patrol blindly for fear of retribution
But deep in their heart regret their contribution

Georgey Pordgey pudding pot
Ran some oil and made it rot

He tried what he could but still he fail
So he turned to the desert to help him bail

Now he’s won and things couldn’t be brighter
He’s on fire no help from a lighter

As he rows his boat and then drops anchor
Up the bank there comes a stranger

He hops in and starts to speaking
They shake hands then end the meeting

Stranger leaves and he is all alone
So he rows back from hence he come

He goes back to la maison blanche
Has a meeting to announce a missile launch

Against an old friend who is friend no more
And 4 years later he’s hung on a cord

And he parades as if all is well
But the truth not hidden we all can tell

As sons and brothers mothers and daughters
Have not come back from trips with fathers

The nights alone become longer
While the price of oil seems to go higher

It was all for not for we have accomplished none
It is time to leave, I said it and it shall be done.


Details | Haiku | |

in the line of fire


in the line of fire
the grey silent sky witness
unknown tombstones cry


Details | Free verse | |

From the Sublime to the Sublemon

Beautiful words of wisdom adorn this site.
Frightful hints of abuse, can keep one up all night.
Pain ripe from the heart, easy to be read,
Mourning agonies pulsating through a poets head,
Joys and sorrows, confusion, and faith...
Swirl about my mind,leave me so confused,
The shining Mother Theresas, the misery of the abused,
Sadly, I have no magic answer,
Sure wish that I indeed did,
To sooth the pain of the aged,
To comfort an abused kid.
All I can do is pray,
Send in my Christian Charity support,
But a small attempt at providing,
Something each child should have without thought.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


Details | Free verse | |

POET IN THE POT

Of many are poets in soup
gagged with the air we breathe
suffocated by the strings of hawks
perked by the long neck of an ostrich.

Drown in the murky water of obsequiousness
tied to the apron strings of what to chomp
turned juggler for survival instinct
danced to the tune of he that plays the piper.

Others' soup plunged them into soup
tongue-lashing the untouched of the land
louding the truth above the speaker of life
paying for the conviction in-built

But the poet is already in the pot
struggling to un-pot himself
fromthe fangs and thorns of the land
how long will he be potted still in the pot?


Details | Free verse | |

The Vagrant

A wanderer, I stray.
To hills and valleys, far away.
Closed doors and gate, my fate.
No ID or certificate.
A vagrant is an unwanted guest.
To prison send the pest.
In the next town you'll find work
Do they take me for a jerk!
Home and wife, lost at the dice.
Through ignorance, I paid the price.
Is there a place I can show my face?
Rejoin the human race.
Maybe someone will ask me in.
Give me work, and a grin.
Frosty faces all around.
Not a murmur, not a sound.
Suddenly, all at once they shout.
"ON YOUR WAY". "GET OUT".
I'm down at heel, and need a meal.
Guv'ner, gimmy a deal.

Comments.
I am told that in America and elsewhere.
Vagrants are targeted for mugging.
And even killing by youths.
Because they have nowhere to live.
These people need sympathy and help.
Please help them. It could be you.



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Details | Free verse | |

The Geisha And The Clown

 The Geisha And The Clown 
The Geisha and the clown 
Every one makes waves that pebble tossed in concentric rings 
The water in disturbance making waves and oval rings 
The vortex is descending down to mar the visage of the crown 
to make the mental man decay to make the clown to make the clown… 
He stood apart from all the rest of them so forlorn and quiet 
as a man who's only problem is his next drink of alcoholic beverage. 
When this white English man found out it was the truth he took to drink. He is the 
clown in all the town the Otis of the century 
baring his anatomy for everyone to see in public urinations 
and even defecations and predications of his sexual anatomy 
my shame was not enough to make my horror go to sleep 
eye died upon my feet eye cried but not enough 
eye craved my drink eye craved myself my life replete 
eye am the clown the very one. 
The women of the orient so very adorned with grace 
and lithe the way they move the feet was my discovery 
the poor poor feet they bind the feet 
so they can shuffle so they can look so very sweet 
as they move along so gracefully they seem to slide 
and seem to effortlessly encounter men. 
They bind the feet to make them suffer 
they torture self to make it seem divine 
And then they live for pleasure. 
But that was then and this is now and eye have won the holy crown 
may all the geisha please bow down and just forgive the clown. 
My foot is lame. The very same as bound. And now eye bow. 
  


Details | Free verse | |

Perhaps Peace

what I wouldn't give to erase
from the earth’s weary face
all that is wicked and base:

warmongers and evildoers,
pre-emptive troublemakers,
rapacious, societal leaders,
crooked empire-builders;

then maybe peace may stir 
and finally reign…forever.


Details | Free verse | |

I AM NORMAL

To define happiness is to define individuality.
Each person has their own secret paradise.
A place where no one can enter nor wants to enter.
Every now and then a little piece of these places are 
	let known.
Most of these tidbits of strange ideas can be shrugged 
	off by others.
I suppose it’s a good thing that while inside our paradise
	we’re alone with our thoughts.
For sometimes I feel as though I’d like to run away from 
	myself.
Image what others would do if they could know or
	understand my world.
Forced to conform into society, we suppress our secret
	whirlwind of thoughts.
Only sometimes it becomes too much and we burst,
	hopefully we’re alone when that happens.
The more open minded and exposed we are the further
	our minds wander.
Making it difficult to come to reality or what we’ve been 
	taught is reality.
What will the day hold for us when everyone is living in
	their own “paradise” instead of our conformed
	reality. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Plagued

I could run fast
and never stop the screaming
nor the men and what they do.
I can not sleep-
thinking;
the vision raw,
repulsive.
Man manipulates
Beating you, me,
girls.
Yet we shine, together
As woman, goddess-
A gift of beauty, sweet lust.
Delicate rose
often crying, sad
as petals tear.
Shadows tell
why I ache.
My bare skin recalls
how it felt:  weak, pathetic, ugly…
when the last petal falls.


Details | I do not know? | |

Daily Dose

Daily dose of nothing
On the TV screen
I feel the sickness rise inside of me
With each passing image I see

Show after show
About nothing at all
Other people's problems
Nowhere to go

Dr. Phil will fix your marriage
Maury will find your baby's daddy
Here's your fifteen minutes of fame
Put on your makeup and get ready

Your problems are now no longer your own
You've opened up your doors of shame
Now the whole world knows


Details | I do not know? | |

Mood

In one of those moods
Don't really know why
In one of those moods
Feel like I could die

Don't want to complain
Have no reason to
Don't want to complain
But what's it like to be you?

Take away my frustration
Let me feel loved
Take away my frustration
My immortal beloved


Details | Rhyme | |

Purge II --Doubts

Worst part is, they're the ones you need, 

The ones you love,

The ones you go for, 

for your hugs.The ones you thought you 

couldn't be without,Are the only ones that

ever give you doubts.

And once I'm out. 

I'm out.

Never to turn around.

I'm 18 and cut,

that's a wrap,

How many times have you said that?

I hate you all,

I hate my life,

My life's a lie,

Just lie and die,

Die or cry.

Crying why?

Pack my bags and just say bye!





Details | Free verse | |

holding out for the highest bidder

why Is It that so few have so much 
and so many have so little?
where is the equality? 
where is the justice?

why is there world hunger?
when there is food aplenty
locked up in storehouses and silos?
holding out for the highest bidder,
while rats and mice are getting fatter
feasting on the surplus

why is there homelessness?
when there are apartments 
and homes sitting vacant
Is It not better to get some rent
than to get no rent?
holding out for the highest bidders


a woman placed her last two coins 
into the basket as an offering, a tithe
a rich man put twenty coins into the basket.
Jesus said "she has given her all"
while the rich man only gave a token
her faith and trust in God 
will get into the Kingdom of Heaven
but the rich man will not enter
for the Kingdom of Heaven
Is not holding out for the highest bidder


Details | Free verse | |

Guess Who?

I am the knife
I am the pain
I am the clouds
I am the rain
I am everything
That you desire
That you despise
That takes you higher
I am the blood
I am the tears
I am the sweat
I am your fears
I am the messenger
From the fire
That makes it all
So much more dire
I am the planet
On which you live
And I'm the hell
That all this is


Details | Acrostic | |

Opprobrium


Obviously out of his depth, unsure of what to do,
Pursuing allegations that he knows to be untrue,

Prompted by minions working behind the scene,                
Robotic leader signals with the stroke of his pen.

Oh, for the sake of his do-it-alone foreign policy,
Bumbling despot orders his army across the sea.   
         
Rumble the tanks along a vast desert highway,
Insurgents and snipers having their field day.       

Until the day when at last he finishes his reign,
More innocent blood will go down the drain.
  
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Speak Freely

Shout in your deepest voice that you can't take no more!
Let the world know that you have had enough of this!
Whatever is on your mind tell at least one person!
You gotta express yourself 'cause no one can read your mind!
Or forever hold your peace.

The time has come for you to make your opinions known!
No holds barred, that's what I say, speak freely!
The constitution is no one's whore, can't use it cheaply!
Come as you are bring your friends and start a protest!
Or forever hold your peace.

Stand up in public places to tell them they're all wrong!
The repurcutions can't compare to the ultimate freedom!
Wave the flag of truth in front of those who don't wanna see!
You can't live your life afraid to tell anyone anything!
Or forever hold your peace.

So what if you get chastised for what's on your conscience!
The people that cast stones are the ones scared to speak!
If our past great leaders had gotten stage-fright and bowed out,
Then I could justify the cowardess of some gutless folks
'Cause they forever held their peace.

Rent a room and sell tickets, call it "The End of the World"!
Everyone will show up just out of morbid curiosity!
Lock the doors behind them and make them listen to you!
Ramble, rant and rave about all the things that piss you off!
Or forever hold your peace.

We don't have a whole lot longer before the world is over!
So I say make your mark while there's still room on the page!
You can't go through life afraid to tell people your true feelings,
Even if it hurts them! How would feel if you died tomorrow
And never spoke your peace!?            


Details | Free verse | |

Psycho Life

How transient this psycho life,
psycho babble, psycho speak,
sat in corners, doing the freak,
rant and rave, brand, engrave,
and stamp and carve with a butcher knife.

All the cuts and spilling guts
could not convince any other than
I am more mad than man,
radically juiced on groovy drugs,
still as paint, comatose shrugs,
eyes held open with tooth-picks,
groaning weight of psychotropics.

I’d fandango with your mango,
or dance the epileptic tango,
a boogaloo of depression born,
us children of a lesser spawn,
electric shocks and shrivelling cocks,
and whoops there goes my building blocks!

So, how transient this psycho life,
ties that bind I long to sever,
seems so short, goes on forever,
blued and blacked and vacuum packed
and cut to shreds like Othello’s wife,
this psycho life,
let’s hear it again,
this psycho life,
one more time,
this psycho life.


Details | Imagism | |

Far be it from me

Here I can see him 
From miles I cannot understand
In a state of consciousness beyond reason
I wait.
A room of bars and golden lights
Tin cans and classical music
Far below my heavy words
I wait.
Here I can hear him
With seconds and hours drowning
Behind memories scratchy and skipping
I wait.
In the chilled pools of logic
In the motels of remembrance
Under the desks of burden
Between the cracks of things I’ll never understand

In shells of old
In clothes of new
In love,
I wait.


Details | I do not know? | |

Broken

Broken and torn into two,
lost in a unhappy darkness that traps me deep inside,
homeless  broken,
my eternity is lost in willingness to live,
so accepting of this hatred,
confusing  twisting this reality has become,
my shadow in life and possibly death,
the crossroads are here do I turn right or left ?
one so smooth with a tight turn,
the other cliffs off into a endless fall into crimson light,
down the path I travel as darkness falls,
eternity awaits as hatred lost in crimson light awaits,
happiness turns to avenge my faith,
trusting a hopeless romantics trials,
in crimson fury as the heart burns deeply,
the light returns in a shadowy meadow,
as the sun cast on our now icy corpses,
warmth now returns,
as rest now follows,
after a life of endless lust,
a eternity of harsh trials,
death takes over and eternity now follows. 


Details | Ballad | |

Master of War

He pauses for effect and pretends to listen and hear,
then proceeds anyway and gives the order to conquer.
Though far is his reach he is really very near,
causing destruction, he brings chaos and fear.

Silhouettes and shadows dance all over the wall
but he heeds not the warning of the impending toll.
From across the ocean he kills, maims and attacks,
he arrests and he tortures, he insults and he mocks.

He drops bombs, launches cruise missiles and planes,
he fires cannons, sends troops on ships and trains.
He barks orders, he wiretaps and he spies,
he fundraises, he schemes and he lies.

He does not hesitate to place fighting men in harm’s way,
yet years ago, when put to the test, he scampered away.
He’s brave and he’s fearless he will do whatever it takes
as long as it’s not his sorry life at stake.

His nation’s best come home in cold, flag-draped coffins,
but not to worry, just statistics, save the cost of morphines.
For the good times roll for the dumb warrior and his base
since November 2000 and it has always been the case.

He turns wives into widows, innocent kids into orphans,
sowing deaths on thousands of daughters and sons.
He cries crocodile tears, even tries hard to appear he’s sorry
in front of cameras for the headlines of the day.

He never fails to attend service with his wife every Sunday,
a black sheep once but claims the Lord showed him the way.
Yet nothing will stop him from character assassination
for his party and, believe you me, in the name of his nation!

We’re spreading democracy, the little boy warrior says,
in press conferences he holds on some occasional days.
While his weary war machine stutters and cranks,
his rich cronies laugh all the way to the bank.

Yes, the Decider smiles, he surveys and he conquers,
he pretends to listen though he does not really hear.
Shame on the whole world, the UN, shame on us all,
for not reining in this evil man and just taking the fall.
 


Details | Limerick | |

' Sweet, Little Man ... ' (Limerick # 3)

             ‘ Sweet, Little Man ’

There Was the Sweetest, Little Man, Named Nate
    Who was so Bald… He got a Headache
      From the Kisses, that were Planted
On His ( 2 Month-Old Head )… He Demanded …
“Why Won’t Mama, Put A Cap On My Pate ?


Details | Free verse | |

One For The Press

HEY! Tragedy Salesmen, Ambulance Chasers,
Prostitutes seductively clad in the skins
Of the victims you flayed
On the altar you made of the First Amendment,
I'm mad as Hell - Not Gonna Take It Anymore.

Enough of the ratings bought
With perfect smiles describing ruined lives,
Any good news treated as No News,
Fanning the bonfire of our fears
From the safety of the skysuites!

Oh, Danny-Boy, you perfection of arrogance,
How much I'd Rather, more than anything,
Come a-knocking one night at your dressing-room door
Doing my best Jack Nicholson impression
With fireax and eyes ablaze,
Bursting in through the splinters unannounced
To give you one Very Special interview:

HEEEEEEEEEEEER'S - JOHNNY!

     Film at eleven.


Details | Verse | |

Within Slumber

A battle for consciousness subsides
As I slowly drift away
Escaping dreary nine to five 
To where I’m unafraid

Unbeknownst traveling abroad
To a mysterious destination
Foggy roads trekked aimlessly 
No plan or inclination

Iterant landscapes visited
Observed from cliff high viewing
Moving on determined steps	
With tenacity my kenned renewing

Misplaced in noise woven and white
Hunting out my dubious standing
Questioning every decision I’ve made
Angst empowers a constant expanding

In stagnating limbo and impetus standing
Forcing actions I never could dare
Through quagmire city of stumbling zombies
Awakening instincts…somewhere


Details | Quatrain | |

thinking by myself

Positioning my heart on a pole, 
I look deeper into my soul.
Feeling empty inside,
Leaving noting left to hide.

I'm filled with my deep desire,
It consumes me in its darkness.
Among these people with no shame,
All looking for fame.

For I am no free man,
In this cell I stand.
And a voice heard among the guilty,
Says sit down because you are still one of us.



Details | Rhyme | |

Call of the Gun


Frightened faces marked with terror,
scrambling around in every direction,
demonic fear, satanic horror -
my mind sees them in quiet meditation.

I hear the distant rumbling of steel,
followed by the tolling of the bell;
here comes the call of the gun,
hell has come to everyone.


Details | Free verse | |

Our Nations Obituary

Violence in my heart
My compassion has departed
You've set in motion
Something you never should have started
You dropped another bomb
More innocent people dead
You destroyed their hearts
Their homes and their heads
This entire nation
You have gone and raped
You took away it's innocence
Naivete, on your shoulders, is draped
And because of it you think
I'm speaking only of politics
Well here's a message to you
You can all swallow sticks
They could not have done all this
Had you not allowed it
It's your fault America
That all we see around's unfit


Details | Rhyme | |

STRESS

This way…that way. Which way is the best?
Need this…need that. I could have flamin’ guessed!
Come here…go there. Clear off you helpful pest! 
I don’t need any of this pressurized duress…
‘Cause I can’t handle any of this stress.

Give me a drink! I need whiskey to be blessed,
Where’s my valium? Such a valued little guest,
My nicotine addiction…gremlins crawl with-in my chest,
Please! Please! Oh God I must confess…
I can’t make it on my own with all this stress. 

Simple…all I want to do is wake up in the morning,
And take life easy working eight hours for the day,
Work five days every week, and have the weekends off,
Each Thursday call into the office, and pick up my pay.

But that would be too evident, it would mean enjoying life,
So I must skirmish with the traffic with my patience growing less,
And by the time I reach my destination, there awaits the modern trend,
Of more! More! More! You must give more…and so again is stress.

Have you done this? Have you done that…I just shake my head,
We need this now…No! Yesterday, so I just shrugged and said,
“That’s fair enough…she’ll be right”, and took another path instead.
At last! No more of this rotten mess,
I’m packing up and going, where there is little stress.


Details | Free verse | |

One Sabine Woman

The conquered land is eroding. 
The driven snow is melting 
Because the blue flame is burning, 
Probing through the rampart, 
Penetrating the fortress 
And pillaging the village. 
The mighty are falling 
And the weaker being ravished 
Trying to kick the pricks, 
But unguided passions 
With shortlived victories 
Violently possess! Then dispose. 
As the blue flame wanes, 
So goes the tyranny... 
Until morning. 
Rancidness, rancor, degradation 
And loneliness remain 
After the land is trampled. 
After the snow is defiled, 
There's a want for nothing, 
A need for everything: 
Love, hate, forgiveness, revenge. 
Then a cry for childhood 
Extending for knowledge of this hope 
Reaches without taking hold, 
So the four remain 
Until the four are gained; 
And the land still erodes. 
The snow still melts 
Because the blue flame burns. 
It yet probes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Anger is my Friend

Anger is my friend

As I feel this rage is setting in
my lonelines has now a friend
it grows until i cannot win
it grows until my hope is sin
the power comes not from within
the power comes but from your grin
the things it says does not make sense
the things it does it without hense
the rage is growing from your dence
the rage is rising around the fence
the joy is no longer now its here
the power is tall without your fear
the darkness grows until we hear
the darkness is yours now mine to steer
the pain was alone until it came
the pain felt right but not the same
welcome friend my angery son
welcome to your lonely home
you are here to stay and roam
to feed in my mind forever grown
the fields of life are dying slow
now your here they will not grow
for you my angery lonely friend
are mine to cherish again no win
darkness came to my mind
anger left it from behind
anger came to keep me free
or so it said when it left me
it will return to keep my glee
as i smile back to heavens tree
the blood runs true on angers back
as the knife of life is placed with tact
finally i am alone again
to win another day and defeat my friend
for it will return to keep my glee
but i wait that day with a new reprieve


Details | Free verse | |

Plastic Faces

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that smiles so dryly
The one that makes my heart reach out to you
The one that covers up the life you live

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that has empty eyes
The one that hides the tears streaming down your face
The one that lies to the world about you

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that is drained of color
The one that is is unemotional
The one hides the pain you feel

Walking down the hallway
I see the plastic faces
Too many for me too bear
So many lives that need helping
Kids aren't on their own, they just need
A friend, to help relieve them of the plastic
And see the light of day once more...


Details | I do not know? | |

Come Back Quick (2005)

When you went away it was only for a day or two
Everything on a sunny day seemed blue
The atmosphere was dull and not a smile in sight
Come back quickly on the next available flight 

When Naj went to Denmark


Details | Narrative | |

They Took His Pulse

They Took His Pulse _ _ _ _
Now, they’re Looking for Us
Up and down the Street
Drive-By-Boys …. Packin’ Heat !

We Dissed’ A Gang-Sign
They Took… What was Mine
Left a Blood-Soaked Message
On A Pain Wracked-Package

… Is He Breathin’ ?
… or is He Leavin’ _ _ _ _
If He is… Then He Must _____
‘Cause They Took His Pulse

They Took His Pulse
Which left Us  Furious
Gotta’ Let em’ Know, We’ Serious
Do Somethin’ – Delirious

… We gon’ Take They Pulse !
Gon’ do something Perilous !
So – Infamous  !
… we took each other’s pulse _ _ _ _


Details | I do not know? | |

Patterns

Tired of writing
The same old lines
Tired of singing
The same old songs

Everything is falling apart
But nothing is wrong

Everything happens
Just as it should
If you could change it
Don't you think that you would?

Random patterns of chaos
Too complex to see
Random patterns of chaos
Built for you and me


Details | Rhyme | |

EARTHLY GAINS

Bound together, our earth with rain and fire,
Chemical reactions, pressure, heat and mire.
Drowning valleys, drying plains, raising mountains,
Boiling rivers, running red in winding bubbling lava.

Subsiding, settling, cooling through uneasy peace,
Millions of years behind us now, but the turmoil's never spent,
Passed across the dinosaur, evolved beyond the dreamtime,
Quickly respond the colonies, in the oldest continent.

Gather each flower! Gather each leaf!
The old world students gather in disbelief.
Summarized is the botany. Surveyed is the land,
Discovered are the stone, the lode, and reef.

The shafts, mines, railways, leading to the factories,
Running endless belts, as cogs wind into motion,
Live on the education, indoctrinated from the old country,
The industrial revolution has come far across the ocean.

Whatever forest stood here, cannot stand here any more.
The trees are turned to fire; water into rising steam.
A barren field surrounds, a crater in the ground,
Coal is carbon now, iron, and a consumers dream.

There must be millions on this planet like me,
Living out our dreams on mortgaged money.
It's new; it shines, fresh off the assembly line.
More and more are needed, to boost the economy.

These earthly gains…
Built to alleviate our pains.
Sparkling to attract my kind,
We never think about the clever mind.

Time becomes the killer; nothing stays the same.
The beating sun, driving rain, interchanging mud and dust,
Take us to our final payment, finally in our name.
The shine has gone, and too the drive...the body's filled with rust.


Details | Verse | |

Ascension Avenue

All that was holy died in resplendence.
  kerbstones bit gutters and gutters sucked road,
black and white zebra stripes buried by snowflakes,
  wires fizzed and snapped as their cups overflowed.

Cars lay abandoned, the milk float down-charged,
  four-by-four mega trucks grounded and still,
seagulls kept guard on memorial statues,
  screeched at the sea that lay over the hill.

Behold velvet drapes flanking twitchy lace curtain,
  knuckles clenched white whilst brows knitted grey,
women of substance blew tea in bone china,
  until it fell cool at the passing of day.

All lowered eyes to the carpet and skirting,
  fingers flicked lint more imagined than real,
from the cuffs of their blouses, the plaid of their skirts,
  substitution for anything human to feel.

She who self-hanged in the cramped bedroom closet,
  hands dangled lifelessly down by her side,
lips black and swollen, ghost kissing conscience,
  tongue poking purple and eyes staring wide.

The avenue drowned in a quagmire of quiet,
  decency nailed to each window and door,
Winter would pass, taking with it the memory,
  for what, more or less, is another dead whore?

Spring is the mistress of life and vivacity,
  Summer the passion child, sweet honey breath,
Autumn the lover whose time is expiring,
  Then pale mistress Winter, and Winter is death.


Details | Personification | |

Blank Slate 5-7-03

So she made a few mistakes
She didn’t even mean to make them
Now she might as well not try
To put on her happy face
Because no one cares if she starts to cry.


She’s apologized and begged forgiveness 
But no one listens ‘cause they don’t believe in second chances
It’s like she’s not even there
She’s just a whisper in this new world
And it’s not fair.


What would she give to start all over?
What would she give for a place where no one knows her name?
A place where she has no reputation
A place where she’s made no mistakes
What would she for a blank slate?


It’s like everybody else is perfect
Like they got something pure to compare to her to
Everybody’s done something at least one thing wrong
They’ve got some starches on their cup of life.


So why do they make her like she doesn’t belong?


Mistakes are always part of the past
And even though, that is why it shapes our future.
You can learn from both of them
Well, this girl has been taught by all her bad choices
And she’s never gonna make them again.


What would she give to start all over?
What would she give for a place where no one knows her name?
A place where she has no reputation 
A place where she’s made no mistakes
What would she give for a blank slate?


Details | Free verse | |

November

Knowing this, spastic
ancient films of Dallas, 
November 1963, move
silently as we clasp hands
backwards in recognition 
to quiet realization
of grassy knoll reality.

Paint drops of leaves
splatter sidewalks.  There are
no things but in things—
the turtle shell of words,
cocoons of verbiage
chambering our adjectives,
activating final syncopations
of magic bullets 
and mortality.

November rain 
does not care—
autumn leaves, 
like brain matter
shuffle past.

We stare into silver emptiness,
a cold, carnal awareness—
a glancing touch 
of sky’s silken casket.


Details | Free verse | |

Humoring me part 1

Oh muffin they say
suck it up princess
not knowing I'm a drama queen
they tell me happily 
Life isnt fair

Gag me with a spoon already
look at your sense of humor i get attacked with
at dirst caked with love
and then if i protest a fetish
and not interested in having
some weirdo have his way with me
the comedians i want to see go belly up
break a leg and go on
and i pray for the curtain to fall
and the sweat beads
then pour
and the tears
of rage and anger
and confusion 
will later fall from my face 
with a sad realisation

Here it is funny man
witness your joke
I'm actually dressed up in suicide
I'm actually on antipsychotics and antidepressants that aren't working
and that ledge you think is funny for me to be on
your pushing me off of
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
sarcastic loud slow laugh in youre face
its not funny unless you meatphorically draw blood
and someone hysterically ends up in tyhe emergency room
its not amusing unless your better than me
even if behind close doors you admit to all sorts of insanity
and thats the sad reason I've spent thousands of salty teras with my head in my 
hands
saying god is cruel


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change in thinking

The lifeless void of the unknown,
Fills every cell in my body. 
It clutches my weeping soul,
With every word that seeps out of its mouth. 
They bury their tears in my blood,
To remind me of what I have done. 
Quivering with forgotten rage,
Drifting further from the Truth.
Silence is my only friend,
Drawing conclusions from all eternity.
Trying to find the path,
Leading me to what shall past.
And I wonder why I am here?



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Poor Pathetic Porcupine Pie

Use'n me last dolla'
Mom sent me to get,
What looked like it might be,
Our last meal, as far
as we can see.

I went to the village bakery,
In hopes but for freshbread,
A new bakery apprentice,
Took me aside...
Said he could make me
Momma's pride...

He would sell me a Porcupine Pie,
For the same price as the bread...
And, he assured me,
I'd be a hero to all I fed,

To top it off, toothpicks included
No more convincing was needed,
I paid the price, and I heeded,
His last words to me;"One thing needed;
Absolute faith,or it won't work,
You'll ruin the spell"
Now I have to show this jerk.!!

Got home, Mom upset,
"What in heaven's name
child, did you get!????!!"

She grabbed the porcupine,
And flung it in pain...
Several sharp quills
Found a vein...

"Bad Boy!" she cried...
I send you out to get some bread...
You come back with a Porcupine, instead!

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll
sell if off,
and get something better!"

Off I ran, porcupine in hand,
stab wounds adding fast...
Got to the Market,
With a plan....
Something I'd heard in a fairy tale...

I harped the tale, of the "golden egg', which
came from childhood memory...
Many greedy shoppers came by,,,
I'm a lousy liar,
so I wonder why
Anyone would believe me!

Later that night,
My porcupine I sold,
To an old British soldier..
Corporal Clegg,

After he left, I was
cleaning up...sure enough,
There lay a golden egg!!!!


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Fat Girl

Fat girl who can’t wear those clothes,
Shop over there where the big stuff goes.
Don’t try to fit in, ‘cause you really don’t,
We shouldn’t pretend, therefore we wont.
You’re not cute like us, that’s so true,
It’s not like any guy would ever want you.
Don’t dare come around people like me,
I’m not your friend and I never will be.
Just stop eating….what is your fear?
Do you think we care if you disappear?


By Jamie R Eddy


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Sadness Of The Soul

In the valley of mourning,
my soul weeps for little ones.
Cheated from life’s vengeance,
victims of demonic slayings.

Sadness overcomes my heart,
tears stream like rivers raging.
Innocence dies in unmarked graves,
as blood paints hands of the guilty.

Why must anger be so deadly,
upon our future generation?

Fear knows no time anymore...


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Depression's Pot

She fell into depression's pot
(an easy thing to do)
where darkness is, and light is not
(I'm sure you've done it too)
She wallowed in the shadow's jell
(with three birds and a cat)
where sticky feelings tend to dwell
(I'm sure you've heard of that)
She wrote her name upon the wall
(with pencil and a pen)
in case her friends should come to call
(She never had a friend)
She laughed her echoes into air
(to share in conversation)
where darkness is, I know not where
(She sent no invitation)
She fell into a fitful sleep
(there is no other kind)
where life is just a time to keep
(that really keeps your mind)
She sorted dreams out as she slept
(a job which knows no pay)
and talked in sleep of vows she kept
(for what else could she say)
She woke to find depression's pot
(as vessels sometimes do)
had grown too small for all she'd got
(I'm sure you'd notice too)
She banged her fists against the frame
(a sorry sight indeed)
and taught the birds to say her name
(for somehow she'd be freed)
She sent the birds into the air
(and that's when they found me)
She heard an echoed voice of care
(I'd come to set her free)
She now has tossed depression's pot
(I shouldn't tell you where)
and happiness is all she's got
(with plenty left to share)


Details | I do not know? | |

Everyday Child Abuse (2003)

Strolling into town do you know what I see?
I see mothers hurt their children down to their knee
It’s on for her to have fags but not even a drink for their thirsty child
Swearing, hitting and abuse going wild
Why does no one act upon this?
There’re scared that there going to get the fist
A baby punched in the ribs
What other abuse goes on in their tiny cribs
I intervened and got threatened to be killed
That poor tiny life that has to be rebuilt 
Its usually single mothers who are suffering alone
All they need to do is pick up the phone
It’s not on to abuse your little ones because you are too
There life string is only you


Details | I do not know? | |

Demon In The Storm

Standing on this eternal plane
As I lift my fears above my head, normality I feign
Mid-Air, I hold no resistance
Flying high, superior to every existance
Hovering, floating, lifted by my mentality
Losing my grip on reality
Gliding, eye'm floating, in the clouds.
Atoms clash, thunder surrounds
Ignited by a bolt of electricty.
Will I descend below atop my knee?
Quite contrary, I feel the urge to be.
This insane persistance transcends reality.
Reguvinated by my inherant vim
Everyone will gather, I will looke down upon them
An angel in the storm, 
to gaze upon the cloud, my glowing form
When did I shift from human to this
It was the lull of sweet bliss
Remember, it was the enticing beat
of the eternal drum, seducing me, transformation complete
Manipulated by the toying spirit
Locked in my head, my voice altered, hear it
Manipulate the mindless swine, heard them
Lead them out to the pool, see if they swim.
You will lead the war, it speaks to me, 
in an eternal voice that sets the decree.
Countless horrers of war and famine
flashing before my eyes, the greed of men
show them, it urges.
Punish them with impunity, rage surges
through my veins, boils my blood
forgetting to breath through the flood.
Countless minsless drones assemble before me
To lead the war, a great duty
I am aware, you thought not?
That my spirit was broken, my body to rott.
No, I realize this spirit, this demon
tries to control my mind
overthrouwing this mighty apparition
I assume the power, that is my divine right
Begin to train and condition
My soldiers to fight
To rule the world with love and pride
No longer having to run and hide
Peace, serinity
and sweet, sweet tranquility. 
But alas, th cycle must bein anew
Oh yes, it starts again, as if on "q". 


Details | I do not know? | |

Throne

Your attitude
Is overwhelming
What's your problem?
Can you even tell me?

You act like
You're better than everyone else
Chances are
You don't even know yourself

The skeletons in your closet
Could fill up a cometary
And you act like you're above me?
That's what's really scary

Take a look in the mirror
And hop off your self-imposed throne
If you don't change your attitude
You will die bitter and alone


Details | Free verse | |

unclear lines.

don't kill yourself.
its what they whisper through their songs.
everything will be alright.
all your scars will heal,
all your tears will dry.
take a bath,
and go to sleep.
life goes on tomorrow.
but does it?
living without an identity.
the only option is to conform.
safety in numbers.
food is more important than freedom.
every day, walking up and down the halls.
i can't remember their faces,
only the makeup,
ill-fitting pants,
and bad haircuts.
fat girls trying to make healthy choices,
skinny girls acting like whores.
boys who's mouths can only drool,
not allowing any words to spill out.
and the teachers who stand at the front.
what do they know?
they teach me what they have been taught, but it isnt the same as knowing.
in truth, i know nothing.
it feels like forever until i am unleashed,
but only to move to a bigger cage.
and then what?
i know what i want.
i cant have it.
i'll have something different.
something infectious and cruel.
a 9 to 5 and stretch marks.
instant potatoes and a mortgage.
what life is that?
dont kill myself.
i won't.
i refuse to live a suffocating life.
in death my words can live on,
more vibrant than i have ever been.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lucifer's Lament

Where innocence is left to rot on the vine
you hid amongst the thorns
to pluck the flush of budding youth,
before the break of morn

from polished throne descend on me
blackened, scathed, scorned, and loathing
though offering to make amends
with caresses and  cajoling

"Ride with me under moonlight pale"
urged Lucifer's lament
"theres still time for me to be your everything
before that time is spent"

Deceit rolls off your cracked tongue, lolling
through teeth in wolfish grin,
you who were born the brightest star, 
though tainted now in sin

The strangulation of identity
bore the bitter fruit of lies,
withered, under your golden crown
exhaulted king of flies


Details | I do not know? | |

(I'm not frightened).

(I’m not frightened). 

(I’m not frightened. Barely alive…
Though I do recall my mother telling me about my birth) 

But have you seen what they do to people out there?
How they tear the flesh of screaming bones
how they feed the ground with death!
(Well… Its humans being humans. But don’t be frightened).

But have you seen the news lately?
Yesterday a man did something unspeakable to another man
and a woman said that she did what she did out of love…
(It always seems to have to do with love. Doesn’t it?
To get it or to get away from it.
Too little or too much…). 

(I don’t know…
But they like it when you cry.
They’ve been hurt too, you know.
And the sun is never new. It’s just you).

(What can I say?).

(I do appreciate my cigarette in the morning!
Every morning…
And I promise I’ll try to smile again. 
I’m sure I can make it this time!).

(And by the way…
You wouldn’t be so surprised, if you didn’t lie all the time).

(I don’t know why you lie...
And then again, perhaps I do.).



Lars Eriksen 2006,


Details | I do not know? | |

Smiling Old Sun

Hey, smiling old sun! 
you bring love to everyone,
your rays bring love to our days
and all things reign in peace.

the birds fill the blue sky,
flying free low and sky,
from our lips escape a happy sigh;

the heavens are all clear,
the call of the wild is here,
the summer dust they blow forever;

the chilly wind blows here and there,
the dancing grasses turn green,
you made them so with the rain.






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Cellblock 19 Bunk 3

Up again at three,
Before the bellowing guards and shuffling feet, 
The fluorescent dawn still hours away…

Hands too soft for hard labor
Dig crusty scales of brief escape
From the corners of watery eyes.
Hope dims as focus returns.
From my perch I survey
A sea of black iron bunks.
Shallow snores, dry coughs, wet farts.
Their dreams like their tattoos:
Crude and incomplete, childlike and menacing,
As threadbare and tattered as our bedsheets,
As pale and shadowy as the naked bulbs
Ever-burning at each end of our
Pink visqueen sky.

Now I recognize this place.
There is no justice here,
No reform, no rehabilitation, no reward,
Not even retribution.
Just the labored slumber
Of dry hopes and dreams of punctured flesh.

I close my eyes again, awaiting escape.


Details | I do not know? | |

Modern Day Jezebel (2005)

Wandering the damp dark street, jezebel,
No longer this picture of beauty, rather hell,
The taunts and abuse as people cruise,
Suppose it’s better than a punch or bruise,
A life of fear and immoral dirt,
Dignity replaced for a tatty short skirt,
A puppet on a string,
What happiness does this bring?
A body to sell
Why are you doing this jezebel?
Tears that money can never replace,
I wish that corner was always an empty space,
Down the gutter is my predication,
A vicious circle of addiction,
I have no right to look at you in a bad light,
God should judge what is wrong and right,
I understand we are put in pediments that are already sown
Its up to us to take the journey alone  


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Quid Pro Quo

You’re going around town telling all who care to listen
that I’ve got an axe to grind, I’m picking on your brain.
But you know damn well it is nothing like that at all,
you have been nasty and you are acting like a fool.

Remember when you were spreading innuendoes?
so I put you in your place, punched you on the nose.
How did it feel when you were at the receiving end,
it hurt so badly, didn’t it, you back-stabbing fiend?

You’re up to no good, you don’t amount to anything
and you do not realize all the harm that you bring.
You act so surprised why people stay away from you,
how can you be so naïve that you can’t see the clue.

Now you complain that I’m warlike, rough and mean,
yet you go on with your wicked ways just the same.
If you know what’s good for you learn how to behave,
lay off me and just hibernate in your lonely cave.

You sow what you reap and you reap what you sow,
at the end of the day it will always come back to you.
For the karmic wheel keeps on spinning, you know,
you may be up now but you could be down tomorrow.

So listen, buddy, here’s a piece of friendly advice:
try some kindness if you expect people to be nice.
Show some respect and you will get plenty in return,
never play with fire if you do not want to get burned.


Details | I do not know? | |

Senior Citizens/Our Future

Life sucks
And guess what
It only gets worse
Years of hard work
And bosses you hate
No pension plan

Now Social security check is always late
No medicare 
Or decent housing
Nursing homes when you’re too much to handle
Children doctors straight from college campuses

Brittle bones 
And lose of mind
Uncontrollable bodily functions
Limbs that won’t answer your command
Ungrateful kids who don’t have time to hold your hand

Massive heart attacks
Triple by-passes
Victims of strokes
And dirty dealers looking to cash in on old folks

27 dollars worth of food stamps
Your government says old people don’t need to eat that much 
Growing old in America should be better

Blame the baby boomers
Your time is here
But you’ve done nothing and their reality
Is now what you should fear~


Details | I do not know? | |

Love and Hate

Love and hate often intertwine
We search and search but we cannot find

We try to untangle but our minds our confused
Like a bomb on an airplane that we cannot defuse

We try to separate our friends from our foes
But the fist of reality hits us square in the nose

Options are low and our tensions our high
The snowball of stress could make a grown man cry

Anxiety and depression run ram bid around
Like when you leave Disneyland with a frown

Society and politics are all that we see
Movies, the radio, and that friggin T.V.

No wonder why were failing with the news that were fed
The reality of a second holocaust where all end up dead

Money, drugs, corruption and power
Are all the keys to make a kind heart turn sour

The bead of exhaustion drips down our brow
The possibility of insanity is very real right now

Why are we searching for something that's not there
True happiness is not a mask you can wear


Details | Narrative | |

A Lady And A Girl


A fair lady wandered from 
the scent-less garden, leaving it with a weary 
heart; she took her breathe and left. The garden 
was cool of her and stayed fresh all day, but 
when she grew tired, she found not the rhythm
of which she might have been able to give.

A fair lady wandered from 
the scent-less garden, leaving it with a weary
heart; she took her breathe and left. Wherever, 
she looked for fun, ‘cos it moves her, yet 
the garden has no idea, how and when 
and where she should dwell.

In a place, somewhere in her mind, 
where her love got lost,
a girl chanced upon her, with a story
to tell: “In the olden days, Queen sneaked 
away, at night 
to swim the sea of fire. She fell in
 
And got tangled. Now, 
the prize 
which her King asked 
to set her free, 
from guilt, was a simple vow that she should always 
sharpen-- the King’s sword, whenever she went out”.


Details | I do not know? | |

For The Committed Comedian

Why aren't you laughing now,comedian?
Your heart's wrecked on the meridian;
Been forgotten once others had their fill,
Don't care to tell,and never really will.

You were told,"Don't tease the meek,
They'll stay standing all week!";
Studied stammering,a senseless spell,
An ignorant delight of how an angel fell.

Forget to forget,at no added cost,
Those most un-Biblical sheep,now lost.
But,don't duck out of paying the bill,
Might not all end,once your heart's still.

Look,it's the Flash!Or,maybe,the Clash!
Just like some old episode of MASH,
Always idle,somewhere down the road,
It's stalled promise of a special load.

Thanks to the angry,reflected teen,
His bitter crawl keeps anxiety clean;
Here's to his corrosive non-belief,
Etched in imbellished bas-relief.

Remember to remember,well after dark,
This blight's cause,how it's grown stark,
All frozen inside,pitch as obsidian;
Not so funny,now,is it Comedian?


Details | I do not know? | |

Ink

You've dipped into the ink well again
Writing words without a pen
Your thoughts become etched in stone
In your world you're all alone

Take my words
Twist and turn
Take my words
Live and learn

Your heart is black
And that's okay
You'll always paint
Your world to grey

What's left for us
What can we say?
With your ink
You rule the day


Details | Lyric | |

17

Sitting at home all alone again
17 and still no friends
go hangout just me and myself
all alone, no one else 
just can’t fit in
no matter how hard I try
the world has left me to be by myself
solely a lonely guy


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm a little person

(This is a fictional poem)

I'm a little person and I'm glad.
Most people treat me good but some treat me bad.
Some people laugh at me but I'm able to rise above it.
It doesn't make me unhappy when I think of it.
I'm a little person and there's noone else I'd rather be.
God has blessed me with wit, charm and a loving family.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Days Of Wine And Noses

Yes, a big old red drinker's nose,
Shines upon your shabby clothes,
No time to look more neat,
Just take an open seat,
Raise your goblet to your lips,
Well, at least wine does not go
to your hips,
So "chill out"!" and have more sips,
Before the next rehab staff has fits

And your life essence begins it's slips,
And sober sanity's short time clips,
Of this world, it loses it's grips,
And your heart does flips,
When the last drop calls it quits,
As into your near empty glass drips,
The only solice you know trips,
The peaceful feeling of
a sailing ship's
Plowing through it's ocean strips.

So bottom's up,
And bottom's down,
One day you'll wear,
The sickman's frown.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Derby

Riving home form a trip 
gargoyles swimming 
in my thought - Laden 
head, 
gives me reasons to launch 
thissle blueprint maiden...voy                     Age
and allows me to gauge 
allsuch outrage...in this etat - d’orange...

Ravish radish coloring sky, 
like a twinkling wondering bye... 
  Foregone courage
eaten as if porridge,  
 like Hansel and Gretel   
stirring their own kettle
 (for finger fat-

ness madness)
 matters to all us 
Mad March Hare Hatters , 
non= haters + good greeters...

Parmesan graters upon 
wine-press stomping 
et raison = du chomping, 

of clandestine  Phillistines

   Of Churchill Downs Crispy Cremes, 

of warcrimes
 covered over by shiny chimes

nestled in the  warmer climes...

    Where we should now read 

His two lips

      While sucking 

Our Americanly drunken 

 Mint Juleps...?
	


Details | I do not know? | |

Genocide of the Poet

The world closes its eyes
Trepidation on pen on paper
Genocide of poets
Beside the thrash of the society
Hand in hand through the forest
Of smog and haze
Black and white existence
Color is an obsession of the past
Coffee houses become last resort
To martyr’s of the creative expression

Hidden in the corner
Dipped hats and cigarette smoke
Masks and oxygen to who remain
Deceased now, animals
Wedged in the headlights of a speeding car
Faint, it goes unnoticed
Unchanged by the trial of our hell
Sovereignty
Lungs crammed with damnation
Sorrow for the crumbling world
Forgotten times are lost eternally
Dylan picks up his coat and raises a toast
To those who still struggle
And disappears into the mist of urban lights


Details | I do not know? | |

The Victim

My insecurities are eating me
I feel as if life is cheating me
Karma can’t stand me
Bad luck won’t unhand me
Isolated from my family
And my friends don’t understand me
Ain’t my life just great?
Full of anger, sadness and heartbreak
Some things I wish I could take
But I have failed because of fate.
At the butt of jokes
Always alone
A 72 in high, and 2 ½ inch wide temple is my home
I live inside myself
My heart is where I hide myself.
All by myself
Everyday of every week
My temper has double-crossed my peak
I am under estimated
Emotionally incapacitated
Often considered the most hated.
Blindly called conceited
Always mistreated
But when it comes to memories
I always get deleted.
I live in a world that’s forgotten
Conniving thoughts that are rotten
Since I am always down trodden
I might as well be picking cotton
And doing the work of oxen
While grazing the field
Keeping to myself is my only shield.
It’s scary living in a world of billions
Out of everyone I am the chameleon
I am never seen and have gone unnoticed
No one would notice if I hocus pocused
But I’m always focused
And treated like a stranger
Everyday I am forced to be angered
If everyone else in the world died
I don’t know if I’d miss them
Because my whole life 
I was treated as the victim…


Details | I do not know? | |

In My Shoes

I am the kid that doesn’t exist
Some would consider me a doormat
This poem is kind of different because
It has a different format.
Do you know how it feels to be me?
Do you know what I mean when I say “See Me”?
Do you know how it feels to be rejected?
Do you know how it feels to always be disrespected?
Do you know how it feels to be disregarded?
Do you know how it feels to be treated like you are retarded?
Do you know how it feels to be alone?
Do you know how it feels to always be on your own?
Do you know how it feels to have a life you don’t want?
Do you know how it feels when friends and family put up a front?
Do you know how it feels to always get hurt?
Do you know how it feels to be considered a jerk?
Do you know how it feels to not want to live?
Do you know how it feels to give with nothing to give?
Do you know how it feels to have a bad day everyday?
Do you know how it feels to be mistreated in every way?
If you don’t here are some clues
Answer yes to all these questions 
And you would have walked in my shoes.


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Pettifogger

Prone to debating every insignificant dot, mark and comma,
Energetic, talkative demagogue on every subject and dogma,

Trapped by a belief that you have the last word on everything,
Truth truly escapes you now in your fanatical pursuit of a win.

In your desire to appear knowledgeable in every legal matter,
Freely you cite precedents not relevant to the circumstances.

On things that really count you have none to give except your 
Gargantuan shyster ego that recognizes no limit in its excess.

Go then to the canyons and there debate with your own voice -
Empowering it, fueling it, then stoking its fire - until it finally 
Reverberates across space before coming right back at you.




Details | Lyric | |

The Lady of Debauchery


In my passion I wallow, happily. And, I wanted 
much to live in a city, not of Gomorrah and Sodom, 
with her, but she took me off, to her world--- 
of confusion, deceit and debauched lifestyle; here, I 
can not see myself. There is neither a stream, 
nor a river, where I can till a word or two.  It would 
be very nice, if I just let her go away, without me.

In my passion I wallow, happily. I live a quiet life,
no glamour thou, counting syllable---of love, wisdom 
and hatred, yet, it was the best thing that ever 
happened to me, for I own this place, no one can force 
nor command me, what I have to do. Most of all, my voices 
are mine, everybody hears them, except for her---the lady 
of debauchery, the exquisite perfume, of my passion!



Details | Burlesque | |

I Want One Too!!!

like a spoiled, petulant child
I'll wail whenever I want!
'cause I ain't got the stuff
so many others seem to flaunt

no Mercedes, plasma screens
big bank accounts, and more
no $2000 suits, alligator shoes,
that's one thing I never wore

so I suppose I'd be better off
if my vision was not so good
then I'd never really notice
the rich ones in my "hood"


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The Caffeine Of Human Kindness

Startled to awakening,
blinds raised in reverent slumber,
  star-struck ghosts with sewn-up mouths
shine and moan, they've got my number.

The sun went super-nova,
lens flared into dark eyes,
  homespun webs of decaying lasers
in black cathedral skies.

All the while time brands the face
with irons hot and white,
  yet yawning lips and frozen clocks
kiss-count this endless night.

Guilty thoughts of people,
wrecked lives, distraught and torn,
  are the caffeine of human kindness
keeping company 'till the dawn.


Details | Free verse | |

Negativity's Spool

This spool of negativity
unraveled, sparked and metal lime
pierces eardrums in their skin
and wraps conundrums 'round the brain
It usurps all the confidence
which should be stored in violet bowls
to sip when low ignition strikes
and twines the weary, dragging souls
It threads the skin of counterparts
to skin cells loving anger
and twists it's turns through open mouths
to happiness endanger
This spool of negativity
spat and rolled by rotten tongues
will stretch and tear at the slightest tug
like paper silk gone soaked in rum
It dusts disintegration
and sleeps in rusty coils
and snakes through poison mushrooms
in the darkest forest soils
It winds a whisper metal lick
into the hearts of mighty men
constricting blood of pumping life
until they reach to sorrow's end
with thoughts too steep and oiled black
to negatively condescend...


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Serving Masters

I don't, for my life,
Understand why...
In my mind I still serve,
Long gone masters of my past...
Who've long forgotten me,
And to whom I wasn't worth...
A second glance to cast...
Yet inside I still seek to please
These treacherous masters,
Who once my loyalty did seize...
Regardless of this knowlege,
The haunting goes on...
Some day I pray shake it,
It was all but a con...


Details | Free verse | |

Hot Seat

Perched on my hot seat this morning,
I thought about this crazy world’s ills -
wars, hunger and global warming.
     
The more I pondered over them
the darker the prognosis became,
so I simply sighed, shrugged, then

pushed a knob and out went life’s burdens.
 


Details | Lyric | |

Magnificent 62



              Magnificent 62
To soon 
              To be 
                        Leaving the door 
                                                      Of love, I am just 48


Details | Free verse | |

In The Name Of My Blood


Looking 
In-between I painted you 
And colored your name
I did use….my blood


Details | ABC | |

Working the System

I got my squaw pushing out another papoose
I'm trying to increase my monthly government revenue
There is a sister soon to deliver number three
She is doing it out of greed, fear and love for me
A little redhead I am trying to give me a money maker
A couple of slaps should put her in line and awaken her
The special this month is 75 dollars for 50 in food stamps
The kids can live on water and corn beef hash
I am currently writing letters in the name of my hoes to our state rep
Telling them more revenue must be sent
I laugh as the middle income is paying for all this
They pay for our food, beer and cigarettes
Illegals cross the borders and receive a new life
Today I will find a Mexican honey 
No taxes once again on my money
I am using my street wisdom
I will always be working the system
Why should I work when I can get my income from my government hoes
When they beg for money, I tell them that's the way it goes
I tell them to sell themselves to support our children
They better have my money ready when a new month begins
I am now writing a book, that is forbidden
I will tell all how to work the system
If this offends you in one way or another
It's probably true, maybe you are one of my kid's mother


Details | Lyric | |

One-Sided Love Of Parental Marriage

Lend me your lips, that I may kiss you.
Lend me your eyes, that I may see you.
Lend me your ears, that I may hear you.
Lend me your hands, that I may hold you.
Lend me your feet that I may walk with you.
Lend me your heart, that I may feel you.
Lend me yourself, that I may know you.

Pass not like wind, without touching anything!

You have my lips, but you never kiss me.
You have my eyes, but you don’t see me.
You have my ears, but you don’t hear me.
You have my hands, but you don’t hold me.
You have my feet, but you walk not with me.
You have my heart, but you don’t feel me.
You have me, but you don’t really know me.


Ok, just tell me one thing, where is the paper!?

 


Details | Lyric | |

Gambled Time

Was blind to see
The path and cost of love
Soul regrets gambled time
I’m gone…


Details | Free verse | |

Mirror rorriM

Hanging on her every words
are you really losing grip
and dizzy head spinning spiral out?
seeing not who is there
but a watery reflection,
already bathing your wounds
in an ocean of self-regret,
melancholy indigo blue
vast, wide, and consuming you
morsel by morsel.
Do you even know her name?


Details | Free verse | |

Can you ttsae my pian?

My pian you may tstae.
Waht is the clouor of my sfufrenig?
Can you feel waht I feel?
Waht deos faer sleml lkie?
Asitnpetc..dtriy npeipas..
Snoced hnad chtlonig?


Details | Lyric | |

Asking Out

I’m sitting here in nervous anticipation
Will I do it today?
A melting pot of emotions,
some good, some bad
Will I work up the courage?
I guess well wait and see (I guess it’s all up to me)
The outcomes are running through my head
as I’m laying here in bed
Yes
No
Maybe
I just don’t know
only time can tell
Lingering doubts in my mind
are briefly washed away
with small glimpses of hope
Please don’t let me down
It’s happened so many times before
Please don’t let me down
I can’t take being let down anymore
I hope and pray everything works out
Crazier things have happened to me before
Just give it a chance
Give me a chance
Just give me one last chance to live


Details | I do not know? | |

Diffrent

I am different,
In many ways,
Clothes,
Thoughts,
Drawings,
Friends,
My clothes are different,
In many ways,
Black,
Chains,
Straps,
Baggy,
My thoughts are different,
In many ways,
Drugs,
Sex,
Suicide,
Murder,
My drawings are different,
In many ways,
Dark,
Depressing,
Sad,
Twisted,
My friends are different,
In many ways,
Preps,
Jocks,
Goths,
Nonsocial,
	I am me.
				I am different.




Details | Cowboy | |

Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

Oh, where have all the cowboys gone
That weren’t afraid to speak their mind?
Oh, where have all the cowboys gone—
Have they rode off with us behind?

We used to know the right from wrong
And not all things were for a buck—
Our boys once grew both tall and strong
And all they needed was some luck.

But things have changed in this dark land
And correctness is now the word—
We’re all afraid to take a stand
And America’s now absurd!

So now we take Christ from Christmas
And are afraid to say His name—
The ACLU now makes a fuss—
And we all have to play the game!

So now we all stick up our hands—
Robbed of what all the brave have died—
And let the bad guys make their plans
As our leaders played tricks and lied.

But our time will come once again
And we’ll ride strong and still be free—
If we call the Almighty, friend,
And open hearts and eyes to see.

Yes, where have all the cowboys gone
That aren’t afraid to speak their mind?
Yes, where have all the cowboys gone?
They have not left us all behind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bubble

It gets harder every day
But I can't pull away
From the way I feel inside
And I just don't understand why

Things have to be this way
We grew up believing in brighter days
Now all we see is slow decay
Why can't we just make this go away?

Every day, another struggle
Every day, another burst bubble
Who can help us
Pick up the pieces
Who can help us
Find the reasons?

Do we have a chance
Is it worth the struggle
Do we have to stay inside
This giant bursting bubble?


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Say a Word, Just Leave

Here I am, 
Again,
In awkward solitude,
Slaving myself thinking
…and thinking;
But, 
The mind won’t say a thing;
See 
What you’ve done, 
How could you make them cry?
I used to see 
Their smile,
But right now is anger and sadness
They feel;
You’ve caused the pain;
Don’t say a word, just leave!
Go
Go… to the man that’ll give you wealth;
That’s what you wanted;
If not,
You won’t be hurting us, when 
I was in Saudi, 
Working day and night
Just
For us, all. 



Details | Free verse | |

Teenage Rejection

Glasses thick, bottle style
in classes social and other,
condemn the wearer young and sweet;
jailed not of her own choosing,
but for her birth place in societal realms.

Though she strives-tries-cries,
never is heard her lonely wail,
even through words well placed
in offices of the high and mighty 
student council and miss jr high’s court of fools.

They see clearly her place 
as they ostracize willingly her tender youth
and without thought of tomorrow’s sorrow 
condemn her to the land of undesired carnage,
where she is devoured by teenage wolves.

She pleads, she screams her needs,
critical acceptance worlds away,
wanting only a friend sharing her cares,
getting only stares from foolish jesters
ignorant of love’s meaning true.

Asking why?? she is met: Blindsided
by a sinister thesis on teen angst
as unchanged as Newton's third law,
proven timeless through the awful reality 
of the junior high drama.


Details | I do not know? | |

Habits

The hole in my garage is getting larger,

I’ve thrown toys from older days in,

I let my friends jump in this hole

I let my neighbors, dogs, family, and my teachers jump in.

There’s very little space to track around my hole,

I woke up the other day to find the hole had ate up my garage

I was so scared of it,

I jumped from my protective space and had to cling to my walls

Swinging from curtains to the door that led out in the family room,

Watching for my footing, I slipped,

The hole knew where I was going so I got up and ran

It grew bigger and bigger, eating up all my belongings,

I reached for the door and my legs let out from under me,

My hands clutch for dear life onto my doorknob,

The hole knew of my desperation and grew bigger,

I cried out obscenities, I cried out for my friends, for my family, for help

I let go of the doorknob knowing I couldn’t last anymore,

For a split second a glimpse of my life and what could have been,

My mind took those memories to its core,

The door opened and a hand reached down,

I reached for the hand and reached and reached…


Details | Rhyme | |

Reflections from a Shattered Mirror

Sitting alone like a fool
No Self Esteem, she is drowning in a pool.

In a battle to feel whole
She feels as if she is half a soul

Heaven won't spit her out,
because she will scream and shout

This isn't a joke and with every tear,
She is giving up hope and building up fear.

When will it end?
For now she will have to fend.

God, shine your light and make her world seem bright
She isn't your only child, but a lonely child and wants to feel right.

Extend your hand and she will understand,
the Mirror she stares at is shattered

The pieces can be put back together,
don't make her wait forever...


Details | Cowboy | |

Those Halcyon Hero Days

Smiley sold autographs and pieces of his hat, they say—
In halcyon movie days when heroes just blew away.

There came a time western movie jobs were sparse as hen’s teeth,
And Ken and Kermit Maynard retired and lived on relief.

Ken was reduced to a trailer on a Hollywood lot,
Where he nursed pride and bottles and dreamt of what he was not.

And fans that came to talk with him had no need of poses,
As long as they brought ‘long a bottle of Seven Roses.

Then Ken would show them his fancy holsters with guns loaded—
And he’d relive days again of heroes and villains he goaded.

But though he did not have much, those guns were still his prize—
“He’d not sell them for anything,” was written in his eyes.      

Two pension checks were all he lived on, and they seemed paltry—
One from government and a false named one from Gene Autry.

So it went with now rare jobs, he lived more like a hermit—
But even with the drink, he outlived his brother Kermit.

And so it went in better times when cowboys had their say—
In halcyon movie days when heroes just blew away.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #6 / The boy

The boy heard the familiar tune
wafting through the radio at midnight
as he lay alone in his bed, enshrouded
in darkness – “to be a rock and not erode”
cautioned the singer, but the boy
could not help but wonder
who his girl was making love to that night
and he could not help but cry.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #12 / Her face

Her face, once pale and sweet as honeysuckle,
now conjures forth ghosts and emptiness
her voice, once a choir of bells and angels,
now scratches at my soul like witches’ nails.
What happened?
I am vexed.


Details | Verse | |

What Are We Going To Do?

It’s not so much the things I see but more the things I feel.
The stability that we once knew, no longer exists it’s like nothing is real.

You know when the oil companies gross per year billions of dollars in profit,
They’re destroying our economy and the government is letting them, that just doesn’t fit.

They’re causing us to suffer and loose everything we’ve got,
 And I don’t like it a little bit as a matter of fact I think I’m about to get hot.

I don’t know about you but I think enough is enough,
It’s past time and I think it’s time Americans vent their stuff.

Maybe if we pick one major oil company and refuse to buy from them,
We could make things tough maybe even grim.

Force them to lower their prices then the rest might fall in line,
We’ve got to do something more than complain and whine.

And a new president ain’t going to change a thing,
Mark my words it’ll be more of the same old, same old they bring.

Truthfully they don’t care, because they’re above all the problems we face,
We’re just a statistic that’s taking up space.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hole (2000)

An absence leaves a hole 
Imagine trying to run before you stroll
You’re left with a learning gap
If you can’ survive your in a deadly trap
Life is a social process that we have to take
Some are unfortunate they have to forsake
The absence left is hard to fill
It’s rolling down before you climb the hill
Imagine not having a father or mother
Image not having a sister or brother
Imagine one of them doing half their role
You will be left with a huge hole


Details | Rhyme | |

The Saint and The Hypocrite


He lives his faith simply, humbly and honestly,
he does not sit in judgment nor is he preachy,

neither does he act sanctimoniously in any way,
he teaches himself to be God-fearing and saintly.

Politicizing religion, claiming moral ascendancy,
piously pretending from the pulpit that he is holy

yet, demonizing anyone who dares to disagree,
he is the perfect picture of blatant hypocrisy.

Never complaining even while accepting blame, 
when transgressing he feels a sense of shame.

He applies the rules to others rather severely
but to himself reserves loopholes and leeway.

Not content that he forever remains the same,
he confronts his flaws and fights to right them.

He hurls accusations on just about anything 
yet he is more wicked when no one is looking.

The lowly saint is cognizant of his human frailty,
holding no pretensions, his life an open book.

The hypocrite is the guardian of  our morality
while he keeps a mistress hidden in the nook.

The saint knows he is weak and tries his best,
the hypocrite thinks he is nobler than the rest.

The saint is worthy of emulation, dead or alive, 
the hypocrite is worth nothing except to his tribe.




Details | Ode | |

Untitled #45 / Scribbles

Gray scribbles scratched into black desks
the pent-up hatred of a thousand fiery days
J.Y.’s work is lost, but his rage
radiates and multiplies in our quiet moments


Details | Lyric | |

This Kind Heart

Curse this kind heart, 
No good comes from it
When it feels,
I fall apart
It never heals,
It wants what can’t be real
The hours I’ve wasted,
The time I’ve spent,
I waste it on them,
The ones who want no help
I waste it on them,
Those stuck in Life
I waste it on them,
Those who live in strife
Sleepless nights,
Ceaseless fights
All in vain,
Because they just keep causing themselves pain


Details | Lyric | |

Fall '05

Digging through the trash I find inside myself,
discovering more and more things to hate.
I hate the way I give and give,
letting others use my generosity.
I hate the way I’m always too blind to see,
that so many are just using me.
I hate the way I let my friends go.
There is so much I wish I could let them know.
Like how much I love them,
how much they mean,
everything they’ve done for me.
I hate how I can never open up to others in reality,
but in this cyberworld, my mind and heart are on display.
I hate how when I finally try,
I stumble over myself,
growing even shyer.
I hate how when I say what I mean,
others don’t mean what they say.
I hate how I can’t change who I have become,
how the life in me just feels like letting go.
I hate how I see no hope,
how I see no love.
I hate how I find myself doubting an existence above.
I hate the way I keep just wasting away,
fretting over an inability to find a new love.
I hate that I feel.
I hate that I want to love and be loved.
I hate how I apologize for finally speaking my mind,
for finally standing up for myself.
I hate how I keep regressing into depression,
how I never seem to find a way out.
I hate how I hate myself,
and I hate how I am afraid it may never change.
I hate how I fear everything will be exactly the same.


Details | Free verse | |

My Image

Allow this stranger of another species to become me. how i dare not breathe 
because of my own me. Of all the things that i believe. Of all the things i conceive. 
I'd pick you. Through my journey's. all my paths what forth can i not adhere to. I 
stick with my past. For they seem to last. an won't let this stop me. this has not 
yet  opt to me. Let me go i want to breathe, the air you breathe. the way you walk, 
talk in your sense, know your time of gesture. I am what you want me to be. I can't 
be what anybody else see's. Im just your foreshadow. What the outside sees 
before the inside does. Help me get me out of here. Oh i can't im stuck until you 
die away and remember you are beautiful. Inside and out. Im your mother. Im 
your Mirror Image.


Details | Free verse | |

Poison to My Ears

You speak and its poison to my ears
You tell of love
And a life spent together
But its lies
They are all lies
You betrayed her trust
But you will never betray mine
I refuse to give you my trust
For every thing spilling from your lips is a lie
You are despicable and unworthy of love
You spent the years using her for your gain
You left her once in the hope of gaining me
You failed then 
And now you wish to try again
You will fail again
You will always fail
What does she see in you
Why does she let you abuse her thusly
She gives you her love 
And this is how you treat her
You are the lowest form of scum
A parasite feeding off of a loving women
You have no decency or remorse
You will continue to use and abuse her
And she will continue to let you
But I refuse to be your new source of enjoyment
Your new plaything
So spread you lies somewhere else
Before I show you how deserve to be treated


Details | I do not know? | |

Free Fall


   once living in a tower
    but now out of power,
     can't get any lower.


Details | Free verse | |

And I am Your's

give me a smile,
just say hello,
don't push me away,
for I will soon go,

just let me feel,
more than an ant
not one to be stepped on
but one that you can't

I aint askin' for much
just a tad of cordiality,
grant me this simple wish,
and if you so desire,
no more of I will you ever see.


Details | Lyric | |

Happy Face

Put on the happy face for everybody else’s sake
Make them think you’re a-okay
Make them think that everything’s fine
that you’re as happy as you’ve ever been
But deep inside is where you hide everything you really feel
Let it all simmer for awhile hoping it doesn’t boil
Just keep it all with you so they don’t have to worry
Let it all slowly eat away at every fiber of you being
while everybody thinks you’re so happy that you could sing
Just keep it all where it belongs
deep inside yourself
Don’t burden others with your troubles
Why kill their good moods?
Just put on your happy face	
so that nothing seems out of place


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Wasted Life

arrogant with the power
of worthless money
devaluing his growth
in search of comfort

loathed by his companions
over his blindness
accomplishing misdeeds
heaped one upon the other

lost, lost
searching for what he's denied
falling victim
to his wants

his eyes 
obscured by mists of greed
and selfish concern
his heart
stiffled by pain
turned inward

at war with his existence
and seemingly unaware
of the condradiction

a wasted chance
one smile of gratitude
one thought of
selfless love
of more value
than his palace
and his armies

one reflection
on his existence
denied

no one can tell him
he can't hear
he can't see
he can't feel
his own heart beat.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

talk away or walk away

you would never told me what the problem was, 
what made you think I could read your mind?
I've asked you to open up to me
but you would always say " not at this time"
I don't know how to reach you any more
you can't seem to meet me half way
I'm tired of beating my head against this wall
this game I no longer wish to play
I've suggested we get some counseling
so that we could maybe work this out
but all you did was give me a look
like I was talking out the side of my mouth
I'm getting to old for this nonsense
It's about time that we make some change
either we sit down as adults and discuss this
or a separation can be arranged
It's not that I don't love you
but at times you are difficult to like
you need to develop some communication skills
or you need to just take a hike
so when you're ready to sit down and talk
and we can deal with this thing
give me a call on my cell phone
and maybe I'll answer when it rings




Details | I do not know? | |

The Chosen

Whisper the death of many to come
How could you have known?
You only spoke to some
Only some were shown
Yet they saved themselves on that day
The rest, they perished alone
Were you forced by god to pray
You chose the righteous as you roamed
You had the power
You cast it aside
Caused many to cower 
Because of your pride
The failing that is you
Compounds now each time
There is now nothing you can do
What you did, an unforgivable crime


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

What's Up?

My sandbox is dirty
My hourglass takes 
an hour and a half
And everyone seems
to be writting,
My epitaph
The mountains much taller
Than just a year ago,
And for some strange reason,
I understand only a fraction
Of what I once used to know
And the children running
All the major companies
Anxious to reduce
My social service 
Can't see the forest
for the trees

Once I was young
And eager to advance
And all I can say,
I had my chance
Now I'm relegated
to the back room,
Put on a dusty shelf
Told I have to learn,
To take care of myself

What's up?
When did it change so?
Where are those things,
I used to know?

So I sit quietly here,
I don't make a sound,
I don't move a muscle,
Especially if someone
is around.
I'll just fade to black
To time's ebony crevasse
And await my ultimate fate
To come to me at last.


Details | Free verse | |

Begging

Shoot me now
Kill me please
I’m begging you
I’m on my knees
Make it all go away
Make the pain end
Stop my broken heart
from ever beating again
I am bleeding and I’m needing you more and more
I am begging you
if you have a heart
just do your part and stop this pain inside my heart
and end my life today


Details | Rhyme | |

Censorship

Censorship is Dictatorship.
A Fraction of the Population causes a Media Sensation. 

Our right to choose what we see and hear.
Controlled by a group that exists on instilling fear. 

They can censor within their own Domain.
When it comes to mine, they must Refrain. 

I make my own choices and Decisions!
They need to take control of their own homes by making Revisions!

Citizens boasting censorship have no self control. 
Therefore they create a communist patrol. 

They can hit a button to change the channel.
Alternatively they decide to form a panel.

Censorship is Communistic.  
Quiet the voices of the Opportunistic.

Their attempt to control our entertainment Thrives.
It’s time we take back our own Lives! 

You do have a choice!  
Use your voice!


Details | Free verse | |

The Queen


Oh yes, today just like yesterday, 
she promises,
to love me more! 

But, when the music begins 
to summon her, with a passionate melody
and its calling…

Ahh! When the music plays
that needs her attention, she 
uncompromisingly looks back

At the central stage,
where she was once a queen,
…and searches for the aroma of her night lovers.


Details | Free verse | |

Carrying On

There’s a hemorrhage of thoughts and memories killing me each day
Why won’t you just leave me alone
so that maybe I could live today?
Not a day passes by when you’re not on my mind
How can I carry on
when you’re stealing all my time?
I lie awake trying to sleep
but you keep coming up to me
Every time I close my eyes
I know you’re the only thing I’ll see
Why can’t the memories leave
just like you left me?
It’s driving me insane
each and every day
They’re causing me such pain
causing such dismay
I wish that they would leave
That my mind would be mine again
Images of you keep dancing in my head
They taunt me
They haunt me
They make me think of death
It’s burning in my blood
angering me as time goes on
I’m angry at the world
most of all myself
for letting it get to me
A virus in my head
killing all that’s good
A disease in my brain
leaving me ashamed
I am alone


Details | Burlesque | |

Crawling Down the Social Ladder

When I was born,
And for the first 5 years,
We lived in Brooklyn,
"King's County" you should know,

Then we moved to "Queen's"
Yup, "Queen's County" 
A small step down the royal ladder,
One that hardly seemed to matter

Next, I went to "Nassau County",
As if on a royal cruise,
Maybe a royal vacation,
Didn't seem like much to lose...

And now I'm in "Dutchess County"
And I'm startin' to see a pattern,
When will end?
When I finally reach Saturn??

So let's take the logical steps ahead,
At least those until I'm dead....
I guess by all rights,
Next will be "Earlville" in my sights,

Followed by "Knight'sbridge" I
would tempt to guess,
You see where I'm heading?
This surely is a mess...

Next "Serf-town" I would predict,
Any lower, and I'll be sick!!

But we haven't ended our descent,
Cause from there, to "Leper'sLand"
I went.....

I'm not even go on any further,
Cause the thought becomes too scary,
But if I had to venture a guess,
Sometype of slimy worm, I'd think...
would be Mother Nature's last jest!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Question to Reality

Given faith robbed of truth
or blessed with shortsight cursed with hope
Which side of this coin are we
enraptured in belief dismayed in perfidy?


Details | I do not know? | |

America ..... Free To You!

A lone Indian brave,
Sitting upon his horse,
Looking out across the valley,
The valley, so green, so lush.
What could he be thinking?
What is happening to his world?
A life unfurled, for all to see.
Come, take advantage of me.
Take all that I have,
Then leave me with nothing,
Not  even a thank you.
For this is the life I have chosen.
So that you can prosper,
In your own country,
After you have taken all from me,
And left me begging, for a meal,
For some company.
For I love you and your country,
More than my own.
It is ok that you wage war upon me,
My people, my country.
I am so glad you are a friendly country,
An allied, to me and my country.
For if not you might destroy us,
Destroy us all, 
If you were not a friendly nation,
You might come into my country,
By the thousands, by the millions, 
And take advantage of us,
Slowly, but surely,
Take over my country.
You can have it, 
As long as I don’t have to think about it,
Just let me hide in my corner,
In my corner I hide,
So I will not know the hurt,
You bring with you,
From your country to mine.
Thank you for being a friendly nation,
A country next to mine.


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled # 7

Infected my tissues, 
your lust shown 
as scars on my appendages, 
Wounds heal overtime, 
overcast 
my desire with this sedative, 
So dream of that angel, 
crimson wings, 
Halos broken from the arrogance, 
My intentions were pure, 
not to harm, 
But destruction is my therapist.. 


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Pimped

Somebody pimped my "crib"',
Now they done broke my rib,
I "axed" you to be nice,
Butt all's you got is brain mice,
I'm a gonna shut this town on down,
And move around like no one's clown,
I'm in my "hood",
And it is berry good,
So don't mess with me,
Or my "homies" you'll see.


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Distance

Bring back memories,
Hold on to sunny days,
It feels like centuries,
Since we parted ways.

New journeys were bound,
Away from our hometown,
Dreams were scattered around,
Distance let us down.

I breathe loneliness,
Missing your lovely smile,
I search for completeness,
While counting each mile.

The sky is light blue,
But my heart is dark gray,
I miss you oh so true,
you’re too far away.

Bring back memories,
Hold on to sunny days,
It feels like centuries,
Since we parted ways.


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Tenement Lot

A spot
On the urban blight
Where once stood
A faded five
Story hovel
For the poorest of
the poor

Fallen in
final decay
Victim of time
Neglect, hopeless
poverty
Political impotence

No flowers,
No ripe tomatoes
Not even marajuana
Just the weeds
Of poverty
Smashed, broken
glass of dreams
Dead in their infancy

When reality set in
No cucumbers, no lilies,
A few times
An unplanted corpse
Of this weeks murder


An unholy offering
To the Devil,
Janitor, custodian,
And owner of
this concentrated
bastion of hell

No meadow views,
No gardens of wonder,
No horses running free
No freshly painted red barns

No fluffy clouds
No visions of wonder
No hope on the horizon
No chance to escape

Doomed to poverty
Doomed to crime
Doomed to a life
Wandering without point

Sure, there are
Places of wonder
Places of beauty.
But not here.
Not anywhere near here

And these people
Have no hope
Of laying on
a grassy meadow.
There is no Glen
of wonder here
There are no castles
on the East River.

This is the realm of despair.
Where drug laced
Zombies walk the streets
Infected hookers
guard their turf.
Where no hope 
does dwell 
in what is
Naught but hell.


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Seasons of the Damned

Birds perch on trees 
cavorting, singing,
happily proclaiming 
a day's awakening.

Leaves spring forth 
from tiny boughs
smiling, greeting,
softly saying hello.

Flowers burst out
in wild, vivid colors,
wanton, shameless,
amid hills and plains.  

As fishes leap wildly,
the brook flows lazily,
freely on its long way 
to the wide open sea.

Then just as suddenly
all come to a standstill,
screwing up the living,
changing life to death.

Birds are there no more,
lifeless the firm branches
where they used to play,
into gold turn the leaves,
making bare the trees.

And come white blankets
enveloping the silent earth,
turning bleak and desolate
what once teemed with life.

Seasons come and they go,
returning and then departing,
but what never, ever changes
is man’s mad march to war. 


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Unreasonable (2005)

An excuse just to lash
Every word a slash
Twisted until my blood pours 
No reason of course 
A simple request turns in to fury
I don’t want every bit of life in front of a jury
Why are they so unreasonable for?
We run the shop and they break the law
We want justice and peace 
They want a fight that will never cease 


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Wonderful World

Wouldn’t it be a wonderful world
if every brokenhearted boy got
the girl of his dreams
It seems this world is unjust
or perhaps we’re all just losers
No matter how the picture’s painted
the beauty of it all is faded
in the shadows of our dismay
They say history never repeats itself
but it repeats itself everyday
Good men go unloved
while the vile ones are adored
Modest women are looked down upon
because so many just want whores
But it’s the appreciative male
who treasures a woman for who she is
and not what she has
who must pay for the pain caused by
every single predecessor
that only wanted to undress her


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If Poetry Were War

If poetry were war
The form would not portray
Rhyme nor reason

The writer is possessed
By a corrupted muse
Who knows no shame

Thirsting for a power
A need to conquer all
Even to death

The loud and ranting words
Lies to achieve an end
Hidden agendas

If poetry were war
The poem would have no end
Just endless lies 


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The Dead Hand

( Since 1987, a group of Ugandan military rebels, called the Lords Resistance army has
been kidnapping, raping and torturing Ugandan children.At Night, these children are forced
to leave their villages and walk for miles to safe cages, in hopes that they won't be take
by the LRA...They have been dubbed The Night Walkers.This is my response to them...)

Everything I see leaves a mark on my soul

And it is with this bleeding heart that I suffer with you

I am there when the nights are long and weary

Watching the devils pour out of the darkness

To take you sons and rape your daughters

I am there to wait for the smoke to clear long enough to survey the wreckage

The Horrors not meant to burden the human soul

And I am there to feel the fires

To count in silent despair

To cover the bodies

Your husbands

Your brothers

The tiny hands of a wasted nation

Knowing that there are enough tears within us all to soak the cracked earth upon which you
stand, to wash away the dirt and ages from a million hardened faces and fill the hollow
pits of swollen stomachs

But you are the forgotten ones

Alone in your grief

And for that I am sorry

So instead I lay my heart next to yours and watch as the army of faceless monsters march
your babies into darkness

Forced to kill their fathers and brothers

Raping the bodies of their sisters and mothers

Waiting in bated frustration as the dead hand of abhorration is laid across the forheads
of your young

And even now I stand beside you

Shaking my fist at an unrelenting sky

Screaming into the deaf ears of a world devoid of humanity

Crying away your forgotten sorrows

It is with this bleeding heart that I call out but there is no answer


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I Think The Storm's Gonna Come

Listen to the wind outside,
it’s blowing so hard,
I think the storm’s gonna come.

Look at the clouds,
they’re becoming too dark,
I think the storm’s gonna come.

Then comes the rain
sweeping at the window pane,
see the trees dancing swiftly
throughout the day.

Soldiers are getting ready
for the big day,
it’s the month of May.

I hear explosions
while sitting near the door
far from my home.

I hear some footsteps
running by the doorstep,
I can’t find the time to sleep.

I see a fellow
lying in a ditch too shallow,
he will never see tomorrow
and I can feel my sorrow.

A storm is raging,
there’s a lot of mourning,
I can’t understand the meaning.

Listen to the wind outside,
it’s blowing so hard,
I think the storm’s gonna come.


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Awesome

Am I as awesome as you make me out to be? 
Why can’t I see these things
that you see in me?
Am I the only one that sees
the screwed up side of me?
If I could be the person you see,
I could be much happier.
I’m laughing on the outside 
while I’m dying deep within.
Help me out my friend. 
Is there a way to kill
the demons on my back? 
Why do you see this great guy who’s happy?
Why do I know the truth about me? 
Why do you like me? 
There’s no reason for you to. 
I am ugly,
as depressing as can be.
Why do you say I am such a good friend?


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