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Details | Blank verse | |

Twixt Blaze and Claw

Abuses hurled and Alcohol gurgled,
In the vortex of confusion
And blurred vision.
Intoxicated pleasure from surreal leisure.
Fooled senses and numbed conscience.
Wiped existence of love and kindness cuffed.

Lashed at the one he once loved.
Cringed and clung to her faint faith.
She and her cursed fate.
Exploding paroxysm of hate.

Her whipped ivory skin and bleeding lips,
Eyes with teary tinge,
Has the harvest moon singed.
Stillness of the night, pierced
By memories of bitterness-sodden years.

"Hurt me not", she trembled with fear,
"let me live for my girl, dear".

The cries colored skies crimson.
Just one reason--Her little girl.
 
As her daughter stared
With flaming locks and eyes that flared.

By Angom Amy (15)


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 | Acrostic | |

C H A O S

Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.

Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.

Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.

Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.

Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.


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 | Personification | |

Not Really

How it must hurt you so on days like this,
  Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
   Confused  you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
    I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
    It's not real and  all in your head  is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
    All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you  almost every day,
   Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
   But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
   You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
    What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
    You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
    By listening with your heart your path will be shown.
TAC


Details | Elegy | |

Let Go

A long list of names with not a friend among them
Is it just of book of hidden faces
Forgotten faces?
Not a single word I've ever said was
written with truth
And here's the proof

When there's tears streaming down my face
Stuck in place
Is a smile that is a lie
When every time  I look around
I want to die

No friendly faces, in the brightest of places
And I can't make a sound
Is this life or is it just a dark hell
 How is one to live without living
Feeling lonely
Lost in a sea of sound

The darkness inside me
Is seeping through my heart
and making me lose my self control
Turn the shower up higher so they don't hear me cry
It's all I can do, just living a lie

The friends I thought I had
left when I was reaching my lowest
Now as I sink below the surface
The sun is the dimmest of lights

Scratching at my sides
Not ready to go back to the blade
So long gone, I've reached the breaking point 
but I'm afraid to let go


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 | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Free verse | |

fearful, fearless


i’m scared.
scared of odd little things:
glass doors,
windows,
leading to the outside world.
paranoia of unexpected guests,
curled under cupboards, and strangers stabbing on sidewalks.
i’m alone in my dark fantasies.

and yet, i’m unafraid.
i crave the reckless life, cheating, binging on drugs and sex and life.
the life where i’m the unknown girl that everyone knows.


Details | Rhyme | |

We're Just Sinful Human Beings

We’re Just Sinful Human Beings! All of us are just sinful human beings! Scripture says; “the heart is sinful above everything!” Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away… Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day! God made Adam and Eve, with perfection! But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection! He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice. It was up to them to listen to his voice. They had all they could want, with one instruction. Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction. Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind. And their disobedience affected all of mankind! Since that time, mankind has needed atonement! Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment! Only his blood can wash away sin’s dark stain! It can only be found when one calls on Jesus’ name! We’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory! But wait! This doesn’t have to be the end of the story! God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU! The love and blood of Jesus, can make you BRAND NEW! His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange! You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed! This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take! Won’t you do it now? For eternity’s sake??? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Free verse | |

They're Watching You

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
check out the daily news.

Henchmen rob bank,
two officers killed,
change channel.

Reality T.V.
a celebraity stumbling out of a club,
drunk as hell.

Change channel,
a gay couple buying a house,
in a white collar neighborhood.

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
even when you don't know it.

Someone is always watching you.
Take out the trash,
wash the dishes.

Watching,
survalling,
like a camera.

Terrorists,
they're always watching you,
Politians always watching you.

School teachers,
police,
FBI and CIA
Always watching you.

Smile for the camera
they're watching
so just wave and smile.

Bullies on playground jungle-gyms
looking out for the ugly nerd,
found him.

Hiding under the woodchips,
get him, beat him up,
I told you, they're always watching you.

Look at me,
look what I can do,
can you see me?

I'll drink to that,
cheers,
for they're always watching.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nothing More Or Less

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

What Will I Do Where Will I Go

 UNSUPPORTED CODE What Will I Do?   Where Will I Go?

What will I do?  Where will I go?
Which direction I’ll take…  I don’t really know!

In just a moment, I lost all,  that I worked hard to get…
I’m thinking of “letting go.”  
But haven’t done it yet…

The things I held so close...  Have all disappeared.
It happened so fast.  It’s kind of “weird.”

Those I call my friends, don’t really know
 what to say.
Most of them shake their heads, and walk away!

I’ve cried myself to sleep many days and nights.
It’s like someone has “turned off the lights.”

The only one I know, that I can turn to, is Christ alone!
I need him to heal my broken heart and home.

Dear Jesus, will you take some time to help me out?
I know that helping people is what you’re about!

Please help me to pick up the 
pieces that are scattered!
Help me to focus on the things in life
 that really matter!

I need to give you, all of my focus and attention!
I need your word to show me
 some clear direction!

You’re the one that I always need to hold on to!
I need to do this, and to completely trust you!

Thank you Jesus for listening
 and answering my prayer!
I’m thankful that you’re someone who really cares!

Thank you for restoring my life,
 that has been “up-ended.”
With your love, my heart has been
 healed and mended!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Shattered Normality

sounds of gunfire
    shatter a warm afternoon...
         one more lockdown

gray feral pigeons
     scatter from their rooftop nests  ...
         tomorrow's headline





Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | Free verse | |

Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


Details | Quatrain | |

Future Shock

Future Shock
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.

We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.

The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.

Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | I do not know? | |

Why me

Why me
Why me dear god 
Why the hell me!
I did all you asked 
I’ve even played the card 
Of a good girl, the one 
Everyone wanted me to be.
Why can’t you save me.
I’m hurting immensely 
And no one care not even slightly.
How could you allow me to fall 
So deep, so far into misery.
I’ve grown to hate myself so much so
I’m that demon within the angel 
That you see.
I’m crying out for help
And not once did you show me sympathy.
Like everyone else you pretend to care
My prayers are just words you refuse to here.
You watched the tears ran down my cheeks
And didn’t send an angel to watch over me.
I don’t want to be part of this world anymore
Just set me free….
Sleeping forever is where I are to be.

05/05/09


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Signs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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TAROT

Pull all your cards again today
But try and keep your dark away from play

Voices clearly see what is to see
What these mean is to be our future plea

A cross, A tower, A key, A flower
These are yours to keep, its power

For a day the story all but rang true
Deep inside your knowledge too

You knew all along what they meant
Just was not you, You thought they were bent

Try again if you care too much
Then the truth will ring clear and such

Don't be afraid of learning your fate
Its like when you know already that you are late

Never be afraid to read whats ahead
Unless you think you may already be dead

Pull your cards again today
But try and keep your dark away from play

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Oh Yohanes

Oh Yohannes
I must be honest
I’ve got a jones for you
And when I saw you, 
I remember the sun reflecting
rays of light on your skin 
so bronze, so peaceful, so simple

I wanted to tell you all my secret
desires and temptations
and kiss you and hold you close
and when I realized I was dreaming
and that this feeling was a hoax
I began to be led astray 
by sexual desires and thoughts of foul play

but in the meantime
I have fun with the fantasy of imagining  you beside me
I stay up countless nights thinking
about how we could defy gravity
and how we could somehow reverse all the laws of sanity
and just do something crazy
I can’t make it stop
I must be crazy

And when my eyes closed...
I wanted to fall in your arms and tell you about all the fantasies that were created in honor of you

And tell you how your eyes seem to remind me that it’s okay to be beautiful

Oh Yohannes
I must be honest 
Your deeply rooted stare 
will long remain a part of my fire
and my insanely human desire to make love 


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.

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Details | Blank verse | |

a tv star

A TV. Star. 

The man hiding in the light his persona, sparkling
sunglasses not enough when we gloried in his 
mesmerizing peculiarity. We saw not the sinister
black shadows behind him… except, from time to 
time we felt revulsion a glint in his eyes and shark 
teeth that told of what we didn’t want to know. 
He died a much loved hero, the abused stayed silent.
Now the dark hideous nature of the man is for all to 
see; and must bring shame of those who knew but
for the sake of his fame never spoke out. Pedophiliac, 
the seducer of children, his clunking gold chains we 
followed, to the tune of greed into the dark abyss of 
fear and loathing. 


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Mirror

How would it feel
to wake up and look in the mirror
and see that your face is a woman's?

Prob pretty good, 
cause you wouldn't have to shave and
you could paint up your new face
any way ya wanna.

How would it feel
to wake up and look in the mirror
and see that your face is dark chocolate colored?

Prob pretty good
cause it's such a beautiful color
until you run out of gas after dark and have to
walk the streets to a gas station knowin' the first cop sees ya will harass ya.

How would it feel
to wake up and look in the mirror
and see the face of Jesus?

Prob would be freak-out
cause chances are Jesus don't
look anything like how he's been pictured.


Details | Light Poetry | |

PROUDLY NAKED

In the dark
Beyond the reach of light
When the day is clothed in black cover
And color, height and size exit the stage
When all, without exception is levered
By the highest commonest decimal of nudity
Devoid of illusion of furs and feathers
Tempting the eyes of shamefulness and shamelessness
In dead dark night nakedness
We return to beings called human
United with the effervescent rhythms of nature
A turn, and back behind the beginning, we are
Turning the time to timeless Eden
Stripped of all trappings and wrappings
Of façade and fallacy of fashion;
Vile fame and vain fortune
Base beauty of clothed eyes
We become knotted with the elements
Stark naked as we once were
When nude culture was the couture
In the stark dark night
We stand naked and true
Naked; pristine, pure and proud





Details | I do not know? | |

Sigh

Fabricated lies boundless,
Without a cause.
Words of promises
Left forgotten.
Abandoned soul
Heart less and alone.
Tears of sadness recognized
But not accompanied.
04/09/09


Details | I do not know? | |

Demolished

I’ve never hit rock bottom so hard.
I got up but it feels like I’m still sitting down.
I’ve never felt pain so bad
To the point where I just can’t function.
The memories I can’t seem to erase
They replay in my head constantly until I’m in tears.
I’ve never had my heart broken so bad
That just picking up the pieces crumbles in my hands.
I’ve never felt so alone.
That even while you hold me
I can’t feel your arms.
I’ve never been so depressed in my life
That even a psychiatrist don’t know my diagnosis.
There is only one way to go but up.
But my ladder keeps sliding down.
I run, jump, skip, hop.
Defeat lays on my breastplate.  


12/23/12


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I find myself with questions pending

I find myself with questions pending, to many of the years that I face defending. Most of us all look at each day as another new chance to last. When things go bad and they do, every man for himself tied to the mast.

The storm is rising above the eastern skies, you know I speak the right answers, I can see the anger building in your eyes. So do me a favor and stop working all your lies…

Lying down flat on my back trying to live my life, I fail to comprehend in my own soul ready to descend. Poisoned by the things we watch on televisions, we face things on this planet with our own evil twisted dimensions…

Controlled by the media protected by the law, it makes you wonder how many truly saw? We all need to stand up to face that brick wall; some may make it through to fight, while some shall surely fall. Even after we learn to walk, some times it is best that we need to stop and learn again how to crawl…

Some people seem to be wasting their time living on this earth, not knowing whom or why we are here sense the day of their birth. When you watch the news about the wars, what comes to mind? Are you seeking that righteous answer, inwhich we may never truly find?


Details | Terza Rima | |

SHADOWS

Could spectres conceal inscrutable plot, 
while following lives with clandestine eyes:  
mocking each movement with grace we have not.  

Caste-less company of foolish and wise, 
elusive and tireless, always impend: 
fleet, ever positioned to criticize.  

Noiselessly waiting at each journey's end 
watching and judging, without acquittal, 
deeds that we're proud of, and some to defend.  

Their aloofness lessens us, belittles 
as around all they swoop, dread silent crows, 
and yet are scattered like children's skittles  

when darkness descends with one immense blow,  
for night is queen of secrets and shadows.


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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


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Letter to the Judge

dear Judge
if you were me, would you do what I did

because of the roots of my hair
some shadowy gulf gods got hold of me
and they laughed while they held me
in the howling fjord where my grandfather
once mopped their bathrooms and my father became
himself Satan’s Cheerleader on their fields 
till buckets of drafty sentiments took him away 

my family has grown like prominent objects
held tight by the fingers of piggy fishy air
and after sad diagnostics they sizzled in volts
drowned in pickling fluids while their children 
missed a mother’s love and her beans on Fridays
and forever they now wait to free their laughter

if you were me, would you do what I did

for centuries we’ve walked through a voiceless lawn
enshrouded by whirlwinds surging through nights
have you ever tasted our drafty sentiments for a day
I wish you did to know the burden of agony we carry
in the long sweep of human history

were you not there when certain nostrils prickled on pale  
faces and they dug up false Darwinism sentiments at night
then they hoisted innocent frames between envy and hate
between man and beast between darkness and blindness
and the young frames blazed like a bonfire at Easter
if you were me, would you do what I did

honorable judge 
why is it that all you know of me is Ben Craig


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Why shouldn't i be pissed

Right was everything I did from the beginning
Conflicts of interests is all I’m winning?
Omg, what kind of game is this
My power and trophy, how did I miss
People, their choices put me here
An apology? Lol, Sorry my dear
Vice-versa, my aftermath, fear!
In conclusion, I’m pissed because
Planning for this , I never was
So whatever I do, life does. 


Details | Free verse | |

Hope

Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.

I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.

Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain

Only you and I can make 
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow

Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain


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


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The Wonder of You

Seeing through the eyes of the misfit and lonely Hearts explode from the fear of it all Propelled by failure I shake with fright Wondering where will my head lie tonight? Under the clay or on top of your thighs? In a cold shallow grave our spirits arise Insides rot with the test of ones heart Craving and hunger, what kept us apart? Broken down by cancer's seclusion Casting out love born free of illusion Pounding out beats until the fat lady sings Leaving this place, forgoing his wings Who will cry for the suicide kings? Judge if you dare some comfort it brings Forget him we will, written off a lost cause Too close for comfort he’s broken our laws Who cries out for the suffering souls? Exhausted, defeated, never reaching their goals Torn apart by the presence of pride Their honor forsaken and ripped from their hide Pray for those who dream from above Their lives cut short by the absence of love Pray for me as I hold on to my last... Words for the wonder of you


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled

I wish I could 
Go back to being five.
When life was easier
And every thing was 
ABC’s and one two three’s.
Now I’m older
Constantly 
Getting caught up 
Into lies and deceit.
Little did I know
That even the sweet ones
Will come and go.
And I hold on
To where I don’t belong.
Reaching out for a hand
That isn’t there.
Resting my head 
In the depths of despair.
03/01/09


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 | Free verse | |

CLEVELAND

the city is closing for the night
stores draw their blinds one by one 
every street is dark save for the dim 
Downtown streetlights bending at the neck

like weighted stems of steel. Rockefellers 
and Carnegie have built the city in layers:   
clinics, factories, the rounded arch hotels  
what is not there than fortune?  Further Downtown 

has changed with neon lights flashing from 
4th Street Bar and Grill on The Corner Alley where
they serve stylish late dinner at night so before you  leave 
Downtown have a day at West Side Market, howl at the

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, visit houses turned galleries 
and other places that make Cleveland a great City
of course, the great Lake and Tri-C welcomes 
you to adventure and a brighter future beyond pine trees

yet, drifting along silent paths alone is a soul walking
to a desolate corner of the city where alone with the family
their souls swirl like clouds of birds vanishing into the sky
and soon will fade like a smoke into thin air

pacing down the road rolling silently through the frost
in the dark after the nightshift is this soul with his head in his palms
the neon lights of Downtown ended where his air smells of salt
and his lover’s body was once found in the cold snow
it’s his third job of the day but you can’t find eggs on his dinner table

in Cleveland there are many young beech-trees on the edge
trembling to stand still beneath their pale skies and they shudder
like leaves in the light air afraid of the star beyond their reach
and my heart fills slowly with tears that will never dry



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Once Here Now Dead

Once here
Now dead & gone
“What am I known for, this time round?”
I exist only as a memory now
A memory that fades, over time
“Who will remember me, when I am gone?”

No one knew me
Yet people will say they knew me, so well!
A laugh, how often people think “they are experts”
Yet, really
Know nothing at all!

“How well did you know the inside of me?”
For, if I was to ask...
“What is my favourite colour?”
Or, “what’s my favourite song?”
I listen for answers...none come

“What’s my favourite food to eat?”
Complete silence...
I could hear a pin drop
Round...about...now!
“Do these questions fall upon deaf ears?”
For I ask...

“Who truly knew me?”
“What am I known for?”
“Who will remember me?”
When I am dead & gone


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OUR DARK SECRET PLACE

Take off the ARMOR OF GOD!
   Remove the BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!                  
     Throw away the SHIELD OF FAITH!   
         Forget the TRUTH OF GOD’S WORD!

Let’s do what we want to do
        in our dark secret world,
           at our dark secret place, 
               at our own selfish pace.

Let’s make our own choices.
Let’s listen to our own voices.      

Let’s act by the power of
    OUR might.
It doesn’t have to be right.
Let’s do it anyway. 
Let’s go astray.

And when we leave that darkness and
   face family and friends,
They’ll never know about our dark place
   or of our dark secret sins.

We will not worry about the 
         consequences.
We are fully protected by 
         Satan’s fences.

And if we die in our
    sinful state,
Hell has an open gate.



NOTE:

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POEM is based on these scriptures:

Ephesians 6:10-12: Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might.  Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.


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...


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Dark Cloud On My Horizon

That dark cloud is back
yes, I feel it starting to drip
It's leaky contents is swelling
he's lost 
again.

He works hard
he is never out of work
except, last month
weeks passed, 
he's lost.

He had work
we breathed ealier
made plans
not to celebrate,
dig out.

After two weeks
they downsized
he is still six five
to my five six
I'm lost.

That dark cloud is backk
it's just hovering now
it's load is about to drop
hopefully not on my head
bucket anyone.

We are half a century
too old they say
not to our face
so, what are we to do?
live anyway. . .


Details | I do not know? | |

Oath Unbound: Psalm 2

I speak of a passion which only God can deny
for what other Force may decide when Heroes should die
Along rainswept passages and rut-strewn way
I see my brothers stoop'd down to pray

We each stumbled and groped down this unwalked path
unknown to eachother but sharing in wrath
but woe to those of us who would undo
the will of God, for his anger would ensue

Soldiers and Heroes, martyrs among us halved men
we bled and we died before the whips of angellic sin
our wings be clipped, our crowns lay shattered
but for all our strength we were able to do what mattered

Alas! In the End of Day and Night!
When Heaven shies behind the edges of mortal sight!
I still hear the choirs sing and chime
In their hymns there exists no Time

Only for a moment dare I shut my ear
even'ough the Dark Enemy draws ever near
I fear that the skies cannot hold still
Paradise shakes for the Devil's will

I only wish'd for a moment's reprieve
a moment away from my Master's sleave
But for a Man such as I, chained to oaths all worlds decry
I can never forever hope to know what it's like to be free

O' a moment passes all too soon
my ear opens up, my hands re-bound, my brief stillness ruin'd
the sword and the shield fastly to my hand
the war is not o'er and my blood still feeds the land

Retract! Retract!
Bitter dreams to waylay and distract
My focus returneth to the fight ahead
I return to toil, to labor, until the enemy falls dead

Drop to drop, my blood runneth down
Almighty God drives my blade, my Dark Enemy found
down He lays, emptied of life from every vein
And forever after I see my Dark Enemy, my brief freedom slain


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Mailbox Won

Mailbox Won

It was a dark and stormy night
Well, not so stormy but there’s no light
It was so dark I could not see
That mailbox that was behind me
I turned the wheel, heard a crunch
I closed my eyes, I had a hunch
I got out to see the damage done
My taillight’s gone, the mailbox won

Mdailey	12/6/11


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 | I do not know? | |

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


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Darkness in the belly

If you don’t like me,
It wasn’t a matter,
I analysed me,
And blames myself,
Perhaps my colour is dark 
or my features are ugly,
Or something is wrong in my conversation,
Or you were more wise than me,
I praise for your achievements,
And regards to your sense,
And the full life, I feel shame on me,
To curse my drawbacks.
But your beauty and charming face,
Fell down into my shinning eyes,
As pure water of rain turned into mud,
And my body was covering with shades,
As your hairs were sloping down,
As slopes of mountains,
And earth was eaten by the deep shallows.
Where rays were hiding sense,
To touch the bottom line,
As you had broken my trust.
You aren’t only that cheated me,
Also your credibility shrewd hate,
That was burning into my bellies.
Deep shies were raising as 
Steam from fresh water,
As a morning was opening her eyes,
A sun was growing in the arms of darkness.
A bird was flying over the waves,
As clouds were covering the sunshine,
And tearing tones to realise the earth,
How is poor the sun,
That can’t protect his rays?
And realised me, look at me,
I became dark to eat his shinning,
I realised him after to kill his heat.
Look, how are the cool waves are dancing?
They are thinking, I saved tiny existence..


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POWDERED PROSTHETIC

Somewhere in Maida Vale
A penthouse trendy flat
Somehow I’ve wound up here
Getting daggers from the cat

My wraps still in my pocket
I dare not take it out
I’ll just sit here all paranoid
And kill myself with snout

Actors, models, Djs
They’re all mooching around
Kissing on both cheeks
A cab home’s twenty pound

Just can’t seem to blend in
The conversation’s weird
White people with dreadlocks
And silly goatee beards

Once again the gear
Is in the driving seat
It’s took me out all night
I won’t admit defeat

She’s beautiful the dark haired girl
She don’t fit in like me
If only my jaw’d stop rotating
I’d ask her home with me
Better check on  my mate Charlie
He’s waiting in the loo
After this I’m going home
Two fat lines, one, two

That’s better, that’s the stuff
Now I’m blending in
I’ve gotta kick that f 'ing cat
No beer left, only gin

Shall I make a phone call
Shall I get more gear
This lot will give me sixty quids
Coke in Maida Vale is dear

The dark haired tart
She’s bang on me
She smiles from ear to ear
Oh she’s coming towards me
D’you know who’s got any gear ?


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Dream of Reality

The others were calling
Can you hear them scream
The call isn’t pleasant
The call of your dreams
As you enter the silent
As you enter your sleep
You may hear them calling
But you wont hear them speak
Darkness sets in
Visions become a friend
However as you begin
The quest for the never end
The Dark ones are on the prowl
Over your shoulder look now
For the light of the corpse
Is crumbing down to remorse
The fire from the fingers
The fire oh how it lingers
As it shoots through your heart
As it opens your soul apart
Revealing your inner self
As your hone your soulless form
As you feel your body scorn
Feel the wrath of lonely nights
Becoming one with ghoulish rights
Now you may walk for ever time
Go nowhere with ever rhyme
As now you are one of them
Feel the breath of ever sin
Hear the lords name in vein
As he was nowhere to offer hand
Realize that all this pain
Is from your soul splitting into rain
Is that him in far off sight
Looking dark with eyes of fright
He does fly with awful strain
He does cry with sinful gain
Approaches you with fiery glance
In your soul is where will stand 
Reaching low into your hand 
Giving a blow with reprimand
And as you recite this line
Knowing no god cites this climb
Your eyes open from behind
See yourself now from rewind
Live your days out as you cry
Live your days like your alive


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Sunset Serenade to the Midnight Requiem

Staying in the light now?
Is that what it's called?
Fear of the darkness?
Or what in it has crawled?

You lay in your bed,
clutching at your cover.
Do you fear to be dead,
or are in the gaze of another?

Do not fear what, in the darkness, may live,
all they want is fun.
For they never take more than they give,
So there is no need to run.

Only the Dark ones we are,
So why fear and make fuss?
You could go far,
once you've joined us.

We Dark ones are lovers,
of an unusual sort
Using our minds on others 
In our ways they contort.

Now join me my lovely,
Whilest the night is still young.
and then my lovely,
our Requiem will be sung.


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Crayons

A small lonely child,  she sits and puts her crayons on the floor  
Separates colours into light and dark, happy and sad she muses 
Packs away all the bright happy crayons 
There's no room in life for such frivolity 
For all she sees is the dark looming 
Her rainbows are all coloured in deep blues and crimson 
There's no sun, no warmth, just a huge dark crescent moon 
Figures in her pictures have no eyes, they don't see her anyway 
She's invisible as if she exists on another plane

A single tear escapes her eye,  rolling silently down a tiny cheek 
She captures it in her hand, even her tears are colourless 
A true reflection of the emptiness within 
Picking up the happy crayons she tosses them away 
With them all her dreams and expectations 
She turns and walks away, no one notices 
Disappearing into the welcoming shadows 
Into that dark familiar place 


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A DROWNED MAN

Stark naked reality was a,
thorn in flesh,
for my collective innocence. 
A brutal reminder 
of war with truth. 
Light that does not spread 
in my dark eyes. 
Time for me to act for the sake of smile.

Into the dark I move 
with premonitions staggering in solitude.
To break the silence,
affinities with lights are gone. 
Black clouds hang on the moon. 
Need to know the unfathomable grief.

Again my thoughts travel,
to unravel the mystry.
Why lights form
the snarled shadows of fear? 
The winds do not agree.
Tranquility will be writ on the face of,
a drowned man,
if he comes on the surface.



SATISH VERMA


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black but comely

"I am black but comely ", it states in the Holy Scriptures
I am black but beautiful, so why can't people get the picture
she was darkened by the sun which shined upon her skin
she was a comely queen of the desert under the rule of King Solomon
she was the lover and consort of one of the world's wisest men
a black and beautiful sister proud from within
she was identified by many with a variety of different names
and she wore her blackness proudly, without any shame
her family was angry about the hue of her lovely face
they  made her the keeper of  the vineyard, attempting to hide her in place
she labored under the burden of her sun-darkened hue
It sounds like the same situation that Black Americans have gone through

we have struggled with the anger, the hatred and all the pain
we tend to wear our blackness like badges of shame
the word black has taken on a negative connotation
society has instilled in us that being black is a bad situation
black sheep, black magic, black Monday, black ball
black cat, dark horse, black ice, our down fall
I'm black and proud, a concept we need to embrace
I'm black and I'm proud, no longer ashamed of my race
God made me this color, God made me this beautiful dark shade
God made me in His image and I will gladly march in His parade
we need to stop all of the stressing
and just accept from God this blessing
don't get caught up in society's concepts and ideals
abide by the Word of God and the truth will be revealed
If you think big,, then you will grow
If you think wise, then you will know
If you think high, you will reach the top
If you think low, then your self-esteem will drop
we've been burdened, bruised, broken and blundering
always being short-shifted, scared, scrambling and stumbling
at some point we need to get out of our mental captivity
let go and let God give us a positive mentality
economically as a people we need to start moving ahead
be manufacturers and producers and stop buying instead
as a people, we will no longer accept the word "No" 
society needs to understand that God is running this entire show
no longer in bondage, no longer to feel trapped
expanding our minds to new possibilities that have been untapped
no longer to think about anything that's not spirit-led
thinking in the positive with the thoughts in our heads
thinking only on those things where Father God has our backs
we're comely, we're beautiful, we're proud and we are black




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BYE TO SOROWS

MAY THIS WORLD THINK AS MAD
MAY THIS PEOPLE PELT STONES ON ME
IAM FOR THE PEACE
AND IAM FOR THE TRUE

THE WORLD AND YOU MAY THREAT TO KILL
IAM FOR THE GLEE AND IAM FOR YOUR LOVE
THE DARK NIGHT MAY COME AND GO
MY EYES ARE WITTING FOR A SINGLE BEAM OF SUN

THE STARS MAY GO AND HIDE IN THE DARK 
MY HOPE TRAVELS TOWARDS THE MIDDAY SUN
MY LEVEL MAY BE POOR AND CHEAP TO YOU
MY AIMS AND THOUGHTS ARE SO HIGH AS SKY                                                  

GOOD BYE TO SORROWS FORVER
IT IS MY SLOGAN FAILS NEVER

         SAKTHIRAVICHANDRAN  MA PGDCA  INDIAN POET 27.9.05