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Details | Monoku | |

Thievery

                in locking away our heart....... 
                                  we become the thief of our own happiness


This poem is my reaction to Casarah's latest poem.


Details | Rhyme | |

Out of the Sun

              Stayed 
             in the sun 
              to long
               today
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
               Stayed 
              in the sun
               to long
                today
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
               laughingly.

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heartworms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the briar, 
till the jewels of memories sooth 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long
                today





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The man who speaks the truth

The man who tells the truth

There’s something about those fearful folk
There’s many of them too
They hate hassles of any kind
When another says what’s true
They cringe, and hide behind the door
Cause maybe he is right
And if there knowledge gets tested
It gives them no delight

If someone should question them
On beliefs and all that stuff
Even though the words are wise
The truth becomes too tough
They have to have their Teddy bears
To protect them from the night
And when somebody differs from them
It gives them quite a fright

Though the truth might lose him friends
He knows one thing for sure
He’s spoken from intelligence
He’s looked into the core
And because he never follows
{Self-reliance is his way}
He always will respect himself
In all he’ll do and say.

11 October 2014.


Details | Epic | |

THE AGE OF THRILL SEEKERS

Emartra Van Doyle, II was a powerful leader.
As a powerhouse, he knew this was his golden age.
He formed leaders and defeated procrastination.
He prepared them for the world to come.
A connection of minds he was assembling.
Amass of intelligence that could construct and destroy.
When the time comes, Emarta Van Doyle, II would rule the universe with his  
     deployments.
There he stood with his mind in a riddle as he depolymerized his competitors.
Effete they became when he spoke.
Emartra was one of demonic presence but this was the beginning of his knowledge   
    within the world.
He was in the twenty-first century to explore the future.
Only the darkness knew his secret.

The organization was a corporate one.
Employing over five thousands plus individuals, Van Doyle, II had the love of work  
    captured.
He was not born in wealth but at thirty-three years of age, he physically engaged 
    himself in becoming prestigious.
Colloguing with hundreds at a time, Emartra collaboration was refined.
His mind would inform his ambiances and architect would emerge bringing forth a 
    new world.
They emigrated from a universe not yet discovered but claimed a country in the   
    Western Hemisphere.
Emartra knew his people and his identity was as a birth child.
While artificial insemination is his form, his biological father was his mother’s 
    husband.
Yet never to reveal as anything else, Emartra laughs because no means exist.
His people will come as emigrates.

Soon the trumpet will sound.
Triumphantly they will rejoice in the streets.
Their spirits will be high and they are normal people.	
However, once the darkness unfolds, the world, which they embrace, will biblically 
     emerge into a state of being.
Work life sentient only to those that is responsive intellectually.
Yet, Emartra is the brain that constructs.
The people of the world knew nothing of him.
Distinguished from its material elements, Emartra politicked the fundamentals.
Now in the mainstream of society is advocacy configured to take minds as no one 
     ever had.
Via the document of historians, what is occurring is universally mirage.
That is a change such as the first upright being to humanity today.
Emartra, metacognition postulates that depiction with ease.
He is well written through his playwrights.
He will seek another’s mind to prophesize.

This is the age of thrill seekers.
Emartra plays will capture the universe of people.
Humankind will ritualize in which iniquity will meet perilous times.
Architect has change the scene.
People features and personality are not really the same.
Medical science has no knowledge of this revelation.
The world has been smitten by a difference in humankind.
Yet, man is man as woman is woman and as child is child.
Emartra is enjoying life.
Married and father of five, he is ideology of a normal life.
By shaped, formed, and fashioned, he is a thrill seeker.
Today configuration is manifestation of delight that makes a quiver in society.
|_____________________________________________________________|
Penned on December 12, 2014!


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Letter to Frank stanton

Written after reading Frank Stanton's poem 'The lightning age'

Letter to Frank Stanton.

Hey, Frankie you should see it now
You wouldn’t believe it my good pal
There’s radios, and TV sets
Man you ain’t seen nothing yet
Bombs made to destroy the world
It’s gone way past those spears they hurled
In those days so long ago
Hey Mate this world it has changed so.

We’re on computers every day
We don’t need phones to have our say
The phones we have, they need no wires
It seems mankind he never tires
Of building new things to play with
It’s a funny world in which we live
Frank, you would not like it here
Gone are the things you held so dear.

Marriage it don’t mean a thing
These days it seems it’s just a fling
Most don’t care about sacred vows
Relationships mean nothing now
They’re killing off all nature’s beauty
Building like it is their duty
To destroy all of this wonderland
 Frank you would not understand.

Frank, there’s hatred all around
Everywhere there be the sound 
Of guns and missiles, we’re all mad
Oh yes, my friend, it’s very bad
Oh, Frank you would not like it here 
Maybe you’d even die of fear
Each day, it has no certainty
No one knows what’s going to be.

15 August 2014 @ 1700hrs



Details | Free verse | |

Musical Torment - The Infamous Masterpieces

Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike
All upon me, yet far from me...

Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings
Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark
Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo--
Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure...

The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me
Making rhythms giggle in my mind
Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason
Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison
Is the smile that helped design those strings
Those strings that pluck upon my spine
Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time

Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys?
Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing?
Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive?

And tell me… through it all…
As you compose the rise and fall…
Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?


Details | Lyric | |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Ballade | |

Being you

Being you

Accept yourself
That’s all that I can say
Let your inner voice tell you
The way to live your day
Do not be hard upon yourself
That never did no good
Just be happy, never worry
It’s foolish that one should.

Love yourself
Cause you’re a ‘one off’ too
No one else can play your part
Nobody can be you
It’s a lovely world we live in
Let it seep into your soul
Then when you feel at one with life
Twill get you feeling whole.

Most people call me crazy
But I love being me
I do not care what others think
I only like to be
To be this way, it is my right
A gift sent down by fate
I’m so I’m happy being me
Each day to me is great.

14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
ones
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
"Happiness" 
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful


Details | Free verse | |

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

indestined

so many times beneath the stars
our lives are lived for fate and scars
infancy seems to abound
from everywhere it screams its sound
too loud to hear the voices true
without a sound, it comes to you
it strikes with force, a fist, a roar!
so strong a warmth you can't ignore
the vision marred by human sense
for now the journey must commence
the trials begin with fervor rise
a gaze glares straight within the eyes
so hard to suffer ends defeat
victories are ever sweet
the sky preludes the next advance
all surety, no happenstance
a place of firm and solid lore
where the light and night I wore
as symbols of forever more
no longer will I toil and chore

-Sam Robinson

Poem genesis from:
Stardust Road
by Poet Destroyer A


Details | Quatrain | |

The Wedding Ring

I've heard the music a smile secretly sings
And the sudden thunder a teardrop brings
No beginning or ending round a golden wedding ring
Together love and time keep on turning

It takes but one breath to keep on living
When your dreams and sorrows become the same thing
Empty eyes open there for the forgiving
Then memories invade, night becomes morning

Like the ring we wear, no beginning or end
We search to see where this journey shall send
Apart we are halfed neither night or day
Where nothing can grow, shall it be that way?

©Donna Jones


Details | Narrative | |

Sleepless Nights

Insomnia, familiar friend,
crawled into bed this summer night
so once again, inflamed with dread
I wander now in pitch of dark 
and touch the places, now by heart, that sprawl unstirred by weary minds

This lonely place, where I used to come
where armless grief, and headless doubt
and worry filled the rooms
I know you cold, my land of oz
So ruthless do you change your face
into a place I once refrained

But,  don't pretend to make me fear, toxic robber of my sleep
I've known you much too long
You masquerade in shades of gray
And now I know that dark of night, is not the blackest thing
And room by room, I'll play the game
until the light of day

The shadows magnify your art
and though they magnify my loss of sleep
and while I've tossed and turned in vain
I've lost the lonely albatross
that pulled against the grain

From hooded thresholds I embark
to find a language of the dark
A liquid language of a mystic night, 
that switches on the light

I've walked the halls of ghosts I knew, and those I hope to meet
I've felt the stares, and shared myself, no secrets left to keep
But not tonight, familiar friend
you bask in myth I understand
I'll fill the tasks that need my hands, until the light of day...
---------------


For Leonora Galinta's Contest


Details | Lyric | |

Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye


Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics


Details | Free verse | |

I Will Never Kiss Those Lips

Well there you are
I have slithered into the wrong home tonight it seems
I sniffed out the repugnant ward and I don’t like what I see
You were magnificent in the face of all beholding you
But your conceit is a trap that even I, the snake, have fallen into
You mask yourself with humility
You compliment me to gain
Begging for the summer rain
Begging for the words that would settle your brain
You got it
But instead it rained on me
Showering me with dangling promises
As typical as can be
Empty
These words so execrably wasted on you
As if for a moment I could even dare CRAVE a poem for you
I do not hate you
I cannot love you
At times I do not know what to feel
Why do you do this? 
Put on a show and hope someone will notice? 
Do you want a nice pat on the back?

I am armless; I am all but muscle and scales
I am a dead carcass and yet you continue to compliment
The beauty of my revulsion 
I hold it to my heart
This trap you set 
I helped you set it right from the start
And you have forced upon me the mere THOUGHT of you
Taking away from my bitter lines 
What empty necessity I have turned out to be
Some kind of trophy coiled around your feet
Walking all over me

I’ve hissed and I’ve hurled insult 
And the rain pitter-pattered my distain
You rested knowing I would remain
You needed reassurance
You always needed GAIN

Well I’ll tell you
This serpent is drained
And oh how I hiss
I will not change into that typical mistress
That settles your conscience with a kiss
You will not have me 
I will never kiss those lips

For you are as fake as can be
And not even a snake like me
Will help you in the deceiving
As everyone watches your show
The only one truly believing
Is YOU 

Don’t hesitate out the door
I’ll swallow you whole


Details | Free verse | |

The Wasteland -Part 1-

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity? How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind? I have never been able to solve the mystery— Of myself. . . I wish at times that my life was no more That I could live as another and finally see things right But I am always stuck in this darkness And I cannot see this mind in light There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland Searching for any remaining life And if they are ever found— They are doomed and consumed Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze It is silent here—there are no answers I wish there were answers. . . But maybe there was never a reason No answers. . . Talons extend and clench around my heart They will never seek me out—they left me here It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer I feel the pulse of my dangling life Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth No balm in Gilead! No eyes to see All I know will never be free I don’t need anyone! You are a disgrace—scum of the waste! You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing You are a joke. . . So swallow it all up like the pushover you are Stand your lowest and trudge right through No questions. No answers. Just . You. Or just lie back down into the mush of disease It has already infected you to the core Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence! I hate you Who are you to be glorified? Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright Saturated in what you call light I see right through—even as the reflections shatter All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter… But alive you are the worst there is False savior—edited attention whore I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Desperation. . .desperation. . . I sob and cry kneeling in defeat For once I am right. . .I am right


Details | Narrative | |

True Praise

I used to look at your wrinkly hands
And see the veins follow routes like a map
Your fingers shook like a spayed chihuahua on the piano keys
Demonstrating the chord in which I was supposed to play after you

I was thinking instead about the stool we were sharing
How old and fragile  the wooden piece was
The green-blue floral padding faded and worn
The chipped, wobbly legs 
That creaky sound when you repositioned...
And I was praying it wouldn't collapse under our bodies

Your voice was gentle and calm 
Softly pushing me back to my practice
 and my fingers played that bright G Chord
“Very good,” You praised with a smile
Your voice so small and lightly faded
But still loving and pleasant

You explained to me arpeggios and broken chords
And I was glad it was you explaining it
I remember yelling at my dad
And throwing a big tantrum over playing “Allouette” 
His straight harsh voice cut my fingers off the keys
As he ordered me to pay attention
Watching his hairy fingers demonstrate the left hand
And then the right
Pressing loudly and ramming the song into my every being

And I remembered 
I was never concerned about making him angry
I would laugh if he made a mistake in teaching
Or if he stumbled on his words - which was frustratingly rare
I would scream if he corrected me
And yet I was determined for his praise
That he never gave 

Your son loved music like you
And he wanted me to love it just like him
In an annoyed kind of way, I obliged
But I would make him suffer for forcing it on me
Even if I couldn't deny it was something I would always love

We never have our piano lessons anymore, Grandma 
But I will never forget how you taught me
That stool remains in the room
It hasn't been sat on for days

And it took far more than mere days
To receive from your son…true praise

But that’s okay
I will pray it collapses under his body


Details | Rhyme | |

Bravery Is All There Is

When darkness falls and finds us all alone,
When the heart becomes a small grey stone ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When thunder shakes the windowpanes,
When those we love lie wracked with pain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery concedes its fear;
Does not attempt to hide its tears.
Bravery is born of holding calm,
In quietly, doggedly, carrying on.

When reason fails to light the dark,
When the answer is a question mark ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When justice seeks to rule in vain,
When sorrow sweeps the roiling brain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery trembles while it stands,
Accepts what it cannot command.
Bravery bears its burdens well,
Looks not to see if others tell.

     Be brave then, Mystery asks of us;
     Face the unknown with silent trust -
     For at the End, there is only this:
     Bravery is all there is.
     Bravery is all there is.


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

Mankind

I am lost
I can feel no presence
I know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mine
I have a teacher
A teller of all there is to be known of the world
She has bestowed upon me the gifts of a magi
I have sailed deep oceans with noblemen and written great works with worldly scholars
All of this I owe to her, my "teacher"
But through all her wisdom I have heard or seen of no such creature
The one of whose value is as mine
I looked upon the oracle and many great libraries with scriptures overflowing
I still have read or seen of no such monster
I've heard witches speak ancient incantations
and I have sung songs with the sirens
Out of the monsters and spirits that came none of which had a significance as is mine
Upon my dreariness and woeful thought came the final place
A painting of life and death
A tale of heaven and hell at war
The purity of truth blackened by man
 I saw upon them a thing of which is mine
Not upon the dead who will be missed
Nor the skeletons carrying away the dead, the ones with purpose
Not even of the severed limbs and broken bones discarded at random in the field of chaos and confusion
No, I saw my equal upon the shadows
A black being darker than silence
A causer of mischief and misfortune
A wielder of pain and sorrow
My equal is hated by all for all he has done
My equal is upon the wicked and the damned sadly he is to dumb to care
My equal of such tresspasses is a demon
My equal is a man who dressed in black kills and dies and is born again through his ashes of filth
He sees his crimes
It is because of this he wept upon his hands
His hands
The hands stained my children's blood and scared by the scratches of the innocent
But I was wrong
I am not equal to a demon, for these are not the acts of a demon but of man
That is my equal 
My equal is man
My sins are everlasting 
My transgressions are in stone
Man is the cause for the failure of men
Man is the cause for the failure of many!






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Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Human Frailty

...Apologies to Heraclitus and W. H. Auden...

We, defeated by the merest things,
in defeat, endure...for now.

No abiding truth in "faith":
origins and destinations
we cannot differentiate,
all random, unguided
by any prescient power;
but, not illogical (there is no illogic.)

We impose all "universal order,"
influence what subsequently occurs,
to learn, or not, through endless repetition,
endless failure...and we are
but a current iteration,
here for now -- like all,
in constant flux,
defeated by the merest things.

Courage and nobility derived
from continued confrontation,
continued endless struggle,
let us "show an affirming flame."


Details | Rhyme | |

Does it really matter

Does it really matter?

Does it really matter?
What you’ve done, or what you’ve been
Or whether you be special
{What ever that word means}
Whether you see one hundred
Or live for an hour or so
One day the  ‘Reaper’ he will come
And off with him you’ll go.

Does it really matter?
Whether you be Prince, or king
Millionaire or poorest pauper
It doesn’t mean a thing
He’ll have no sympathy for you
That one in sombre black
One day it will be time for you
To make that final act

Does it really matter?
That each must turn to dust
This be the way it’s always been
So in it you must trust
Relax and let the river flow
Then what will be, will be
You’re born alone. You’ll die alone
This is the tale of thee.

5 November 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


Details | Free verse | |

Shadows in Hiding - collaboration with Jake Ponce

Written by: David William Breidenthal and Jake Ponce 

D: Blessed breeze sweeps over us 
J: Whenever I leave the door ajar at night, 
J: I felt myself grow pale from the humid howls 
D: Gravity pulls us down to the ground 
J: Shadows in hiding have been found 
J: Shadows in hiding have been found

J: There were irises staring into mine 
D: The twinkle in your eyes were like stars that shine 
D: When I forgot to lock the gate behind me, 
D: I felt this sensation of indignation 
D: I felt guilt overflow in me contritely...woefully... 
J: My fists trembled and I could see the roses 
J: Split from their vines, out my flesh and into your cells 
J & D: Shadows in hiding have been exposed

J: Now I stand in front of the mirror, perplexed 
J: At the man that I thought has ceased 
D: The man that lingers in my dreams 
J: The man I know I no longer could be 

D: The Earth is slowly breaking at the seams 
J: Dividing me into sheets of empty sins 
D: But he soon vanished from sight 
J: Shadows in hiding have been found 
D: And blended with the pale, cruel moonlight 

J: Clouds then rise to whisper 
J: That all this and I are done… 
J & D: Shadows in hiding are skipping to and fro
J & D: Shadows in hiding are sinking exceedingly low
D: The doubts possess me…hope lost its shine and good luck lost its fortune 

D: The moon begins to reflect my sorrow-whelmed face 
D: Like a two-sided mirror, revealing to me my flaws and wrinkles 
J: As I implore the forces to grant me borrowed life 
J: And with a grin, I'll paint tomorrow's sky 
J & D: Shadows in hiding coil and let out a cry
J & D: Shadows in hiding reach from on high 

D: The sun is wearing a mask of disdain and I'm not done with this race 
J: There is an ache holding me captive…
J: There is a force keeping me in place 
D: I’m trying so desperately to keep pace
D: I'm trying to keep a steady pace with my heartbeats, sending me tingles 
D: Down my spine...down my spine… 
J & D: Shadows in hiding are serpentine, moving through me
J & D: Shadows in hiding was crawling down my spine, never leaving me be
D: Set me free, set me free 

D: Feeling these Goosebumps – I’ve lost track of time 
D: The church bells peacefully chime
J: And I can hear the advances of the clocks 
J: On pale green horses, saying they'll meet me at the docks 
D: Feeling like I'm honestly living in the dumps 
J: With my chest hacked open like a cellar 
J: And I'm left alone with my last glass of the finest wine 
J & D: These shadows in hiding – I refuse to claim it as mine
J: Yet, the shadows in hiding have been found

D: Open up the cage and let me take flight, I won't heat up in rage 
D: I'm just adjusting to this difficult stage 
D: Are you on the same page? 
D & J: Soon, we’ll unveil the shadows in hiding 
D: It will graze in the maze of mystifying wonders…It might take days
J: Perhaps I should get going 
J: To see the northern lights down the forest haze 


Details | Chastushka | |

PrEmAtUrE aGiNg

pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man are a trix in between because as his love blooms he sees himself aging. _________________________|
penned on august 31, 2014!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

You Don't Know Me

You don’t know me
So why do you stare?
What are you looking for?
Who do you see?
Why make me uncomfortable
When you don’t know me
I have come from a place
Where there’s bondage and pain
Called hitherto so here’s where I’ll remain
So don’t see me as foreign, an outcast, or lost
See me as you are because I’ve paid the cost
I paid to be here and I’ve paid to be free
So don’t stare so hard because you don’t know me
My beauty is not a façade
My image is real
For it’s the image of God
And he created me with Zeal
He was excited about me
He knew all that I would do
So I ask to what degree
Does my existence bother you?
There’s offense in your eyes
This much I can see
But it’s all unnecessary
Because you don’t know me
I am not here to be seen
Nor do I come to see
So forgive me as I remind you
That you don’t know me!
I’ve told you about my now
While reflecting on my then
Where I am and where I’ve been
In all of my explaining
Of who I am and what I be
What saddens me deeply is
You still don’t know me!


Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


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 | Ballad | |

For the love of Princess Rose

For the love of Princess Rose.

Way back in the darkest times
There lived a wondrous Knight
He had blue eyes, and a handsome face
And his mind was very bright
He lived for goodness, his ideals
Were the highest in the land
And everybody loved this knight
They thought him mighty grand.

He shrunk from no one in the land
He’d fought ten dragons too
As he vied for the love of Princess Rose
Oh, he loved her so true
Yet she was loved by another knight
And so they had to fight
That was the way in those dark days
It was considered right

A tournament it was arranged
And the two men faced each other
Both swore that until the end
They would never love another
The fight was on, as Rose, she watched
The man she loved so much
Fight a man she could not bear
Who her heart did not touch.

Now Don, he was the Knight of choice
He fought like a blessed demon
He was not an evil man
Yet he was filled with Venom
And when the fight was over with
Her knight of choice did win
As love did conquer everything
And the princess married him.

13 August 2013 1147hrs.


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Angels

I live where angels fear to walk
Don’t ask questions, no one’s gonna talk
Another kid’s innocence is being take
Their thirst for blood will never slacken
Love is something only found in a fairytale
But those don’t comfort, when home is spelled H E L L
Left alone for days on end
Nothing else to do but play pretend
Trying to get lost in a dream
But when that doesn’t help, all you can do is scream
I’ve called the devil by his first name
His eyes are cold, mine are the same
I live where angels fear to tread
By the time you find me, I’ll probably be dead


Details | Narrative | |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.


Details | Ballad | |

My Cousin Alf

Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all.





My cousin  Alf.

Whilst searching on the net one day
A name jumped out on me
Peter Duggan, as he is known
My cousin, that he be.
A crazy man, a writer too
Speaks his mind, I kid not you
He loves to argue, and debate
Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate.

He wrote me emails, all the time
And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme
His words were calming, made sense to me
Helped my fears,and anxieties.
Life for him had not been kind
Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind
But here he was, helping me
With all my anger, that He could see

As time did pass, my life got better
Thanks to him, and all his letters
Back and forth, we wrote like mad
Happy laughing, and sometimes sad.
Now here in Oz, I've come to see
My cousin, and his family
Yes he's just how I imagined
Loves all life, and writes with passion.

He argues, talks, and often shouts
Sings, and laughs, but what about?
Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude
He'll shock you too, if you're a prude
But underneath his suit of armour
There stands a man, who's met his karma
All he wants is peace in in life
No more trouble. fights and strife.

There's many souls who cannot cope
With this loud, outspoken bloke
But I know where this man is from
He says it in his words and songs.
So for me he is not Peter
Or Billy, John or Ralph
He simply is my cousin 
Also known as Alf.

Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Happy Dress

It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative 
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.

So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened.  “Ta Da!  Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked?  Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.

You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.

It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”

“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.

So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.

She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open.  “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”

ALTERNATE LAST VERSE

“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her. “Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.


Details | Epic | |

SMALL COUNTRY IS ENOUGH

More than enough for me, a small country
There is no bloodshed, the winning is free
So the government rules are not our foes
Life even at bet, at least on our own bit

Than a country of big, but a war it will take
Ours not the country, not even our territory
Let the owners govern they and have their say
They won’t accept us to lead their heads

They don’t like the islanders, to captain the ship
They have their own chief in the land wide field
Like them is us will never accept their lead
Never had we recognize, their captain in the trip

They will do theirs among their kind
For the cause’s sake, there must be a divide
And then we are to unite, to hold our rights
The winning is completed to get back to basic!



Sunday, 10 November 2013
7:17am, Kota Kinabalu


Details | Light Poetry | |

Self Portrait

Twisted
Grotesque
Fate and pain embracing 
Going for a stroll inside my head
My mind lurks in the darkness of insanity
My veins are rivers, flooding my deliberations
On my knees I confess as I thrust the knife yet deeper
Overflowing red raindrops falling
My eyes sunken
Screams .... va-te'n va-te'n tite ange
My heart rendered useless
Glass shatters all around
As the walls close in
I long for the swamp
Hidden away from humanity
I carry a heavy burden wrapped in chains
As I look into myself
I strangle him
Falling upon tainted soil
I lie twisted


Notes: va-te'n va-te'n tite ange is Cajun French, meaning " go away, go away little angel"


Details | Haiku | |

No Fear

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


Details | Villanelle | |

mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!


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 | Ballade | |

Success

Success

The other day I saw a man
He was an old, old man
He had this sparkle on his face
And a wondrous smile that ran
Right from his mouth up to his ears
He was a happy guy
And yet he had no home, no car
And soon in death he’ll lie.

I saw a man on the Television
His face all misery
He was a man who had so much
Such an important man he be
And yet his face was deathly grey
All life was drained from it
It seems that all his cobwebbed money
Has not helped him a bit.

I let you see the contrast here
So all you folk who hope
One day to be someone of means
I hope they will take note
Though money has a lot of value
It does not bring success
Cause in the end success must mean
A life of happiness.

1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.





Details | Ballad | |

STOP THE WAR

Today I am crying
I am crying that my brothers are fighting
The fighting started from historical claim
The claim that never any sides to give in
Today my tears fell to my bosom
I am anxious to what happen

Why never the peace is reign?
Why war shall be the end?
Why the people love to kill?
Why there is no way to end without blood spill?

I am not superman to stop the falling tears
I wanted to embrace my brothers to say please stop!
Please stop the war that spills blood.
I wanted to cry out loud but my sober is louder

Please end the war 
Stop and give ending
There would be no winner fighting between brothers
The only winner in war is “loser” for fighting with brothers
Please...
Please...
Please...
There must be other ways - to the end the bloodshed!
Please 
Please 
Please
Please stop it, stop the war!!!
Stop the war!
Stop the fighting!
Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Stoppppppppppppppppppp the War!!!!!
Where are you UNNNNNNNNN?





Sunday, 3rd March 2013
Sunthecan

A poem for the current skirmish in Lahad Datu and Semporna
Sabah, Malaysia. Let us all pray for PEACE! 



Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Rhyme | |

Her Sense of Humor

A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.

Hell.  It was just a joke.

One evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?”
I responded, “Of course I still love you.
It would take much more than pounds and cellulite
To make me fall out of love…it’s true.”

Hell.  It was just a joke.

“Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked.
I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.”
“But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.”
“Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.”

“If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife?
And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded.  
I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe.
You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.”

Hell.  It was just a joke.

Then, she whined and whined about her butt.
I responded, “Want to knock some inches off that ass?
It may sound strange, but I heard it works….
Rinse all your panties in Slim Fast.”

Hell. It was just a joke.


The next day, I readied for work, took ‘undies’ from my drawer.
They were engulfed in a fog of white, why I didn’t know.
So, I asked, “Honey! Why did you put talcum powder on my shorts?”
She slyly smiled, “That’s not talcum powder.  That’s Miracle Gro.”

Hell.  It was just a joke....I guess.

So, what is my wife’s most endearing feature?
Her sense of humor.... there’s no doubt.
Always a smile where angst or anger might have been,
A smile I never want to be without.



Details | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


Details | Narrative | |

When

It was only supposed to last a little while. 
The pain I suffered was temporary. 
You promised you would fix it. 
Oh and fix me you did.

I hate you for what I have become.
Tired. Lazy unable to work. 
You created this monster of pain
Inside my head. 
It never goes away.

But you were the lucky soul. 
Your death was quick and painless.
Leaving behind those who mourn.
But I am not one of them. 
I wish you all that you deserve.

I have something now that I cannot change.
This damage to nerves, and numbness and pain.
My life has become a struggle. 
I compete with pain each day.
Sometimes I lose. Occasionally I win

It never leaves this pain you made. 
I wonder how many more.
You destroyed like me.
So powerful being a surgeon. 
To hold someone's life in your hands.

sickness, depression, anger


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


Details | Limerick | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si


Details | Pantoum | |

Stormy Eyes

There she sat with a sign and a cup.
Sometimes a mere smile is not enough.
It may have been easier to look the other way.
I was compelled to look at her.

Sometimes a mere smile is not enough!
Who was this young girl who looked so sad?
I was compelled to look at her.
Her eyes had the quality of a storm.

Who was this young girl who looked so sad?
I would never know, if I walked away.
Her eyes had the quality of a storm.
With an open heart, I sat down next to her.

I would never know, if I walked away.
A story so sad, it caused me to pray.
With an open heart I sat next to her!
As she poured out her angst, those eyes softened.

A story so sad it caused me to pray.
It may have been easier to look the other way.
As she poured out her angst, those eyes softened.
There she sat with a sign and a cup!

For Debbie Guzzi's Random acts of kindness contest. 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Dig

Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Free verse | |

The Door is Always Open

Things get bad, then they get good again.
You can write yourself angry.
You can write yourself sick.
But never
ever
should you write yourself sorry.

The world, to me, is many things:
A canvas, a movie, a place to store
everything you are and will ever be,
but never a bell jar.

As long as your hands can shake
and your voice can quiver,
never close the door.

Love the ground under your feet,
and your only sadness 
will be that a blanket of sky 
can't keep off the cold. 

Smile with every breath you take, 
and you'll realize that, 
no matter how much you weep,
you will never fill an ocean.

Look inside your heart:
There's answer there.
You'll find,
deep in an oblivion of night,
there is a light somewhere.

It may not be much light,
but it's brighter than darkness.
Follow it.

If you seek, you will find 
yourself always involved in 
something,
and as long as that door never closes,
whatever something will be enough.

I promise.


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Lyric | |

Tropical Getaway

Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,             
Wondering what we are and who I am.
Since we’ve already raised a family,              
Is there anything left just for you and me?
Seems each day is just like the one before.           
Exactly what have we both been working for?
So many years lost from nine to five...              
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive.

I wanna find us some tropical getaway--        
Somewhere lost where the locals play;
With fishing boats and mango trees,                 
And spicy scents carried on the breeze.
I wanna find us some island Shangri-La—      
A quiet spot with no hoopla...
Some place where it’s easy to hide,                   
That can’t be found in a tourist guide. 

I wanna find us some tropical paradise             
Where nights are warm and folks are nice,
And green birds sing exotic melodies                
While monkeys play high in coconut trees 
We could lounge in that tropical paradise,         
As bonfires spark like fireflies;
Watch lovers dance while steel drums play        
Calypso tunes from dusk till day. 

I wanna hold you close on an empty beach,
With a full moon just out of reach.
We could sneak behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Let’s forget about all the noisy mobs,               
Grown-up kids, and annoying jobs,
And swing in a hammock made for two—         
And snuggle close,  just me and you. 

(Chorus) 
Bamboo torches and starry skies       
Will be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We’ll dance away each endless night,              
Lost in love, with no dawn in sight. 


Details | Prose | |

Just Jump - Frankenstein's Grand Finale - End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

 

I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.

 

You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.

 

So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.

 

It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.

 

Jump.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Quick!
Before they catch you.

 

This is your last chance to escape.
Jump.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.

 

Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.

 

Jump.
Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.

 

Quick!
Do it quick!
Jump.
… Just Jump.

 

*This is the end of a tortured life.*

 

Turns out…

The bad guys win.

 …………


Details | Romanticism | |

When I Look Into Her Eyes

Every time I'm feeling down, or feeling so blue
As if there's nothing I can do
My spirits always seem to rise
When I Look Into Her Eyes

I'm new at this, this game of love, but got no shame
Get excited when she calls my name
We're trying on love for the very first time
When I Look Into Her Eyes

Their beauty takes me to the depths of forever
Where we are so happy, and together
Oh how I'd love to just hold her tight, and never let go
Into Her Eyes, oh how they glow

Comforting and loving with passion to spare
Those two heavens with my world, I ache to share
I'm trying on a first love, a first love for size
When I Look Into Her Eyes

The fires of my love they're igniting 
And to our future her eyes are exciting
There's rose gardens and sunny skies
When I Look Into Her Eyes

Their love, with desire is burning
She's got my world upside down, and turning
Oh how the world stops, yet the time somehow flies
When I Look Into Her Eyes

But when I think about what will happen
I realize Into Her Eyes, how deep I am trapped in
Soon I will have to kiss her softly with the goodbyes
How long will I live without their beauty, how will I survive?


Details | Imagism | |

DON T BLOCK YOUR BLESSINGS

DON'T BLOCK YOUR BLESSINGS
An idiot sinking in the sea came up on a deserted island. He had heard the philosophy of man is not an island, however, he resided. He put his feet up on a fallen tree and made fire. He was a skilled angler and had his catch of fish. He deep-fried. Once finished, begins to eat. He asks self would he continue to survive. Through his own thinking, he formed a set of values. He walked the shores for several days with little luck. He explored the vegetation and decided what he could consume. He knew he better find timber to build a raft and a home. He became very fatigue and dozed off. He slept for an indefinite time and then awoke to find himself spellbound in a new world. Surrounding him was care and love. He remembered how he came upon an island lost. Today was newfangled. Everything was so beautiful. He asked self was this for real. He would not ponder. He would just live. If he is to be found, this world was attached. Yet somehow, he knew he was blessed. He thanked the good Lord for taking heed, as he was the idiot sinking in the sea. __________________________________________________________________|
Penned on October 25, 2014!


Details | Rhyme | |

Regret

Regret

Regrets I have so many
But one that drags me down
Every time I think about it
My face takes on a frown.

It was the day I left my wife
Though why I do not know
All I know with certainty
Is that I hurt that lady so

I never will forgive myself
The remorse is hard to bear
And everywhere I try to go
The furies, they are there.

I know until my dying day
I never will forget
The day I left my wife behind
It fills me with regret.

8 August 2013 @ 1720hrs.




Details | Sonnet | |

You'd never heal

All you took went in your bottle 
The energy is full throttle 
All those feelings mixed together 
Will explode on the road of the nether 

Never thought you’d let them leave 
It’s happened but you can’t believe 
That the damage has all been done 
And the pain is yet to stain the sun 

Now you see why you must vent 
Half of what’s said is ever meant 
The other half reflects your age 
Embrace what can misplace rage 

Release all that encumbers 
In the greatest of numbers 
And tell the trusted what’s wrong 
Because life is brief, but grief is long 

So don’t conceal 
How you feel 
Or you will peel 

Your emotions 
Mixed with potions 
Cause erosions 

You’d never heal


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Questioning Life

Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention...
To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall.
In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, 
Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole.
Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, 
the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! 
Infusion connection the union eternal, 
Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole,
is truly encountered from deep within query
The meaning the truth the love of it all...
Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing,
The clear light of being shows beauty once more.
Accept what is given agree to the treaty.
Fight not with your fears, and answer your call.
Find substance in living, step over delusions. 
Regardless of meaning, life’s radiance will soar.
So use this awareness these words and this practice,
Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall..
When sad and when empty in need of intention,
No doubts I plead! No need to explore!
Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings,   
Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... 
Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one!
In oneness we’re whole! 


Details | Couplet | |

Meltdown

Meltdown Put chocolate in your pocket on a warm summer day, Then gracefully try to unwrap it and you’ll find there is no way!


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one


Details | Lyric | |

Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Ballade | |

Sad girl rising


Sad girl rising

Let me tell you about this girl I know
My cousin, this girl be
Her life has been so very sad
But how wonderful is she
She was a wild child, till she married
And had her first born child
When she found out that his brain was damaged
It really drove her wild.

She took the Doctor through the courts
Then fought for ten long years
To get the money she deserved
And she cried so many tears
She gained a million pound at last
To help her with the lad
And yet the damage it was done
And it really drove her mad.

Her and her hubby cared for he
And gave their lives to him
It was a twenty four, seven job
But at times it got real grim
She would do just anything
To make his life more sweet
But when she got that Parkinson’s
She was close on to defeat

But no, she struggled with the odds
And though it’s ten years on
Never does this girl give up
When all her hope seems gone
She smiles, and carries on with courage
Like I’ve never seen before
She’s something kind of wonderful
She’s a hero, that’s for sure.

30 July 2o13 @ 1043hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Lyric | |

It's Not Over

Don’t say it’s all over (cause it’s not)
“Sorry” won’t cover it…so don’t go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness 
Oh baby…don’t listen to the commotion…I’m done taking cover (it’s all for naught)
I’m plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I’m plummeting in my nightmare’s abyss

I want to carry you through the night… 
I’m swimming in the ocean of my tears… 
My sodden wings lost its ability of flight…
You've been swimming in your distress for years… 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

I want to remind you to fight the good fight…
My misery pools are brewing inside of my head…
I’m backing away from the light & exploring the night… 
You’re giving in to sleep and I’m wide awake on my bed 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

Please don’t tell me…oh, don’t tell me…darling!
You’re giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) 
I’m scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling!
Someday, things will change for the better… (Don’t turn the wrong lane)
I’m waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay…

I promise you a tranquil reality 
I want to stray with you tonight 
I still have hope that He’ll set us free
I was wondering if you could stay the night
Maybe the Lord could grant us 
Pure, incredible delight 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to gather…


Details | Rhyme | |

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'


Details | Limerick | |

Uglies In Love

Freda Cheda was a skank.
Her whole dang body stank.
Frank “Fugly” Ugly loved her anyway.
He thought about her night and day.
They got married and it was quite rank.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Senior's Day

Usually you're all alone
When there's ringing on your phone
An early call that makes you moan
Just wish it was a dial tone
You grab the phone
Press to your ear
Hello who's there?
You calm your fear
A neighbor's voice comes on the line
You know at once
Things are not fine
What will she say?
This voice today
What gives you dread?
Is someone sick?
Is someone dead?
The news you hear will make you sad
You know it will
It's always bad
And so you hear the tragic tale
Another friend
You start to pale
The call ends soon
Someone who once enjoyed her wealth
She seemed to have the best of health
One minute she was doing great
Then death became her sudden fate
No more to say
Another call
That changed your day
The phone's back now
Back on the wall
Who'll call next
Who's next to fall?


Details | Narrative | |

The Twerker And The Jerk

Dominique was hotter than a pistol and she loved to twerk.
Harold was a super ugly high tech dot-com first class jerk.
When he saw her twerking on the dance floor he got a teepee boner.
When she found out that he had beaucoup money, he was a goner.
After a very short courtship and a whole lot of horizontal polka;
they got married, lived lavishly and his friends thought he was a sucka.
Harold had more money than a crooked politician so their marriage went on.
Even when he turned eighty, Dominique’s dirty dancing gave him a rock hard bone.
Be it love, lust or perversity, Dominique and Harold are still together living very happily.
Lust and greed are both deadly sins, but at least here on earth they have compatibility.


Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part VII, Finis

                                                                    7.

                                                      On The Road Back

Serious illness instructs its victims
In the miracle of the normal life.
Spend time starting over on things you never think of,
And a new appreciation dawns
For the marvel of Being-in-the-World.

     Crisis finally ended, they move me down
     So I may eat like a human again and gain the strength
     To walk geriatrically about the ward
     Creepingly, yet exulting in my newfound freedom
     From the Sargasso Sea of lines that bound me for so long.
     Soon they would send me home
     To where Gulliver's god asserts his primacy.

There is in every life that question never asked aloud,
Yet waits for its whisper in misfortune's ear:
Why go on?

Why the trouble of going on
When we know all things, after all,
Make an end of themselves?
What purpose served when Summer's light gives way again
To Winter's dark, itself to give way once more 
Before the furious blooms of Spring,
This cycling of changes running blindly 'round
'Til all together, when at last we're called away from being
Will soon enough leave not even faint memory
That ever we, or they, had been?

Why go on,
When all are orphaned in the end,
When in due time Time itself will cease to march
When even God may wonder
To what end He set it all in motion for,
Leaving only an original Mystery
To occupy Forever?

     Yet still all things contrive to persevere, especially ourselves,
     Despite our cursed knowledge of Finality,
     Knowing that none shall escape eclipsion,
     But sensing that the weight
     Of whatever we have made of our lives
     Will add its dram of meaning
     When the sum of it all is balanced together
     In the great equation of existence.

We go on for the honor of going on,
Because there is no road back
And the bridges burn themselves behind us as we go.
The going is its own meaning
Because all moments matter to those they happen to,
Are defined by those they happen to -
And in the happening
Each soul makes its bright flash in the infinite dark,
Illumines itself in silent declaration
That it once was, and dared to be,
Despite the vanishing that follows.

     When all is said and over,
     It's perhaps best we measure ourselves
     Against the blazing stars and wheeling galaxies
     To find that we come out the larger 
     Than they in all their magnificence,
     In our tiny, burning brilliance.


Details | Limerick | |

Belated Regrets

Gina is a slim little gal.
She married a Wop named Sal.
Sal is a hit man for the mob.
He maims, he kills, he robs.
Gina rues the day she ever met Sal.


Details | Ballade | |

When this shell is gone

When this shell is gone

Here in this little ditty
I’ll tell you how I feel
I like to put my feelings out
And guess I always will
There’s one thing that does worry me
What I really want to know
Is ‘when I leave this blessed shell’
Will my words then lose their glow?

Don’t need the whole wide world to see
Don’t want that kind of fame
I’d just like some little group
Where people feel the same
As me, to learn to love my words
And gain from them some joy
I’d like to think that when I die
My art, they’ll not destroy.

I really don’t know why this is
It’s just the way I feel
I won’t know much about it
This fact, I guess is real
But still I’d like the knowledge
That my stuff it will live on
Even when, this shell I ride
Has been a long time gone.

9 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Fake Friend

I'm feeling sick from your two faced hypocrisy
When you say one thing and then you're doing another
Cold whispers behind my back you talk about me
Then you act like my best friend with no apology

Why do you beak these friendship rules
And why am I left a suffering fool
I'm left with thoughts of violence and then I'm feeling weak and passive
I'm now a massive walking talking contradiction
And I'm left believing the facts and fiction

It's all because of your backstabbing dealings 
I want to know your game and why I'm the victim of your play
I will not be left the loser of this game
I intend to stay strong and take my prize
As I will face you full on and cut you down to size

This may be hit and miss
But I will expose your cowardice
As you look into my eyes and see that I'm miffed 
And so sick of your ficticious recitals
Now you will realise for you to have kept two facing me was fatal

So answer to me fake friend your front is now broken
And you feel you're struggling to breathe
But now I've lost my use for sensitivity
Remember who crossed the line
I have one fast thought of does it matter at all
Then it all comes back that it's you who broke the rules

Now you've been confronted and your colour fades to grey
You feel your time ticking by as tomorrow turns into today
This was my revenge on you fake friend
My fake friend revenge!


Details | Lyric | |

Ancient History

I went to the VA Hospital and was surprised to see
that most of the patients were old gray haired fools like me.
I asked: “Where are all of the wild young boys who went to the ‘Nam?”
I was told that they were now a small footnote in the annals of ancient history.
I asked: “How can that possibly be?”
I was told that history books are written by stern professors in college backrooms
and not by the wild young boys who actually survived the events of ancient history.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Free verse | |

The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Candy-ass Crybabies

This insane uproar over the name
Washington Redskins proves my contention
that all of the true braves and warriors
were killed off during the old west days.
They should change the name to the
Washington Candy-ass Crybabies
because that’s all that is left
of the once proud American Indians
or as the Candy-ass Crybabies
now call themselves: Native Americans.
Even the most stupid numb nuts among us
should know that any person
born in America is a Native American,
be they red, yellow, brown, black or white.
I bet the Candy-ass Crybabies will get
their frilly pink laced panties in a wad
if any of them read my opinion of the situation.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Is Louder

Love they say is louder than hate.
But I think that it’s a shame,
That only holds true when you have a pretty face.
Maybe I’m a disgrace,
For saying such a thing,
But think about your life and how true that *****rings.
And I cannot deny what this mirror is reflecting,
What’s standing in my way is only one thing.
It was beauty killed the beast,
In famine it will bring feast.
And sideways glances, second chances, you’ll get those at least.
But what about me?
What about us?
It’s power like money,
It drives greed,
it drives lust.
So what about you?
What can we do?
All I can hear,
The sounds that make the world disappear.
Love is louder than hate, but I can’t hear it from here.


Details | Free verse | |

The Gray of Today

Fear is fleeting But in spurts, in different circumstance— it ever remains Hearts stop, hearts skip And returning, adapting The mind does wait in anxious knowing That the fear may at anytime return As the hair quickly burns And is soon nothing A breath finds its way back into our lungs Remembering the despair is the true fear Forgetting the smiles of yesterday To take on the gray of today


Details | Free verse | |

Gratefulness

To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness
6-29-13


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


Details | Rhyme | |

An Era gone

An Era Gone.

An era gone, what's it about?
This life as folk move in and out
And Mum and dad now they're gone too
To be recharged then start anew
A funny dance this life it be
Dancing on eternally.

Yes life it be a complex tale
wrote on the screen of here and now
Brief images just dancing by
Their aim, to make one wonder why
For man can never be like beast
Who happy be, yet know the least.

So deep within my core I feel
A stream that flows and always will
There's spring, then summer, Autumn too
And then the winter. Start anew
So round and round and round it goes
Forever on the river flows.

So me, I see old mum and dad
Reunited, happy, glad.
within a garden filled with splendor
Together oh so loving, tender
As they wait once more to come on down
As the circle keeps on turning round.

2000 Socrares.


Details | Haiku | |

Rest in Peace, Dear Friend

Flowers wilt
Dead carcasses are buried
Loved ones mourn

Rest in peace,
Your life on earth is no more…
Farewell, friend


Details | Rhyme | |

Shield Me

Shield me from this stain I bear,
remove this filth and smut I wear.
Cover my eyes from the evil truth,
discard these lies and hide the proof.

Guard my heart, these beats of pain,
from this spattered torn, loveless stain.
Protect this tired, worn out soul,
the one who beats out of control.

Defend my honor, grace and trust,
uncoil these spoils, away we must.
Preserve the mutiny, oust the pure,
coral the innocent with your evil lure.

Safeguard the takers, fakers and rest,
loosen the chains around this chest.
Release my dignity, vanity and control,
please shield my heart and cover me whole.


Details | Ballad | |

Capricorn, the mountain climber

Capricorn the mountain climber

The goat he is relentless
He'll cimb the higest hill
Just a wee bit at a time
With his gigantic will
He tends to take life seriously
But he can laugh at his own self
This man will try to seek his fortune
And accumulate some wealth.

He be the father of this Earth
He likes to take control
And sometimes he will be considered
As drab, and often dull
He's reliable, you can count on him
When you need to get things done
He'll often work so very hard
He'll forget to have some fun.

He has a lot of patience
And he can put his mind
A hundred percent on anything
And him you'll often find
Working out some problem
Until he gets it right
And for the people in his life
He'll put up quite a fight.

23 September 2013 @ 1422hrs.


Details | Narrative | |

A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 1

And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.

Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.

With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to  untouched places by men.

Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...


Details | Rhyme | |

Two's Magic Nose

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play. 
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only memory was Ol’ Blue’s name.
 
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
 
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted.  He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
 
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue.  Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious.  Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked.  Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”

So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.

“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
Work at the farm was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
 
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a birddog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
 
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it!  It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard.  “How’d you get back?  Lord only knows!”
Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile.  “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
 
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
 
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K


Details | Concrete | |

Explode

                                                      I'
                                                   m
                                                    in
                                                   a
                                                    r-
                                              oom filled
                                          with psychedelic 
                                      machines.           Each 
                                  with a trigger about to blow
                                One look. One word. One hand
                              gesture. And their time is up. Ex-
                            plode! I try to say something kind...
                          something to mitigate...instead, "I'm
                          not going to listen to this crap." Am I
                            the monster they claim me to be? Is
                             my skin green? Are my eyes red? 
                                 Teeth clenched like rods on
                                         barred windows?  
                                            Time to...

                                        EXPLODE!  

                                                 
                            
                                               


Details | Free verse | |

Heartbreak

He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.

T.K


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tomorrow

We don’t know what tomorrow brings
So we just can’t speculate
And it will make no sense
For us to just sit down and wait

The love we found today
We both know it’s real and true
All love with face some obstacles’
But love will always make it through

Some people will try to hold back
What they are feeling in their heart
When they know this love is a fairy tale
Romance Right from the very start

We are worrying about the future
Bout the unknown is like a blank page
But god can close the curtains anytime
Down on any one’s stage

I know a man who loves woman
He falls for her heart and soul
And his parents says it’s crazy
He’s too young and she’s too old

So they stop them from getting marry
Causing years of pain and sorrow
While driving he got in accident today
And they will bury him tomorrow

And the wound in her heart won’t stop bleeding
And every breathe she wish was the last she take
A little boy calls his dad, saying look, look ,dad
And they found her body floating in the lake

His parents was worried bout the future
Although they know it was unknown
But still they plant the seeds of pain
Now look what it has grown

Why didn’t they let them be together?
For today all that remains is sorrow
For trying to change the course of true love
They have taken away their tomorrow

For today they would have been married
And build a happy home of love
But now they are two lost souls
Forever roaming the world above

Some times one year of happiness
Is worth 100 years of being alone
For as long as two hearts are true
Forever the flowers of love will bloom

And as long as there are stars in the sky
And the waves must come to the shore
People of all different ages
Will be falling in love forever more

But what if tomorrow never comes
And you let today go
Then the real magic of true love
You will never get to know


Details | Rhyme | |

Growing up and getting old

Growing up, and getting old

They're growing old, so very old
Their bodies wracked in pain
Their minds are working all the time
Just old minds not yet sane.

He's growing up, and gaining wisdom
They're growing old and stale
They're still playing the same old games
Not floating on the now

He so quietly takes his pain
He knows that it's 'just life'
They curse and fight all of the way
Yet he, he feels no strife

Cause he is growing up [not old]
He flows with all that is
While they grow old in misery
He grows up, with bliss!

27 September @013 @ 0705hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


Details | Rhyme | |

Victim of the war

Victim of the war

Once there lived a fine young man
A lad so brave and true
Restless, filled with energy
And somewhat foolish too
He went to join the army
Adventure filled his mind
He knew that for a soldier’s life
For this he was destined.

He done his training in a camp
In the state of New south Wales
They stole his feelings, taught him how
To walk those jungle trails
And taught him that the enemy
Were evil men, indeed
Then he went off to fight a war
And serve his country’s need.

And now the lad has left his shell
A victim of the war
That shrapnel was too much for him
And now he is no more

So now his folk, who loved him well
They cry a million tears
The telegram that came to them
Awakened all their fears
And now they’ll never see him grow
And raise a family
The chimes of war have taken toll
It don’t seem right to me





Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

TROPHY

TROPHY
Test my courage Remove my fear Offer me naught nothing Push to the limit History will be made. Your are the penis. _______________________|
Penned on October 25, 2014 @ 1:35 a.m. EST!
Acrostic Verse Drama/Dramatic Verse (A New Form by Verlena S. Walker)


Details | Epic | |

Free Will Life

I once veered from the road less traveled 
And gazed upon the minion sheep 
Watching as they followed 
Their mindless paths 
My soul begin to weep 
For the endless torture they had unraveled 
Led by dictation 
Fed on tribulation 
Never once seeing 
An open mind equals an open heart 
I want to shout 
I want to scream and shake them 
As if waking them from a dream 
And tell them to realize 
The world around them is a lie 
Not what they are programmed to see 
But in this free will way of life 
Nothing is as it seems


Details | Haiku | |

Note to Self

Stop writing haikus
They don’t even make sense now
Something something cake


Details | Free verse | |

The Maker Of Miracles

I am the maker of miracles a real spiritual man waltzing through shadows as they pull me back in I know I must escape them any way I can I know the way out like the back of my hand It's just me and the maker together, he and I I told you God is in me you just thought I was high talking with the Zeta's they tell me just why everything has an ending and the old me, must die I'm Calm as a bomb in the eyes of a storm they stare upon me as if I've been warned turn me inside out as a goodness is born I wear my battle scars so stars know I'm war torn When the gift of life is freed from inside the fire starts fading then the anger subsides like the great phoenix, I go back in time a miracle is born and now that I'm revived in my new life, I shine.


Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


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Nix To Thuggery

Do not be a thug.
Be a decent humane man.
You are a human.


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When He Breaks You

When He breaks you

It is to re-make you.

 

If given the choice

To give destiny your voice

You would undoubtedly have picked this state

Such is the irony of fate

 

He breaks you now

So you later see the how -

How the pieces of your journey come to be

A slow but eventual solving of this mystery

 

He makes you work work work – then fail

So that you realize your means are of no avail

Without His will -

But feel His mercy fill -

Even through the aches still

 

He punctures your bubble of hope

To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope

To avoid you saying ‘this was all from me’

Which you might say if it always did come so easy

 

He lets you fall

So that when you stand

It’s straight and tall

Your past sorrows

Not letting you drown

Without your ego

Weighing you down

 

Even while the road appears smooth

He lets you trip and trip again

So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures

From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain

 

In essence,

He knows Best

The perfect Teacher

Who puts the perfect test

-

Truly,

He breaks you

To re-make you…

Better.


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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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WEEPING WILLOW

The breeze of the morn she sought.
     Her eyes were wild, as she thought.
Her hands tremble like a leaf on a tree.
     She marked her steps silently.
Sylphlike is her frame.
     She was a lady not a dame.
Within a distance, she looks back.
     The mansion, she found, was in blackness.
So many skeletons remain.
     Her cape begins to skein.
Angst, she releases a sigh.
     The tears she would cry.

Lithe, she bends,
     as agile as the breeze as the wind.
Interchangeability she disallows,
     as she raised her head up to the clouds.
Perhaps, she thinks, life has been lived.
     Ideology misconstrued she perceived.
This lady was once of rank.
     But, now her spirit sank.
No authority does she has.
     Moreover, no one cares.
The breeze of morning she seeks 
     to find inner peace.

Her story, she feels, must not be shared
     too much pain to reveal.
She will not let the world in.
     A dead life ends.
The beginning of a generation is her discourse.
     She will stiffen her backbone and reform.
Solidify from the melodrama, she walks within determination.
     Her ideas begin to form via life manifestations.
She hears the past as if it was now.
     She frowns and shouts aloud.
“Why has my life defeated me?”
     The vision recedes and she feels that victory is guaranteed.

“Who will cut me down?”
     She ponders, as she turns around.
She had secluded herself to well.
     She was not the one to change that.
"When my existence," she reflects, "is so well kempt
     idiosyncrasies are mine to consider."
Remoteness defines the trees.
     She has entered the morning breeze.
Pulling her cape close, 
     she breathed in to establish hope.
Via internal dialogue she spoke.
     “I must linger in the unknown.”
________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 17, 2014!


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Albert The Alligator, Florida University Mascot Story

A green sweaty swampy land
Maybe no place for a man
But it is a home to many creatures
Such as our friend's the alligators

Now not so long ago,
In their steamy mysterious habitat
There was a fog so dim it almost made it black
and it had large limb's that hung low on the trees 
And each slim blade of grass went an inch above your knees

All gators that lived here
seemed to be very ornary and mean 
And it was considered ordinary
To attack their peers With bone crushing teeth

One could ask,
Why are they so mad?
But it's not their fault
It's just the way they were taught how to act
Ever since their speckled eggs hatched
And learned how to make their jaws snap
 
However, not all gators were like this
There was one who was filled with happiness
He wore a blue hat and a bright orange shirt
Everyone reluctantly called him Albert

Because Albert happened to be completely different
All the other gators kept him at an arm's distance
They called him names and spat in his face
But his joy just never seemed to fade

See Albert had a huge dream
His dream was to be with the humans
As they yelled and screamed
For the local school's winning football team

Out of nothing but sheer excitement,
Albert shared this with the others
But they all laughed even his brothers

So Albert decided right then
to not care about what anyone said
And to pursue his only dream
No matter how long or tough it may be

The next day Albert left that dreary swamp
On mission to prove the nay-sayers wrong
And when he left that dim fog grew so dark
You could not see or hear a big dog's bark

So he made his way to the nearby school
Where he saw not no one, not a single soul
Every building was empty
From the top to bottom floor
The all of a sudden, Albert heard a thundering roar
"Romp!, Stomp!, Chomp!, Welcome to the Swamp!"

He rushed to the football stadium
Where he was met with open arms
He finally felt accepted, safe from abuse and harm
So with his new friends, he rose up in exultation
His life was anew, he was the love of Swamp Nation


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Regaining power

Regaining Power.

He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds
And he doesn’t even notice passing strangers
He’s been here ‘bout a thousand years forever all alone
And he’s always looking out for passing danger.

Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory
As the child calls out in panic “I am here
They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower
And all around I’ve built a wall of fear

But it’s his pain it is his game
As he prowls around his cage
He lives in vain, is he insane?
And fear ignites his rage.

The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire
The little boy he must regain his power
And tell the world “I’m here, I’m here” and feed the burning fire
It would take this much to open up his flower.


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Judge and Jury

Should I disregard
what other people think or,
balanced on the brink, maintain
a thin-veneered façade?
Where shall I store,
how shall I keep,
the poetry I must write
but cannot show--
that which smolders deep
and threatens to erupt?
Must I lock it all
securely in a box,
store it high upon a shelf
where none are wont to go?
Would it be likely to corrupt
the innocently unaware?
Should I, at least,
pretend to care?
Might not I plunge into the mob,
joining others of this ilk...
should it be my job
to preach, now the day
has finally been reached --
to walk alone in open air,
free from fear of full disclosure?
Would my revelations stir
those who taunt, who hate?
Might not their spate of hurtful words,
and worse, prompt my avoidance of 
the fate they threaten,
encourage my reluctance to unmask?
And may I be moved, instead,
in surly tones, to ask
who made them my judge and jury?


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.








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Shimmering Darkness

She woke up everyday 
to the beckoning of death's toll. 
But decided to embrace life, 
pulling herself from the darkened hole. 

With a new brightness in her eyes, 
she lived life as partially buried gold. 
Never afraid of the darkness, 
or what the future may hold. 

Shimmering beneath the dirt, 
her beauty shall now unfold. 
True legacy lies hidden to reign, 
for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. 

One example of grace goes far, 
farther then any story ever told. 
With strength that comes from deep within, 
that's been held from days of old. 

Among the majority she lived, 
witnessing atrocities flare. 
From her soul she would always give, 
though no one seemed to care. 

As the bells of sadness began to ring, 
she would rise above the gloom. 
Out of darkness and despair she would sing, 
with a melody that filled the room. 

The tears that had fallen proved as strength, 
to her ever-impending light. 
Onward traveling to any length, 
for what she believed was right. 

When darkened paths shimmer, 
despite the pangs of apathy, 
through life she will always glimmer, 
no matter what the tragedy.


-Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!


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THE REVITALIZATION OF DETROIT, MICHIGAN

Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown. They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord. Never could she state what was meant. She countered innately. She rejoined her past. Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday. How does history repeat? Atrocious is this cruelty. What went before is not to be. However, a reality has formed from yesteryear. The future is a seed, which has matured profusely. Seething a lost is she who faces a breach in her memory. Neurological resources are their tool. The mind willingly enters this superlative institute. Reconsider what has been done because tomorrow has come. Reflect to divert to revitalize a city’s self-worth. ___________________________________________ Penned on September 06, 2014!


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An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


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Everything that Never Was

 
i can feel it dissipating from every clogged pore on my body never a timeframe more wasted has this dismal nothing taken all of what was left from these ashes i shall be rebuilt only to stare back at that reflection to see nothing more than what i feared my soulless vessel will be ceaseless there is nothing more grotesque more monotonous more beautiful than what you could never take what was never born shall never die. Joseph B. Garcia


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In my Lifetime

(From the other side of the track)

Grammar the regal tool of pure English
Alas used as a wedge to classify,
A divided country a trait snobbish
To ridicule lampoon then pacify.
This class structure based on one’s conveyance
The transfer of language the written word,
A populace afraid of decadence
Chances of education seldom heard.

Behold the reign of slang chaste dialect
Devolved from our Viking forefathers,
Just a distant phase of one’s recollect
As those characters our grandfathers.
Tradition broken down with one issue
Purity of a language to pursue.

7th january 2012


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We're Still Here

...en l'an soixante-dix de mon age...

All the familiar names from our youth
now belong to aged, unfamiliar faces.
Even my own reflection startles
as I pass the mirror
hanging in the hall.
Suddenly, we are old.
And, although taken by surprise,
we must accommodate reality --
perhaps convince ourselves
how lucky we survivors are --
how much better that we wear
these flaccid faces, these worn-out bodies,
these aids and apparatuses,
than to have ended
while in almost-mint condition.
But these are mere macabre,
septuagenarian musings.
So, let's forget all this!
Turn up the music
and hear us murmur,
in weakly mordant, fatalistic,
untriumphant chorus:
"We're still here!"


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Stolen Tears

her stolen tears fall in peace
veiled from a world that will not cease
her knitted brows now show their crease
as she weeps into her comforting fleece
nothing can slow their rapid increase
as they finally find their release…


~Inspired by the wonderful Monorhyme by Nette Onclaud "Black Tears"~

Nette,
You are an amazing poet and you are missed here every day.
I hope that these words find you well and that you will be back 
to inspire more of us here at the Soup!


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Side By Side

Oh it's a beautiful night!
The moon is full
And the stars are glowing
While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze
Start slowly blowing...

A campfire's flames are burning so bright
While a young couple holds each other tight
Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace
Traveling together, through time and space
Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide
Two lovers forever, Side By Side

Under the stars, both of them lay
They've been together, happy, all night and all day
Holding each other, a sweet caress
While green grass stains her pretty white dress
But no words, to each other, do they say
Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way

Gazing up at the stars
Breathing in the night
Them together with nature
A beautiful sight

All the years they've both struggled
And how they cried 
Has led them here tonight
It matters not now
As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side


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A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’


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When the mind is like a whirlpool

When the mind is like a whirlpool
 
I know that feeling well, do I
When the mind goes round and round
It’s hard to eat and hard to sleep
And peace cannot be found
‘Turn it off’ you scream within
I can’t take it any more
At times you think of suicide
As the fear touches your core.
 
You’re love ones ask, what’s wrong with you?
But you don’t know yourself
All you know is you don’t feel right
And it’s mucking with your health
You see all of those counselors
They do no good at all
And all you really have to say
Is life’s so very cruel!!
 
Then one day you, might realize
That it’s all down to you
No one can do it but yourself
And what you have to do
Is do some simple meditation
And take a look within
Then find out what you truly are
Let sanity come in.
 
6 September 2013 @ 1927hrs.
                                                         


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Candy Made Of Cotton

You were born and raised as a dream,
That someone else liked to keep.
Run me like a river,
Currents can’t keep us from sleep.
You were raised like a flag. 
So sorry so forgotten,
You were left at half mast.
A tomato in the sun not dried but rotten. 

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Turn me like a table.
The only stories I ever heard were fables.
So now all I tell are tall tales. 
Something about cats in cradles. 
I wanted so much from life but I was afraid to reach.
Now hand in my pockets tangled up in sleeves.
My dreams have stayed just dreams.

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.


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Vets story

Vietnam Vets Story

Have you heard the story
Of those bold courageous men
Who served their country tall and proud
As they fought in Vietnam.
They done their country proud and all
And showed how soldiers fought
But now their lives aren’t worth a damns 
Their nerves all tense and taut.

They sprayed their poisons on trees
Endangered all these men
And fed them drugs not tested yet
They didn’t care back then!
They wanted just to win a war
A war pointless and mad
And many now do suffer so
Their lives all sour and sad.

And now these men just live their lives
All down with no self value
{Their bodies torn their minds all twisted
Marriages broken too!}
They have to fight with all their might
To get fair compensation!!!!
What price to risk one’s soul and life
In defence of one‘s good nation.


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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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Trust in destiny

Trust In Destiny

Do your best then trust in destiny,
It’s the only valid thing that you can do.
Cause there ain’t no use in worrying,
It’s a fact I’m telling you.
It wears you down and makes you sad,
Or boils your blood and gets you mad
No worry’s not the proper thing to do.

You found a lump or your children get ill
Or you’re out of dosh and cannot pay your bills,
Or death has shadowed your poor life
Or you think someone may steal your wife,
Your kids are causing too much strife,
It’ll all work out when the time is rife
 It will work out I’m telling you.

So throw them, Ditch the bloody lot,
And look right now at what you have got,
For worry causes love to die and rot
It does, it does I’m telling you.

So watch the Sun come up every day,
In nature everything’s is just okay.
The Earth keeps turning steadily,
And the birds still sing in ecstasy,
And deep within your soul you’re free,
And it all depends on destiny
No matter what you try to do.


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Immortality

"Here lies within; an old memory."- 
Could be the title to any poem
I pen in effort to tell my story.
Be warned, however, not every tribute
Is deserving of being remembered. 
I write of those people whom I hold dear; 
For those who care, will always remain close.
I write of those who churn out injustice; 
Shed new light on that which is misleading.
Though there are few of whom I never write; 
For some evils are best left forgotten. 
Some souls best left forever mere mortals;
Fading away soon after their quick death.
With my words; the worthy reign immortal.
For though I may not be Keats or Byron, 
Poetry lives long when it is enjoyed.
Those guilty of injustice mongering
Shall forever be remembered as such, 
And those whom are too vile and villainous
Shall become lost in the pitter patter
Of the rain eroding the tombstone's name.
But those in glory will be the sunshine
That cracks that sombre rock, kisses the grass, 
And gives life and love to the willing world. 
For I write them with love and honesty.


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Yellowstone

Abundance of life
Water-fire-breathers
Home to extinction


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Dream

The way you kiss
It makes me sad
Pure and innocent
like a relationship i've never had
You could be a liar, or playing pretend
And i know that you're poor heart is still on the mend

But you grabbed me
And desire seeped out of my old soul
I felt it was the last time we'd ever embrace
and the way you kiss
made my thoughts race
I thought of what i was missing
long before we started kissing
About what i deserved, tolerated and settled for in the past
Before, i was so young
and just wanted
A fleeting feeling to last

The way you kiss
it boggles my mind
the backstabbers and snakes
i leave them behind

I cant be cocky, i cant brag or boast
Because i cant find the words to whisper in your ear

i cant touch you, or play coy games when you're near
A great transformation, A journey of some kind
Or perhaps its all a dream in my mind.


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As I Sit at my Table

As I sit at my table
Overlooking the sea
I try not to look for its unforgiving blueness
it is too much for my heart.
My heart which is once again, empty.

Loss has followed my heels 
for many years and
it follows me still.
As surely as the waves
flow in and out again with the ebb tide.

No more shall I look at the mountains
their tips frosted with white surely, and
no more the shells that I so carefully
collected with my most secret self
the part that was my own
which I let be exposed for a small time...
Came out into the shooting star sun
with the driftwood 
even the grayness,
the light rain...

I picked them up
held them tight 
took them home with me
each an expression of something radiant
and decorated the deck with their unique beauty
Arranged them in a way which said most eloquently
Here I am ...
here are the parts of me for the world to sea
for a while until sure as the water flows

It was asked of my heart
to toss them back
and so I did.  Into the greenish dryness, I tossed them
Not where they go at all, it was wrong
but into the thick brownish cover of trees
for there were far too many of my shells by then

They were too heavy
they had become just a burden.
The very action itself left a scar on my heart
that could not easily be fixed nor would it ever
but it must be done

Always in the past when asked
to do something
that felt a trespass against my soul,
an action which hurt so very much
and went against 
rather than with my own tide...
meant something was coming which
would surely damage me

A storm 
which would rage and which would tear pieces of me apart
The shells were just fragments of myself anyway
but the innermost fragments of myself
which I had collected when I felt like sharing
at times when I sparkled even on gray days

In the glittering sun
In the light gray rain
but sure as the ebb tide brought them in
they would go out again
maybe not as I would have liked
but broken and damaged.
Surely as I had brought them in from the beach
they could not stay
as my heart, 
dark and riddled with loss
must have its due

as I sit at this table
alone 
and yet unable to look at the water
not to look at the mountains
and not to hear the birds sing


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Under

He crouched among the ‘noble’ men Of so much worth they were much to him As seas carry creatures, he carries hope within How much longer must he wait for them, then- To let him in? A beam of a smile appeared on his face They spoke of beautiful women, in dance and grace Their laughter fed his soul like water quenching fire His confidence low, yet high his most wanted Desire The chatter was of an upcoming banquet With well-dressed lovelies, their speech eloquent Hearts swollen with wine and merriment He longed to live among them With resentment Eyes never glanced his way, he hoped to find A gleam coming to meet him eye to eye And as they spoke with anxious humor, There came over the youth a sudden Tremor He was ready to make himself known In beggar’s clothes he would have shown That he can speak as eloquent as any And that the smallest bodies of waters Are plenty The ‘noble’ men continued their vibrant chat Without a thought of the boy, not e’en a glance When suddenly the youth sprung up, ignited “My friends, I too—I too Am excited!” There was a pause in the chilly air Some men laughed but the host merely stared The beggar man smiled and bowed so nobly They would have never suspected a man of his tongue As lowly The smile disappeared as they continued to jeer And the boy was overtaken with inferior fear At last the host said, “Good man, I am glad you are excited, But do tell me—er...were you ever Invited?” His head went down the kindhearted floor He could not take the unfeeling eyes on him anymore Pained to the marrow of his bones, he shook his head He was never invited, he was never Well fed He ran away with tears in his youthful eyes It is sad how quickly one’s hope can die And all that night no hope remained but hunger, Leaving him driven to survive, not above But under


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


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I, Alone

I, alone,
Have felt this pain 
That you have been hiding from me...
Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain
That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness
I, alone,
Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address

I, alone,
Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems
Bringing me down...dragging me down
In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams

WHY do the sun not shine on me? 
I, alone,
Can't bear my affliction 
...all alone...
This solitude will 
always hover around me...
The reason is still unknown
My mind is blown...
I'm surprised how much I've grown

I, daily,
Wish and pray for a brilliant future
For you...Remember, friend of mine - 
To shine with confidence like the sun
REMEMBER, friend of mine:
You are never alone no matter what

I, alone, 
Have experienced and felt your suffering...

You and I
Have to work together
And help each other along the way - 

Are you willing to accept my offering? 


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Here Lies the Problem

Here Lies the Problem I can’t believe it! I did it again! Once more I told the truth! Each and every time I desire to disguise Something that should not be told, I end up in a deep dark hole. This is not a place I wanted to be right now. My vision is restricted to only a frown. From here on out, I swear I’ll be a devout disciple of the deceiving arts. She was my girlfriend, Up until just now. We just broke up. Two years gone down the drain. All because of a stupid claim That turned out to be true. She asked me if I had any clue, Whether or not her dress looked good. My response to her was complete truth, The dress was too long, She was bound to trip, and any guys looking at her would dip their heads to look between her armpits. After that comment, she waved it aside. She decided that it was the best that she could possess. (Though in her defense, she was hard-pressed to find a small enough dress) And who would have guessed, that all the other girls were dressed in their absolute best Form-fitting gowns and floral crowns. She cried aloud in distress and bowed her head to look at her dress. She then turned around and tripped into my arms. In the process, she set off the fire alarm. Mayhem followed shortly after. It turned out to be an utter disaster. Now it is one day that has passed, And she just told me our relation is in the past. I can’t believe that I told her the truth and left. I Didn’t Lie Because it Would Have Hurt More...


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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Water

The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.


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Flawless Wish

Written by D. W. Breidenthal 


You take my breath away

I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away 
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster 

I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy 
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea

This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear 
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown

The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull 
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul 
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish

You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle 
On my own, but you stripped away the agony 
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!

You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise 
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night  

It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery  

I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
 
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow? 


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Everyone's afraid

Everyone’s afraid.

One can sit there all alone
And ponder all day long
One can write a million poems
Sing a million songs
Climb the highest mountain
Swim among fierce sharks 
Yet something deep within him 
Screams alone there in the dark.

One can cover up his fears 
And folk may think that brave
Yet somewhere deep within his psyche
He’s bound to be afraid
Of something somewhere, that’s a fact
Unless the truth’s been seen
And anyone whose found that truth
Will know just what I mean.

Some folk scared of violence
Some folk scared of peace
Some folk scared to be alone
And can’t get no release
And some folk scared to be afraid
Yet each, we know some fear
Take a look at this world today
Then this message will be clear

11 October 2014


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


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Why

Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay

with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief

with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find

a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?

Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?

for the Sandy Hook children.  RIP.


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Sad Versus Happy

It’s dark.
It’s tense.
It’s something everyone fears.
This thing is sadness.
But there is one thing that can make defeat this evil thing.
It brings joy.
It brightens your face.
It’s something everyone loves.
This is happiness.
Everyone should have it.
Everyone does have it.
You just have to find it.


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Leaving the flow Constanza

I do my best to go with the flow
Yet, I was never meant to be here
Drinking empty words like rancid beer

You sure enjoy putting on a show
Sincerity important to you
Faking it until it seems so true

Older and wiser, there are things I know
Still clinging to how I want things to be
In the end it is all up to me

It's hard to leave but it's time to go
Deep in my heart I know you're not a friend
Enough is enough I cannot pretend

I did my best to go with the flow
You sure enjoyed putting on a show
Older and wiser there are things I know
It was hard to leave but it was time to go

Inspired to write this poem after reading Connie Marcum Wong's Constanza.


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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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I wanted to call

Staring at my phone
Oh how I wanted to call
But I didn't know what to say
Instead I stood just out of your reach
Wondering what you needed
Hoping someone else was by your side
Asking you what was on your mind

Distance offers insulation
Providing me an excuse
To look the other way
Tomorrow is another day
Surely you'll be okay
I think it's enough to merely pray
Knowing you have a dragon to slay

Perhaps I'm afraid you will lean on me
I don't know what kind of friend I'll be
If you look too close what will you see
A fragile man reaching out his hand
Trying desperately to understand
Life doesn't always go as planned

I can't mask my sad, I won't pretend
You don't need a cheerleader, you need a friend
I'll try not to be brittle with help I'll bend
With ears and heart my soul I lend
For you my friend are important to me
I will come close, I want to be
There for you
Tell me what to do
Help me see
What kind of friend
You need me to be
Within your courage I see 
We both can learn what it means to be free
There are answers somewhere
Well beyond
What these eyes are trying to see.







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My cobain smile

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

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

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

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

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

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

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

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

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

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

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


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Candlelit Fantasy

No words can describe what you do to me
You inject in me some sort of venom-like sweetness
Mind and body erase
Making room for feeling and admiration
On my side of thought, you merely despise me
You leave me in melancholy wonder
Melting me like a candle, I become so low
And burn all the more!
Because this wax in me is lathered in your substance
Sometimes I wonder if you are made of venom at all
Sometimes I bring myself to believe. . .
That you are sweet. . .
And you want me to enjoy it
Why I suffer so profusely I cannot tell
Why I allow myself to believe 
That I may love you
Only toughens my doubt of a shell
Perhaps I never loved you
Or perhaps I do more and more everyday
And the shell grows all the more fragile
I am low as can be in this room
This dreary, candlelit fantasy involving you
I age in a young body
Trapped in ancient pain
Wrapped in insipid, typical emotion
Bludgeoned with irrefutable doubt
Your very few words burn me
Melting me into nothing. . .
But when I am finally blown out
I have no choice but to harden

Sometimes I return tall
Other times I remain small
I wonder which one you prefer


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I dont want to think about that

So what if i smoke, who does it hurt?
Why do you care what plant i choose to grow from the dirt?
I just want to laugh again,
I i just want to smile again,
Smile for something other then a family photo.
This is my crutch, this is how i cope..
This is how i tell my self that there is still hope, It could be my only hope.
My obi-wan-kanobi, the only one who knows me.
I don't know if your my savior but do believe your close,
you keep me laughing, you keep me off a rope.
mother why can't you see! 
This is so much more then dope!
It leaves a sour taste now because I know you don't approve,
there is so much worse things that i could use and abuse,
Don't you remember my friend Dillon? Don't you remember the news?
I knew he was getting into bad Sh*t but i just ignored the clues..
but f*ck, i don't want to think about that....
F*CK! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT!
Maybe if i smoke this it will somehow bring him back..


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Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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Silent Fires

And like that, the mind flashed on
The light was slowly dulling and the darkness was winning
Crushed into sooty shadows
Thoughts spewed from the gloom
Glowing so pessimistically dry
As if by Hades the darkness was fulsome

The quiet rendered all but peace within
Stabbing into the skin
The pinprick of realization 
The drive for recognition
But the sudden snap of sicklied inspiration
Transformed the atmospheric epiphany
Overwrought yet powerless
Consuming like heartless acid
Eating but disintegrating

People crunched up the words
People averted their eyes from the beginning
Others stayed till the end
Enduring through the rubbish
Then turned their heads away for good
Glad it was all over

And still 

Thoughts reveled in and out of negative pores
Glaring in silent fires
Flaring with false light

Unsure
Understood 

Always burning
Yearning


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COME FLY WITH US

    COME FLY WITH US
We need you to get on them airplanes
and fly.
Come fly with us
come fly lets fly today.
Fly to Dizzyland.
Fly to New Yolk and spend money.,
You are safe
we have US Sky Marshalls
in our airplanes
and the Stewardass's know karati, kung fu, jui jitsui
and artificial percperation.
If nothing else works,
our generals have permission to
shoot airplanes down.
Come fly today. 
And if the fighter pilot
misses his shot,
we gots a few
drones.
We gots big drones n itty bitty drones
high flyin drones and hop skotchin drones
We gots heat seekin drones
and winndow peekin drones.
Andy of our drones
can blow anything
out'n the sky.
See y'all is safe.
Come fly with us today.
Come fly today.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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A Day In The News

Who hit it big: and who got snub!

The Oscar nomination is in 
Who got snub and who won?

Would the world become a better place?
When a father can take his son to the park
     Before dark without all gun fire;

Life can take us anywhere, but no matter where we go
Let pray that isn’t an outbreak of the flu,  
To make us stay indoor with all the aches 
and pain behind closed doors

Intensify and scary; as it may seem until Quvenzhané Wallis 
9-Year-Old youngest best actress nominee,
 In Hollywood nomination history:  won her first trophy

Just when you thought everything was going great
Hundreds of whales trapped under the frozen water near Canada:  
Mother Nature is definitely trying to tell us something.

 To believe that it was warmer in that part of that region:
  a  confused school of whales;
     Had to bailed
 
Ben Laden death photo may stay secret
Why not reveal it?

It might be better off saving the one horn Rhino
Or debating the value of a family dog in Texas

One more day in a verse in the news




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Midlife

Midlife Crisis, or so they say
They call it this when grown men play

They buy shiny cars and fly in planes
They chase young women to dull their pangs

They hang in packs and tell their lies
And find no truth in empty eyes

They take great voyages to find the truth
Yet no one gets wet in the fountain of youth

They color hair and wrinkle not
But time comes forth, although not sought

And Time, my friend, is an unbeaten foe
Rolling you over in its under-toe

The battle lost, they bow their heads
Father time sets the hour glass next to their beds

And in the end , they remember this
That time well spent is time of bliss


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home 
Written by D. W. Breidenthal 

Where's my home sweet home?
Oh, have mercy on my soul oooh...x3
Can you hear me x4
Where's my home sweet home?
You are my cloud 7... Baby, you didn't quite make it to cloud nine yet
You were my haven I called my home sweet home
You lift me high above the clouds 
You make me suffocate with your passionate shrouds 
Oh, have mercy on my soul oooh...x3
Can you hear me x4
Where's my home sweet home?
You made me drink the love potion that made me drunk with your designating light
Your adrenalin is passed on to me now...yes, success to me...but those bad poisons will choke my heart out...and make me have a heartache 
Oh, have mercy on my soul oooh...x3
Can you hear me x4
Where's my home sweet home?
I don't like you for that x3
You rejected me and ignored my whispering, soft, delicate voice
That sang you lullabies every single night before you embraced silent slumber 
You have no consideration towards me...
Oh, have mercy on my soul oooh...x3
Can you hear me x4
Where's my home sweet home?
So, allow me to close the front door and find my way back home 
You have no hearts towards anybody
Where shall I roam? Am I left to roam on my own?
Where's my home sweet home?


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Time -part 2-

Even then though—you ask how!
How can she not return the hatred!
But we humans cannot think so beyond
To even dare comprehend the mystery sentiments she possesses
Surrounding her are twelve unattainable senses
That we only know from a single mind’s imagination
Like space she is enigma
And she will wander there without any question
Her senses are twelve sojourners that never tire
Watching with melodious eyes
Some see darkness and some see light
And none are ever affected by the garish dark
Or even the furious bright
Only Time can tell
What the multiple futures hold
But she is patient and silent
Speaking for all of our burning minds
Anger often burns our sides
For we do not want her silent comfort
Her hints seer us and overbear us
Were it be truth we would see it as deceit 
Were it deceit we would at last find her a flaw
We want everything now
And for that we suffer
And she is confused by our abhorrence
But she is intelligent, brave and belligerent 
And she cuts no slack
She will give none back
But in forwardness she is abundantly generous
Feeding us futures of hope
Her thanksgiving is art to those at death’s door
Those that make it in the uncertainty of night’s long abode
Some think her cruel to have them live on
But she had no choice in the matter
She is merely a vigilante
And in that vision—a humble giver
Time sees the rulers of this world
And smiles as she sees them go
May you not think her cruel to smile
To think that she thinks us inferior 
For it isn’t so!

Time is on our side
But we are ever against her
Ever against her
 
8/5/13
(note: This was meant to be one full poem, but I could not fit it on one page. Thank you kindly for reading)


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Repeat

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


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More

Burns Stuck in the throat Choking burns Searing from the inside out Always returning Always churning Swallowing fire Swords with no edge Licking with damage Blackening from the inside A cancerous trap Always made alive Built to take away the pain The flame of fame Burns Something caused this fiery reign A handsome, showy shield With no protection Just an empty mask reflection Leading to the grave Croaking like a frog Hurled in the midst of a sweltering bog Caught in a gulp Inhalation is a war— A war for more! Breathe out Keep swallowing Panic There shines the manic In all its glory Watch as it slowly Burns Words do nothing but feed the fire The fame grows evermore Opinions cry and never tire Gesturing for more Festering for more Burning for more Dying for more


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Cause and Effect

An ice cold glare
From across the room
A pointed stare
An impending sense of doom
It wouldn't have taken long
To see what was wrong
But the reason why she hides to weep
Goes further than just belly deep
just one call
A conversation overheard
Caused silence to fall
But for the repetition of one word
Walking home from the park
On a night all too dark
Passing an alley, a man
With a devastating plan
Forced down on the ground
Mouth covered in tape
Struggling to make a sound
To cry 'rape'
Now every day at school
She sees first hand how children can be cruel
Placing bets on when it shows
On when she'll have to wear baggy clothes


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Vicissitude

It wasn't quick
but it seemed to happen so.
The indecisive thoughts soon became quite clear,
but not exactly as crystal would be.
It's easy to see
why it could be frowned upon;
many have ended hurt,
scarred,
and even put to eternal rest.
However, she was undaunted;
she knew her misconceptions could only be 
beneficial.
A swift turn and a venturesome soul
shaped her into a beautiful love song,
a hysterical vision of black and blue.
Throughout the tough goings
and a shattered lullaby or two,
she settled, though erratic,
into a breathtaking work of art
made of misfortunes and lust.
"Change has come and left,
but it shall never be truly gone,"
She cried in her lucid dreams
of the present.


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Strings

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


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You're My Plague

You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart throbs in unease You carry me off to a far-off island Your breeze keeps me flowin’…scraping sand Your names escapes my lips I tell myself, “Get a grip, dude…” But you decided to intrude... My blood drips to the floor I’ve been losing balance… The instant you pushed me aside Your quietude devours me… I can’t help, but hide… I feel horribly disheartened…feelin’ too insignificant To start my day with a good note Too discouraged to be motivated to run… You trade me your pain in the past I consume it like a bear My stomach is churning persistently…you’re running too fast… I’m dowsed in despair My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility Your dreams caress my own… This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone I’m under your dazzlin’ spell… This is heaven – not living hell! I’ve been bruising myself over you…for a while now The moment you abandoned me that night… Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind… I think better of you – everything’s black and white I feel so exquisite when I’m around you… So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise… But I still feel malnourished… By your sweltering disease My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees I’m stumbling off my feet – I’m not at all pleased I’m not in the mood to be teased… I’m suffering…I’m not discreet How did you push me off my feet? Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete? You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees You carry me away to an unknown place Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face I’ve faced you way too many times – Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace


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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.


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12-21-12

The end of the world — 
I will see you all in hell.
May I rest in peace.


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I Am Free

I have lived my life confused
not sure what I wanna do
I've made my share of mistakes
and I have paid

But now I'm in a better place
Within my heart and upon my face
I start each day with purpose
Not afraid

As children we are bred to fear
Do as we're told and shed no tear
But rarely does the punishment
Fit the crime

Now I am parental age
Within myself a war is waged
My innocence is running
Out of time

I am free
To be whoever I want to be
But can't you see
I just wanna be me


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BUTTERFLY KILLING

A killer garden of love 
expects pollution of sin 
was walking in town 
embraced my chest home
serving the environment 
 
Butterfly flies 
affect the branches done
disappeared and gone
health in a car exhaustion 
guard our natural wealth 
let's save the wildlife
do not be smug!


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Teenage Pregnancy

With broken heart and all alone, she cried.
“I love you.” were his words, but he lied.
A sweet young girl now lost in deep despairs.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

She always was her daddy's little girl.
His precious child to womanhood was hurled.
A father's love surpasses anger's flares.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

She went to church to learn the right and wrong.
A choir angel singing heaven's song –
Brothers, sisters solemnly sit and stare.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

Her rounded body feels the life within.
Motherhood lives near to her chagrin.
Her mother held her close; the tears were theirs.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

“Sure, she's nice,” he said, but we are so young.
Fatherhood was not for him; his song was sung.
“She should have been more careful,” he declares.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

© May 22, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/teenagepregnancy.html:  Often, teenagers don't receive 
timely prenatal care, and they have a higher risk for pregnancy-related high blood pressure and its 
complications.


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layers peel

I had a dream,
It was a nightmare.
I remember nights where,
I’d sleep. 

I don’t wanna feel lonely, 
it feels too real.
But if I don’t feel lonely,
Then I don’t feel.

Again my layers are starting to peel,
Which is a sad shame,
I was just starting to heal.


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Just A State of Mind

Whoever said, “Age is just a state of mind”, 
Was out of theirs, just trying to be kind.

Perhaps ‘twas a woman, afraid of getting old,
Whose mirror knows the only face to whom the 
   truth’s been told.

Perhaps an older man traveling  “over the hill”,
Who’s found no panacea in the “little blue pill”.

You are your age.  How time can fly.
A slap on the butt and you begin to die.

Life and death – that is God’s way.
Tomorrows should be thought of as “extra” days.

So, take your aging in less troubled stride.
Reflect upon your age with pride.

You’ll have much less time tomorrow.
Don’t waste your meager time on sorrow;

And waste none in fear of the Reaper’s day. 
You can’t run fast enough to get away.


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There Was A Woman Alone And Afraid


There was a woman,
alone and afraid...
Her husband left her…
She felt betrayed!

I remember seeing her look
of despair…
Was there anyone who
really cared?

This was a very
 difficult situation.
A lot of heartache and frustration!

I remember seeing her 
 at church before.
But no one sees her anymore!

People would pass her by,
Seemingly, not concerned…
Even though things in her life,
had taken “the wrong turn.”

Aren’t we to help the widows
 and single mothers too?
This is what God’s word 
asks of me and you!

As the body of Christ... 
We should serve one another.
Reaching out to the widow
 and single mother.

We must let them know they’re
not forgotten!
Before their lives hit
“rock bottom”

This is a command Christ 
Wants us to do!
He’d do the same for 
ME and for YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


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Inner strength empowers

Inner strength empowers

Depressed and devastated life,
Heartbroken, living in deep dark,
Once an ardent lover, now a wife,
Electrifying, has now lost her spark,

Little did she know of his intentions,
Unless summons from court arrived,
Came true all the vivid apprehensions,
Her faith came crashing, lay deprived,

A never thought of life, without him,
Now struggling to untie the knots,
Mental agony had reached its brim,
A firm stand, enough to undo plots,

Awakening of inner strength was all that she had to do,
So strong and confident she would emerge, he had the least clue!


Written on 22/7/14
Contest- Strength empowers 
Sponsor- Verlena S Walker


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My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



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PLUNGE IN BETWEEN

this past days, I can not write..
I feel something isn't right...
They said: "I'm bright"..
I said: "midway, I'm alright"...

I am in a deep thought..
Who could have sought..
I wish a bias thinking, they brought..
Oftentimes, lurks fear and doubt..

kindling, worry and anxiety to life..
terrible at times as it cuts like knife..
still, remaining still despite the strife..
bewitched and bewildered til dust..

Nevermind, all this will soon last..
Richness and beauty gradually rusts..
thus, stay humble and tuck in that bust..
God always sees and just..

by: olive_eloi
sept. 12, 2013
10:30pm


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A Tide or A Pool

The photo album speaks a story, A life full of esteem and glory. Put in chronological order Might have been a psychological disorder. A frail pale body You could picture it in your head. Tall maybe his height But his hands were red. From being his parent’s imperfect boy To being his class’s imperfect student, Didn’t make much difference to him Except for messing of the ingredient. He adsorbed pride But insecurity found vestibule. From outside he was a tide Within he was a dirty pool. Succeeded in making followers, Who praised and supported when he fell weak Would pick on every other innocent Had the idea that this would hide his streak. Dying, crying, fighting and lying, The tails tried their best to suffice But when the reality dawned on the retinue They had already stepped on the precipice! Fell with their master and burst on the floor Traits evaporated from within the core. Followers produced devotion Master was all about commotion.


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Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


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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.


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Inquisition poetry 101


I stopped to stool siphon sip on a cool blue 
circumstance in the means between the in 
times loath listening to complacent
poetic prostitutional practices of stir my friends 
ego echoes doing the same f. u. c. k. e. d.
favor dance for me when I ego envy enter 
exist your contra content littered with
manic moronic mentaloronic maladies
of entrance entrocities. Lining words
pentamhextamater, rich rhyme, cleaveage crotch
clearance, colic c.u.n. t. coffiure
frantic fascist frames, abounding with 
wok out at me sillo sounds
composite of cruel crisp compound
cumulo capsules of I, me, mine
mousy miniscules in drop dreamy
lovelorn lostlust learned
limitations lauded longevity living
linguistic liquidlovelorn light
leaking lanterns, which bequeath 
*****in broth biscuited breveties
lucid laminated with word wornwaste 
catagorical crass. Leave wailwall  
enough alone when yr tackless 
trash talent is way less than spittle,
your poor prowess less than dodah duh, Po e tree?
So, my wordful children of BS, when writing yr so called pitypoetry,
devoid of dream dance diminutives coinciding correctly with wrenching wraps
of prostitutional ponder relentelessingly revealing a rapture 
of vast vile emoelements of comprosotory 
composites of fecalfroughtfrightfolly of fantasies in 
poet emeritus of urineyourns  a 3 way stretch non nobel poetlorietsupreme
goodfistingluckwiththatcrap;therefore u either play the game or 
risk reside in the zombie aperature camera obsecura word death orbit; therefore 

Assimilitate before u ass umulate, 
Build before u bridge buldge
Concentrate before u cumulo capsulate
Decide before u dildo dick tate
Engulf before u evo enevelop
Fragment before u fracture fantasize
Grasp before u geno germinate
Hallucinate before u hasty hippocrate
Initialize before u initiate
Jackulate before u Jillulasm
Literate before u laud luminate
Mentor before u mirror menstruate
Nurtuate before u neuro negate
Obliviate before u oogle obligate
Postulate before u priest present
Question before u quotionent quest
Recreate before u radical resonnate
Saturate before u semen sacrlidge
Tintalate before u trick translate
Utilize before u usurp ugly 
Victory before u vile vanquish
Want before u willful waste
X-turn right @ W follow the X signs
Yuletides before u yell yeildtides
Zeusotide before u zonk zerozilchotones. 
 
 


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Bon Voyage

tattered, yellow napkin
softly settles into the murky lake
as it absorbs it's last spill
our names in gold, still legible

this ring, never fit, seldom worn
"I love you" etched innermost
I know you do, I just couldn't say it much
now I can, but you don't hear

it's cold out, especially on the water
our favorite time, autumn's change upon us
our old craft, tattered sail I told you I'd fix
before your birthday that never came

now why bother, It's the final voyage
a muted splash as the ring follows
and I sit, shivering silently in the blue dusk
the cold urn between my knees

now raised, and poured
a cloud of dust, your earthly remnants
ashes to ashes to water to earth
our dreams unlived, dissolved like you

in the muddy waters we once loved
nothing left for me: no us, no time
I follow your lead, but not softly, not muted
a last gulp and it's really not bad

Sinking, thinking, wishing
watching our boat bobbing beneath
silence is screaming, I gasp
I'm warmed as I see your smile.


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Beyond What's Seen

You do not know what I see
I see you crying next to me
I see your pain, I see your tears
Through your laughs, and through the years
Past your mask I see your face
You are hiding in this place
Trust in me, I won't let you fall
You don't have to hide at all

Open up what's in your heart
That is the place I will start
Open up your eyes and see
All that's left is you and me
In the end you'll see the light
Come on, I don't want to fight
Together we will make it through
Come on. Now, It's me and you

Now you can start to feel
How much this love is true and real 
behind your eyes you keep your pain
It's all locked up in your brain
Come on. Now, just let it out
It's okay to scream and shout
I will help you through and through
I will always be with you


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The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part III

                                                                  3.

Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.

Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like 
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Waiting.

Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.

Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.

Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
Whatever
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him 
Condemned to go on without her,
Alone.

Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale 
In a language without words.

          Something melts,
                                       And something breaks

In that moment when she gently folds 
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.

Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
Ice cracks
And waters run clear beneath the snow.


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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

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

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

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

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

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

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When will you be set free?


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Within My Heart

In the winter nights cold frost nipping at my skin
Its not as cold as the heart within
Mistrust and betrayal
A thousand questions answered with a million lies
I trusted those words
Then I was left to Die
Stupid heart I want to scream
Stupid girl I was left to bleed
Can I ever trust again? 
Ever know that my heart has found a true friend
Broken and betrayed
Slashed and cut apart
These are the feelings
The Fears within my Heart


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Nevermore

We do not compare to one another.
My skin is the coal the people used.
Your skin is the powder the flappers adore.
My soul is deep and my heart is pure.
Pure as white!
Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark.
Darker than the skin my poeple hold.

We may not compare, but you are my brother.
Not by blood
or by class.
We are fused-
fused by lives we live and the past we lived 
We are connected forevermore. 

There was a master and he was cruel. 
The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats.
There was no hope for the slave that cried.
There was no voice for the slave that would not hide.

Flight was the tantalizing thought.
The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom.
Their was only the need to fight.
Fight to live and fight to breathe.
Those greats so far down kept on fighting.
They kept on preserving.
They had their beauty that could never be touched.

White Man, White Man listen to me. 
I was the coal that was used.
I was the coal that was taken from its home.
I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom.

The flappers are young and they love their powder.
You will be used and you will become the slave.
I am the coal that is free.
You are the powder that is used.

My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. 
Too much has been seen and too much has been lived.
No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty.
They are mine and forever will be.

My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.


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Fertile Crescent, iii

Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to
full stomachs for our children, solid comfort during our elders’ aging and respite needs
 
That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar
the way Abraham (*pause) to show faith
O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland
Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore
Heralding Beowulf’s heroics
And maybe they had someone in some way connected to 
 various seafaring warring factions!
 
Tyranny and takeover spark hatred
vitriolic
blinding rage, like
action- oriented swarming killer bees~
Vestigial, then, is it - our
primordial consciousness?

Weeping flows, but flash floods cannot compare, 
and the burn of fury that hot lava
NO! of liquid molten, from the deepest depths of Earth's core - 
even that cannot compare 
to the condemnation
my foe must assume.
 
With this pen I secure my conduit to the divine, 
My unpretentious foothold here from my pedestal, 
denouncing injustice! 
My spears are fueled
 
Fertile Crescent
Ghosts of pharaohs
Branded timeless in stone
Reigning order
Condemning the vilified,
as it is published by
The Royal Geographical Society:
Syria as the Gateway between East and West
Leonard Woolley
The Geographical Journal
Vol. 107, No. 5/6 (May - Jun., 1946), pp. 179-190)
And why shouldn’t this be so?
 
Beowulf, an earliest epic
Of Old English
How proud and agile to be able
To confer your legacy in written format
Onto your generations and incursions ~
 
Daughters of the American Revolution, 
weren't you early colonists settling in Maryland?
Wasn't The Crown's high noon tea wrought with hypocrisy?

I was wrong when I supposed 
McCongress ordered striking the King's son
off the Dollar Menu, To Go, 
when they showed up at the
Drive-Thru window
 
Morocco & France have tensions
today that sprouted around this very topic, you know.
Everyone has to pay attention to who the special children are, 
from the special castes - it is written and taught in
children's international fairytales 
written by nations collectively-
cultures present their insides
in their telling of morals embellished
inside gripping tales
to their children,
use of cultural symbols and
delectable terms,  the signs all 
lead directly to the diaper room. 
But for this poet, it was the Irish potato famine
forbidding entry into libertine culture.


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Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


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Hard to Not Look, Easy to stay Staring

I've allowed that burning boat to float off without me
Rarely ever thinking about dissipating the flames, 
As it is hardly worth the time and effort. 
In Truth, 
There wasn't much of a future with that situation.
No matter the attempts
No matter the appeal
It was all for naught
The only thing I worry about now
Is looking back at the Flames
And hoping I am not entranced
By their Dancing Light


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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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Be Free

Grind it all away…
The sadness, the disease of malnutrition, the decay…
I want you to float on high like a feather off a bird
Allowing the calmer breezes to bring you to this world
Grind these cruel thoughts into bits and see the good
I would give you a place to stay if I could
If you would stay, if you would allow yourself to bloom
Instead of blinding yourself with self-hatred and gloom
I am so sick of you hating yourself because of me
I am so sick of wanting to be free
We are…take it all away
Listen, stop screaming in your head for me to stay
I am here—but your cruel necessities drive all away
Lift up your voids of anger, sadness, and deceit
Loosen up your sovereignties—and breathe!!!
I cannot help you all of the time
I cannot save you from the currents
But please…please don’t let the pain flourish
Let yourself free from the bondage of your caged sorrows
Allow yourself to fill up on warmth—allow yourself to swallow!
But upon the excruciating agony—still you wallow
Why do you choose to do this for yourself? 
Why have you given up? 
You know, what hurts the most?
That you accept your pain…your so-called pathetic ways
And drag me straight down with you…
Shall we swim together in the waste of time,
That you have so craftily established? 
I will rise to the surface without blemish
I will tell you once more—be free!!!
And if you only ignore—
All will not matter anymore

I am not staying to watch you fall
Pick yourself up if you care at all
But don’t bring me down like this
Don’t accept the negative wars 
Or like a war, fight them off, cut them off, grind them to dust
I will fight with you if I must…

But I will not accept defeat
Get up on your feet

Believe. 


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A moment in catagorical time

It's a cool  mesure of life blood low
keeping the venous vacant return and arterial alert
               compressive but maniacal
down   deep fried effervesence continued a bliss
smooth blow horn alive high frequency antedote
fever pitch a b--i-- t==...c,,,h  mellow deed digestive
cornerstone just picked, not canned cloud
billows apiece with networks intact
sublime charged unpatterened--to gut cord
noose cadence couffiures---who needs to look
when you can heartfeel the resonance trueblue
mild like casket breaths mishapen to formless 
'guises compact summer stated summer not
he--ightened proseless panarama to stiffle
the mistermasters time corrided but indelibly
remembered and "coited to us"---like
creature interruptus. Follow the ill laid scheme
and bottleneck every word line graph to a sinomeasure
rhyme myth only time will tell tribute
pour the mind from the soul fill the void with the
gush of private reserve subvintage--but held
crime captive via socioprocastination of free, non taxable
no interest due, no penalty for "early withdrawal" 
purely personal, single minded, "brand H-one
owner single sibiling thought jester cannibal
yum yum eat'em up eat'em up.


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Goodbye, Hello

Five years come and gone without your heart on the line.
 Your voice has almost chased away all the sanity left in my brain.
Somehow you take up residence where there is a "no vacancy" sign.
 It still fathoms me at how easy this all was for you to feign.

I am so tired of trying to understand all these childish notions.
 True love is and always will be nothing more than a fairy tale.
I may have had better luck had I used Tarot cards and potions.
 To grieve for our horrible marriage I shall wear the blackest veil.

It seems as if I was a wife, but you were never ready to do your part.
 You can't have it both ways, either choose the wrong way or the right.
Why doesn't it feel wrong to you to toy with another person's heart?
 A marriage takes work from each partner and I no longer wish to fight.

I thought this was forever and I loved you more than you'll ever know.
 You turned the once warm feelings I had for you to hard stone.
I am no longer in love with you and I'm sorry I now have to let you go.
 Sadly, as I always suspected I was in this marriage all alone.


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Volcano

Flame in the air
When there is no fire there
But in the center
Is the dragon’s belly
Waiting to spew uncanny heat
For heat-rock is all it is


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The Last Time Censored and Incomplete

For the third time he’s got her, he’s trying to get it in;
She’s saying no, but whatever… he just won’t listen.
“Stop, Get the f--- off me! Don’t touch me… NO!”
She’s fighting, she’s glaring, but he isn't letting go.
People walking by, glimpse, looks away;
Pleading with her eyes, still no one stays…
From that moment she realized nobody cares,
Because when she needed someone, no one was there.

He’s groping her everywhere; her petite frame is crushed-
Between his body and a wall... the opposite of plush;
She’s in uniform; and inspection is in an hour,
Whining as he abuses her, draining all of her power…
There’s an opening, she strikes… she tries to run;
He grabs her by her hair, throws her around, he isn't done.
Feeling every jab in her back gritting against the wall,
And every time he draws back with his hand curled into a ball…

She now fears that anytime she strikes, he’ll strike back,
And it seems that manners are something that he unfortunately lacks.
So she stops hitting, she just pushes and blocks,
But he’s so d--- big! Like a boulder, a rock…
Hold in your tears; don’t let him see you cry,
Playing over through her mind like a lullaby.
 
She keeps on her face disgust and anger as he violates her everywhere;
Hoping for a hero, in the parking lot, past the cars…she just stares. 
It’s over, he walks her to class and she’s in a daze;
Feeling so exposed, angry, and ashamed...
...
..
.


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Reflections of Love

I need to heal and fast,
I can feel the time running out, all too soon.
But can't push myself out of the agony,
The threads of pain pull me back like a puppet.
 
I seem wrong to be grieving now, odd one!
Everybody else is no longer black,
Me, haven’t seen the sunlight for long;
The mansion, its corridors, the rooms  now my world.
 
The wound in my heart is still too fresh,
It forbids me from a sunset on the beach,
It forbids me from running or skipping,
It forbids me from laughter and joy...
 
In denial: they say but it's not all true, I accept
I know he is dead, He is no more
But do I dump him in my past and move on?
The thought makes me hate myself!
 
He would want you to smile again, live further..
Strangers tell me his likes and wants, the know-it-alls.
I look straight ahead and avoid their prying eyes
It’s a losing battle, I know but let me lose in grace...
 
Visitors keep pouring in, with flowers and tears.
He was a man loved by many, the crowd proves it,
Everybody seems shocked and pale but not as lost as me
I glide along the windows, reliving the shadow of memories...
 
The moments were many, uncountable even,
It crushes my soul to think, they are all I have,
I see his fingerprints on the window panes,
I search for mine too, just beside him they lay...
 
The garden is being watered, but by a strange hand
The plants understand the master is now below them, 
He will never enjoy their colors or drive away moths
His ashes and scent scattered around the mango tree..
 
I smile at the garden then burst out laughing,
Before I know, warm tears run down my nose
But there still lingers a smile, wet with glistening tears
I am happy he lived, he lived full and more...


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Cold, Flexible Steel

A serial of haikus, all addressing the same topic with 
a hint of humor; but advice that could save your life
or that of a loved one.  New to PoetrySoup, so I hope 
I'm not "out of order" with this submission or topic. 


Cold, flexible steel
Probing my dignity...
Colonoscopy.

This “simple” exam
“…could prevent cancer.” they say.
Colonoscopy.

We all have to die,
But not from colon cancer.
Colonoscopy.

There's a downside tho’.
“Yuk! That, nasty brown liquid.”
Colonoscopy.

“But boy, does it work...
Work and work and work some more. 
Colonoscopy.

Baring your buttocks...
In a fetal position;
Then the lights go out. 

“No polyps", they say.
There are no malignancies.
Colonoscopy.

Your colon’s okay.
It’s five years until your next...
Colonoscopy.

Want some peace of mind?
Insurance may pay for it.
Colonoscopy. 

One “simple” exam
Can provide that peace of mind.
Colonoscopy.

You might save your life.
Over 45?  Do it!
Colonoscopy.

Cold, flexible steel.
On the other hand, what if…
Something else kills you?


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heard

 Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

 A thousand sounds a day I know
Only I can not hear it if they show

 The gaining of quiet stance
Bitter sweet the silence

 I could just not hear you anymore
I understand you sounds to my core

 Found myself straining to listen
Only to hear a blank shot angrily hasten

 When we come to sound out loud 
This is when I can face this crowd 

 Till then---

Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more




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Dear Newtown Connecticut

Dear Newtown Connecticut, may you be filled with grace,
I turn on the T.V. to witness the tragedy~and find Love in IT'S place,
You are so strong in moving on~you have NO Choice I see,
I hear you cry but Hero's died~ You are the true HERO'S to Me!


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Five Minutes

Procrastination
In my grasp, my hands will work
Crush the bones of time


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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…


;-)


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Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



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What Now

There's really no one left to call
Do I need a phone at all?
The kids around are all on text
For me who to call next?
As time went by
I watched friends die
Left stunned and filled with rage
Who ever thought that we would age?
So now they're carried off the stage
Can't do much but turn the page
Today my call lists really blank
I say to you
And let's be frank
When all around have passed away
Life is but an empty day.






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The Open Door of Opportunity

It’s quite funny what I feel inside at this very moment
You figured me out from the start, but I’m not torn apart
I see you smile that smile of content, as innocent as an infant
You have dug out the passion, plowing in my heart

I misplaced the key, but I’m positive that your door will open
Someone once told me, “Doors will open and doors will close”
Do I have a place in your heart of kindliness or am I a vermin?
Haven’t I told you that poetry can rhyme or end up like prose?

It’s a pity that we have to part one way or another
The open door of opportunity is still left ajar for you and I
Step into the light and we’ll be a good example for sure!
Turn the wheel and we’ll escape the tragedy in goodbye

Ignite the passionate fire and I’ll give you a helping hand
Do you need a push or two? I’ll push you forward in no time
Don’t worry, for I’ll be your emerald compass and lead you to the Promiseland
Where you and I will pursuit the afterlife and we’ll be together a married couple, so sublime

Leave it in God’s hands and He will provide an escape route
Don’t let discouragement enter your heart – you got the power!
We will be out of the world that’s in captivity no doubt
Take action by standing up for yourself in front of enemies that are sour!

Share with me your inspiration that’s been a natural gift from the Lord
Thankful for the fact that I found a friend like you
Do you have the attitude of gratitude? You and I should receive a unique award
It’s a fast-paced world and angst can get passed around – if only you knew


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Infliction

You try to hurt me with your vicious words,
Sayings that are not repeated.
You push me up against the wall,
Yet I am not defeated.

I tell no one of the abuse;
My thoughts are now in silence.
I try my hardest to defend myself;
Yet I can’t escape the violence.

No matter how hard I try to impress you;
My efforts are all in vain.
No matter how fast I run-
I can’t escape the pain. 

You blame everyone else for your torment;
Then you can’t look in the mirror.
I tried to point it out to you-
But I can’t be any clearer. 

My vision is all cloudy now-
From tears threatening to fall;
Why we were even fighting-
I can’t seem to recall.

The cycle of hate continues- 
As evil need not rest.
I try to help as well as I can;
But you think that you know best.


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Dark River

Opulent drapes line the entry way. Jungles of dust envelope me as i enter the main hall. Before I can take note of further scenery I am greeted by a jester of sorts .Once without knowing twice without showing thrice I am glowing now knowing the growing shall cease. Further we head into the beyond and greater increases my appetite. Major fighting starts without warning while I'll wager that my being is further affirmed. Golden lights burn on me as I swirl around the middle of the battle field. Kings and Queens were made or broken on that day while I asure you I never thought I was going to live to tell the tale. My life was saved by avenging angels who swept into the ball room. Eerily I beconed for the demons as I was flown out the window and into the forrest beyond the manor. High in the clouds I realized too late the angels were the demons and the demons were angels. Alas they returned me to my kingdom of the underworld where I rule to this day with regret over the loss of battle. Woe to the victor go the spoils


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Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


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Jock

Jock.

Now Jock he was a friend of mine
In those good old army days
When teenage boys were herded in
And made to change their ways
He told me one fine summer’s day
With a big blue sky above
"I'm glad that I'm a soldier boy
This army life I love".

They shipped him off to good old Nam
Placed a rifle in his hands
And said "now you're a soldier boy
I hope you'll understand
We're fighting those old Vietcong
You've got to see us right
You don't know what it's all about!!!
Nor us, just go and fight"

Poor Jock ain't with us any more
God bless his poor old mum
Our lad he was a forward scout
No use his bloody gun
As the flying metal put him down
Our jock the hero died
As politicians wined and dined
So many tears were cried.


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brothers awake

this life is not one to be lived comfortably,

so don't side-step your responsibilities-

waiting for the burdens to ease.

take the earth in both hands and mold it;

find true love and give it, don't hold it.

seek out truth and wisdom;

lay up crowns in heaven;

remember to aim high;

don't forget to stay grounded.

 

you are here for a purpose.

to fulfill it.


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39A to 39Z

When I was young, I noticed
Many adults stopped aging at 39.
Had something to do with Jack Benny
And trying to hold back time.
 
Then I noticed something else.
They often spoke of retiring at 65,
And many of them seemed to hope
They might still be alive.
 
The difference came to 26, 
A number I knew very well.
The number of letters in the alphabet
We use to print and write and spell.

Then it occurred to me,
For folks holding youth so dear,
Just add a letter to 39
Each and every year.
 
39A would be 40,
39Z would be 65.
After that, start letters over again
Or just be glad you’re still alive.
 
So, you see, it’s easy
To forever be 39.
You may fool yourself & others, 
But you can’t fool Father Time.


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Glowing Reminiscence

Basking in moonlight,
Old birds remember the nest.
Ruffles my feathers.


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Alone With No Sense Of Direction

I am a lost person, but I am not alone.
I make choices in my life and I choose to let go.
I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes,
The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow.
The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad.
I have some regrets, some I can't forget,
but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins?
I'll give it my all, and pray I win.
I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key,
never let anyone inside, so I can remain free.
Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead,
The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read,
by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death,
I hope this will heal me, burning the past, 
The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts.
I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes, 
and guide me too the light instead of lies.
I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are,
because I need compassion, not just a broken heart.
I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part.
Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.


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I Can't Stop

I can’t stop for you now You are holding me by reigns that don’t exist Why are you holding so tightly? I can’t breathe—I can’t understand! I allowed you to take my hand for the ride I’ve allowed you by my side But you turn away when others arrive I feel like I’ve been tugged by the lot of kings Of cruel beings threatening to chop my wings I feel tattered and sore And the journey drags because you always want MORE What more can I do? I can’t stop for you to catch up Hitch on or move on! If you can’t see that I care Why are you here? How much more should I bear? I’m torn without your smile The extra silence squeezing from bile I don’t mind the quiet but I hate your screaming I can’t always be the one to be intervening I can’t stop for you on every road bump I’ve got to keep going—I’m sorry You don’t have to be behind You can go on ahead—would you rather be dead? These harnesses are nothing—your effortless frustration kills me And if you say nothing, what say I? Must I stay and wait for you to reply? Must there always be a hello—a goodbye? WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES WE ALL HURT OVER WORDS Why then, can’t we heal over silence?


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EBONICS

My children be over my sister house.
Oland got scratched by his cousin with a twig in my mother’s front yard.
My children are grown now.
Why is it study going on y’all?
The illegality of removing my children from my custody is a baseball foul.
Carrie told Queen that the children were in the front yard playing.
Tony came prior with Queen.

This social worker said she gave me my first warning.
Why did you go that far?
A parent course is for a child abuser.
I am not one.
I am in something I don’t know of?
I rather my children to be with their father!

Cleaning house to leave, Queen knew of my decision.
“We are moving to Detroit, Michigan,” I said.
She stated my children were to be remove temporarily.
This became unreal.

I am in something I don’t know of?
I rather my children to be with their father!

Child support was not being received because Tony was not paying the bill.
I am left along by knowing I lack communicative skills.
The government is the State.
They negated my family livelihood.

Their feeble mindedness means is destroying a country of fools.
Today I am not along.
I am afire through my belief in the omnipotent.
Unknown to humankind is a greater resolve for their transgressions.

I took my burdens to the Lord and left the wrongdoers –
For God so gave his only begotten son for the world would know that life on 
Earth is of a greater determination.

Strength Empowers!

_______________________________________|

Penned on May 18, 2018!


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The sleepless moon

Dead bodies, dead bodies
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Nightmares, are all that I see
As I'm closing my eyes
Goodnight, goodnight
The moon highlights 
The dead bodies

Screams, screams
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Louder and louder
Quit singing this massacre to me
Why do I only hear
Screams in my dreams?

Terror, terror
You terrible dreams
You're reoccurring
And frightening
You make a mess out of me
Terror, terror
Why are you all that I see?
Why are you the only
Thing I can dream?

Hell, hell
Hell in my mind
You play me these lullabies
Everytime I close my eyes

Dead bodies
And screaming
Terror galore
Am I in hell?
Or am I dreaming 
Once more?

It's either I'm dying
Or being killed
Either way
There's blood being spilled
Why can't I dream about
Love or picking wildflowers?
Why do I only dream
About evil encounters?

Sleep, sleep
You're so cruel to me
Bloody and haunted
I enter my demise
These night terrors
Are eating me alive
Sleep, sleep
Why do you 
Make me weep?
Why do you always 
Keep these dreams on repeat?

Morbid, morbid
The knife's in your hand
I'm gasping for air
As I wake up again
Why is blood
And fear all I see?
Why can't my dreams
Be bright and fright free?

The moon, the moon
Oh how you're scary to see
Because I know within hours
I'll be as sleepy as can be
And you'll send me visions
Of death and anguish
And night after night
I'll secretly wish
My nightmares would come true
So I'd stop dreaming
Like this.



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Bullying ruin lives

Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his heart 
While the girl he likes helplessly looks on

The frustrations of the parents
Seeing their only child health decline
And the teachers who turn a blind eye
Telling them everything in school is fine

The attempt of suicide one night
When the father saw him with knife
Asking if he will go to heaven or hell
If he takes his own life

The tear of the kidney
For the force of the kicks and blows
The lost of appetite and weight
The suffering only he alone knows

But he did open his mind he said
I can’t got through another year like this
And when they were arrested then many
Told the press what they had witness

Today he is trying to get back his life
But his road is pave with bad memories
And sometimes he almost reaches the end
And then get scared of the shadows of the trees

Then he is right back where he started
And then he has to start again with frustration
Sometime lashing out at his parents and family
Trying to get some much need attention

Looking at him very quite sitting alone
Wondering what’s going on in his poor mind
And wishing to that one day god will
Bring him the peace he so much wants to find

He is a fighter and his will are very strong
Yes today he is along way from there
And I know that eventuality the time will come
His smile will return that has now disappear

The war must be over for now
But every day he has a battle to face
But in the end he will be victorious
And get back his life that has been misplace

So many kids has and are being bulled
And some are talking their own lives
For when you feel all hope is gone
Then it’s very hard to survive

They are sick and tired of the abuse,
and they little minds fought so hard, so very long,
And was just couldn’t make it
through the pain, and stayed strong.

I wish all students will look after the weak
The ones who are very quite and shy
And if the teachers and students do this
Then so many of our children will not have to die


Details | Free verse | |

2' flood

oh, the soul, the turns she takes
when one day the flat sea, the
sail, the
breeze
darkens way to growling,
menacing, searing
waves

that swim a certain malaise
through the splits sending
the boards, the
floor
separating, slowly vanishing, barely
perceptible, yet
sure as rain, sure as
flood
full of septic
blood

this is nothing, she says to herself, overheard
over the stank
rise

this is murderous sly, as well as a 
lie
to find these waters covered across the
concrete floor, and
saturating the mattress
with its black dog
funk

its sewage, its
gasoline
its stultifying
covering
rust


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Take comfort

In the loneliness of darkness
In the backlash of cruel words
My mind seeks your comfort 
As the pages in the fire curl
Ink bleeds sharply
Into my paper skin 
Lines of your etchings and your poems 
Embedded deep within 
From my lips seep a whisper
In my dreams I call your name
Tears of my rain
Drip down your window pane
Shattered mirrors reflect your eyes
Like a window through time
The first day you swore you loved me
The day you got tangled in your lies
Still in this frozen moment 
I remember a song we once sang
Our lips met in softness 
Becoming morphine to our pain 
Our lullaby I softly sing
Listening to the mirage of a piano
Now like silk I lay draped
My heart taking comfort
In the memories that we made


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The wicket-keeper

A lover I once knew, die today
he was alive yesterday
I never thought of him this way.
I never think about the rain 
Unless it flood my drains,
my driveway, my rose garden 
Or dampened my happy mood

Why would the death of my lover
Leave me so sad, and blue
Tender moment of affection: edgy days

Relationships have it up and downs
The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong, 
Probably he was right: however here tonight

A lover I once knew passed away today
My old lover the wicket-keeper: 
The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover


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Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


Details | Senryu | |

Pulled the Trigger

Bullet wounds
The criminal shoots down his
First targets

How dare you
Shoot them uncontrollably
CHAOS grows .  .  .

Don’t shoot it!
The victims are running mad
And you pulled

The trigger
I’m terrified of your strength
DROP IT, man ! ! !


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Jimmy, El Nopalero

[Nopalero = one who deals with/sells edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads]

Aiiiii, Jimmy --
what shall we say, now that you've gone,
worst fear realized:  your body discovered,
days later, in your filthy Mexican rooms,
amid the soiled papers littering the floors
reeking of cat urine and layer upon layer
of dried and fresher feces.
These feral cats were your most faithful companions.
You thought yourself their benefactor
and, perhaps, their savior.
We were told that, after your demise,
when the door opened, all 21 fled,
never to return.  You left us,
unbathed, smelly, shunned,
just weeks before your birthday,
having almost (but not quite) suffered
through 80 years, the last 30 spent
in bordertown Mexico.  You, daily, crossed
the bridge to claim your mail -- which (for a fee)
promised to guarantee that you would be a winner
of lotteries, sweepstakes, miraculous windfalls.
You subsisted on senior coffees at McD's, 
on your pitiful government assistance,
since you were unwilling to abandon your 
feline family.
You blamed your life on abuse by brothers
(all dead long before you)
and you could not understand
why richer acquaintances --
virtually everyone --
were unwilling to share with you
their bounty.
In the plazas, you were a familiar sight,
selling whatever you could:
you were "el viejo gringo," "el Jimmy," "el nopalero,"
and other less generous
(but, perhaps, appropriate)
names.
You knew animals, had some expertise with birds.
Your chief preoccupation was yourself,
and your main complaint was that you
never got your just deserts.
But no one deserves to end
as you did --
unclaimed, a foreign body,
interred in Mexico
in an unmarked pauper's grave,
a "fosa commun."  You only wanted
to be loved.  RIP my friend; 
I did not mean to be unkind.
James Milford Pierson, 27 February 1934 - 2 February 2014.


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Eric -RIP-

Why did you leave?
Oh companion of mine
Why did you leave?
Twas it really your time? 
Did you see no point in staying 
another measly day? 
By my side if you were oh the 
things I would say! 
Judge you, I would not
Tis not in my nature
The emptiness I feel from your 
passing measures to that of a 
crater
A bullet took your life
One blast and it's through
What pains me to know is the 
gun was held by you
All you left behind was a note 
for family and friends
Inscribed were many ' I love 
you's ' 
And your deep heartfelt 
amends
No need to say sorry
For you lived a full life
I shall always remember this 
through the pain, struggles, 
and strife
'You don't know what you got 
until what you got is no more'
Oh how this saying is true!
As the tears stream my face 
and I reminisce of you
With anger in our eyes and 
pain in our hearts
We lay you to rest
Hoping that solace will 
overflow in our lives
We miss you Eric 
This is in plain black and white
Had we the power we'd wish 
you back to life
I take comfort in knowing one 
day we'll meet again
Beyond the pearly gates 
reunited  as friends
This is NOT goodbye
Only a brief farewell
When shall we meet again?
Only time will tell


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Quickly Moving Slowly

Boys and girls willing and able Moral judgment isn’t stable No one reads the label Quickly Moving Slowly Red bull gives you wings Thoughts become things Naked skin clings Quickly Moving Slowly Rollin’ in the hay Going all the way Erotic game in play Quickly Moving Slowly Foreplay is the game Lust has no refrain Love is always pain Quickly Moving Slowly Dirty dancing is romancing Pleasure is to please Stripping is the tease Quickly moving slowly Dreamy eyes, creamy thighs Rhythm is the writhe Quickly moving Slowly Desire ignites the fire Glamorous is amorous Just a glance take a chance Quickly Moving Slowly Midnight rendezvous Again at twelve, de ja Vu Quickly Moving Slowly Nooner if not sooner Forking turns to spooner Quickly Moving Slowly Back door romancing Bedroom dancing Quickly Moving Slowly Nimble fingers, picks her lock TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK Quickly moving slowly tick tock tick tock Quickly, Moving, Slowly, tick tock tick tick


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When Did Loving Us Stop

When did we grow a part
Surely there can be no date assignment
Nor can a time of the hour or minute placed
When did we become selfishly alone
Preferring the singular to the plural in tone
When did loving each other take the preverbal back seat
With vain wisdom filling our hearts
When did touching excite no more
The sensations callused by prideful numbness
When did thoughtfulness tenderness and kind words
Thus exchanged for screaming hurtfulness and distraught 
When did trust slip away as sand in an hour glass
Spying each other- knowing it could not last
When did honor turn into threats
Threats of self-preservation by disarmament
When did our breath die to seek servitude as one 
As passion was placed into a closet  – we entered the ring
When did love stop- we now needing new air
When did we die and we simply did not care


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Ship

Here I stand,
Far from any land,
On this ship,
 Thirst clawing at my lips.

My throat dry,
I curse the sky!
As she spares not,
Even a single drop.

I see a spark,
The clouds turn dark.
The wind blows,
Lightening is all she throws.

I cry for a lifetime.
But this time,
I can only ask,
For that is an easy task.

The sky,
Will she let me die?
It is for the rain,
That I cry in pain.

Finally,
She rains down her mercy.
All I had to do was ask,
Just that simple task.


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Withering Heights

When I'm feeling happy
Bright and quick and snappy
Remind me of how old I am
That'll make my day real crappy
I watch the years just fly right by
Can't laugh it off
So I just cry
Sometimes along with creeping age
My patience's lost; replaced with rage
Ain't much more to really tell
An old guy's tale is hard to sell
Yet lots of others saved their cash
Some are classy
Others trash
Maddened by the minutes flying
Big bucks don't keep these few from dying
Now their kids just hang around
Must keep their legacy real sound
So try to your best to save your wealth
But most of all
Just keep your health


Details | Free verse | |

Impatient

Enduring
Suffering
Without uneasy
Hasty, eager, restless
Showing remark
Intolerable


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Spinster's Reveng

     SPINSTER'S REVENGE
The morning sunrise, red, aflame,
awoke to play the same old game,
outside some humming birds agree
the song will always be the same.

The morning paper goes unread,
for headlines while I'm still in bed,
the news is not so good to me,
not one reports I may be dead.

My Mother calls me on the phone,
she says I shouldn't live alone,
she knows a girl who'd love to be,
in love with me, and it's well known.

Ma says this girl's a lady poor,
but not a spinster at my door,
she'd wash and clean and cook and stuff
and stick by me when things got tough.

So I give in, give her a call,
ask her to marry me and all,
she says ok, I buy the ring,
and then I realize--it's spring.

Ma talks to her twice every day
to thank her for--what can I say--
saving me from oblivion,
into the misery I'm in.

Ma's been a spinster having kids,
too many years, that's how it is,
But like all Moms, she just can't stand
a son who's single to life's end.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | I do not know? | |

What I carry

I carry a lighter to kindle my therapy, 
So I may burn my problems away. 
I carry a heavy heart, 
In a cage-like penitentiary. 
I carry the blood of alcoholism, 
Prone to every addiction. 
I carry low self-esteem, 
My primary affliction.
I carry countless knives half sheathed into my back, 
From all the cowards unable to finish what they've started. 
I carry optimism for what my future holds. 
At least I did, before it all departed. 
I carry ink stained skin, 
Over & under scarred tissue. 
I carry an obsessive mind, 
Dwelling restlessly on each issue. 
I carry regret, 
From love lost to life. 
I hold to myself 
An ongoing strife. 
The list goes on 
With things that vary 
From bad to worse. 
What do you carry?


Details | I do not know? | |

for Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

cos' we still got the blues for you...


Details | I do not know? | |

My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


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VooDoo

Catch him up at night
Reading about Satans Journey
Painting his walls in black
Cut marks all down his back
Placing candles around the room
Using voodoo towards the bride and groom
Sticking the needle in her womb
Grabbing the shovel and digs a hole
Burying them one by one the dirt eating their souls
Next to each other under the sun
Using witchcraft just for fun
Never thought he'd be alone
Cuts your neck running chills throught your bones
His anger is the only thing that has shown
Driving him self into depression
When do you think he will learn his lesson


Details | Blank verse | |

First Romantic Verse, 1960

Quiet night.
Quiet love...
Never told.
Damn my silence.
Wish you understood.
All I am is you.
I feel such a fool...

And fools are cheap these days.



Details | Rhyme | |

Someone, Someday

It’s so hard to start
It’s so hard to finish
It feels as if all that you've accomplished will someday be diminished 
And it won’t matter if you become somebody some day
Because someone will easily take your place 
Steal your ideas 
And make a living off you, THEIR way

It’s sad but true
Every mutha f**ka 
Will take a piece of your mind
and will somehow ultimately f**k you

not physically but mentally
making you think 
you’re not one of a kind
their getting all the fame 
while everyone leaves you behind

leaving you to feel like a failure 
people telling you to talk to God, 
he’ll have the answer

I pray, looking up at the ceiling
Hoping he’ll will give me a reason….
To keep going on with my life and my ideas
But all I’m left with are clones of my feelings
Washed up on canvases with some else’s fake veneers 


Details | I do not know? | |

I am not Jesus

What was up with all that *****with the keys?
The weed?

The transfer of seed?

Undone,
-Not unlike me

I come into a tree
And randomly free myself of my street

I come up on a beat 
And leak out my literal leaf

And ache at the pillory awaiting the generation of me

I don’t want nothin’ bad to happen
But what does one trigger hand have in battle?

I would rather the peace be kept
And my life be given instead

I would rather a dead man be kept
Than his resurrection come once again

I would hate heaven to see me
When I curse at people who don’t see me

I would adapt to anothers kin
If he didn’t feel the need to always resurrect them…


Details | Free verse | |

Perfection Is A Myth

Her nails stained with the perfect color of red. Dangerous is what they said.
Her lips quickly caught on to the trend. They turned to the lipstick for advice.
Her perfect blue eyes darkened by the black eyeliner that quickly took her under its wing.
The mascara danced upon her thick brown eyelashes turning them into what they said.
Her once dark freckles numbed with the pale foundation she was convinced she needed.
Her pale cheeks corrected with a bright pink toned blush that clung to her face.
The mirror sat in front of her. Taunting her eyes with an image she loved..
Her hair spray held it together making it stick to her head.
“Perfect” is what she said as she put down her brush.
For once she has found the image of perfection.
Ironically it was not her.
She wore a mask. And that’s a fact.
Her natural beauty abandoned for what she thought was perfection.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

On Verge

Have you ever jumped in and out of your skin?
Found yourself on top of a hill with no shade to stand under, the skin around your lips and eyes starts to crack and peel.  Don’t you wish for one moment you could simply have a hand to cover the glare and give you a screen, to sooth them for just one instant and feel a breath of relief.

Have you ever bled without pain?
You are soiled red but the gates of pain are simply numb. You simply watch the drops stain. If only a hand could compress the hurt and brake the flow of this rouge river game.

Have you ever spat words of scorn? Only to discover it was a feeble attempt that bounced the daggers back at your wall of ice. They simply echo back, the acid splatters in your face. You regret what you said; you wish you were dead.

Have you ever defied your own line of fire? You’ve broken down your walls of guard and allowed trespassers to rape your morals. If only a hand could pull you back and tug you in, the rules you made would still be in.


Details | Free verse | |

Self

I have an identity... But I doubt it’s me.
Cobbled together from bits and bobs,
A congregation of smiles and nods,
And relatives laughing and joking at odds
With a suspect reflection that hints to be

New. Vocal tones picked up from tune;
Revolving circles, inviting clicks,
Associations that follow with tick,
Tock, Over, under, another poor trick,
Like I’m the carving, still elusively hewn

From bickering rock. Whilst even my train 
Of thought doesn’t run on time.
Slowing down to pick up more crimes
To reason, other passengers to mime
On stirring repeat, across the anchored plain.

The real question, then, we all must ask,
Is are our fortunes so unique in mode,
Us: works of art flogged by bar code?
Standing jointly as evolving cliff-sides erode?
Or should we just (through time) unmask,

Endure our stormy strolling selves.


Details | Lyric | |

Hello -Feels Good-

Hello Feels Good 
written by David William Breidenthal (D.W.Breidenthal)

AN UNFINISHED SONG..... needs tons of editing!! 
Enjoy despite my lack of organization in this particular poem!

Hello, it's nice to see you again...
Greetings from my heart...promise me you won't break it apart
Hello, I'd love to bring you in...
We meet eye to eye....and I won't lie - it feels good to know you won't depart
From my arms.....
Until the end of time...
Until the world stops spinning 
Round and round...

(*Chorus* It feels good to know that someone cares 
It feels good to know you still abide in His light
It feels good to knowthat you take away my frightening nightmares
It feels good to know that your connected to my spirit like a halo
It feels bad to say goodbye...when I mean to say hello...
Never thought we were trapped in callous night...

Hello...I never had the heart to say goodbye....
'Cause you know...I can't handle feelin blue
Hello...I'd like to know how many times I've let you down...
I let you go one more time...let your soul ascend in the heartfelt sky.... )

When is it time to say hello? Is there a time to say goodbye?
Could yoou let me know will your heart be released from depression?
Is there a reason to say goodbye? Why do I envy you as you fly so high?
How can I feel relief when it's time to say farewell to our mission? 
I watch you grow so old...your legend shimmering like precious gold

*chorus* It feels good........etc. 
*bridge* Don't forget me...you were my heart's melody
Don't fly too far away from me
Unlock me from my misery...and treasure me like gold
You astonish me with your enchanting touch
Don't rush this moment, dear - 
you're the fire that keeps me warm
Is it the right time to say goodbye
When I want to say hello to this feeling of belonging...
Hello...x3 you keep me waiting for so long
you keep me waiting...I keep longing
for your ability to take wing
Can't help,but say hello
There's no need to say goodbye
You give me a natural high...I won't deny...

I won't lie
We've been going our seperate ways
Don't say goodbye
I haven't seen you in days...haven't seen you in a while...
But, I must learn to live with or without you...
When you leave my side, I'm the victim of fear 

*chorus*
*bridge*
You keep me safe from the predator
You nourish my soul...You're my dreamcatcher...
you're my stormy weather
You thrill my eyesight...like no other...
Why do I feel the need to say hello
When I'm forced to say goodbye forever?
Why do I feel as if you somehow know
What I'm talking about? Am I still sick from the love fever?

There's more to life than what meets the eye, dear friend
I feel you crawling in my heart...
There's a time to keep your head above the surface...who will mend
Our entwined hearts? Who will erase our fears 
That set us apart?
*chorus*

Without you, I'm nothing but a dim light
Without you, I'm meaningless...I'd 
miss our cherished delight
Life doesn't overflow with beauty and insight
Without you, I'm left with challenges that bite
Without you, I get rather depressed...I always crave your love night after night

What if hello was dead?
Would it put goodbye in its death bed?
What if hello embraced us with dread?
Would goodbye be a cure instead?


Details | Free verse | |

Dear, Naive Mistress,

Dear, Naive Mistress,

Open your eyes.
You’ve been used...again!
He doesn’t answer his phone –
Sister, yeah, right.  NOT!!!  
It was his wife.
He can’t take you home.
He has another life.
He’ll never ask you to move in 
Or play with your kids.
He is married!  
And already has a family.  
Nauseated?  Dizzy?
You are pregnant again.
And who is the daddy?
Mr. Married Man!
Look inside yourself.
You don’t deserve this.
Put an aspirin between your knees
And leave it there until you are married.
Or keep being an easy mark.
The choice is yours.
Promiscuity brings pain.
Deceit delivers downfalls.
So, pick yourself up,
Look in the mirror,
Get some professional help,
And make a change.
You deserve a better life.
But only you can make that happen.
So get a grip girl.
And become the best you 
That your children deserve.
It will not be easy, but you can do it.

Best Wishes,
Agony Aunt


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Agony Aunt 
Sponsored by Vicky Tsiluma


Details | Free verse | |

The Raggedy Man

The longing to go back,
Back to another time
Another place
I’m aging, and he doesn't care
A different crime
He can run
He can hide
He can he can soar
He can fly
Away in the 
Blue box
I don’t have one
I don’t have a police box
I’m all alone 
I’m stuck here watching every dawn 
I’m stuck here like mom
He won’t take me away
Because he left us you see
Alone to fend for ourselves
And I hate him for it
But at the same time I love him
My mom’s raggedy man.


Details | Rhyme | |

TEARS ON THE WIND

     The stressors that exist are only an abyss.
As I walk through the ravine, I know staying is the penalty.
     Abys, I will not suffer for being a buffoon.

Tears on the wind and emotions are no more.

     The abuse that is writhed is not to be remembered.
The tears I have cried have soothed my soul.
     Once I voided the love, I became whole.

Tears in the wind and no sentiments to give just a spirit attained.

     Driving fast with my hair in the air, life flashes and a sigh is all that is given.
I am not to be gorged back into pain.
     I am to pedestal because I have attained freedom from an abusive man.

Tears on the wind, tears in the rain, pain is knowing that I cannot overcome 
     an abusive man.

Joy is my sunshine again.
     Thus, I am letting the world know I win!
___________________________________|
Penned on May 21, 2014!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Heaven Help Me

I feel like giving in to it
The past is closing in on me
Physically as age comes on
Sometimes the pain is unbearable
What I want can’t help
What I need is in reach
Don’t want to know it again
Heaven help me if I give in
The devil has a hold of me
I don’t know how much longer
I can fight him off
My will is fading fast
Dear lord, don’t let me go
I can’t last much longer
The feelings are strong
Heaven help if I give in


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee KEEP OVER PRICED IN CHRISTMAS

P OVER-PRICED IN CHRISTMAS

To hell with Hallmark and their bourgeois cards of greeting
Sent to wives from guilty husbands who are always cheating
Or to that teenage blonde who wiggles for older men only
Sent from a young teenage boy who she leaves lying lonely

To hell with Macy’s and their senile Santa in a cheap suit
To hell with their sales with which honesty has a major dispute
I have no tears for Sears and no bucks for Roebuck too
And to The Home Depot and Loews I say to both buck you

The commercials on television go on adfinitum
While commercialism and greed become an item
There’s fake snow and snowballs that never melt
While the Santa in Macy’s is made to tighten his belt

Wal-Mart and K-Mart both sell the same damned crap
But at Macy’s your little brat can sit on Senile Santa’s soiled lap
These are all places where compassion and Christmas spirit is defied
And I don’t think a really good Christmas sale is why our savior Jesus died
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~










Details | Verse | |

Revenge

"Revenge is a dish best served cold"
Is wisdom spoken by Churchill,
"Vengeance is mine says The Lord"
Permits your mind to be tranquil.

Allowing God to take your vengeance
Means you're never depraved,
And if you're going to take revenge
You might as well dig two graves.



Details | Rhyme | |

Breaking Up Or Making Up

When we got married you said I was the only one
But you disappear for days and leave me with our son
Go off with your mates and leave me high and dry
I’ve since heard subtle rumours it’s not just ‘you and I’
Now you hide your mobile phone and even I can’t call
I thought our life was perfect – am I heading for a fall	
I share my life with you; I believed we were in clover
If you’re cheating on me now I’m telling you ITS OVER

You are and will always be my number one 
Marrying you was the greatest thing I've ever done
I refuse to become a victim of the rumour mill 
Evil tongues have always gossiped and always will
All my workforce with you will completely agree 
They hate my new mobile telephone policy 
But that ban on their use remains in place 
Even my darling if it is your wrath I must face
Work widowed you are, cheated upon you are not.
This crisis will soon be over and I'm taking you somewhere hot.

Oh my darling thank you, I was really starting to worry
I know I shouldn’t doubt you but my mind is in a flurry
Looking after the baby all day can be quite a strain
If he’s upset and crying all day it really is a drain
We really need to make sure we have some time for us
But you are always working and I hate to make a fuss
It makes me feel so guilty you need to take a break
If you leave work early then Patrick won’t be awake
I’ll be ready waiting for you with a kiss and open arms 
You will find me in the bedroom I’ll surrender to your charms

You are my whole world and the centre of all I try to do
I work to provide for my family but from the start you knew
When you became my wife before God we made our vows
Though I think he'll understand we may have our tiffs and rows
But he nor you should forgive me if ever I betray 
To hear you ever say those words would be too high a price to pay
So I'll see you later and believe me tonight I'll be on time 
Because I've got a hot date with you, you’re forever mine.

Written By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
2nd June 2014


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 | Free verse | |

Cutting Class

Why did I decide to do it this time?
Was I overwhelmed? Do I just not care?
You don’t understand
This structure offers me no air 
You want to hold my hand
To cut down and share my responsibilities
Lock away all of my distractions with hidden keys
So that I can thrive among the sheep
And every night lay me down to sleep
To dream of mediocrity

It’s not that I don’t care
But I’ve been down the road of A’s and perfect GPA’s
And all those gold stars
 Keep you from realizing you can go elsewhere
“Good job, right o! Off to college you go!”

See, I understand the system
I’m fortunate and in position
To squeeze into your definition
Of certified success
 and should strive for nothing less
But I don’t fit down this shoot
To those who do; I salute

And I understand your frustration
Borne from this unfair situation of my creation
I know you think I just can’t see
Beyond this phase of insecurity
But I will never want
To take my predetermined place
Secured unfairly at the head of this race

So I guess you have the right to scream and yell
But you should know it just won’t quell
The righteousness I feel despite your misery
When you again hear that I’ve been skipping history



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Impact

The hardest thing in life

Is seperatung love from spite ;

Separating the truth, 

Even when you think it sounds right.


If you don't know your enemy,

there's no way you can fight-

And Sometimes the greatest hints are slight ;

As I recall them- 

Laying down at night .


There Is no remorce in self advocacy, 

And no shame in doubting their accuracy;

The intent of others is incalculable,

And you will feel their wrath;

Life is our hourglass- 

So who cares if your an outcast? 


Make the contrast-

Because their *****is all stagecraft; 

Shoot a counterblast,

Stay steadfast- 

And make damn sure it has an impact. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Suicide letter

No one is happy all of the time
But for me I can never find happiness
And every day is a struggle for survival
Fill with pain and hurt and loneliness.

I try to find understanding in the world
But there are no time outs for my situations
And every second that goes by
My life is sinking deeper in depression

Then one night the sunshine’s on me
And the hope of love and happiness came
And a bright future seems reachable
But to that sunshine my love was just a game

And my heart become over ridden with pain
And my soul accepts the suffering that arrive
And no matter how hard I try to fight it
My mind is saying take your own life

For love is a powerful universal emotion
That every one of us so dearly seeks
And it can make our life whole and complete
And when we don’t get it our will to survive gets weak

Trying to live with depression was hard enough
But now knowing I found love that I couldn’t save
It’s just more than I can take right now
And the grim reaper is calling me to the grave

Yes I do have the love of all my family
But family love is complexly different love
It could never protect you with any comfort
When you are hurt by the girl you dream of

And just the though of some one else holding her
When she was the one to be your future wife
I just could not take the pain and suffering
So please forgive me god as I plan to take my life

People will say what a fool he was to do that
No woman is worth for you to die for
But it’s easy to say that because they don’t know
How much I really really truly loved her

Suicide thoughts are buried deep into my mind
And every day is coming closer to the end
And I give in for my mind now control me
Very soon it will be fulfill, but no one knows when


Details | Terza Rima | |

The Unholy Ones

ISIS is a Black Vortex that has attached itself to and infected the World’s Soul . . . 

Murder, Rape, Beatings, Beheadings, Destruction, and Terror,
These thugs, criminals and hooligans are the unholiest of the unholy,
The world’s painfully aghast and their victims are pawns of this horror.

A truly nefast nest of murderers, thieves and prevaricators of the lowest kind,
These thugs and their evil cronies lack any iota of human decency and scruples,
How could God tolerate these creatures in our society—such a despicable kind? 

Almighty God in Heaven weeps so deeply at their unbridled savagery
But God is not here today (not yet) to stop their vicious, hideous rampage,
The Civilized World weeps so deeply at their malevolent snickering mockery.

The evil they do and foment and spread is supposedly in God’s name,
How dare they commit such a sacrilege and expect all of us to bow?
To the Civilized World their actions cry out the very worst moral shame.

It is undeniably tragic that mankind has this horrifying human cancer
In its collective DNA which bodes not well for the human species,
And 72 Virgins await them NOT as they enter the Gates of Hell—The Answer.

Nameless old and young people:  men, women, children, innocent babies
Savaged by hunger, disease, injury, and an unrelenting palpable fear 
Form the fodder of their ritualistic blood sacrifice as they destroy families.

All in the name of a Procrustean philosophy of nihilistic niddering nothingness . . .    


Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(August 24, 2014)


Details | Free verse | |

SPam and Craig

"Proper Pam im-promiscuity carries a
tepid torch against the blank footlights
of a dimlit digital marital marquee---last on the 
billing of a car-null double featurette like
a black and white bijou plotless rerun
hand cranked by an arthritic arm;
pit pursuant of
quicksand lust with a gray gaze monotony
able to hitchhike from a plavce point left
only undetermined,
I've seen more action from a shoe sticky floor
or a large hole in an uncomfortable seat cushion,
not to "juxtapare"  mind me but what a
chronofile,   if briefcases  couldspeak and not the
numbers from the credit card diction-ary of child
desires---stratfied pleasures far from TILT
lean calmly on majestic inconsequentials--like
ships passing in the night.
a blue ribbon in a cud chewing contest


Details | Free verse | |

Everyone's Gone

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me

Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma 
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...

Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state

Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball 
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall

Help me... 
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...

Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone 
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!

I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights 
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare 
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear 


Details | Free verse | |

Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.


Details | Bio | |

what's right what's wrong

Peel of my layers
One after the other
See my core 
Become gentler
For you, it might be a pretty game
To me, it’s a mystery untamed

Drenched in the pool of my own sweat 
I don’t let slip in the regret 
The paths I choose
Will see the answers be met
I finally drop the noose  
Around my neck

The voices are no more a blur
The faces are no more a haze
I am turning over 
To a silent page 
As the only thing matters now
Is to let nothing ever matter again 


Details | Lyric | |

Naked and Ashamed -Part 2-

I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... 
To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties 
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure 
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable 
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life


Details | Rhyme | |

Driven Insane

I don’t know where to start
When I look around me, I see myself slipping and falling apart
I’m drifting… I’m falling away into the dark
I’m dealing with stress...and now I hear the dog bark…

My eyes open like corridors... my life is a curse 
When I try to ignore the chaos... the dilemma gets worse and worse 
I'm failing... I'm yearning for peace to rebuild my courage
I'm marinated in turmoil...and I'm close to my breakage

Driven insane… I'm wide awake… recollecting my thoughts
I’m backing away from any danger coming my way
You tossed me in the drain… I’m resting… trying to untangle the knots
Overpowering pain… but now I’m losing control… 
But I’ll stop writing today . . .. . .. . . 


Details | I do not know? | |

Abortion at seventeen

Abortion at seventeen 
=
The shades of black within you surface
before you lose consciousness on the 
sanitized bed of the hospital.
No friendly face is waiting outside.
Your age is seventeen… almost.
This is the age of the quick use and throw.
The shades of black make you take an oath, 
just before sleep, medicated sleep,  
that you won’t attach yourself to
anyone for long. You are cured
from romances, immune from love.

These are the words that belong to past, 
I urge to tell more to see if tears 
are going to make you less of a goddess 
which I think you actually are.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Notary Unnoticed

I see
reflection

But is it 
me
seeing
again
as if
the first time
we hadn't
made love

Or perhaps
we
were
in love
and not
out of 
it

Pushing
it

between us

like
strangers


Details | Free verse | |

Hit the Brakes

Parts 2 and possibly 3 will come out tomorrow or this week... enjoy!! The other verse will be called Caught off Guard and the third - I have no clue yet! Enjoy reading this incomplete poem!:

Reassure me that today will be a day with flavor and spice
Unsure about my future, 
But I'll take His tranquil advice
Le the rain pour forth ecstasy upon me 
Let me see where my wonder-filled dreams lead me
Will it lead me back to the maze of bewilderment?
I'm getting sick and tired of feeling this wrecked-up resentment 
Possibly, I'll not be caught up in the ocean of commotion 
I hope that I be free...but frankly, this fretful, foul rage will never leave me be
Let me flow with the crowd... let me go with the flow
Let me go and I won't make a peep of a sound - let my inspiration grow
Someday, this lonely ghost will be out of sight
Let us both seek the sun tonight
Stray away from me,
You Depression monster, it has caught me off guard!
Stay away from me,
You Deceptive creature, it has made me feel weaker and life is getting hard...
Cease from making me feel vulnerable all the time
I fell in love with danger in an outlandish land...
It was getting out of hand...something was missing 
All the time you run, I can't keep pace with your heart beats
Do me a favor and tell me straight-out without any sign of hesitation if I'm a heartless disgrace
'Cause, to be honest, I don't want to see your face...your face...
You caught me off guard...
I'm falling apart...trying to hold on to you
Please share peace with me - it's something you shouldn't discard
You're voice is failing me...my distressed heart cries out for you
Cries out in reckless rue...
Your shirt is inside out
Just like your upside down life - but, then again, look at mine and you'll have no doubt
That I have troubles of my own
I can't help but frown...but don't feel down
I won't smile for you
I won't think highly of you
I won't run the extra mile for you
I won't sacrifice myself for you
I won't gain any more interest in you
I won't punish me for your mistakes...
HIT THE BRAKES! HIT THE BRAAAAAKES!!

Reassure me that today will be a day with joy and gratefulness
I have to wind down pretty soon...I know I have the strength to endure
This hardship that hits me to the core - making me prone to distress
Maybe if I pray to God, He'll be my everlasting cure

I'm bringing the upcoming challenges and acting like a boss
Sleep without waking up in alarm and be anxious for absolutely nothing
I'm in the midst of affliction and poverty
You still have some tarnished scars and gashes to patch up 
Frankly, my attitude stinks like rotten fish on a hot, summer day
My night-wishes - not night-scares I hope! - come to life like a zombie, slowly getting out of its grave...creepily...

I have to hit the brakes 
I can't keep on repeating the same cycle...
I tell myself to stop falling into the pit of darkness, 
But, I'm emotionally drained - 
I'm sinking faster than the speed of light
I keep on making the same mistakes
I keep on committing the same selfish crimes
Will keep on bugging me until I hit the brakes!
End these fears and help me put on my faithful gears 
Oh Lord - have mercy on my sorrow-whelmed soul!


Details | Free verse | |

Counteract

Time just floats by like dead bodies of victims hands sway 12 6 10 3
Insanity fabricated imagination crazy dancing throw my soul to the tree
Crashing all the ideas flowing out of my head im certain im dying from the impact
Something lovely and distracting would make great company like the fact of contact
Coming out hold the wisdom from a dream with words the intruder exit
Like murderous vengeance crawling under the dying light I cant fix it
I pull the knife out the bullets countless holes dragging pieces of you away
Mortality crashing into my heart darkness there lifeless hands touching my face
Medicated and drowning its okay that Im choking I cant breathe and im alright with that
The pain lets me know im alive and I can try I can try again I awkwardly bend and 
counteract


Details | Lyric | |

Spectacular Day

I heard a blue jay in the distance…
Soaring through the branches gracefully
I open up the curtains…ooh…
Forgive me if I drift away
I often wish I took flight like that bird…
You give me that smile that made my day
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

Tempted to do wrong…
oh how I hate those countless deceptions
Writing a new song…
oh I hate those wild, countless temptations
Waiting to belong…
trying to make this cherry-top decision
Tempted to do something quite horrid
Wanting to do something productive for once
Weeping with regret and dread
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

I heard a classical song not long ago
Forgive me if I say the wrong words
That breaks your heart
We’re both waiting to depart
From depression…ooh…
I’m persistently trying to grab a hold of myself
I’m feeling sore…my heart is bleeding out
You give me that look of suspicion
And I had to make a difficult decision
Was I to let you go?
Are you meant to stay by my side?
I feel free like birds out of the cage…
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

Tempted to do wrong…
oh how I hate those countless deceptions
Writing a new song…
oh I hate those wild, countless temptations
Waiting to belong…
trying to make this cherry-top decision
Tempted to do something rather…shocking
Wanting to do something delightful for once
Weeping with happiness and lament
Sleeping without a sound…
Do I have to repent? 
I tried to sing a song, 
But my voice drowned…
In the ocean, 
I fall…
On the mountains, 
I call…
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions


Graze in your own maze…
In other words, mind your own business
You give me a death stare…an eccentric gaze
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

Tempted to do wrong…
oh how I hate those cruel infections
Writing a new song…
oh I hate all that deceptive, dangerous directions 
Waiting to belong…
trying to make this cherry-top decision
Tempted to do something quite odd…
I’m about to 
Lose control…
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

Wanting to do something productive for once
Trying to do something that will 
Kill those negative thoughts
I glance at the mirror and I fade away… 
(Ooh…oooh…ooh…)x2
I’m turning the wrong way…
Oh! Oh oh…oh oh…
It’s a spectacular day…
With some exceptions…


Details | Rhyme | |

War waits for no man

War waits for no man
No man such as I...
Time once again for battle dress
And a railway station good bye.

For many fought and died beneath
A vast universe full of suns...
The casualties the ground absorbs
Amid the noisy raging guns.

War waits for no man
No men such as us...
100 years ago they believed
But since then we've lost trust.

Since '45 there's been no end of hate
And conflict everywhere...
Soldiers defend the nation state
And go to places we don't dare.

War waits for no man
No man such as I...
Wander off into the oncoming fog
There's no hope... but to try...

7th August 2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

War Memorial: Youthful Eyes, Elder's Vision

Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows

Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood stains that do burrow
From pursed lips, do the painful strains bellow
O'er from silent gun, percussive waves billow

Youthful glint on glimmering memorial glows
From aged lens, vicarious tears solemnly flow
Lad's fawning beams on chivalric statue strew
Elder's sorrowful squints the mediated surface furrow
Young mind each, savory fold does swallow
Aged intellect each corroded line does follow
On gilded bust, youth's prating eyes wallow
Gaunt septuagenarian mourns core now hollow
Around girth, innocent lids embrace time's fleeting shadow
Experienced hearts scorn clones strung from future gallows

New hopes, dreams cover the base now fallow
New doubts, fears sweep sodded ground, now sallow


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Gilded Return

Slowly with unstable steps, she approaches.
The room is dank a foreboding intensity permits the air.
She is shaking as the memories wrap their inky hands around her throat.
The terror starts to build as the anguish she'd managed to lock away becomes unleashed.
It is feral, with fangs and razor sharp claws. 
The beast she'd burned turning into the regret of a monster for all of her sins. 
The room once furnished so lavishly now had boards bared through plaster showing holes allowing vermin and insects to do with the place as they wished.
In her eyes, the room was in it's glory as it had always been. 
The candle wax began to drip onto her hand.
Her eyes now resembled that of a newborn doe's as her eyes fell to a heavy book.
Bound with crisp thick paper and worded with the freshest ink and sharpest quill.
The satin was superb in all of it's glossy onyx nature, her home.
One step after another, fragile feet glide over the floor, rustling of pristine skirts.
Her breath became heavy and idly half of her mind wondered if she was suffocating.
All too soon it seemed she was standing before the book, hardly did her eyes stray,
yet memory served her well as the old oak table was exactly the same to her as before.

He haunted her in every aspect within her life.
All she held dear was slowly crumbling until insanity threatened to become a reality.
What was her old lover's memories attempting to provoke within her?
Anger? Surely not she only dwelt with remorse and regret for wasting precious time.
Heedless of her warnings to her own mind she could not run from the chocolate of his eyes.
Nor could she handle being bombarded with guilt at every smile that slipped over her features.
If only he could see her now, he would relish her miserable exsistance.
Death was a mask wedged deeply into her very cells and she accepted it.
This last dream had become her undoing it would appear, for here she was.
For every good memory and ghastly deed she had locked within this book.
A memento of her exsistance for she feared being forgotten when the earth reclaimed her essence.

With loving fingers and velvety skin she caressed the spine of the book.
With a bitter sweet smile she took the slightest corner of the tome and eased it open.
Immediatly musk and a definate spice bombarded her senses in a pleasing array.
The nearly unrecognizable strings of words no doubt made sense for any with mind enough to carry a magnifying glass of sorts.
Sitting with a sigh she spoke quietly.

I am Home.


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Morbid Luck

Bad luck could hit hard…
It’s difficult to catch a flash of glory… 
Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin 
It’s tricky to snatch eternal glee…

I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance 
But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not
I want to grant you success…or I’ll let God work His magic
I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized…
Be strengthened and have self-reliance  
I prey upon confidence… 
I pray for your dreams to fall into place… 
I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… 
OUT OF THIS MESS…
Suffocating me in harsh distress…
Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope

We are fading… we’re fragments
Escalating ferociously…  

It’s almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times…
Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin

The most difficult part of living is… 
Dealing with the outrageous crimes  

Bad luck 
Is totally a morbid result in life’s situations…
I believe that you could endure
The catastrophe that burnt up your 
Last drop of courage…

What a tragedy you turned out to be… 
Your morbid luck drained out your bliss
And inflated you with squalid misery…
Your morbid luck dragged you 
Into the abyss……… 


Details | Haiku | |

Face

You're a lover boy

Devouring arsenic

No more pretty face


Details | Rhyme | |

The Towers of NYC The Day They Fell

Two standing structures standing up so high touching  tha clear blue sky.
Huge white walls on either side, 
Hundreds of windows reflecting the sky.
 Thousands of workers sit at their desks; unaware  of the fear that is growing near.
its 8:45 people still come to arive; but soon they'll be fighting to survive.
The north tower is struck by a plane and  the 1st tower is turned into a flame.
 
Smoke and ash flow throughout the buliding as people below are screaming.
Videos recording, photos been taken.
News choppers are flying while inside the tower people are dying.
Police try to control the streets as every ones heart beats.
 
People believe its just a plane crash but at 9:03 that rumour is smashed.
The second tower is hit as ash covers people in the street like a pit. 
firefighters suit up to enter the blaze but the smoke is so thick there put in a daze.
Panic and chaos is all around; as bodies jump from windows to fall a long way down .
 
fire is burning all around inside as news crews flim the outside .
People are burning and choking and know that time is getting short .
They ring their families to tell them they'll be fine; but in their hearts they know there out of time .
  
The towers come down with a tundering sound as a great symbol of the U.S is now nothing more than a mess.
Bodies are burnt and burried; sadness is in everyones face as New York City is left a dusty angry place . 
Great towers they used to be; but now these towers of NYC  are just ones memory.


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In Between

There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, 
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, 
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, 
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, 
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright, 
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, 
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, 
because you are only born once, and you only die once, 
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.


Details | Free verse | |

Comfort

How we ever change
And then suddenly—revert to the old way
Without thought of the previous inspiration!
Without the drive we once possessed—the revelation!
Back into the rut of Comfort’s firm grasp
Loving the feeling of actually being trapped!
But soon the drive returns again
And the rut is never easily ignored

How we painstakingly change!
Yet so quickly return to our old way
For a moment utterly forgetting all effort
And remembering again the soft sway of Comfort


Details | Free verse | |

His Child

I’m a child in heart 
I’m sensitive,
So don’t misuse it

I’m God’s special child
I need to respect 
My zealous Father

I need to honor Him
With my young heart,
I pray for freedom

How awesome are Your deeds? 

Relieve my heart’s ache
Help me escape 
From the darkened pit

I can be active
And beat that race 
I’m on God’s good side 
God’s mercy 
Aids me in times of trouble 

I appreciate His consideration 
He fulfills me with elation


Details | I do not know? | |

Leave me alone

Have been dealing with all
Aspect of life but obviously,
You don’t fit my ”medulla oblongata”
I work through you day & night.
But you were unable to comprehend
And contact my brain.
Sincerely you don’t worth me,
And you are not my type.
Is not that I don’t know you?
Why are you forcing me to know you?
Reluctantly you don’t belong to my line?
Stay away from me and leave me alone?


Details | Free verse | |

Recycled

Recycled
Trying fire burning on the wire Quenching indistinqueshed desire Where tomorrow finds me, today will lead My life held in balance on a razor edge The lies are stripped away, truths layed bare The days and weeks ahead will sow the seed Searching for that ideal to take me off the ledge A reason, a sign or a person to stop my launch into thin air
rlm '13


Details | I do not know? | |

It's time

My life is a joke,
Just lies and deceit,
For some reason,
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet.
I miss the days,
Carefree and young.
Now my days are spent killing my liver and lungs.
Backward priorities,
No direction known,
I suppose it's time to face the seed I've sewen.
Failure and regret fill me up,
But no more excuses,
It's time to man up.


Details | Rhyme | |

Boiled Brains

So finally
Age's shadow throws its cast
Time for some to live the past
And yet I have this silly quirk
I'd feel much better back at work
So rather than stay home and snooze
I'm back at work
No time to lose
And with a staged real happy face
I join once more the working race
Ignoring others ripe with cash
Doing little with their stash
Their burned out wives no longer stay
With boring mates to waste their day
So maybe my new life's not bad
Better busy
Then just sad.
Use your brain
It must be fed
Just move ahead
Get out of bed
New challenges will keep you strong
Don't waste these days
That's just plain wrong


Details | Senryu | |

Vanity Solutions

gravity set in
so now I pose for snapshots
standing on my head


Details | Rhyme | |

Running Away

Knowing exactly what he was supposed to do
Yet from this responsibility he suddenly withdrew
Boarding a ship and heading the other way
For Jonah was running so he wouldn't have to obey

And there at the very bottom of that ship he lay
Even as the ship began to violently rock and sway
But all the sailors knew with such fear in their eyes
Just as Jonah himself would also come to realize

So they took Jonah and threw him over the side
Into that stormy ocean so dark deep and wide
Soon to be swallowed by a very large whale
So many people think this is just an old Bible tale

But for three long days in that belly would he lay
As later he would do that just as God would say
Then on that third day he was finally set free
And headed straight to Nineveh ever so quickly 

Are you also running from what God has said
Doing only what you really want to do instead
Maybe this would be a good time to admit
Before another such storm would also hit


Jonah 1:2

 Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it;
 for their wickedness is come up before me.


Details | Rhyme | |

All's Not Well

It's always nice to call a friend
When life starts drawing to an end
Maybe you should wait a day
Always find much more to say
But should you just forget to phone
You might find that you're all alone
Yet other things I start to find
Many friends have lost their mind
Not that they are off the wall
They all have problems when I call
Some just can't hear
Some aren't well
It's really hard
For me to tell
Some have no mate
A sorry state 
Other know they reached their last
All recall
A long lost past
For them each day's a living hell
All's not good
All's not well


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Tune for the Weary

It takes a wearied man to sing a wearied song
It takes a man troubled by things that have gone wrong
It takes a man afraid that life has passed him by
It takes a man whose anguished soul within him cries.  

It takes a man who dares believe there is still hope
It takes a man who tries again when the answer is nope
It takes a man whose failures still silently scream
It takes a man, who though crippled, knows how to dream.

It takes a man broken and ashamed with dismay
It takes a man with vision for a better day
It takes a man who in defeat still shows his face
It takes a man who will hum a new song of grace. 


Details | Free verse | |

My Pain

My whole life is surrounded by pain In fact, it's made me who I am. Having to hide my feelings fills me with sorrow, as I trudge day after day. I guess you can say its the foundation of my strenght. Everything I am today is because of this pain. I've turned my pain into a rock. A place where I lean on when I'm tired of faking happiness. A place I run from when I get a glimpse of true happiness. I long to feel free from it, but it has kept me captive, prisoner in chain, yet no resentment; for it has made me strong. Strong enough to stand in this world


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APOLOGY TO ELIOT

Let us go to certain half-desserted restaurant
Where cheese is spread on the table like an elkmilksheet  
Steaks are burnt, curries are bland, puddings are mulberry mist
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Where women come and go like milkrunners
Wenches in hand the spanners span the Einstein's space
( Here I am dizzy,I am confused, should it be my space?)
They are savvy nuts pulling legs of navvies 
They are all dancing quirks and frizzling squidface
I am Nero, I am nerd, I like to fly like a booming bird
But hey see all bullshit I am bamboozled in a brown pit
I am cheated, I am a cheat
I am timid, I browbeat
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Kiss her kill her miss her mess her give Sue a treat
I am not fit.
I have heard bunkers singing
Weapons roar, F-16 kinking
Tattered cops and freaks swinging
Cows are mooing churchbells ringing.
Children laughing, couples blinking
Midsummer snow snowstars twinkling.
Churchbells ringing........................
Shanti Shanti Shanti.




Details | Free verse | |

Long Live the blank

You hate me, you hate me, you hate me!
Are the only words his lips will form.
But of course we all know the real translation
You's were meant to be I's and me's were meant to be you's
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
Is what screams beneath the surface
Heart made of stone
Eyes turned to coal
He lives but he is dead
or at least he's dead to me
I will never know the difference
Since he kicked me out from his mind
and changed the keys and locks
Long live the ___!
Although he's really dead
Or should be 
or is
or was
Whatever the case may be.
He is dead 
I am dead
Used and abused for his needs
____, the sidekick, the super spy, indeed!
____ is nothing more than a villain posed to be a hero!
I hate you, you hate me - are the only words his lips will form
Expressing himself whether in jest or graveness
Surpressing myself and my tears 
Drowning inside
What kind of fool was I, to think for once
That someone could like me for me 
and not judge me based on how I look
Long live the ____!
Although he's really dead
Or should be
or is
or was
Whatever the case may be 
He is dead
I am dead
I always have been
I always will be 
Whatever the case may be. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Searching

Searching


Searching,
in the debris of the past,
scraps of casually discarded emotion.


Searching,
in hastily trashed yesterdays,
an inkling of moments flung away.


Searching,
in heaps of rubbished words,
that tiresome sigh of defeated thought.


Searching,
in the layers of moulted skin
the wilting self that once was true.


Searching,
in the reflections between the ripples,
for the whispered pangs of roaring desire.

Searching,
in the blank eyes streaming endlessly,
an echo of the faintest sigh of new life.


Searching.


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 | Quatrain | |

what do people born blind, never saw a tree, what do they dream about

                  WISE EYES

We all turn and read another page
Through the very eyes of age
Such wisdom  behind brown, green or blue
We all read that same page, even me and you

The eyes of age stare at a face
As we forget each kiss but recall every warming embrace
That face isn’t the one that once hid wanderlust
And now the eyes of age know who and who not to trust

Then to see what we’ve never seen before
And care not to see very much more
For flaccid is now what used to be a rock
And tightly pulled skin has surrendered to that old grandfather clock

There’s no getting around finding time and youth the same
Until time steals youth and only that damned clock is to blame
You’re just about ready to take your final  bow on life’s stage
As we all begin to see through the very eyes of age
              © 2011.…~ Phreepoetree free cee!~


Details | I do not know? | |

Burning out

Through love we are brought into this world
But, little do you know.
The pain, the trials, the hard decisions
Or which way they'll choose to go.

Inspiration comes in many ways
Mainly in the way we are taught
Our parents are our real role models
They show us, which battles are fought.

What if some day you woke up
And both of them were gone
No word, no sound, no trace of them
Now which battles are won?

How does a life have meaning?
If your mum and dad leave you...
Lost, alone, thrown away
Like an old, worn, empty shoe.

'All I wanted was for you to care...'
'All I wanted was for you to be there...'
But sadly my heart had no voice
And it was the people not the emotion
That made the final choice.



Details | Free verse | |

Eternity

it seems unfair to me sometimes
that life has to end.
i hold you in my sight
paused in motion
refusing to forget the patterns of your face
youth only fades
yet noone wants to fathom
what age portrays
watching you now, at age 22,
your ceaseless movements
both delicate and benign,
you are locked in with a click like a mechanism
implanted within my shaking mind.
anchored in my thoughts
afraid i may lose sight,
dreading what is inevitably to come,
our ancient human rite.
what is it we have really
but phases full of longing,
short lifetimes of solitude,
then subsequent terms of bliss
it seems strange to say that i am not sorry 
for little secret moments such as this.
i will not apologize
for having lived and hoping to live long
nor argue choice or afterlives
or hear you claim im wrong.
it seems we believe in nothing more
than dirt and cold and brine
i believe in the simple glory of your hands 
large and gregarious inside my small ones, 
eternity proven,
entwined.


Details | Free verse | |

Rukh

Chingariyon ki bheed main ik shola utha

kisi adhure geet si angdayi li

or bekhudi ki taal me bola

chalo hawaon ke rukh badalte hain

 
Aag banne ki aag dil mein

apne peele lahoo me rang bharne chala

chingariyon boli, shola hai to bhadkega

thora jalega, aur  bujh jayega


Shola kuch kehte kehte ruk gaya

wapis muda aur jalne laga

vyuh rach kar apne man me

agni manthan ko chala


 
Chingariyon ko chedkar

wo sholon ko bhedta

apne  aap se ladta wo kabhi

kabhi dard ko nakarta


Chott khaya adhmara sa

dhundhli si manzil ke aine ko ponchkar

apni aag ko zinda rakhta raha

us aag ki chaah mein

 

Kahin lau uthi ummeed ki

ek lapat bani, prachand hui

wo chingariyaan ab raakh thi

wo shola ab ik aag tha


Details | Monorhyme | |

Resentment

I loathe the feeling of resentment
Loneliness reigns over me and I need to repent
It reigns over my once high spirits and my heart’s bent!
Stop bringing me down to toil and lament!
It swallows me whole like a troubled tidal wave, descending with heartless revilement
I need a roof on my head or a tent!
Abruptly making me feel atrocious anguish right this instant  
I’m sick of being on rent
Avarice pushes it way inside of me and I feel as defenseless and feeble as an infant 
What is it like to be in someone else’s skin? I hate myself for everything that went
Through my mind in the past…the adversaries of the past seem to haunt me and I’m trying to prevent
Myself from losing control again…life’s like a cycle that keeps spinning on and I’m sponging in resentment
I never meant to hurt you like I always do – I will apologize to you and I didn’t mean to torment
All the times I’ve spent with each other makes me adore your savoring scent
All of the sudden, you snicker at me insidiously like a hyena, about to hunt down its target, laughing with content
You corner me with your fury and I shutter in vain by the sight of you, you're too close to me and your breath stinks - do you need a mint?
Don't take it to heart, you crying infant
I can't stop shaking like a timid deer, body-quaking with fear and you find this entertainment?
Stop approaching me with your creepy ways, sinister monsters from hell - your screams of vile is perturbing and hell-bent
Why do you regret making mistakes – we all make them…just acknowledge it and move on with life and don’t let it step on you like dirty cement 
Burn out this revolting rage that crowns us with disdain and be set free from bondage by simply doing the act of repentance and your time will be well-spent 
When I feel resent, I feel this monstrous malcontent…
As if someone has beat me up and broke my nose as my birthday present 
Who invited this unwanted guest – Resentment? 


Details | Verse | |

THE SAME PAGE

     What a difference a day makes.
The universal truth is in the knowledge gave.
     This is not a road to trek all alone but one to construct positive outcomes.
A great thinker knows that all statements must compose schemas, 
     which are diverse.
Knowing that you are your own person is a must.

Are we on the same page now?
Are our thoughts similar?
I see you frowning.
Indecisive you say you are.
Watch you start clowning around.

A difference a day makes.
     The truth is universal.
You slog melodramatically.
     Your effort was exuberant.

A great doer knows that two wrongs do not produce a right.
     Diversification must transpire.
We are individuals of generalizations.
     Our only stride is side-by-side.

Are we on the same page?
I hope we are.
I tell the absolute never a lie.

     Unbound in determination, we strive to know.
Our scientific hypothesis states we are in a manifold.
     Imperfection we are not free from.
God so love the world he gave his only begotten son.

You can turn the page now and read on.
I stick with you as we pause.
A meeting of minds must be unified. 
We must sojourn likewise.
                          *
     {If the whore washed Jesus feet, why go into Divinity? 
Now, we are on the same page.  Justice will form for you and me.}
______________________________________________|
Penned on June 06, 2014!


Details | Rhyme | |

Chuckles and Gryphon

Tragedy has stricken and lives are shaken,
Loss and damage, precious life is taken.
Yet through positive energy, sweat and tears,
These two lovers overcome their fears.

Chuckles and Gryphon have conquered the foul,
Soaring high like the graceful hawk owl.
Though their lives were torn asunder,
They persevered the trials, never going under!

Together they stand, strong and devoted,
As friends look on, their trials noted.
Strength has been given, and strength received,
Through it all, they always believed.

To them we sing praises and look upon,
Their elegance and beauty as the prettiest of swans’.
Their energy is what we shall all aspire,
For in their anguish they still Inspire!


Details | Free verse | |

How Lovely

How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?

They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To an affinity towards Jackson Polluck. 

Tears are to the meek
As injury is to the bold,
Chastity is to pureness
As promiscuity is to curiosity.
And what
Supplemented activity relates to the character
Defect of an over-eager search for validation?

How surreal a menagerie constructed from
Syringes full of sunshine.
Currency crusted by blood in place of worth,
Hopeful scribbles of the pale and placid carrying
Small flecks of over packed bags under the eye
Can seem when sunlight filters through rose colored lenses;
How frighteningly apparent
Connect-the-dot freckles and
Spasms of the left cheek and 
Teddy bear smiles and
Xylophone ribs and
Bits of skin ghosted from lips become
When refracted by a Narcissus pond—

How I m p o r t a n t,

How appropriate these sentiments:
Perfect companions for the rolled-up-carpet's journey
Of finding permanence along river bottom
Set into the silt and framed with waving algae:

A'voir, piggyback consistencies,
Meet oblivion in shreds
Blown out the back end of the skull
In the instant chapped lip worshiper meets collarbone shrine.

Such ready to leech services are no longer
A necessity
In the four hours of chemically enhanced rawness
Stuffed with bile and bruise and suck and lie
Hollowed of meaning,
Save for the proverbial cholesterol of hope clogged in pores.

But I awake in numbness,
Cold and invalid,
With my head pressed on Doubt's chest
And my fingers knotting in its own
Begging to be warm again.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Corris Of A Putain

Fellatio, A Putain’s Breath Neglected
“Every Man For Myself…”
Bwchio, Where The Putainfeistr Harbour A Negligent Edge…
…Removing The Condoms From Bookshelves

Get Laid
Get AI.D’S
Lose Weight
Get On The Cover Of A Teenage Magazine

Prophylactic Snap, Corris Flows Like The Taf
“Chlamydia has its shine…”
Burtons Corner, He/She Can Work Out The Price…
…Include V.A.T. In The Scold

Get Laid
Get AI.D’S
Lose Weight
Get On The Cover Of A Teenage Magazine

Above The Post Office There Hangs A Shrine,
Neither Floral or Confectionary In Intent,
The Water Is Always Yellow,

H.I.V. Is Dripping From The Best Part Of Me…
Dripping From The Only Part I Ever Learned To Love…


Details | Light Poetry | |

old chair

There is beauty in this beacon of the sun.
she lingers along the wind,
through the window.
Casting no shadow upon my bed.

Old crooked door and noisy hinges.
Still cold,morning dew till noon.
Drops a few on the front stone
below the cottonwood.

Lovely chair painted white. 
A long time ago.
Chipped and rusted. 
Blue underneath where it was once new. 

I sat for a lifetime in that chair the day you died
I cried on the flowers that you would plant
every spring.
I felt lost and angry,I'm sorry that I ripped  them up.
I`ll plant them again next chance I get.
They will always be there.
Like the slamming of the screen door.
He smiles at me on the way

to the bus stop.
Runs his hands across the tall grass.
I hoped the bitterness would pass.
But it just isn't the same here without you.

He gets out of bed around ten sees me there in the old chair.
We sit and talk about you.
I just want to write this for you.
Beautiful sunlight. 

We still love you. 


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ignorance is bliss

standin on a corner he looks up to the sky
his phone rings as he steps into his ride
no time to think
when it rings its because do's on the other side
red and blue
panicked, frozen like a mannequin
flashing lights he catches on the other side of his panaoramic view
wondering if its for him
then realize it just the paramedics crew heading to what'll never make it on the 11' o clock news
paranoid
wonderin if he ever got caught by the blue, what he would do
like i siad no time for that, 
rent to pay
with nothing on the dinner plate
this time next week, he just may be sleeping in his back seat.
no one to comfort but southern comfort
good guy just on the wrong side 
misguided when life put him on the sideline
no one to guide him right
but his mind
while he walked on the wild side of the life many choose not to sight
turn a blind eye
to what they dont see as right, but i guess thats just life
a pool of water overflows the bath tub because his own foot
covers the drain
you paved what you walk on today
if you ever wanna live better
dont be the reason why your seasons never change

seeing nothing but rain in his plain 
consumed by the pain that rarely escapes from him
an apiphany hits him
a bit delayed but soon to be appraised
he wants out but never knew how
he tryed callin his father 
but that man diddnt even bother 
he never really fathered him to begin with.
so it really wasnt something he cared to level with
learned his lesson, way back when
your just getting the message
considering how long its been
he thought redemption would have been ready for collection 
still theres a long way to go

aint it beautiful?
how bliss ignorance is?

remembering the time he showed his report card to his mother
and how happy she was
tellin him he was bound for anything he set his sights on
but to always tell right from wong
at that moment. curtains closing
its 3am
witching hour for the superstitious
but an hour of power for a man to put stitches to his scars
pick himself up off the ground
head to the lost and found
just to find everything that made him who he was 
before what is now

ignorance is bliss
an he knows that now


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Dream Light

hardened solid is the clay
that shapes the way I am today
I dream escape from endless grief
restoring child-like belief
     experience has made me cold
     stolen who I was before
     left behind half of a whole
     changed the essence of my core
          I wish to dance with brilliant light
          cleanse my soul with gentle rain
          slumber sound in dark of night
          at dawn awaken without pain
               soar up high in skies above
               gaze down upon meadows green
               to once again believe in love
               to have faith in things unseen
                    memories that formed the clay
                    although impossible to do
                    will them all to melt away
                    and live the bliss that I once knew


Details | I do not know? | |

Always

My heart hurts,

like the cold walls of an empty cave.



My thoughts entice me with their promise,

then, burn me with their consequence.



The noise of silence shakes me,

it holds me hostage in the light.



The killer of ambition.

The waste of a gift.

The dream of a night.



My heart hurts.


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A voyage Without Instruction



                           A voyage Without Instruction
My many friends in cyberspace; but none can heal my fears;
The distances are far too vast; and I’ve worn them all these years.
Drifting into nothingness; my ship is now off course;
Auto-pilot’s taking me; to the island of remorse.

As if paralyzed by coma; my body won’t control;
I can’t stop the way I go; even though I know.
Debris from other travelers; lost along the way;
Warning me I should turn back; but on this course I stay.

In my heart I had a love song; but I think it was a dream;
Somewhere down inside of me; I hear a desperate scream.
Here I am again; back behind the wheel;
Plotted to the unknown; confused to what is real.

When I wonder what I’m doing here; and why it’s so intense;
All conclusions seem to fit; and the answers too immense.
This twisted journey that I’m on; will only let me pause;
And I can only man the wheel; on this voyage of unknown cause

I think about Apostle John; who spent his days in jail;
I wonder if I’m born of him; but even him I failed.
Still I write these letters; and form them to a poem;
Perhaps the few who read the words, will always know their home.


Details | I do not know? | |

heaven allison, witch extraordinaire

i wish i never laid eyes on you!!!!
she storms out the door with tears in her eyes
but i know they are fake
cuz she has lied so much, not that im a saint
but she sits on my bed when i get home
but to the curb she goes 
with more fake tears
and more foul words 
and more peace of mind
im now free!!! 
and she is gone
FOR GOOD!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

When I Go

And when I die
I say I will take my own path
I will not walk down

I will climb upwards
where the light words are
where unfinished sentences
are tied to ribbons
and I will stitch them together

To make a meaning of the life I lived.


© Gry W Christensen


Details | Quatrain | |

Achilles Abides

Watching mundane seconds tick away
Linked together they form passing years
This flimsy chain around my neck does not betray
Nor can my stinging eyes squeeze back the tears

Dreams begin to float out of my reach
Tormented by what makes me so distressed
Losing many of my hopes I feel besieged
Yet still reflecting on the way my life is blessed

The silence puzzles me and pierces with its thunder
The foundation bucks the shaking of its core
What God has joined together no man puts asunder
The waves are beating hard upon our shores

Weary eyes look towards damp clouds and search for light
Desperate to feel some warmth deep within my bones
Will its brilliant glow supplant the bluish night
Giving a sneak peek into the great unknown

Chasing those rainbows now seems like wasted time
The pot of gold was a seductive ruse of lead
Perhaps we were just lonely partners in crime
Caught up in reveries we thought surely lied ahead

Waiting for the stars to fall into my hands
To turn this to profound from the surreal
Nobody but the stars can understand
That I’ll fall victim to my poor Achilles heel


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Self Hate

You sit alone
And always think
How life flew by
In just a wink
Those busy days
What did they mean
You wasted time
That's what they seem
You looked at others every day
Ne'r a nice word did you say
For them life appeared all sunny
Sure you thought
They all had money
But no one one ever stole your wealth
Yet squandered it along with health
So easy now to spew out blame
You take no credit for the shame
Cash rich friends go out to eat
A supermarket's your last treat
Those lucky folks can go to shows
While your few bucks
On bills just flows
You clearly saw your downward trend
You clearly knew how it would end
And now you're old
You've met your fate
Thank God
There's no one left to hate


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The End is Naught

The lights flicker on and off
The end of the world was naught
There was a time of love
But then it disappeared
Because all wished for an end that was near
Dear one, would you ever listen to me?
I used to cry all night
Thinking that you wouldn't
Do you see the misery?
Do you see the tears spring from my heart?
Do you understand the words that I utter?
Haven’t you heard the world is naught?
It feels like everyone around me has lost the battle
Because there was no side to take this time
Everyone fell into temptation
And all humiliation was brought upon the Griffin’s claw
A state of bewilderment filled the air
And all we ever heard were words
 That would never sink in
And that’s when sin crawled in
Nevertheless we watched it crawl and creep
Like a snake twisting and turning on the hills
He was under and over all of us
Everywhere we felt the pangs of depression
Because somehow the words coming through
Could not heal what the snake had burrowed
The people gathered together
Trying to figure out all that had happened
Somehow they all knew what was to come
Soon they would figure out what lies ahead
And what lies ahead is forever known by One
The disdain reigned upon the earth
Never to be seen by those of mirth
And we all wait
We keep waiting 
And my heart and body is shaking
The world is coming to an end
Its quaking
Its over its over
Tonight we must fight for our rights
But the rights are not clear
And they sear
Hope is out of sight 
Everyone is gathering up fear
That’s all we ever did
When we came together
The fear accumulating in frail weather
We tore us all down
And one by one
All smiles turned into a frown
We were wearing the death crown
And everyone around us looking our way 
Directed us down
And the words sprung into light
Dandelions fly above our heads
No one catches this knowledge 

We’re on edge
Always up, never down

--Another collab with my brother David. : ) 


Details | Free verse | |

Twine

I write. I feel. I translate. I create.
Any writers dream is to breathe life into their abstract of imagination
as is any artistic creator.
To give birth to a painting, or to capture that moment in infinite majesty.
To recreate feelings of all kind, throughout lyrics and hymns.
To give to of a creation of all kinds for all kind.

These expressions. These collaborations. These leaks from creativity.
Dawn was a long time ago that even our ancestors painted on walls.
We observe in fascination, shared ingenuity from eon's lost.
Yet as our children write, the tail spurns on,
Becoming endless dull twine, study yet bland.
Recreate that fathomless spark, children of children.
Recreate us, capture your own moment yet.

We write. We feel. We translate. We create. You carry on.
Pass down our tattered wreaths,
Weave a new song with our rekindled lace of your own nights.
Dance around one another, raise a flag, sing a song.
Touch a place of no return, enclose it with love.
Pass on our knowledge of our minds onto ageless stone.
Pass on even our stupidity, learn from our tales of misguidance.

Lay out foundation upon our syllables.
Play with verbs and new pronunciations as you mix paints.
Diverse amongst yourselves, go on for more.
Find strife as to stride for peace.
Do not abate one another on simple matters such as belief.
Draw out your own life, be in harmony as a mosaic of colors.

Unique and different, give out your wisdom's.
Then fall, become as us, dull silk.
Give yourself to brink, as so your children strife.
When they look upon you and cry in anger tell of us.
Our stupid advice.
So they can achieve greater than you through their children.
More so than us.

Sing of this day, sing any moment.
You should, shall not be bound by others.
Paint in mind of further on.
Let me be the ancestor of those who forsake this poem.
Stop strife and stride forever.
Let them achieve dreams of dreams.
Through word and solace, song and chaos.

Let them fly away, and never stop.
Run away,
Don't look back.
Touch all the diamonds above.


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Working in the Dark

I feel like I've dug a hole so deep it's better to distract myself from the fact that 
I'm dwelling in it
I create while I live underground, buried but not dead. I slowly dig tunnels, 
looking for a way out, I won't quit

I contract from fear too often and I'm starting to understand why. I'm afraid of 
failure and success, which freezes me in limbo
I expand in short moments of grandeur, not long enough to take a stand but 
long enough to reassure that I should not go

I've learned that passion is worth fighting for, beneath the crushing weight, the 
misguided hate, I know I have the potential to be great
I've learned that life is worth dying for, as I stagger through the darkness, finding 
my way; I must help myself and elevate


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Perfidy

Perfidy

A hollow laugh reverberates
Through the empty chambers
Of a lonely heart

Love's labours lost.
Stolen. Thrown away.
The echo continues.....

To penetrate through
To the very soul
And render it bare

Yet still. Yet still
The tears of sadness, joy and fear
Roll down the cheeks
Of the harlequin
Standing stolidly on the courtroom floor.

Providing those all around
With profound, meaningless pathos;
Mirth and enlightened insight
To this conjurer of fools.

Yet what do they know?
Only those who have heard the echo.
Scrambled aimlessly
In the unforgiving void

(Caused by themselves
Or someone else...
Does it truly, really matter???)

Only those who've been there
And watched their world torn asunder
Will appreciate the jester's plight

A hollow laugh reverberates
Through the empty chambers
Of a million broken hearts.

Clowns and kings and courtiers
Bow lowly to your show
For those who will never understand
There's no need to let them know. 

So let them watch and be there
Play kindly to them all
But despite the whispers, taunts and gibes
Never falter, fail or fall

Stand proud, alert and happy
Use those echoes as your tools
To use when in the public "court"
Allow the fool to fool the fools.


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Sigh

King of all kids none know my time none know my ride. Without pride I slide down the drive enter your guide slip into the five. without telling you why I give you a 9 so tell me why you dont give me a try when we start to divide I cease being sigh.


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The Old Man In the Mirror

The Old Man In the Mirror

I look at the mirror
The man I see looking back
He is not me
I do not have bags under my eyes
The wrinkles were never there before
I have always been a young man
I guess that was so long ago
Now my hair is greying
The hair that remains that is
The lines of age covers my face
How did I get so old
When did my youth fall away
I do not like the man I see in the mirror
He is not me


Details | Prose | |

Oak Grove-

I fell back into the spaces among the living,
for the dead held no place for me.
I do not wish for death,
although I walk between the gray granite stones of Oak Grove.
I simply do not seem to belong to one place or the other.
My body broken, ashen and tired, clings still to all that I hold dear
in this earthen realm.
My children, husband, friends and home
hold me close and need me yet.
I remain chained by limitations of this disease,
housebound for days, not seeing and not wanting to be seen.
Death is though ,such a finality ,
I am young, and not without hope.
Lest I be thought in danger , I do not crave this place.
I know I am needed, and to be needed is love ,wrapped in a want not recognized.
Youth and a wasted dream are just hard things to reconcile.
So, I shall settle for now, into the space between the stones. If there is one saving grace,
it is that here there is green, green grass on the hill beneath the oaks in the Grove.


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I Don't Like Knives for Carole

based on a dream

I Don't Like Knives (for Carole, eternal love. This is all fiction except Carole)
I was jogging down by the canal when I saw it happen. There was a slim pretty brunette lady. The madman leapt out of the bushes. His evil carving knife plunged deep into the girl. She fell to the ground. Again and again he stabbed her. 
I shouted, "Hey!" 
Upon seeing me the cruel killer fled. Good. I didn't want to be stabbed and I was unarmed. I rushed to the girl. She was an awful mess. Bloodied, crying, hurt. I mustn't freeze. 
I took off my t-shirt to stop her bleeding and held it on her wounds. Blood flow thrust my hands back. I increased pressure. The girl moaned, trembled and became white. 
Stay with me, I said. I kept saying it. Don't close your eyes. What's your name? 
Carole, she whispered.
I'm Nick. Stay with me. 
I want to sleep. Her hands shook, held my arm. A death grip.
No! Listen to me... I told her crazy things. Was I mad, going out of my mind? Her blood was everywhere. Fucking awful. 
Carole, I love you. I love you Carole. Those lovely brown almond shaped eyes opened and connected with mine. I was falling. 
What did you say? So faint. 
I love you Carole. Stay with me. Stay with me, you hear? A smile. My love for you will save you. I love you. Stay with me. Stay with me. I never said the death word. 
The sound of sirens. I never called the medics. Who did? The murderer? There's only us here. Carole and Nick. If he comes back to finish Carole and me off, he's going into the fucking canal. I see the medics and armed police. I keep pressure on Carole's wounds. 
Stay with me. I love you Carole. A faint smile. Don't close your eyes. Stay with me...
Carole did stay with me. Not as a bad memory or flash backs but as my wife. Five years, three months, one week and two days and counting. Her injuries should of killed three times over. But didn't. She's in a wheel chair with a severed spine. I won't ever leave her side. Not ever.
They got their man. After shooting him twice. It was he who called the medics. Why? Did he feel guilty of his act or was he playing a sick game? Or trying to make amends? Whatever his reason, he brought Carole and me together. For that we are grateful.


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Broken

A shard of glass lay broken
Tarnished on the floor
Tainted by blood
Pure no more
The image it once reflected
Now shows a darker tale
The distortion of this red life
Removes the blood stained veil

A shard of glass lay broken
The image now complete
The holes left by the guise
Filled now by the twisted depiction
A view through the eyes of a being
Lost and broken
Whose death is not tragic
Nor seen beyond this glass
Por un cuerpo se queda junto
Cuando se falta su alma


Details | I do not know? | |

Awake at Midnight

Awake at Midnight

sleep retreats
into tunnels of dewy thoughts

teasing the worn mind

awake at midnight
dreams recede

into caverns of mist
to brew their hazy potions

awake at midnight
weariness seduces the being

seeking to slip away
thirsting for solace in
the numbness of slumber
awake at midnight

still.


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Evanescence

To linger
My soul that yearns for more
for the truth i desire to know
all this time i have lost
all these years i have been succumbed by another force
I intook, I embraced, I rejected
denial... Oblivion and fear
overcame and overshadowed
my mind, My heart...
Disappeared
how not to notice?
Burning up in my rage
and melting in the sorrow
to the truth i couldn't take in
this was my salvation;
No thought to thy action taken
a question i asked myself:
"Who am i?" "What am i?"
though no answer received
numb...
A blackness i had become
another being not me
swallowed whole by another world
sinking... Sinking below
and little by little unearthed
By:Angel M. Marx


Details | Lyric | |

THE DESTINY.

This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are no events images or happenings
But over the same the generations waste
Cobwebbed on a bold spot their anger
In rimless cups in pale lipped liquors
Time eaten tales aimed at amusing
Lamenting on their irrecoverable loss
A loss which was never their gain
Forward they go groping in search of substitutes
In hotel rooms where empty pouches hang
Over the pegs of wealth work and pleasure
All have accepted with harried hands
Stiffening nature humbly no measure for measure
Their guts hanging loose from under their stomachs
While vultures of low airs peck their brains
Piece by piece removing the gilded frowzy matter
Leaving the skull festooned and vainly waste.

The ancient cults of sacrifices still existing
Among jeremiad rules of the gushed brain
Each fang beak or tentacle of spidery web
The venom just dents entwines with its embrace
No grief for marshalled loss no pent up for soul remained
The old conscience just sleeps in arms of lap dogs
And each hour becomes just sanctified and sane.

It is not for charter of the world do we create
Burning our brain and the light of our eyes
Each image in our mind creates
A corresponding image in the space
And each line of the verse entombs
In eternity a sightless gong
Which the poet can hear with his subtle mind
In the span of his wretched life and can find
Some solace when everything significant is betrayed
When the weed choked fields of this world can claim
Their foremost place on the altar of the poesy.




Details | Ballad | |

God Forsaken Waltz

when You told me You loved me
i signed the peace treaty,
then i sadly saw
that my name stood alone;

there were no other takers --
all who watched were fakers;
i knew in an instant
i couldn't go home.

it soon became clear
the things i held dear
were not as important
as they once seemed to be;

but still, God, You spoke --
many thought it a joke --
and, in my false pride,
i inclined to agree.

You directed the current,
i was drenched in the torrent
of what was intended
as soul-cleansing love;

but i thought i was drowning,
i resisted the crowning
from Your loving hands
and the help from above.

i'm not much for praying,
not good at displaying
the way You intend me
to live out my life;

i'm caught in the maelstrom,
the everyman hail storm
of facing each day
and the on-coming strife;

and all i can say
is i'm willing to pay
for blowing You off
and refusing to hear --

hard-headed and stubborn
often feeling forlorn,
immersing my psyche
in indulgent tears.

You wait patiently
for my heart to see
what my eyes have always
known all along;

help me, open my mind
to my ears, please be kind --
let me take in the sweet sound
of Your angels' song




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Pendulous Mind

I want to break free
from the bounds of your smothering love
and the conforms of this life

I want to break free
from molding to the path you take
and your presumptions of me

I want to break free
from the facade of demureness
and sprint for insolent gratification

I want to break free
from the shackles of our vows
and diffuse into the mists of solitude

I want to break free 
from the cage of this marriage
and plummet from the pedestal you have placed me on

I want to break free
from the norms of the family
and delve into the depths of quiescence

With the four words you said,
Honey, I'm home, 
Your voice drifts into my ears 
jolting me from the slumber of trechery
leading me away from the precipitous cliff
to a serene meadow, our meadow, our home

I laugh at the wild swings of my pendulous mind,
as I uncover the roots of our endearment
Ending my eternal wanderings
forever I am glad to be with you,
Honey, I'm home too!


Details | Rhyme | |

Under the Bed

This little boy had broken the rules and was now in trouble
Hiding he broke one of his Fathers tools, now made it double
But there he hid under the bed and he would not answer at all
And no matter what the family said he would just ignore their call

At anytime he could have come out but he continued to hid
To the truth their was no doubt, in fact he even knew that he lied
But under that bed he laid as they continually called his name
And the reason why he stayed was he was so full of shame

But then Father came into the house and he would soon be found
With all being quit as a mouse only hearing his little heart pound
Room by room he began to look, each time calling out his name
Oh how his little body shook for he didn't want to take the blame

And soon he came to that last door... springing from under that bed
Being unable to hide any more, saying Father remember what you said
That if I would just come to you and tell you, that everything would be okay
The Father said that much is true, but you did not do as such today

Confess your sins to God now, for it is too late when He is opening up the door"


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What Have I Done

Stress level – HIGH as a kite
What have I done?
I lost my lover…I’ve lost my gun…
What have I done?
I lost my family…I drown in my tears of pity
Fears cradle me at night
I’ve called him on the phone finally, 
Although my heart’s quite a-fright
What have I done?
I lost my heart on the fields of avarice
What have I done?
My greed was taking over me..oh come on…
Keep pressing on…
Keep moving on…
Keep moving forward…
Until the break of dawn
Until the arrival of the dawn
Shine on,
My beloved son
Sleep well,
My love, deserting me…are you happy now that I’m gone?
Now that I’m gone, I can enjoy a run…
But, not having the time of my life…
My fear and anxiety weighs a ton,
Buckled up in bondage and proposing to strife 


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 | Blank verse | |

Strip Me

Strip me...
As you do, 
Youre claiming everything that I am
Youre seeing it all
Not just the physical;
The bruises,
The scars,
The imperfections,
(Even though thats just as hard),
But youre seeing what makes me
Who I am;
Youre stripping away layers of hurt
And pain in many areas;
Youre touching raw spots.
As you do this;
Youre stripping me emotionally;
Im letting you inside
By letting you see my body;
Im saying I want you everywhere;
Inside and out;
I want you to soothe 
The unsoothable parts
Im letting you feel me,
Touch me,
Do whatever you want...
Ive never known that kind of intimacy;
On the inside
Im trembling;
Im so afraid 
Youre going to see something
You dont like, 
Or dont want,
And that terrifies me;
The fact that you could hate something about me
And that could be a reason
To leave me...
I feel so insecure 
And I dont like it at all;
For your sake as much as mine.
I want you so badly, 
I want to let you in, 
Cuz I love you so much,
And youre the only person
I would let do this.
But I freeze up sometimes;
I dont know what to say,
I dont know how to feel;
Im just paralyzed with fear
Of rejection.
I hate that I didnt go all the way for you;
I feel like I don’t give you everything I want to;
And it sucks, like I don’t feel good enough 
And that you almost resent that
Im sorry, Baby for not giving it all
But it takes time I guess...
I dont know;
I want so bad to let you 'strip me'
Maybe next time I wont be so scared;
Its not you Im scared of;
Its me;
Whats going on in my head,
That I cant even explain;
Im scared Im not good enough
For you, 
And for myself...
That sounds messed up, 
And again,
I hate that Im scared,
Scared of putting myself out in the open
Completely like that...
It takes more courage than I have;
Maybe I can get that courage from you...
I want to...
I know I can...
I will...


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Megan Image --For My Poetry Muse--

     Megan Image (For My Poetry Muse.)
It makes me cry sometimes
just seeing you or knowing you are near;
or somewhere else that I have never been;
part of the past but never far from here

Deep in blue eyes where there's no end to see,
I lose myself to life's great tragedy,
and you've become my very greatest fear.

Your image in my mind's forever part of me,
and has become the last thing 
                     my mind will ever see,
and has become the last thing 
                     my mind will ever see.


Details | Rhyme | |

Over and Out

Sitting round a big old table
Sat the willing and the able
Another job talk under way
A few more bucks
To work the day
All who sat there
Now were old
Worn out faces
Same stories told
Few looked happy
Most were sad
Their years had passed
Empty and  bad
Couples rarely said a word
Both burned out
They joined this herd
Monthly checks now paid for soup
So husband/wife sat in the group
All were briefed
Another job
But dress your best
Don't be a slob
One day's work 
Why not be happy
Yet deep inside
You still feel crappy
After hours all punch a clock
Then go home as one big flock
Now there was a little cash
No more sifting
Through the trash


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Ribcage - You're Stronger Than You Realize - Chapter 1

Hiding in my solitary cave,
I can’t undo my past mistakes 
I regret it oh so much, but I’ll be brave
And face the penalties for my sins
And my spirit breaks

Abiding in the foggy night,
I can’t see the light in goodbye
I am feeling so upset and shady, but I’ll shine bright 
And embrace the sunlight of freedom,
Giving me a natural high 

Without you, I see my true colors 
In the mirror, I drink in my insecurities
(Whisper: I’m trapped inside your ribcage)
I see who you are in the inside 
Tragedy brews in my blood, there’s no where to hide
No where to hide…
(I’m trapped inside your ribcage)
Don’t blink and bite the bullet
See right through it
See right through it
See right through my pain
(I’m trapped inside your ribcage)
You’ll see my despair – 
The throbbing heart can’t bear
The thought of losing you again
(I’m trapped inside your ribcage)
I’ll remain unapologetic 
Until you rescue me from my demise,
That would be so…epic

Holding on to you for support,
I can’t survive without you by my side
I will lose several times, but I’ll win and escort 
You to the road of eternal life and eternal happiness
You and I will enjoy this bumpy ride

Split apart your ribcage, 
Open up the corridor, and let me come in 
Uneasiness instantly strikes through me 
Let me sway away... 
Let me flutter away... 
Like a butterfly out of its cocoon  
I'm trapped! Let me depart  

You’re stronger than you realize
But, my strength is immeasurable 
I’m a tough guy in disguise 
I will never, ever be instable
Or caught off guard! 
I’m a positive, yet outlandish bard!
Let me go! Departure from me, you sad, sad clouds 
Holding in melancholy, 
Blanketing me with shrouds
Shrouds of despondency 
Let me welcome the sun,
So I can be a light of the world like His son

Split apart your ribcage, 
Unwrap me, let me go! 
Believe me...reflect on me 
Let me sway away...flutter away 
Let us both seek the sun, 
So we can grow together once more


Details | Quatrain | |

WHY must we wash towels if we ONLY use them when we're clean

                  WISE EYES

We all turn and read another page
Through the very eyes of age
Such wisdom behind brown, green or blue
We all read that same page, even me and you

The very eyes of age stare at a face
As we forget each kiss but recall every warming embrace
That face isn’t the one that once hid wanderlust
And now the eyes of age know who and who not to trust

Then to see what we’ve never seen before
And care not to see very much more
For flaccid iis now what used to be a rock
And tightly pulled skin has surrendered to that old grandfather clock

There’s no getting around finding time and youth the same
Until time steals youth and only that damned clock is to blame
You’re just about ready to take your final  bow on life’s stage
As we all begin to see through the very eyes of age
              © 2011.…~ Phreepoetree free cee!~


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Abandonment

At a young age i was abandoned
most of my life i felt like nothing
Asking questions that will never be
answered.

My mind feels disassembled
not knowing what i did to deserve this
and are these growing pains really worth it
was i meant to be or an accident you see,
this just doesn't make sense to me.

Such a young age lost my innocence
trying to feel love, but only getting resistance
and the distance, is so far can't be reached by
train or car.

Did you ever really want me to be dad
how do you even sleep, i bet not bad
well im glad, im not like you
and all the feelings of missing and hurting 
are through, from your abandonment.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Stripped




 ~Stripped~

~~~~~~~†~~~~~~~
 

If you believe this gift you've got

just be dismissed as afterthought,

or simply is a waste of time,

 disclosing thought in metered rhyme ... 

 

 ...then any questions you might ask

will surely take your soul to task,

for everything you write with care

transcends the cosmos — takes you where... 

 

  ...few others vow they'll never go;

now, take my hand, c'mon — let's go!

Let's journey where the gods have basked,

like Nero's bards, our face unmasked. 

 

 We all wear masks to hide the truth;

some sneaky, saddened, sullen sleuth —

strip off your mask — come follow me;

through masks the truth is hard to see. 



Just take my hand, again, I plea,

fly to the stratosphere with me.

Imagination's such a waste,

when what's suppressed has bitter taste.  

 

 The real you shines, if it's allowed;

shake off the pain, dismiss the crowd.

Expression's never commonplace,

lest masks are used to hide your face.
 

~~~~~~~†~~~~~~~


 
	


Details | Free verse | |

Doom is a four letter word just like love.

We were doomed from the start.
I have a bad reputation and a big mouth.
I hid behind an eight ball and fake smile
I masked it with pretty things and insight
Ring around the rosie and we all fall down.

Seeing through the world through the eyes of a newborn.
Digging a grave every night of my life.
I will never have a relevant lover.
I will never have a relevant bride.
And I thought you were stronger then I

Just take the leap come on sweetheart.
Can't I be your comic book villain.
I got a heart as frozen as a rock.
She's got eye's that will light up the sky.
Let the smoke fill up the room.

My immune system is setup for failure
Everything I do is to make me sick


Ignore all the sirens
Ignore all those lights.
Covered in a black bag on the stretcher
But I'm not your problem at all.
We all live to die. -

I thought you had the courage to be my bridge.
I thought you had the courage to be my bride.
With reason we can hide behind a fable.
With treason we can hide behind who's wrong.
And I'm human and we all make mistakes.


Details | Free verse | |

Stolen

Stolen
He used to write to her, doing pen pal letters in his spare time, when not on duty.    She replied back in-between marking her students' work.                                                                                      Nothing special, you understand, it’s good to be friends and have fun.                                       Over a year’s worth of letters sent both ways, something young people do.                      Talking about music and films and their lives.                                                                                     He was Israeli, a soldier and Christian, she was Palestinian, a teacher and Muslim.                                                         A year separated them.                                                                                                        Out of the blue they came and took him from his homeland, to her land, but he wasn’t destined to meet her.                                                                                                      They took his colleagues, too, and killed a lot more.                                                             Her letters went unanswered.                                                                                                 She received one of his sent before all of this.                                                                           His side retaliated as they had to do; after all, they had to be seen as strong by one-and-all.                                                                                                                                Over one month of attacks to free their boys, we’ll show them, no-one will be spared.                                      True to their word, so many died by their firepower, wrecking a country with little done in return.                                                                                                                       He remained a prisoner, her photo hidden in his wallet.                                                           She wrote letter-after-letter, all unanswered.                                                                       She cried at his silence, missed his words and talking.                                                   Why can’t our countries talk instead of having this stupid war?                                            They took my friend and started all of this.                                                                                 If only they would talk and not fight.                                                                                     How stupid they are!                                                                                                            Bring my friend back to his people, I want his letters, to meet him!                                                              We’ve never met due to the border, a line made by politicians.                                             We are not so different, could this be love, stolen by war?


Details | I do not know? | |

To Know

I sit here writing you and i in vision you crying from the pain 
i have written on this page
you thought it was a phase
you thought it would pass 
my pain to you was nothing 
my pain to you was teenage drama, 
but my pain goes deeper that teenage drama
my pain goes deeper than you can imagine
so i sit here writing you hoping, praying, wishing
that you could feel what i feel..
but i know you can't
it's only for me to feel and only for me to know


Details | Bio | |

Letdown

Letdown
So many chances so many near misses, 
like a promising spring suddenly turning wintery
and killing budding plant life.
Or a storm came and blew away all senses  
Turned it into a loathing where success dare not
Intrude like spoiling a dream.
Falling down an ice cavern unable to get up in time 
Not trying hard enough, so the dream can live on 
Failure is the ultimate goal it does not need to be
Repeated


Details | Bio | |

Abortion

Abortion 
When my mother was pregnant 
with me, she was too poor to get
an abortion and it was also against 
the law in those far away days.
My aunt gave her the advice to try skipping
Luckily for me, mother
was not very athletic
and I was born.
Abortion should be legal, as a human right
 but I think
a woman should think long and hard of the world
she stops the unborn from seeing


Details | Tanka | |

Tanka

Tanka 
Wake up at dawn 
Listen to your gentle breathing 
Can’t bear the thought 
That fate should be so cruel 
Let me live after you, 


                                                                                                                                                                                    



Details | Free verse | |

Mental victoms part I

Arthur was 16 when he entered the system
i could never ask him why
he was too old when i met him
he was on soo many pills
and not very pleasant to talk to
he heard voices
he would sometimes get up and punch someone
but who knows if they deserved it 
or not
after being in a mental institute
from the age of 16 until the day you die
wouldn't you go crazy

the first real guinea pig
i met him
i never cried for him and his pain
but he always wanted to check my shave,
perhaps a victim from some sick war crime
I'll never know

Graham is not from our country
and I've written amnesty international concerning his welfare
they say its not any of their concern
as he wears shackles and chains on a daily basis
and goes to the bathroom in a diaper and eats cold food like sandwiches
because he hits people
mainly his doctor who lies to him
in my opinion
just like the doctor lied to my dad about me trying to bite him,
but i have no proof
just lucky I'm not in chains 
going to the bathroom in a diaper
I know he committed a crime but two years locked in one room
alone with a window curtain opening and closing to spy on you
is enough psychological insanity to inspire mania if you ask me

Andrew was a crack head
and held up some convenience stores for some money
so he could get drugs
now hes been in the funny farm for like twelve years
still trying to get a hold of his next hit
watching his youth disappear
watching his life fade away
jumping through the hoops of a system that holds your freedom above you
that may or may not ever grant it
Andrew ran away
gave it all he got
saw people chained to the wall
people dieing there from the age of 16 for ridiculous crud
and knew they were toying with him
so he ran away
now he on a unit where god only knows 
what mind hell they're putting him through
what rainbows hes swallowing down

Shelley was the meanest woman i had ever met
but it was always worth seeing her smile
don't know haven't figured out if the drugs really helped her
but she was in that place since she was seventeen
and died in a group home from some sickness 
they claim wasn't related to her meds
I'm no fool, the stuff they pump us full of is deadly and toxic
i never made it to Shelly's funeral to see her murderers 
there crying fake tears
for someone they would never really miss