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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


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Wayward Child

Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft.

Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left:
beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide;
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft.
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside.

Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide,
we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief.

We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief,
ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.




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A Single Soul Cries Out

A Single Soul Cries Out

Across this barren lake my ghost did sail
 lost and heading straight into another hell
Behind, remnants of a dark and wayward past
 treasures stored that shall never last

Sunny skies ever looking down upon me
 joined by those memories soul sought to flee
No wind to send my ghost sailing right along
 on the shore images of a faceless throng

So far ahead a welcoming sandy white beach
 forever racing farther and farther from my reach
No deeds to perform to gain my deep reprieve
 only memories of those I so easily did deceive

Within this lonely lake a single Soul cries out
forgive me , forgive me  , in a wailing shout!

Robert Lindley

note: Once a man raced about all alone, 
stumbled upon a rolling stone,
fell into a headlong dismay,
gathered the courage to just pray,

Words that did by faith then atone,
soon the condemnation was forever gone..


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Her Masterpiece Is Her Story

Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That this girl will fall
into an eternal sleep.

She doesn't remember how she started
What brought her interest to this,
How do you discover,
that cutting is your form of bliss?

No one would have guessed that she does it.
No one would have considered this one.
This girl is forever fighting a battle,
that she thinks the demons have won.

Her artwork is all over her,
Her beauty is on her thighs,
and if you look in her old trash,
you'll find her letters of goodbye.

Her masterpiece is quite disturbing,
Her masterpiece is a little gory,
Her artwork is her escape.
Let me tell you her story.

She compares herself to every person,
She is compared to each girl.
She thinks she's hideous,
And there's this boy that is her world.

She was bullied and picked on,
She was teased from head to toe,
Hard to believe that her best friend,
was her one and only foe.

Then later she disliked every little thing,
Her body, face and even her mind,
Soon she saw she was a failure,
and it was just in due time...

That this girl couldn't take it anymore
She'd decided she was done living this,
So one day she went home
and decided to end it.

Everyday for multiple days,
This girl would try to drown,
Hard to believe this girl at school,
never ever wore a frown.

Sometimes she'd just fall asleep crying,
Praying that she'd be enough,
Because she didn't want to leave her family.
She knew about their sweet love.

This girl found hope in small things eventually,
She soon would see this beautiful light,
and find a REAL best friend,
that helped her put up a fight.

Her masterpiece soon was leaving,
Her artwork was almost faded,
and it gave her a sick feeling,
the feeling of being jaded.

She found a boy that actually loved her,
And showed her love exists,
And this boy too had a masterpiece,
placed close to his wrists.

He related to her and she related to him.
She kissed his artwork and said he's not alone,
When she cut herself it hurt him,
Her masterpiece now wasn't just her own.

Her masterpiece effected others,
Her artwork wasn't just for herself,
She now had people, 
who saw her cries for help.

And then her family found out,
So then they saw the art too,
to them they were just scars,
To her they were the truth.

She's trying to be okay now,
She thinks she might survive,
Even though they didn't think
to take away the knives.


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THE MIST OF WAR

I got your sweet perfumed letter
So good to hear you're missing me
Trace your words with my finger
Your note is such Heaven to me

Bombs bursting in the background
There's ash on all the leaves of trees
So many cry out in desperation 
The mist of war is such Hell to me

Your lip print on my war letter
Girl, you know it's still a perfect fit
When I read you're home waiting
I find the courage to never quit

I see you've been busy with ribbons
One on Oak for everyday I've been gone
And my heart melts a thousand times
When I read your romantic song

Now it says right here, "to get home"
I guess you're giving orders now
Oh, we could use you in this Army
When my buddies saw ya they'd say "WOW!"

Your letter ends with smudged lines
Misty tears must have rained down
But I know every thought your thinking
Even from this miserable battleground

Girl, I'm going to follow your orders
I'll fight and return safely home
Until then how about another war letter
When they are in my pockets..
I'm never alone

Your perfumed letters are in my pockets
Here with me, I'm never alone
In the mist of war.. I'm never alone!

*The poem is the husband-warrior's thoughts as he reads and experiences the 
letter in the mist of war.  "Oak" is what they call their big oak 
tree in the front yard.  

Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest: Sketch A Character



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Sins and Virtues Chapter Two

Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps 
over 
her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" 
said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".  
Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the 
Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride 
motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to 
take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this party 
started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in 
the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love as they 
stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the 
question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the 
rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.  Beep, beep, beep "Well this is a perfect time for my 
communicator to beep" breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.  
"Hello Faith how are you?"  "I'm fine Love and how are you?"  "I'm ready to start this new era in my 
life".  "I'm looking over your wedding file.  Are there any last minute changes you want to make?"  
"No Faith everything's perfect".  "I'm outside of your house waiting on you Love.  Let's get going".  
"I'll be right down.  I have to go Loyalty".  Grabbing Love by the waist and pulling her close Loyalty 
whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"  "I've wanted you when I first saw you.  
Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me". 
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher


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Rescued From Death's Bed

Rescued From Death's Bed


The angel touched her heart then
turned her away from mortal men
Setting her course to sleep alone
in a cavern where no light shown

Yet she travelled in nightly dreams
to shining lands with epic streams
Upon which hardy men sailed away
making fortunes wherever they may

Lonely travellers so far from home
missing love as they set to roam
Dreams of beautiful vixens at night
saw her appear glowing in her light

First she could see but not speak
a silent image their heart did seek
As the sad years flew swiftly by
her words appeared telling men why

Her punishment was for her misdeed
an unfaithful lover she cut to bleed
Watch him bleed life into the dust
never again was she to ever trust

Avenging angel sent to punish then
keep her away from all mortal men
For her beauty could sway any heart
to find her a map drawn on a chart

Hundreds tried but nobody did win
free her from the cavern of her sin
As her broken heart started to fall
she heard a brave sea captain call

Map he had memorized just to find
the image that appeared in his mind
Into the dark lost lake he did sail
his love swore that he'd never fail

Moon was full bright when he arrived
to elude her guards he had contrived
Plan to lure her terrible guards away
rescue her before the break of day

Her guards were two dragons fierce
with scales no weapon could pierce
Captain would flash powder to blind
their eyes as in he went in to find

All went just as was his bold plan
out the cavern he and his love ran
Soon two lovers were aboard his ship
dragon guards they managed to slip

Sun rose, she saw a dead lover's face 
back to death his soul had to race
For the captain was her victim bled
freed her from his dark death's bed!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-17-2014


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Night Angel

They needed help
Walking alone in the dark.
The man.
The child.
A broken down car.
The child frightened,
But not understanding
The terror
That would soon
Come her way.
Her parents petrified
That their baby was gone,
Agonizing
Over forbidden images
That crowded their way
Past ice cream sundays
And birthday parties
And wedding days.
A passer-by.
A doer of good deeds.
He stops.
He sees.
He looks into
the little girl's eyes.
Bravely
The girl speaks,
"This is not my dad"
And the coward
who took her,
He runs.
He hides.
The passer-by,
Believing he saved
A child
From a long, cold walk,
In reality
Saved a child
From a long, cold death.


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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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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


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Sea of forgotten dreams

Cold and dark, the eyes of the depths
glaring at the stars above.
Few dare descend the steps
which reach down to oblivion’s cove.
Heavy, the desire for truth,
like the chains dragging my body further down
unto fate unknown.

Beyond recompense, lies the ruin
sunken to forbidden ground,
now home only to the strangest of creations
and catacomb to the drowned slaves of history.
Will all memories be as this one day?
Ghosts that haunt the corpses of humanity’s ambition?

Black are the bells that once chimed to announce omen.
Buried are the thoughts that walked my mind.
Broken are the tables where ideas once feasted.
Bound are the hopes, eaten by preying sharks of doubt.

Weighing down, the garments choke the breath of life.
There, where insanity was sane, beneath facade’s streams
lies truth, in the sea of forgotten dreams.


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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


Details | Etheree | |

QUEEN and KING

QUEEN


Queen
Wealthy
Knights delight
Off with the head
Public appearance 
Ruler of her domain
Kingdom all in love with her
Joker enjoyment of her day
Crown comes with hope, more than expected
King is nothing with out her by his side


KING

King
Foolish
Crown from birth
Battle with in
Gravel at his feet
Castle guarded armor 
Feast prepared just for a king
Lovely mistress among peasant 
Medieval time war brought down the peace
Queen rules kingdom, when horse returns alone




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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


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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


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You Will Feel

be mindful
human rights are human ways
that lead down

be careful
the words above always remain
wear no crown

trap the sin
destroy the lie of conceit
look within

don't consume all that you see
you will feel
wrong like fire


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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


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Where The Grass Is Turning Brown In Spots I Buried My Memories

List of things to do before

I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
^
There’s one
 Wild flower
And
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
^
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
^
To
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
^
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
or
Keep the enemy out
^
I want to be happier 
Than I‘ve ever been
To
Fall in love again
^
I buried
 Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees


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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


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Fade to Black

FADE TO BLACK

My life it seems has had its share
of shining moments, recalled with
fondness when some achievement
let me stand awhile inside the light.

But when the bulb more faintly burned,
and shadows ruled the day instead.
Then it was that I have seen the rabid horde
rush to steal the fading rays and claim
that it was they who once before had
kindled the amazing spark and
more than once obtained the praise.

And so my trophies gather dust
and tarnish high upon my victory shelf— 
wilted blooms of a forget-me-not life,
which no one seems to remember.


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Between Happiness And Sadness

Between happiness and sadness
 —silence; an angel prays:

I kiss the loneliness of old people, 
their temples like handfuls of winter; 
their hearts
are used baggage, 
waiting; 
memories speak to them, 
they smile and
tell me stories from their youth 
—sadness falls; 
silence passes unspoken
—they remember the dead. 

I kiss the loneliness from their temples
and sadness lifts from their mouths.

———————————————————————
From my first book: 'In Forbidden Language'

©dah / Stillpoint Books 2010
all rights reserved

Search Amazon Books: "in forbidden language/dah"


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Madison

She's broken.
She just wanted her thoughts to be spoken.
For her words to mean something,
For her words to be affecting.

But she feels worthless.
Her dream was to become an actress,
to inspire others ti achieve their dreams,
but she had fallen in the streams.

She lost all of her hope,
having no way to cope. 
She wakes up every morning,
ready to start acting. 

She puts on her mask,
hoping for someone to ask,
hoping for someone to realize
how long this has been going on, and apologize.

Yet no one seems to care,
she feels like she shouldn't be there.
Since no one seems to notice her,
that is what she has inferred.

But then someone spoke up,
noticed how she was lost like a pup.
So they decided to help,
she first yelped.

For she never knew how to accept,
she only knew she wept.
Later, she saw light,
and shone bright.

She finally saw that she was someone,
not a no one,
but she meant something.
She was finally acknowledging

Her true beauty,
she found her true duty,
to help others,
and make things better.


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CAPTCHA's Cruelty

HELP

The CAPTCHA took me by surprise tonight
Letters became ghouls in my mind’s eye
I listed them—
Noted them; words...begging, crying out for me

STAY

CAPTCHA was merely mocked
By millions of viewers on keyboards
I imagined all—
Tears began to fall

LOST

How may I help you, CAPTCHA?
Are you merely what they say?
Is there more—
Tell me, I pray

AAND

You bewilder my senses with your emptiness
The computer became my way to you
But all I could do—
Was imitate

CRYY 

I began to imagine someone stuck in CAPTCHA
A place where they harbored the weak
They took what they pleased—
Allowed them to speak

NNOW

Today it was happening and evermore
There was a reason I came to know
And now—
I want to know more

FOLL

I swallowed air and typed in the words
Feeling worthless and absurd
I began to believe—
There was more to this irrational dream

XOW3

The screen went black and then I was sure
I couldn’t doubt it anymore
The CAPTCHA wanted me—
The letters suddenly blurred and unseen

CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Let them go
CAPTCHA 
CAPTCHA
Full of woe
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Take me now
CAPTCHA 
CAPTCHA
Tell me how to
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Set them free
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Knowing is free

Knowing is free

MMEE

For years I have copied your codes
Knowing you are there
Me—it’s me
Crying in the dark pit of despair

AAND

Though empty your words are to me
They are all I hear
All I fear—
In four letters on this electric trap

XXBX

What am I to do?
To follow would weary my soul
To save—
Would take its toll

FREE

What is this foreign word my dear?
Oh, how can you cut and paste it in my mind so clear?
Free—and then? 
Close your eyes and count to ten

The victims of the CAPTCHA remain a mystery to us all
Yet still we stare at the codes and merely imitate them
We are zombies staring our lives away
Trapped in CAPTCHA’s claws
Sad, deprived. . .
CAPTURED

I speak your language to stop this cruelty:

THEE 2TRUE TH78 IS9X BEF4 HOUR VERY EYES

Though we choose not to see
We choose not to fight
We choose only to IMITATE
We merely copy and paste

CRYY
CRYY
CRYY

GOOD
BAYE
BAYE
BAYE 







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 | |

Misleading

All I see in a superficial world,
Are  fake grins,  
Snotty comment, 
Catty remarks,
I'm silent in the wings,
Hidden, 
Seen only by my fellow shadows. 
But we who are the silent, 
We see the knives in the backs, 
The disgustingly sweet smiles that mask malevolent intent.
I can see through the fake silence
To the inner cacophony. 
Real silence is lost to the petty,
Who have small minds for all they talk about are others. 
Not one of us dares to step in and wipe off the face that they wear
But I am tired 
I hate to see the ignorant people 
Who pretend to know everything,
But I feel the need to tell them that what resides in their heads is nothing but fluff.
I pity this misguided youth, 
Who are taught that they are never good enough. 
So I step out of the shadows, 
And wipe away the paint.


Details | Free verse | |

Come Out

Now in the shadows a figure hides
Unmerciful rain collapses on my rooftops
The mind struggles to recollect lost senses
You take me on a victorious voyage to the Island of Paradise
Riding the waves of my intuition, I call for it
“Bring us the light at the end of the tunnel,”
I holler in the shade with Niagara Falls of hope
I hear you call to me gently in the dead of night
Why hide in the dust in the shame of frivolous defeat?
We graze in fields of forever gracious flowers as we lock hands
Don’t you worry—my patience is instilled in the dark
You elevate me higher than the clouds drifting wistfully
I trace your outline as my eyes acquaint with mystery
We have a slippery escape—a ride on a dolphin’s back
Staring…filled by the watery cadence
We sing merrily as we approach the trail of vitality
Trampled that you cannot accept my trust
The waves of the ocean bubbles us up with rare grace
I trace a detailed picture of you in the air
We ran faster than the breeze, rapidly brewing
I sketch in your panic eyes, furrowed gaze—and sigh
Give us words of wisdom to uplift our troubled souls
Not a cringe of movement, yet still I wait to create
We have to leap into the ring of fire—but how?
Imagination brought us together—now shadow, come out!
Let us be brave like the lion in the prairie…send us strength

Collaboration by Laura and David Breidenthal
*note: We wrote line after line without seeing the others' lines, and it actually came out quite nicely I think. : ) * 
April 28, 2014


Details | Narrative | |

Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Details | Ode | |

First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????


Details | Ode | |

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Shadow

You are the sibling of Darkness
Only representing all friendliness
but you're mistaken too much
You surround me with a clutch
You hide from liberation
But you somehow form your recreation
You extinguish my fear
and make things very, very clear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Michelle

You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Tug


The fog reminded him the winter's edge
how faster can the nightly riding be?
he felt the overthrow and painful sledge,
- the asphalt hit the rider departee.

The roar was heard amid the falling snow
the bike capsized - and hard he fell to slug,
across the never reached horizons' glow,
received her bridal kiss and asphalt's tug.

He danced with her beneath the nimbus cloud
- enjoining the magnificence of waltz;
bestowed, denoted valor, fore avowed,
ambrosial her remembrance was, and false.

Beforetime she became his fate in mists,
perceived their airy dance, surpassed treetops
lithe daughter of woods' emptiness, not kissed
on fares unvisited, where searching stops.

Inside the nimbus celebrating Halls
Collegiate was the feast's inviting dance,
trajectory redemptive, death-ride tolls,
- was thoughtful and cognizable her glance.

So standing tall 'mid honors and dusk shades,
recalled the margins that he raced upon,
three hundred for Persephone of Hades
to be his wed on skyline's denouement.

The bullocky V-engine echoes thence
and crowns the basalt rocks atop the brae
when riders pass and fog is hazy-dense
upon his street-bike-fighter see him sway.

© 09-04-2013, George Venetopoulos
(Iambic pentameter)


Details | Elegy | |

Raindrops and Teardrops


Details | Narrative | |

Crazy

My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed


Details | Imagism | |

ADRIFT

ADRIFT
-----------
Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones

Colliding crests of clear 
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it 
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors

Lingering lured beneath 
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap 

Embarked on his quests 
To cults of creatures as featured 
Foreshadowed and seen 
In rippling revelation

The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse

Concocted clamantly by 
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled 
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors

Mellow sweet melodies 
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame

Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape

How brilliantly a defunct figure 
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel 
Adrift its ocean's reticence

~Poetra Jah~


Details | Pantoum | |

OVER THE TRANQUIL PLACE WHERE LOVE SUDDENLY GREW

Over the tranquil place where love suddenly grew,
night carved the tender image of two souls breathing together,
to delight themselves until the sky turned dark blue;
we watched the stars come much closer and get brighter.


Night carved the tender image of two souls breathing together,
and it united them with deep passion and a solemn promise;
we watched the stars come much closer and get brighter,
we pondered the new mystery...so distant was the sunrise.


And it united them with deep passion and a solemn promise
as a memory which can't be easily erased or even forgotten,
we pondered the new mystery...so distant was the sunrise;
in awe we stood, while we could no longer see the horizon.


As a memory that can't be easily erased or even forgotten,
our minds remembered the tenderness of each hug and kiss;
in awe we stood, while we could no longer see the horizon...
the nightingales came to listen and learn words of sweetness.  


Our minds remembered the tenderness of each hug and kiss,
to delight themselves until the sky turned dark blue;
the nightingales came to listen and learn words of sweetness...
over the tranquil place where love suddenly grew.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,


Details | Rhyme | |

Speech of Tears

Speech of Tears – Zamreen Zarook

Drops of tears from our purl conveys a lot,
Each an every shedding has a ballot,
By identifying the core, our hands should allot,
Because, some might be extremely as shallot.

Chipper and blissfulness gives you cool tears,
Whereas in console and divesting flow hot tears,
Fear and pains give drains of tears,
Nothing that can be patch with dollars.

Some deliveries are automatic,
While some productions are acoustic,
Another drain says I am really bombastic,
Tears are at last solely cubistic.

They convey the emotions,
People go in search for solutions,
They become happy when they are with the precautions,
Reactions again as the tears, it’s the real abbreviation.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

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


Details | ABC | |

Beast



Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Relf


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Turnaround






We have come to the juncture
   They are at the turnaround
                Hey, 
They are headed for Heaven
       Yet, the others'
    Are heaven bound
        With no distention
    They are lost to be found
    They are looking for Eternal
          Edification, which can only
Be found through the trust of God
              - And -
      To thy God, Ye' must
     Submit or become like
           The others'
  Amidst' the bottomless pit



Gary Fields
Poet/Author


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Hunger

With the Nepotism in my planet, essentially in my land, life compels
And factual morals are forgotten. Ancestors way of living are forbidden
By the rules we live in today.
What’s happening in our society?
Flash is made to capture, to imprison,
Not to poison and abolish every tale we ever had.

I sense discomfort when I glimpse defiance of young in open, forgive me but i
Feel pain when I see the future walking in distress; giving their lives in return for a good life.  
Give them credit, but our lives were much easier before.

Simplicity is no supplementary.
But not everyone who’s involved wants to,
Pleasure is the case, dissatisfaction is the face, eish did I say it’s the pace?

Wait a minute
Facing my demons with abstemious eyes, doesn't add up, I need a fluid to go through 
The night, where’s my pint to nip the tank of my thanks.
I’m jaded, guzzle, gulp facilitate
 Slurp!
It kills me to be unable to maintain my being,
Without sentiment awkwardness,
But little voices say…  
‘Just be intoxicated, without any guiltiness’. 

My hero dies in vein, my mother stress in pain, and my friends suffer in shame,
I didn't do it, but the hunger for more led me to desire more.
Everyone’s scrip end is thrilled, but in one way or another, 
there is a season for everything.
Life goes on, I’m a young woman. I’m different, I’m a lion and 
I’m in control.

I may not be the most courageous, boldest, and smartest,
But god gave me a voice and a pen,
I refuse to be the statistic, the common, and the everyday indict,
I refuse to be them, they, us, and we, I choose to be “I” alone. 
I am a woman, a lion,
This is not the time to point fingers, 
This is the time to raise my left arm and say I am a woman,
 stray the shy of my spry.

Heroes always live, but
Hero die in this one, because this is war.


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



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!


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Half Alive

I woke up inside a whiskey bottle 
Not sure if I drowned in booze or lost hopes
In the dawn I rose from the darkness of hell
Another chance, another dead end

The devil tempts me with my sins
Tells me always I can win
If only I fall back into the arms
Of the mistress of past sins

I stared
Into the mirror of hope
What I saw
Was hopeless

So I fell back asunder in a bottle
Not sure if I drowned in sorrow
Woke up on a road to nowhere
Walked back to half a life

My smiles are all the wrapping
For a package of withered sorrows
Scared by cruel winds over the passing of years
Torn right through the heart

One more time
I walk into the past
Hoping to see some sign
Could my path be other than divined?

The eyes in the dark seek me out
They see the cold inside my heart
Half lies live within
The haunted house of my soul


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Don't Leave Me

I can't imagine being alive without you
I can't imagine what it will be like when your gone
I don't know what I'll become without you
Maybe I'll just run
Run away from everything and leave everyone behind
Maybe I'll find a way to be close to you
Because I won't believe you died 
My heart will ache so much more 
Tears will always run
My eyes will hold the wisdom 
That you bestowed upon me young
And my recklessness will be noticeable
People will wonder why
Why am I running when the person I needed most died
How can I face my life when I can't do anything right
I won't believe you have gone away
When God decides to take you
I'll still come by your house and always expect an answer
I Love You Gamma
You Taught Me About My Heritage  
Please Remember Me When God Takes You
Please Guide Me In the Right Way


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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! 



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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…


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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 | Sestina | |

cursed to exhale

If i could exhale, really exhale,
To expire the rubble of the ages, 
1000 years of dread off my belly,
and my fingertips once so dainty
then could grasp stars and not burn,
 I dig my face into the dirt and find eternity.

i gazed into the jackals eyes and he spoke to me from eternity
he said "follow closely so that i might teach you to exhale
and maybe dear in return a smile upon your face will burn"
an expression lost on my brittle jaw for ages
so i walk upon the crust of the earth now bruised and dainty
yet i feel growth between my toes and swelling in my belly

woe does bewilderment plague me here, tearing up my belly
then a soft green garden snake cradles me into eternity,
i watch her curl and dance across the soil of this dainty
room, she looks back from her slither reminding me to exhale,
have i been lost for all these ages?
or have i simply been afraid to burn?

and thus so is it my place to burn?
for i feel welcomed and smooth yet i have poison in my belly
and tomorrow i will remember the pain of the ages
may i retain the knowledge of eternity
or become bodily again when i exhale?
or have no question that my thoughts and ideas are dainty

i have visions of my presence siting crossed and dainty
breathing barley and quiet as i burn
surrounded by a castle of tones that bring me to exhale
into the mouth of god and back into my belly
i feel my self escaping and gasping for eternity
coming back down to the end of my ages

i could sit and cry for the death of the ages 
but this life i despise growing and rooting, dainty
yes, paltry no, and tattering for the rest of my eternity
yet i recall the jackal and his feet where the earth does burn
and i miss the poison in my belly
it not escapes me, but it crusades me to exhale.

before and after the ages, the world will burn and my body will lie dainty 
on the ground filling her great belly with the poison of eternity cursed to exhale.


Details | Narrative | |

My Hidden Fear

People are my weakness and hidden fear
I just feel that some words they say set me in tear
For example I gave a person a smile one day and they gave me a glare
I did not know that smiling in the world today cause people to stare
These types of stare gave me chills down my spine a feeling that made me blind
Why? why is my weakness the people who are very unkind
Hiding is all I can do when people give me a unkind view
I get to a point that my fear seems to wonder and stew
People are who they are and what should I even do
I don't understand that they are evil and some times nice too
My hidden fear are people just because they are always around
That is no argument and my feeling are perfectly sound
The hate builds up in my mind, but does not bother, how my heart feel
I learned to undergo a change that my feelings become like steel
Hard as it should be in situations needed I forget how to use it
So it becomes my weapon and it is to some people heartless just a bit
My hidden fear is what I see in people today
They harm others and they think it is okay
That is why I fear my feelings for others at times because it is so confusing
My hidden fear is some what bad and some what a blessing


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 | Pantoum | |

The End

It all ended there,
Inside the deepest, darkest valley in my heart
Where sorrow found me, and pain adopted me
Where anger consumed me, and hatred filled my veins

Inside the deepest, darkest valley in my heart
A place no one dared dream of,
Where anger consumed me, and hatred filled my veins
Where every ray of hope was eaten by agony

A place no one dared dream of,
Deep, dark, and silent
Where every ray of hope was eaten by agony
Everything drenched by depression

Deep, dark, and silent
Panic-stricken, soul demented
Everything drenched by depression
Endless suffocation of paranoia 

Panic-stricken, soul demented
Where sorrow found me, and pain adopted me
Endless suffocation of paranoia
It all ended there,


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The unexpected


The man in the dark mask turns his head 
To face the crowd with evil eyes,
The crowd cry out with screams of dread
But he carries on amidst their cries

As he emits a booming laugh,
Which seems to echo, through the night,
He carries on his reign of wrath,
And slaughters everyone in sight
 
But one small, frail, child
Decides the masked man will be beat
And runs though crowds with bodies piled
And kneels down at the masked mans feet

The rogue looks down with chilling eyes
Upon the small child on the floor
And as he wields his knife to strike
Lets out a sudden painful roar
 
Beneath his legs the child had crawled
And stabbed his spine with one small knife
And when the brutal man did fall
His throat was slit to end his life.


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The Running Man

Leg over leg
I watch
Oh once great majestic man
Stuffed with life and vigor
Stood atop the world
Champion
Once conqueror of mountains
Now crushed by pleasure
Turned animal of desire 
Now the running re-claimer
Of past honors

Leg over leg
I watch
One step at a time
His lungs smashing against his insides,
As they fight for air,
Against a nicotine choke hold

Leg over leg
I watch
His feet
They burn,
Sprinting through a Savannah of flames
The weight of his past gluttony slows him down
And chains of sweets
Bind him to a mountain of food;
An animal
 Hungry for progress

Leg over leg
I watch
A hurricane of alcoholic despair swells above him
As a downpour of liquor whips his beast of a body
And all that he has drank
 Tries to wash him away

Leg over leg
I watch
His vision blurs,
The distant mountains and clouds begin to swirl,
The road ahead bends and buckles, 
His legs vanish beneath him
And he greets the floor with open arms

I watch
His heart rages
Trapped in a cage
The animal pushes and pulls aggressively
Painfully biting against his chest 
Until it finally becomes quiet
Still
Strangled by the smoke, grease and alcohol
Silencing all who witnessed their reign of terror
His body unmoving
Just inches from the finish line
Still
I watch 


Details | Free verse | |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


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The Real Me

I want to show you the real me,
Not just what you think you see,
I like to dress in black, not pink,
My dark poems will make you think,
I can't always be happy like you,
For I am sad, and often blue,
My soul was dying to break free,
To be the person I wanted to be,
I have hid my true self for many years,
While deep inside, crying many tears,
But, now I am showing the real me,
And you are just starting to see,
I'm emerging in the dark poetry I write,
The difference is like day and night.


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Never Fight Alone

I got mad. Didn't know how to use my energy. So I made this song on the piano. I want to sing it with my brother when he's better. I hope he does get better soon. 
Dedicated to David. Just been so angry lately. And so sad. . .

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Verse I: (David) I was alone What can I say? I was lost Couldn't pray I was trapped In their games I regret it Everyday Verse II: (Laura) I was jaded By my sin Never sweated Anything Couldn't sleep Couldn't dream I was scared Of everything Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Verse IV: (David) I'm losing faith Can't find the way Can't erase The things I say I see the world Instant pain! If I'm anything I'm insane Verse V: (Laura) Don't talk that way! Just look at me! You are stronger Then I'll ever be! I pulled you in I pushed you free I was foolish Please come back to me Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand We'll never fight alone Never Fight Alone


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Cigarettes

The first time i picked up a cigarette I told you and you fought me 
because you said they were wrong,
After that i steered clear of them afraid of what would happen if i touched 
them again, afraid of what rage you would put over me.

You were right though they were wrong, but you were worse,
You took over many lands that i owned and stripped me clean of freedom,
you tried taking the one good thing i had that made me feel innocent,
you held me down and took the covering off my body and whispered “trust 
me”,
I stopped you before you went too far and you looked through me angrily,
angry that i didn’t let you, angry that you didn’t get what you wanted.

You tried over and over to get it,
and i fought every time to never let you get it,
You put me through mental hell and physical pain and hate,
after the constant rage and abuse i finally tried leaving,
you grabbed my wrists staring through me with pits from hell for eyes, and 
you followed me home. 
You stalked me and made me hate myself even more,
you blamed me for your mistakes, for everything you did
you left demons under my skin, 
i can’t look in a mirror anymore without seeing “worthless” written on my 
forehead.

The demons live in my head now and they’re never leaving,
they are stuck there, drowning me from the inside out.
I smoke cigarettes and drink a lot now too,
hoping if you ever came back you would not come near me since cigarettes are 
wrong.


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Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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A Tempting Fate

(Inspired by the humorous short story, "Angel Of The Odd", by Edgar Allan Poe.)



This young man had just been visiting his mother,
His wife disapproved of spending his time with another,
He grabbed his coat and hat, but not an umbrella,
For, he was quite an unwise and careless fella.

The rain began to pour with thunder and lightning,
This foolish man did not find it a bit frightening,
He was looking forward to a warm hug and a kiss,
Although, it was her cooking that he really did miss.

He quickly jumped over puddles and leapt the gate,
But, little did he know, that he was tempting fate,
He knocked and pounded his fist on the front door,
The house remained dark, though it never was before.

Now, all that he needed to do was simply unlock it,
But, he found the key was no longer in his pocket,
He picked up a rock and shattered the window pane,
It didn't matter to him, if he disturbed their entire lane.

He cooked and ate his dinner, now he wanted dessert,
In his mind he thought, what could one more bite hurt?,
The young man could not silence the feeling to crave,
Yet, that is what would put him right into the grave.

His wife's specialty was a heavenly, angel food cake,
And, into this one, a secret ingredient, she did bake,
A drop of deadly poison to keep her husband at home,
For, she never liked the idea of being left all alone.

He was very much in love with this pretty, young baker,
Yet, she had planned a date with the local undertaker,
Her selfish plans to tempt him, had worked all too well,
His new home, six feet under, is now where he would dwell.




Written February, 27th, 2014  For Craig Cornish's contest - "Angel Of The Odd"


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 | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Bezizkhodnost

A moment of silence
Becomes eternity
The emptiness is deafening
My eyes have lost all color
For grey skies is all I see

Her touch ignited me
Her voice was my comfort
When she laughed, my soul did dance
When she cried, I drowned in her embrace
Grey skies is all I see

She is a memory from long ago
Like magic, she seeps into my soul
And then the night turns to dawn
The emptiness is here to stay
For grey skies is all I see

The leaves fall off the trees
Like love has felled me to the knees
And as I crawl through life’s torments
I know all was lost, all passions spent
Grey skies is all I see


Translation

Bezizkhodnost


Mig molchaniya
Prevraschaetsya v vechnost'
Pustota oglushaet
Moi glaza ne razlichayut tsveta
Ya vizhu lish' seroe nebo
Ee prikosnovenie vosplamenyalo menya
Ee golos byl mne uspokoeniem
Kogda ona smeyalas', tancevala moya dusha
Kogda ona plakala, ya tonul v ee objatiyah
Ya vizhu lish' seroe nebo
Ona - vospominanie iz dalekogo proshlogo
Podobno volshebstvu, ona prosachivaetsya mne v dushu
A zatem noch' smenyaetsya rassvetom
Pustota otstaetsya so mnoy
Ved' ya vizhu lish' seroe nebo
Opadayut listia s dereviev
Podobno lubvi, chto postavila menya na koleni
I ya propolzayu skvoz' muki zhizni
Ya znayu, vse poteryano, vsya strast' rastrachena
Ya vizhu lish' seroe nebo


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 | Rhyme | |

Little Black Box

Little Black Box
Where You lie Sleeping
Little Black Box
Your Secrets Keeping
You'll Never Talk
In That Little Black Box

UnMarked Grave
Where You Are Wasting
UnMarked Grave
In Soil Basting 
Just another Knave
In An Unmarked Grave

Barren womb
Just Like A tomb
Barren Womb
Life exhumed 
We're all Doomed
In A Barren Womb


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 | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | ABC | |

Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence





Details | Ballad | |

Some Of Us

Some of us get it, some of us don't.
Many of us start the work some of us won't.
Different rooms with unfamiliar faces
Similar stories from a myriad of places.

"Keep it simple, take it easy". That's what I hear.
Truly a blessing not to cower in fear.
Trying to be silent, absorb what is said
To leave the group hopeful, not filled with dread.

Thoughts of my brother now four years dead.
Still feeling pain over angry words said.
Knowing with his God he is at peace.
Asking of my God for some sense of release.

Struggled along the way to six months earned.
Know how to stir up hornets nests, that I've learned.
Hearing the wisdom of all the aged codgers,
Grumpy old men thinking they're Mr. Rogers.

Making amends to those I had harmed,
Most understood, while others not charmed.
My path is clear, of that I'm certain.
Others decide to raise their own curtain.

Failure of others is painful to see.
Not watching my ass, that could be me.
The beast is a menace, indifferent to all.
Some of us rise, too many of us fall.


Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


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 | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

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

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

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


Details | 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 | Rhyme | |

Smilin' Jack

I know a little dog.
His name is Smilin’ Jack.
He is white all over,
But his right eye… it is black.

For sure, he’s not a big dog;
But much more than a mite.
He’s very sweet; but, for a friend,
He won’t hesitate to stand and fight.

And you should see him in the park
Where all the children play…
So much love for one pup to give
Each and every day.

He has such a personality,
Like no dog I’ve ever known;
But I’ve not seen him for several days,
And I’m afraid he’s gone.

Smilin’ Jack, he has no master;
Tho’ I count him my best friend.
I’m so concerned he may have met
His untimely end.

So, I walk the streets and call,
“Smilin’ Jack, where can you be?
I need to see your happy face
Smilin’ back at me”.

I turn and look at every bark.
I’m alert to every cry.
The thought of losin’ Smilin’ Jack
Brings tears to my eyes.

Oh, my lonely heart is heavy.
It’s rainin’ now, the sky is black.
I’m hopin’ that he’ll be alright
And prayin’ he’ll come back.

As I trudge the squeaky stairs
Up to my lonely flat,
I hear a bit of sympathy 
In the meows of my neighbor’s cat.

My door is shadowed by my gloom, 
But there stands Smilin’ Jack.
He's wet and cold and now I'm cryin’.
My best friend has come back.


Details | Free verse | |

Armadillo II -- The Requiem

It was dark and dreary, and the dawn had not yet begun to break, as I walked down the steps to fetch the paper while my family slept. A hint of a breeze wafted through the trees, dawn's early light was not yet in sight. A slight movement appeared from the corner of my eye, something stirred, a slight crunching-like sound was all I heard. A cat, a small animal of sorts, hard to see, moving closer it became clear, another of those nocturnal mammals, armored carriers of that age old scourge was rooting by my tree. Back in the house and out again with light and rifle I set out to prove I was not someone with whom to be trifled. A shot in the dark went over his head, caused a sudden jerk out of the bed, he turned and glared with steely eyes and lowered his armored head, and charged straight at me as though to say, 'you're going to be dead'. With gravel flying up the drive he came like an armored freight train. A look in the eye such as I have never seen determined to chase me from the scene. The crack of the rifle, again..and then again - and he lay where he fell...with no other sound to tell. No more will this creature from the Mesolithic age destroy my lawn, but if truth be known; where there is one......another on his own, soon will come.


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodnight

Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme


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 | Free verse | |

Parasitic Life Form

It‘s alive!
A life form 
Thriving on hatred
Reaped from societies
Greatest blunder 
Like lighting
Follows thunder  
We are following our ancestors 
Reproducing civilization   
Mistake 
Disregard the fact
That we are all human
our blood is red
I smirk when I’m contented 
And shed tears when I’m poignant
We are all equal
cease  this schism 
And trounce racism


Details | Light Poetry | |

One Night in Stroud

I stumbled drunkenly through Stroud
Passed the kebab van on the hill,
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of ladettes – taunting the old bill;
Just for a lark, just for a wheeze,
Flirting and dancing, dressed to tease.

Bedecked with bling, drinking cheap wine,
A clowder of cats out to play,
Perfume and bags by Calvin Klein
All you can eat slapper buffet.
Looking for violence not romance,
Tossing the V’s in fighting stance.

The plods approached askance, as they
Ignored them and crouched down to pee;
The deluge nearly washed away,
The council’s prized floral display! 
I gazed – amazed - at just how short;
Their skirts were and indeed how taut.

Often now – I sit down and cry
(Sometimes it puts me off my food) 
When I recall what I did spy
The female form so crass and rude;
Those harpies in search of cheap thrills,
Stooped - pissing on the daffodils.



(apologies to Mr Wordsworth)


Details | I do not know? | |

The End

She sat on the side of the room to the left,
Her earphones in, and her hoody on, 
And her eyes stare forward, and fail to blink
And her hands are clasped together.
And she stays like this until the end. 

She walks around at her steady pace, 
But her heart beats at 100km per hour.
She gives polite smiles, 
And discrete middle fingers, 
And she stays like this until the end. 

She goes to her bedroom and closes the door, 
Quietly locking it behind her. 
She sits on the floor and opens the box,
And then begins to cut.
And she stays like this until the end.

She cleans herself up, and wipes away her tears,
And hopes no one will ever know.
And she looks in the mirror, 
And doesn’t recognize the girl,
And she stays like this until the end. 

With her hoody, her makeup, her sunglasses,
And her earphones in, she has to face the world,
And she sits in school, her head held low, 
Alone, and hopes, and thinks.
And she stays like this until the end. 

And the time comes for her to leave, 
And she can barely move, 
She can’t, she can’t be alone.
Cause she knows she won’t come back. 
And she stays like this until the end. 

She goes to the bathroom and opens the cupboard,
Reaching for the pills. 
She grabs a glass, and climbs in the bath
And downs all the pills.
And she stayed like this till the end. 

She grabbed her blades, and cut her arms, 
Her stomach, her thighs, her hips, her wrists,
She cried until she could cry no more,
And waited it to end.
And she stayed like this till the end.

She took her last breath, and thanked the lord,
And said “I’ll be home soon mummy”
And she closed her eyes, and fell asleep
Never to wake again.
And that was the way she stayed, the end.


Details | Free verse | |

My Gift

Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many
I wondered where the nutrients were coming from
I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years
There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs

Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word 
Left me with another path onto death
And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe
Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel  
Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus 

I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight
From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels 
Eyes remained closed
And I felt the actual descent of my downfall
I did not open my eyes at all

I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul
Please accept my gift today
My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail
Led me to accept and love where I often fail
I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs
Though I am surely small to you
Though I feel only a fraction of a fool
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies

I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies


Details | Didactic | |

LIFE IN THE 'PROJECTS'

like sparrows on the streets and in caves
consider how they swoop and dive 
and fatten on dusty pizza crumbs 

consider the raccoons how they squawk and squalor 
peck and fight for space to grow fat gray hairs
and live as a family in the wild consider them

consider the homeless man on East Euclid dragging
Giant-Eagle cart on the sidewalk every hour
with rags searching through litterbins for a meal

consider the hare the rabbit the crow and ants
with no pay stubs yet with no long days of boredom
and they lie in cleanest beds and smile at dinner times

then consider me after the gavel and the long sentence
living with cancelled checks crying over lost purpose
scarred of sirens and hunting shelters for meals 

consider me sleeping in fields with dead numbers 
consider me whose far-distant ancestors never crashed
in any trash but drank coffee with Carnegie on his birthday

consider me coming out of institutions that mark me forever
with a bindi that blocks my name from the list of humans
and to live I have to peep through thorn bushes and grunt   


Details | Acrostic | |

Wrinkle - Acrostic

Woven lines patterned like the black widow's silk. 
Resting upon the face and the hands.
Insidious, the crow perches on skin once like milk.
Nestled in laugh lines, the years' stark demands.
Kings and Queens reign, then they, too, grow old.
Looking back at all the scavengers stole.
Each wrinkle a regret, the grave dagger's dole.


Details | Triolet | |

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...


Details | Rhyme | |

Star Gazer

imperial evil rings the rebellions bell  
and awakens the rebels fight 
allow for a new tomorrow 
a skywalker will be in plain sight 
his mind as sharp and committed 
as the nail that split the force
a parasite of the night are we
 the padawan has chosen his course!




 BY Mark Taylor: ......Star Wars......


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Leaves

Trees shed

Their Autumn Leaves.

 

Autumn Leaves-

That fall,

That twirl

And then embrace the ground.

 

Autumn Leaves-

That flood

The pathways I tread

And the horizon I see.

 

Amidst them, I halt

Amongst them, I sit,

Stare and admire

Them as they shower from trees.

 

I listen to them,

As they rustle,

And cuddle

In the soothing autumn breeze.

 

Wondrous it is to listen

To the tales they tell,

Tales spelled in their toungless accents

Tales that are the soul of each of those

Falling, twirling, rustling

Autumn Leaves.


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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

Pain Became My Friend Today

Pain became my friend today
She showed me how to hide
She’d been watching from a distance
Every tear I cried

Pain became my friend today
Reached out her hand to me
Then pulled me into darkness
Introducing misery

Pain became my friend today
Emptying my heart
She’s now my constant companion
Tearing me apart

Pain became my friend today
She isolates my soul
Now without her I am nothing
In her I’m consoled

Pain became my friend today
When she saw me kneel down and cry
Then she lay down right next to me
To kiss my joy good-bye

Pain became my friend today
She introduced me to the sorrow
Who showed me how to dwell in agony
And fear the break of tomorrow

Pain became my friend today
Making my heart cold
Pain became my friend today
The only hand I hold


Written by Shannen Wrass
Copyright © 1995 Shannen Wrass. All Rights Reserved


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

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


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Forthcoming

The dark skies are coming,

Dark clouds are appearing,

The wind is gusting,

Trees are fronting,

We are shunning,

We go running...

 

The dark skies are coming,

Rains are blossoming,

Nature is bumping,

They go cunning,

The sky is drumming,

Forest are burning,

We run intending...

 

Dark skies are coming,

Gusts are interfering,

Nature is in confusion,

Humanity getting in pandemonium,

Minds in disorder,

Intention unbecoming...

 

Dark skies are coming,

Darkness is rising,

Sun is fading,

It is causing an uprising,

It keeps arising,

We keep striving...

 

Dark skies are coming,

Darkness is blinding,

Gusts keep arriving,

Deception and treachery are conniving,

Pain gets agonizing,

We go crying,

You go regreting...

 

The dark skies are coming,

Mountains are crumbling,

Clounds are thundering,

Soil is spoiling,

Bodies are breaking,

Hearts are bleeding,

Birds are flocking,

Fishes are emerging,

Somethings are dying,

Humanity is surviving,

Safety is distrusted,

Most things are doubted,

Everything is happening,

The dark forthcomings are near...


Details | Free verse | |

In A Hotel Room

For a long time there I stood;
Yet another entrance to hell.
Though I already understood,
There's this feeling I can't tell.

Scent of sin present in the air
Reminder of what I must do.
Life has not been all that fair,
Still, I wish today is untrue.

The door to hell is inviting;
Smiling, out the devil came.
His touch had been inciting
But I felt nothing but shame.

There I was, in a hotel room;
Sold both my body and soul.
Flower that will never bloom;
Never again to be put whole.

By him I let myself get tainted;
And I will go to hell and back,
To keep my beloved child sated.
There will be no turning back.


*For the "In A Hotel Room" contest
*Written: February 12, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Free verse | |

They're Watching You

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

Henchmen rob bank,
two officers killed,
change channel.

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

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

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

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

Watching,
survalling,
like a camera.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Dear Lover

Written September 8, 2013


Hey dear lover
Can you make me a believer in another
We both know that it's killing us this way
'Cause the ends of the earth still move
And the falling leaves dance in circles
All around you
Cutting holes in the paper
On which I write this letter
Saying, "I really hope that this gets better"
For the sake of involved
Before this binding resolution gets resolved

But I don't mind chasing thunder
Through the darkest nights
But if I never find the light
Then I just might lose my sight, over you
But what's the use
You've only caused me more and more abuse
That's why I write this letter
Saying, "why'd I ever think that it'd get better"


Details | Rhyme | |

Stones

Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
Destination unknown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones

Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.

Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate

You make mistakes 
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late

Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take

Just one everlasting ache 
That your stones did create

They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks

So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.

<3 Kalee Lynn




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 | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | Rhyme | |

Forty Lost

Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 
 Copyright © 2013


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Snakes and Apples

Spiting poison with an apple heart/ 
The message stinks like biblical farts/ 
Inspired inspirations speed bump tearful ears/
Legless rhymes walking towards human like reptiles/ 
This is no apple from West Side/ 
Lyrical farm trees grow broken spirits, polite/
Snake eyebrows sees no pain in speech lines/ 
Without poverty rhymes would vomit dead-lines/
Declines/ 
A medium selling pain self taught healings/ 
Nobody listens to ssssssssssnake rhymes/ 
Dragon spits catches your attention, soldier!!/ 
Dream skills evaporated by government’s big dreams/ 
The sssssssssssnakes cook apples before spiting venomous hot steams/ 
This animals know ancestors puked sick flows/
This Rap, tiles and protects us from silence/
Stolen big dreams destroyed peace in pieces/
I speak dirty though i need no clean smiles/ 
Greedy venomous tongues come in plural painting starving rurals/ 
Life is a museum in murals/ 
Laboured stanzas healing shacks named after Diepsloot/ 
Blood and crips born poverty's own style/
Ballot papered menus serve snakes & apples/ 
Eat or be eaten that is the question/


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 | Terza Rima | |

Dying to Live

Dying to Live From off this bier I will arise one day. And nothing that has cowered me before, Will hie me back again from whence I stray; I leave, and seal the mausoleum door. When from that threshold that I do depart, I leave my travails lying on the floor. Knowing that this new life stands apart, I turn my back on fear I cannot tame. Determining that I will make a start, Where love and hopes rebound, and bear not shame. But fear will not hinder my hurried flight, From hush-voiced days I lost that whispered blame. And though I stumbled through with blinded sight, I boldly challenge terror-shrouded night.
© Copyright 2013 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved


Details | Blank verse | |

The Sweet smell of a dead rose

A rose that is at full bloom
and the color is pure and the pettles are calm
and dance along with the blowing of the wind
they have a smell, that is divine,
but doesn't bring back no special memory.

Now a dead rose,
that has a smell
that has no definition
that has no pain
it is just there
and it doesn't cry
and it doesn't sigh
it just sits there,
burning away when the sun hits it,
without remorse
without blinding courage.

The dead rose just sits there,
and the smell is so sweet
it brings back memories
that make you cry
and sigh
and sometimes,
laugh
and
smile a little.

Sometimes the dead things
are more beautiful
than the living,

but that is just my opinion,

what do you think?


Details | Quatrain | |

Doors

In a dark corridor 
I feel along the walls
searching for an open door
to touch a glimmer of hope before humanity falls.

An ancient sound of crowds cheering rings in my ears.
I see the humble scum by society crucified.
They had blindly stumbled over their fears,
not realising the bloodlust as they excitedly cried.

The reality of this world strikes so cruel.
Good leaders don't change apathetic followers,
for they themselves allow their deceitful hearts to rule.
Their minds are conquered by lusts for darker powers.

I have reached the bitter end.
No longer can I go into this unending night,
yet some are the closed door's friend 
while gushing through an open door is the light.

Few find this narrow way.
Many beat their skulls against a closed door
as darkness continues to lead the blind astray
while surrendering warriors find the courage to kneel on the floor.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Swan

The peaceful, humble beauty 
of a white lily drifting on reflective night
hums a sweet melody 
of contrasting light.

Trusting the darkness 
to be his throne
and the moon of loneliness
to crown his soft, unheard moan.

I watch from bushes of scorn
that mock him cruelly.
His fragile crest is pierced by the thorn
of rejection and bleeds its sorrows silently.

The rejected jewels of nature are mourning
for the king of the skies to raise his wings
but he can't see beyond remembering
and can't see past the thorn's stings.

Oh, scarred heart of grace,
spread strenght and flee with wild freedom
unto priceless solace 
away from this desolate kingdom.

Oh, jewel in creation's crown,
look not to stirred reflection
for it is mere perversion, a frown,
of the white rose of perfection.

Go now, leave behind only
a legacy of despised beauty.


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | Epic | |

OUR HOPE

the riverbanks
Lies our treasures
Our hope and fears
Explored in exploitation
People hurting people

We thought  the europeans
Our only plights
We feared but hated them
In our innocent ignorance,
Of what we learnt at a glance
they battered  and stole our sleep
With guns

But years after they are  gone
Our lives has been worse 
and no one cares
How we fare
Because you don't hear us cry
Like it's in syria
Hmmm!
Yet worst things are done behind scenes.

Our moments of joy?
That we share with  the sky
When no one hears them
Playing kids on weekend days
Bombed into ripples
And sunday worshippers turned to ashes
For God to take control

Heaven must be full by now
With my black brothers
In plenty numbers  
Yet in our hearts
Lies the hope
As we we go close
To our hundreth year
Of self reign.


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What Will I Do Where Will I Go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.


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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.


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Dark Skin, Nappy Hair

My dark skin is beautiful
My nappy hair is styled with care
That is my view of natural features
Blessed I am, to share

Time travel to another place
Kings and queens have a similar face

So why I am forced to face degrading images
skin-bleached relatives and mind-shackled people
who think that their dark skin, nappy hair
is something to be traded
that it is jaded

Confused thoughts
Lead people to self hatred
not only for themselves
but for anyone wearing the darkening pigment

And why the confusion?

Because we of dark complexion
and finely curled hair
must be daft, be fool
be anything but intellectual and schooled

Don't you see how we have been fooled?..

Take a look
Look deep in the mirror
See what you uncover
Beneath bewildered stares at your hair
Turnt up noses at your clothes
Beneath all the physical woes
See the King, the Queen
ready, waiting to claim the throne


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern


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The Ancient Maya game of tut of tut

The ancient Maya had a game
They called Tut to Tut
A game like soccer
but the ball but the ball
would be passed by the thigh
and not the foot.

They played with a latex rubber ball
that some claim contained a human skull
But what ever you think about the game
it was never dull.

Two teams would play before a temple
On a strip of green
the object of the game
to pass the ball through a hoop made of stone
the Winners were victorious
but for the losers
it wasn't so nice
because they'd chop their heads of
and make them a sacrifice.


Glad I wasn't a coach
beats soccer any day.

''Any one for a game of Tut to Tut''?


Don't all shout at once.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013.


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Seeking accompany

Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
 
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
 
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
 
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
 
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
 
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my  sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
 
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.


Details | Tanka | |

awakening

Awakening 

The dragon eats land
Steps on other people´s right
And we say nothing 
Because once it was wronged
Can´t speak ill of the ogre
The dragon spews fire 
Over anyone who seeks redress 
To get what is theirs 
And slowly the world awakes 
The monster a perilous fiend   
 


Details | Lyric | |

Yellow Moon

She watched as the earth fell asleep

Waited for the yellow moon

soft kisses of unfaithful wind..

Images..Images on her head

Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love

Flashes of things she tried to forget..

Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon

locked inside the rain on her cheek..

She was standing alone..

Her grieving heart sought

solace from the moon

She petitioned the stars

Where is he this very night?

Cruel..oh so cruel..

Beneath the silence of the sky

she bowed her head and cried..


Details | Free verse | |

What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.

-9/23/13-

Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!


Details | Narrative | |

How Do I Stay Soulful

How do I stay soulful, without seeming like a raging goddess?
I would always be the raging sea,
Don’t sail your boats or ships upon my waters!
 Expected to be slaughters, by my sharks
 The rough waves: and the haunted ghost slaves.
 You toss abroad, unlike the garage you scattered on my shore,
I kept your secrets; at the bottom of ocean floor

I sting your eyes, and bitter your taste:
 Rock your ships from side to side
Yet, you smuggle my fish out to land: 
    what a disgrace!
A man would always be a man

 Why did you leave the dry land and sail the ocean blue
You pirate! You luxury ocean liners: you liars
Can you hold on to my waters? 
The laughter takes hold of you.
I filled myself with rage, because of the things you do

No safety nets……

, 


Details | Imagism | |

the driving ones

we went outside.
the walls,
they finally weren't safe anymore.

it all happend just for us spending time together.

the walking were full of fear
and we full of plans.
we couldn't wait for this to happen

just for spending time together.

looking for a car on the streets...
the people left them,
lost in the need to jumble or mild.

they happend just for us spending time together.

we drove to a store to pick up our toys,
while people were eaten up
by the hungry ones.

it all happned just for us spending time together.

orbiting through dust and waste,
seemed like everything was downfalling,
but the sounds and the pressure.


it wasn't the end of the world.
it was the beginning of a new one,
and it was there just for us being together
in the same corner of the night.


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I'm Strong Enough

I’m strong enough to take your insults
I’m strong enough to take your pain
I’m strong enough to stem the tears
That threaten to soak my soul like rain

I’m strong enough to take your silence
I’m strong enough to take the neglect
I’m strong enough because I know
That you’re afraid to reconnect

I’m strong enough to take your madness
I’m strong enough to take your fear
I’m strong enough because I know
You can’t survive without me near

So go ahead! Unleash the fury!
Go ahead! Try to make me break!
I will withstand the awful onslaught
Because I know how much to take

I know inside you there is someone
Who’s been hurt right to the core
Someone who has been damaged
When he wanted to love some more

Someone whose soul is soft and tender
Someone who needs to heal in time
That’s why I can take your abuse
Because I know your heart is mine!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Free verse | |

The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Wind

         Haiku Wind

To the ground a dive

Hawk, Squirrel struggle soar down

Sky ground merge…. end there


Details | Lyric | |

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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Stone

In society
Alone and surrounded by
Statues everywhere.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

He Choose to Grow Weak

Please make me understand
Why we do the things we do
If you are cheerful, you feel good
If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22)

How can we help you?

If we didn’t know how you feel
You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside
Somewhere you hide, and you cried,
Why didn’t you come inside from that dark lonely place?
Asking others for help isn’t a disgrace.

Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when
The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn 
When the Wind becomes strong

 Why did you come in from that dark lonely place?
 Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps
Asking for help wasn’t a booby trap
Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak.
Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek

He said. “Mommy I am a big boy now”
“I can do it all by myself.  So he murdered
Innocent little kids…


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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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Fear

Written June 25, 2012


Dim the lights
No one knows
Silhouetted indisposed

Can you hear
Children's fears
The darkness will be here

By the time
You can see
The light that buries me

You will know
All that's glitters
Is not gold

Walk the path
Satan's wrath
Will enter through the back

Door is closed
Think you know
Why the Lord has brought is here

Are you telling me lies
Through your eyes
On and on I'll tell you're wrong
Until the day is done


Details | Rhyme | |

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!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

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


Details | Epic | |

Introduction

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

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Thread of Hope

As all I’d ever termed wondrous bliss unexpectedly died -
As my fantasy of a reality with destruction did collide -
My hopes shattered around me like glass in countless pieces,
Fragments suspended in mocking beauty as time freezes…

The clock hand ticks forward and it all crashes to the floor
My knees hit rock-bottom when I could take no more
All I now see is blackness where once there was color
Gone appears the light from the sun and its fervor…

I begin to walk away from the pond of shattered dreams
But the glass is in my clothes and cutting through my heart, it seems
Perhaps I am too close, the smoke is clouding my full view-
Glance up at the tower, instinctively know what to do…

Run up the steps; one, two,three hundred endless stairs
And I barely catch my breath, or have time to fill lungs with air -
Before the ground beneath my feet crumbles into sand
Loud thunder above me rumbles as I fall back down on land…

And I hit rock-bottom again
Thinking this must be the end
For surely no human can go through this pain
And still see rainbows through the rain…

The whole world seems gray and black tonight
With not a speck of pure, identifiable white in sight
Nothing is untouched, gone is everything -
Then how do I glimpse in that crack a thin white string?

Among the dirt, surely this uncorrupted clean string is not real
But just to verify the hopeless doubts, I reach out a hand to feel
And to my electric surprise, it’s most tangible indeed
I yank it out attached to a note, uncrumple it and read:

“Verily, with every hardship comes ease” [Quran 94:6]

That white thread...
Of hope.


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | Free verse | |

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’


Details | Free verse | |

You Are Rich

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.


Details | Rhyme | |

Distorted Images

Looking in the mirror she sees her fate,
as her heart pounds could it be to late.
Distorted images of her secreative past,
thrusting madness of her future she cast.
Ongoing pressure of voices in her head,
the agony in crying of all the tears that she shed.
Someone help me she screams into the night,
as the look of horror on her face fills with fright.
Decisions of what to do here and now,
she can only do what her mind will allow.
The taste of innocence biting at her tongue,
energy  expanding from her aura she is so rapidly strung.
Sparks fly with electrifying heat,
as she stands in her place bolted is her feet.
Laughter of insanity is seeping through her veins,
as her charged twisted body is all that remains.
These distorted images have a story to tell,
as she is forever locked in her cold binded cell.


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questions

today is just the start, 
yesterday is on the previous page
 but i refuse to turn back to it.

do not need reminders of all the misery 
love, life, lust 
all stories that come together 
to form the picture that is 

my life...


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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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In a hotel room

Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!


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To the liers

To the liers who were
Great artists, manipulators,
Perfect friends and honest lovers...

To the liers who were
Talkative and silent,
Kind and sweet,
Walking out many miles
Pretending they carried
Love and trust...

To the liers I speak.

You are there still believing
In your goodness, and you are proud
Of yourselves.
But how sweet and true do you
Look before the God's eyes?
Have you ever thought about?


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LET NOT THIS FIRE SPREAD


Let not this fire spread

To the rising smoke & flame put an end

To the oil, tears and blood spilled and shed

To the loss and broken heart that time’ll never mend

Please let not this fire spread

 

Let not this fire spread

For in defense will each for himself fend

An invite to the chaos, war and famine we so much dread

So let the Great & Mighty for peace stoop and bend

Please let not this fire spread

 

Let no this fire spread

Vice and violence have become the new trend

Adieu to all our compatriots who fell and bled

Who stood firm for truth and refused to blend

Please let not this fire spread

 

Let not this fire spread

This tiny sparks may escalate beyond what we intend

In protest we have shunned the hunt for our daily bread

Do not bask slowly in shady silence and pretend

Please let not this fire spread

 

 

 

 

 

Let not this fire spread

Ours is a nation known to invest less than we spend

Dissatisfaction and anger color our very eyes red

Address priorities, corruption and frivolities suspend

Please let not this fire spread

 

Let not this fire spread

Whether you earn billions or less than a stipend

Remember we will lie as we make our bed

This broken wall is for us all to mend

Please let not this fire spread

 

Let not this fire spread

This is the cry we’ve signed and now send

For the Labors of our Heroes past and dead

We unite as one and our voices we lend

Please let not this fire spread.

 

Dedicated to all the citizens of the the third world countries experiencing corruption and violence

C’emeka Mbah [Esq]

10-01-2012


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Haiku 38

blood by the pond
her reflection
permanent


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World of a Maze

on cloud nine it seems gravity pulls me back down to the moon’s sunbeams the magnitude forcing a frown there’s a certain purpose for the trial knowing somewhere down the line there’s a real trail but even thinking of trying is a fail a nervous wreck in the midst of space oxygen flows, but it’s out of trace hypnotic doubt overwhelms the soul that sort of mechanical happiness is taking its toll and the fumes of assumptions consume me like the brain is loading its function rhymes a wreck down the railroad of chaos high on sadness the eyes droop some sort of animal-human cross meshed in this never-ending lump of goop philosophic gamma rays pierce the x-ray visions pass—the eyes dull gray disheartened generations gaze in a lightening phase struck eternally in this world of a maze fashion me on high and I swear I will end up down below where the moon-struck sun beats down and says goodbye to the smile of our darkest foe


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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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Survival Of The Fittest

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


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Fight The Demons Diet

It was that time again to empty once more,
I was on my Knees on the bathroom floor.
Putting tissue down the Loo making sure nothing stayed afloat,
Then I slid my fingers down deep inside my sore throat.

Trying not to make a sound, Making sure no sick hit the ground,
And even though the taste was so vile I needed to empty till there was no more bile.
I had to be quick but the release felt great,
No-one understood me but I believed this was my fate.

Staring at my reflection, tears would roll down my cheek,
I'd hear the torments in my mind saying how I was such a freak.
The Demons they would say "Look at the state of you, 
You are disgusting ,You are a mess, No-one could ever love you".

When looking in a mirror at my body I would cringe,
Then turning desperately to the fridge I'd begin again to Binge.
I would eat so much till I was about to pop,
One more trip to the Loo then I promised myself I would stop.

I'd wish people would leave me be, They just didn't get that....
I had eaten too many calories and I was sick of being Fat!
So I had taken control of my diet, Obsessed with weight and measure,
Punishing myself after every treat, Desserts were no longer a Pleasure.

Over time people started talking about how I had become so thin,
So I pulled the curtains closed and I locked myself in.
Hiding myself away from neighbouring abuse,
I stopped all contact, I became a recluse.

Then a visit from my mother my Angel, who Id avoided for awhile,
Came knocking at my door, Arms open,
Oh I had missed her warming smile.  

I looked into my mothers eyes as she turned to me and sighed
"Oh sweetheart what has happened to you,
Your hair is falling out and your bones are showing through".
She placed her arms around me feeling my frail torso".
Then whispered to me gently " Please let your Demons go",
"Everything you are doing is damaging your health",
"You're deteriorating into of me, You're slowly killing yourself".

Turning away she began to cry,
Wiping away the tears falling from her eyes.
She told me how she lost her best friend to the very deadly disease.
I wrapped my arms around her, Comforting her as she grieves.

Seeing the hurt upon my mothers face,
The heartache I was causing her, The shame and the disgrace.
"Mum" I said "I will fight my Demons and make myself strong",
"I realise now what Ive been doing Is dangerous and wrong".
"Getting back to full health will take a long long time,
But with you and my family and friends I know Im gonna be just fine".

So Here I am Today at this Time and on this Date.
I am Making my Illness History and re-creating my fate.
Big Thankyou to my family and friends for all of your support.
I know now time is too precious to waste and our life on Earth is short.x


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I blame me

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Does the War Ever Really End

A moment stauls...
Somewhere in between
What shall always be... 
Known as my lost and forever hour

Where I wake to sounds of thrashing rains
A clock sits staring, ticking and tocking
My own darkness illuminating lightning
Distant thunder following her in shame

Although, throes of raven blackness
Slumber holds on to the pitch
But, I pass through limbo hallways of surreal
Stumbling forth in directions by my blinded feel itch

Walls of lucid memories like dripping paint 
Begin to lapse deep into the younger years 
And creaking footfalls shatter their echo
Of certian remembered fears 

"Ah" deja vu sounds the alarm even further
Cracks from father’s room, is the ceiling leaking?
Into my little ears I'm more awake
As I hear the faint famaliar tears of weeping

My curiosity ever stronger than before
And innocent eyes through doorways peer
It’s the war again; Mom said he tried...
To leave it all behind, but still it's always there

And the storm's outside, but in a booming violence
Rushes back surreal into the unforgotten killing
The death, its experiences still locked up
Within his mind never free or escaping

A heroes love is his strength
Protecting me from a world with terrible pains
But, somehow I’ve learned to understand
That he needs his son, to calm his troubled angst

And silently I step
Inching slowly towards him
And nestle up within his trembling hands
Tugging upon one sleeve whispering "Dad, oh dad?"

“God has sent me here”
I say directly in his ear
Quieter now “To love you”
My tone gentle to his needs

Wiping away his tears
He whispers back...
“I know”
And picks me up, relieved

And in turn we face the scene
Of a passing storm into silence
As the rain seems alive to notice
Stopping to watch our mends in evanescence

We are somewhat aware we are within God's presence 
Looking to each other with a shrug
And then my dad holds me up
Giving this boy the biggest hug

Beneath the returning quiet 
And the ambience of moonray light
He carries me back to my room
And places me into bed amid the last flash of white

Pulls the blankets up
Knowing this will comfort me
And I’ll never forget the words
He said so effortlessly 

“One day...
You will have a son
Always let him know you love him
And your bond will never end”

Again I wake, this time
To the sounds of an apologetic rain
The lightening has ceased its battle
And the thunder it no longer blames

I unwind the blanket
And uncover and sit
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes
Awake, on the edge of bed

Was this a dream?
Or a twist of fate reality?
I ponder, running fingers through my hair
And, merely reflect upon it

Then I realize…
I was not alone
Dad is watching, not far away
And I know one day, I'll see him soon, after heaven's gates


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Why my heart ponder

Why my heart ponder?
I, your offender..
What I gave?
Dark love in a cave...

I promised you a thousand lands
Didn't give enough sands...
Changing me and my love,
Hiding behind the black scarf..

Hiding me I couldn't speak,
Feared losing in a streak.
This was my only reason
But turned my passing season..

Now I rattle,

As a foolish cattle
Leaving your land and cheese,
Yet to find me some peace...


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ILLUSION

In the dark cold sea of life,
I was on the small boat rowing alone
coming from nowhere and going to nowhere,
The skies above me were cloudy,
And the silence that overwhelmed the place was unbearable.
Nothing was likely to happen to break the silence down,
But because my whole life was written on the old cold stone
I happened to find you,
I found the universal unspoken language used by everyone,
Both on the Earth down and in the heavens above.
It´s a beautiful language that flows from the heart.
Something older than humanity,more ancient than the sea,
Something that exerts the same force whenever two pairs of eyes meet.
I found you love,
I found you steady, confident and subtle.
O Love !!!
You enlighten my darkness,
You warm up my coldness,
You make me suffer though
O Love !!!
You have the power to heal,
You have the power to kill
And you have the power to turn into eternity a mere moment of life
O Love !!!
The murmur of your words in my ears,
makes me feel a woman,
makes me forget about me.
O Love !!!
Your words take me up to the highest heavens without wings,
Without Sinbad’s rugs.
Abruptly I find myself back in the cold sea of life.
O Love !!!
Your words build me a kingdom of illusion,
in which I dwell very few moments
to find myself again alone in the dark sea of life.
Yes, this is you Mr Love, a great "ignis fatuus",
O you who plays with the air the symphony of my life,
Turn my turmoils into lyrics and sing them out aloud.
To no soul, to no crowd.


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Pessimist

How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.


Details | Haiku | |

hanging around

as the wind blows south
the poplar tree saps black blood
soaked are roots with pride


Details | Concrete | |

She Never Hears

Through pain,
Through sorrow,
Through a lonely nights tears.

No warmth,
No love,
Only cold lifeless fear.

The locking
Of a door,
Sends your heart on a deep plummet.

In the darkness,
In the room,
Your anger summits.

Somewhere not far,
She plays a computer game,
Ignoring your screams of her name.

For in this horror,
In this nightmear,
You know it will always be the same.

She never hears anything.


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


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Future Shock

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

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

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

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


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The Feeling

From deep within a silence grows
Vastly spreading, yet no one knows
No one knows of what's to come
The Feeling is sudden, then it's done.
Often with pain, fits of sorrow
The Feeling leaves nothing, not even a morrow
With much haste, take one last breath
We all succumb to The Feeling of Death.


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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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Bluebeard

My man is Bluebeard
On this holiday for two
And I don't want to go
To spend every hour asleep or awake 
With him
His voice controlling every action
every movement moment.
I will be caught in the might
of his King Kong grip
Alternately controlling
then beseeching
The needy man child
desperate to be loved
that makes this monstrous He
That must subjugate and control the She
To leave nothing to chance
In this the field of love
To hold and crush in his hot hand
the fragile wilting bloom
Content with that death
for ownership is all.


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The Dirty Old Man

His name was Charles Bukowski,
but he liked to go by the name of Hank.
He was a dirty old man,
who wrote poems
and did poetry readings
that paid him next to nothing.
With a wine bottle in his hand
a pack of cigarettes in the other,
with a half burnt cigarette lit in his mouth
and he was dressed like a Hollywood Bum.
But he wasn't sad, or mad
he had a smile on his face.

As the whores walked down with their big asses
and tits that were big and round quarter shaped nipples stuck out.
The Dirty old man, said with a laugh, "It must be cold outside."
And he continued down the lonesome Los Angeles streets,
going to his next poetry reading.


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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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Broken Heart Warfare

So full of hurt
Heart Stomped in the dirt
But I'll get up
I'll brush off my skirt

Paste a smile on my face
Get back in the race

My fake laugh I'll embrace
While so alone in this place
I'll fake my sweet grace
Tie my hair up in lace

Hope no one will care 
To see past my fake stare
Because I can not bare
To explain my despair 

No I don't need your prayer
Nor your disapproving glare

My sadness will wear
Life's just so unfair
Breaking dear hearts
Like illegal warfare

While my insides repair
I'll just brush this long hair
Fake smile blank stare

Should pull me through
This broken heart warfare.

<3 Kaleelynn


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

poison

Its just one feeling, a simple normal emotion; ....Every one feels it, I think.....But I can’t help this chill from crawling up my spine.... Implanting poisonous fear deep within my mind.....It spreads viciously to every nerve telling me it’s won; you’ve won....... ..Your words strike fires in the recesses of my thoughts; ....Even the slightest spark from it scorches and burns images and memories into my skin like a scarlet carving still raw with every memory. ....Thoughts of you consume claiming hostile takeover;....So when I say your love burns, you better believe its true! ....I even gag at the simplest thought of you, ....Imagine what your words do. ...... ..I hate you! But I can’t seem to forget you, ....Your memories are my poison the dagger in my back,.... Your touch stings of acid burning my flesh upon contact. ....Your lies have always won you freedom,....But you’ve run out of lies to tell,.... I’ve written them down upon his big Black book;.... God knows each and every word, now tell me who’s got who?...... ..You’re my fear in 3D, the monster in my head.....Your love is despicable a forced injection in my veins..... Burning,stabbing deep with in, ....I yearn to beat it, to control it, but you wont let me.you’re the disgusting infection under my skin!....Your own personal weapon of just three mortifying words,....Words that twist and snake there way through all walls and barriers,....Words that stop at nothing, not even “NO”..... ....  I fight to be rid of you; Denial is my strongest weapon,....But distance keeps me free! ....The pain just intensifies with each lie I tell to me;....Each night your near I’ll smile hidden deep in side my lies,.... You’ll never see me cry!...... ..You think you’ve won! You think I’m weak! ....Just because at each punch I turn the other cheek, ....One day I’ll beat the burn, I’ll put out your Poisonous flame!...... .. Each day I’ll tell my self the same sick lies:....“He doesn’t love you! It’s all a lie! Some day he’ll pay! Perhaps he’ll die”....So I’ll hide in the safety of my friends,....I’ll ignore you and your poison until I know I’ve beaten it!  ....That way you’ll know you’re wrong,....I’m strong!


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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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My Path Way In Life

Life is fuuny and cunny,It's not a good thing for anyone to pass through my path way in life for it is meant only for the strong and bold.I don't know where my strenght is coming from each day but i manage,

It's not easy walking through the path i have walked through and still walking through.I will never pray someone else walks past close to my path way in Life uptill now,never should anyone get it.its been STRONG my dear friend and brother
very STRONG,

I am just stocked in a single place like a piece of paper on a dry ground surrounded by both water and fire.if i change position,i either get soaked and torned off or i get burnt and loses in thin air,

Sometimes i stare at my path way in life both past and present,I see that i have travelled too far but not so far
I tend to wonder if travelling this path is all about staying at a single bus stop.

its really frustrating and sometimes wonderingly uncomfortable to notice that haven travelled a long path in life,you find yourself starting from the very begining where you started from,

its kind of annoying and may give a weak mind some chances of blaming his creator of which at times i do but may God forgive me for I am just being human.Listening to FOOLS and illitrates whose mindsets are blocked with ignorance and mischief makes my path narrower and tight,

well,well just keep doing your thing my brother and God is with you.as for me,I'll keep walking my rough path in life till my God makes it glaringly straight and easy for me,

I realy feel so down man,so down and confused.I feel real down.Yeah I know about my faith,I know about my God and I know everything is possible with him but i feel weak after passing through so much in life His strength has been and is still keeping me going but i need more,

I need to get to the stage in life where i can start doing what my heart yawns for.As it is said in the bible,"Train your child according to the ways of the Lord so that when he grows up,he will not depart from it",

Hope you get what i am talking about even if you are not around or beside my path way in life to witness the reality of it.But we must keep things we have in a continuous and pospective way where we can see developments in the near future even if it aches my back,throat and heart in a very bad way.Well,well I just keep my path way in Life and until then,i keep praying...


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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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Her fourth and last season

her spring sun was shining always too bright
summer seasoned her sadness 
autumn breezes  her death

a sad unhappy your girl's winged words found
"my voices and I agree"
cold winter's end freed her

©Elly Wouterse

Entry for The Poet III Contest 
Sponsor - 	gautami phookan

Note:

1. 
based on a true story - I read about it in the newspaper - again ............
another Dutch teen choose her final flight after her endless search  for love and that final fight

2.
I quote from a note the parents of the girl found in her room after she took her own life..
".... my voices and I agree...."


How "heroic or grand in scale and character" was and is  this girl until reaching her point of no return................. 




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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


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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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STORMY WEATHERS

wether to weather stormy weathers,
crucial to any understandings.
dire to decision,
more like a feeling never mentioned.
heavy to the struggle;
when the weight of the world is on your shoulder,
rise above the storm,
rise above the norm.
critical to the lifestyles,
hard to choose where to begin.
to wait till' the sun shines,
not waiting for the tears to rain.
so many unaware;
the choice you have to make,
the effect it has on you and everybody.
to stress getting through,
to make the right changes.
better to mve on, 
don't linger on the problem.
not to get undertow by the trials and tribulations.


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Age Knocked On My Door

My head is in a real bad state
My memory is running late
I feel like I am going mad
My eyesight now is really bad
My teeth have now come to an end
Impossible to ever mend
My confidence has been destroyed
Through all the things I once enjoyed
My body is slowly packing up
I'm full of broken veins
My bones which now need oiling
Are filled with aches and pains
Gravity has got a grip
The lines are clearly showing
Moustash and beard have just appeared
Facial hair is growing
My hair is thin, my eyes are dim
My ears no longer hear
Its time to face reality
Old age is finally here
All I seem to do these days
Is eat and watch the telly
Which makes it easy to explain
This rather fat round belly
My body is slowly dying
Still I try to look my best
There is no harm in trying
As I face eternal rest
I used to be afraid of death
But now im not so sure
Its something ive accepted
Since age knocked on my door.


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breathe, suffocate


velvet tears slip down my cheek.

a gentle cry.

and the wet drops seep in the corners of my mouth

until

my lungs are full of my own salty, crystalline tears,

bringing buoyancy to boats that sail inside my veins.

as a rule, I try not to cry.

if a single tear is shed, who is to say that another will not follow?

compelling the rest to join

until I’ve immersed myself in the sea I’ve incepted,

and soon

all I see are the opalescent peaks of water colliding with my skin.


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Ball of Fire

Today is Doomsday.

Some believe today is Doomsday
Some say maybe the end of the year
However, do we really care?
How would the earth end?
In a ball of fire or 
would it swallow us up into puff of dust
in a matter of an hour..

I rather am buried under pile of snow.
Eternal Preservation "what a nice way to go

However do we have option in a world?
Where lunatics have taken over asylums
where deranged souls spreading like a social cancer 
Is doomsday  the answer..?


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Confessions of a Soldier

Dear wife 
I killed a man today…
Hence to you, I must confess
This heavy burden of mine

Orders came swiftly
And thrust upon the battlefield was I
Shouts of “Charge! Charge!”
Echoing still, throughout my mind

Blinded by the masses 
Of my fellow men
Who seemed to bound past 
Too far ahead

Somewhere in the distance 
An enemy was not seen
I remained cowardly frozen, while oblivious 
To dangers surrounding me

Why in this particular moment 
To be struck in the head 
Not by a missile
But, by too many questions I could not comprehend

And deafening explosions, whistling bullets
A reddening madness in the midst
I stood all alone…
Contemplating with anger and clenching my fists

Then, I spied a suspicious movement 
From out the corner of my eye
He came rushing towards me, bayonet in hand
Now, I reasoned fairly quickly that I did not want to die

It was he or it was I
Who was more willing to live
Were there now moral questions to decide
Or just an instinct of actions we did

Sadly my love
All I can say…
Is that, I’m the one who lived 
And walked away

Again, in regret I inform you
That I’m not entirely sure if I sinned
But, this I do know, I did not win
I killed a man today


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needles and pins


I can’t survive without the rush of an impulsive swallow or an impersonal touch.

I’m fueled by the adrenaline I get solely through sex and drugs, driving while high and chasing danger.

Piercing my skin with needles and pins,

willing to feel the worst to feel anything


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Loving touch

Your hands are like sunshine that

warms the inner parts of my soul.



The rays warming my inner being,

keeps me thinking of how the colors

of the flowers are so vibrant and

powerful in  their activity.



As the flowers dance in a slight breeze,

the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous,



so shiny, so many.



As the night fades, the sun  warms the day,



The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again,



with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

4-30-04



All poems are copyright!©


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Dark thoughts

All these thoughts run threw my mind question is do I run or do I hide?
I get tired of doing the right thing , I just wish people would have seen.
You were a sheep in wolf clothing, You had me backed in a corner my weakness you used.
I showed you my fears my mistake, Nothing ever seems as it is I cried my tears and let go.
Yet I hear your voice haunt me in my sleep, Flash backs run all I keep repeating "Leave" "Leave me be".
Feel empowered but you hold no power over me. 
As I stand , I stand tall and strong just as I will remain strong as a statue.
Nothing can prosper I've mad it threw hell I've won the war. 
You see you hold nothing over my head anymore!


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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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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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Malicious Miracles

A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow. 

Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.

Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow. 

Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes

Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace. 

Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus. 

Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains. 
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.

- Yours Truly


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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?


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Red light, Green light, cigarette buds

Red light, Green light, cigarette buds

Red means stop,
green means go,
cigarette buds punched out in an dirty ash tray
means death is coming for you
and love has run out,
just as the man trying to blow through
the intersection we all know as 'life'
smoking his cigarette clouding his car
with ash and smoke
till the eighteen wheeler rams him off the road
and he turns into fire and ash
like his blackened lungs from all the cigarette buds
that were punched out in the ashtray we all call 'reality'
Red the symbol for blood, which flows from his open wounds
green for his greed for rushing through life
and the cigarette buds that littered his so-called 'great life'

-11/18/2013-


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The Chain - The Burden

I walked a road I had never seen, 
I wanted to see where I might end up; 
Or to find somewhere I might be happy.

Along the road, I stopped; I met a man.
His hair was rough, matted across his face,
And by his waist, a heavy chain did hang.

"Why carry this weight such distance?" I ask,
"What use is a burden heavy as such?"
But the man, he did not answer nor look.

I walked with him and watched him struggle; 
 Emphatic in every step of his woes.
And after some distance, the man he spoke. 

"I bear a link for each lie I have told- 
Increased then by the pound for each hurt soul. 
This burden I bear, this and nothing more."

I gaze at the chain and count twenty-one; 
From waist to the fissure trail on the ground. 
"Such remorse in man, never have I seen."

But the burdened man's face raised no higher; 
His horizons transfixed upon the trail.
Then the next moment, the fragile man fell.

To his side I rushed twice-fast in my stride, 
I eased him rear onto his tautened back
And swept his black, sweat-matted hair aside.

Here I peered into an ageing face
That I came to recognize as my own.
And those eyes; sad, cold, alone and glassy.

I took some water from my travel pouch
And touched it to those age old, pale, cracked lips; 
Remembering the lies he- I, carried.

I roused him to drink, urged him to my last 
But his sad face, in my hands, turns to ash,
And is carried off in a sudden breeze

Now racked by my guilt from a past I had
yet to commit, I drank my last and took
The chain. As I walked, the weight increased.

I stumble on, with this wretch at my waist;
Lose count of the minutes, hours, days and, nights;
Bearing my own, of yet fictional, sins.

"I bear a link for each lie I have told- 
Increased then by the pound for each hurt soul. 
This burden I bear, this and nothing more."



This poem is my acceptance that my past isn't perfect; I'm not a perfect 
person and no one in the world is. This poem is to remind me to deal with my 
wrong decisions and carry my cross for them, but also to remind me to keep 
the people I hurt to a minimum and never set out to intentionally hurt another 
person. 


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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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The Breakdown

Kill me now,
no one needs to know how.
They don't care anyways,
let me waste away.

I'm so alone,
I'm always on my own.
I was happy one minute,
now I want to cut.

I'm trying to stay strong,
but it's been too long.
I'm giving up,
since no one is helping me up.

I'm falling down,
and there's no one around 
to keep me sane,
so all I want is pain.


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Otherside

Two paths I cant choose
shoes racked, knee caps on the pews
Hands clasped we ask for a few
Key At Bats just to come through
Cause its the fact that we don't have a clue
about what is right or true
white or blue, its misconstrued
This world's view, so tried and true
Loves the lies that its spews 
Recite spite just to argue
On the news flea bites ensue
To make you believe what you should be like
tattoos,  earrings, abuse subdued's your hearing
cant move the muse that's sneering 
the proof is mute but blaring
This route of blues is wearing
my cold shoulders are veering
my soul's holstered and fearing
These sold soldiers are tearing, us apart
We need a spark, light this dark
torque the wrench and raise the bar
scorch the bench and make a mark
 were told were quenched, when were starved
excuse my french, but our shit's
stench does not come from our arse
These sand sharks that stand on shore
can't answer The question marks,
Were all the bark with no roar
Morality's at ground floor
trying to eat pork With salad forks
Just like mister Macklemore
this hits right at you're apples core


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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


Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

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


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Fears of Years

So here I am at seventy five
Breathing well and still alive
Do wish I'd put away some stash
Life is better with more cash
Yet now with each and every day
Someone else has passed away
So even with their saved up dough
There's no place now for them to go
The plans that all these others made
Very quickly starts to fade
So just be thankful for your days
And use them in the best of ways
For no one ever really knows
When their days on earth will close
Just drop envy; let greed go
Try to keep your life in tow
Let others count their neighbors bucks
A waste of time that really sucks
Just be glad you've got your life
Accept some problems and the strife
Never think things can't get worse
You could be lying in a hearse


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Without

Pulled in, 
Pulled too tightly 
No more almighty. 
Sucked under,
No surrender, 
Tight.
Haunted with the thought of leaving.
I flaunted no reason to give, 
like time, the seasons hide from my seeing eye.
My conscious mind can not reason with the unknown. 
My anguished thoughts released. My words, caught on your sleeve.
And,
Engraved, 
Craved onto your broken heart
My tone, imprinted.
Imprinted so carelessly.
With no hint of  forgiving.
I can not resist the residing grief.

Copyright © Christina Clark


Details | Didactic | |

Misty Clouds

Suddenly it looks misty
and cloudy.
A miasma of our duplicitous past
Is hanging over the Niger.
Blowing down from the polar.
It looks like rain again.
Rain again,
Whoever wants it to rain again.
 
Who is it that taught you
Such mendacity:
You were "born to rule"?
Whoever lied to you that
The more southerners you killed
Or the more churches you bombed,
The more virgins you will be
entitled to in heaven?
 
Whoever told them
We can not match their missiles or
Even quench their fires
With the waters we have in the khamsin?
 
It looks like a storm again
But we no longer use machetes.
They appear to be ready;
Chanting their war songs.
But we pray not for this impending rain of blood.


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I kiss the Lips

Light it, hiding in his eyes, because he calms my soul,
he calms me down, and claims my dignity,
I kiss his lips
because he helps me dream, and inspires my thoughts.
The breath that comes shows me the unknown,
Imagine the impossible, claim the stolen visions and
Helps me to dream again.

When i kiss him in the dark, he gives me pleasure and strengthens 
My strength
When i kiss him,
I dream the impossible; see the shining stars in the cloudy weather
His breath makes me want to kiss him again and again
When i kiss him
I forget the past,
i hardly see the depth of the present, for he only shows me
The future, what it will bring not what it might.

Man, you've got to try him, 
in the dark he's gentle,
in the light he's invisible,
in public he's a shame.

I kissed Him because
He brings me joy, excitement that i never thought it existed.
Now that the restroom is too small for our little secret,
Now that the dark can’t handle our intimate he slowly coming out, kissing me all over,
You my weakness, you are no longer my roll on, 
My arms can’t let you go,
my lips are longing for more
And my body desires you more than yesterday
I can’t escape from your presence.

Now that i want to release you,
You go behind my back, break boundaries and kiss me in front of my pastor,
Man, I want to let you go,
But my emotions are saying "yes"
Yes and my body can’t live without you.

you stole my reality naturalism and made it yours.
I kissed your lips for my pressure, 
And you impregnated me in return,
Now that I want to escape 
You lock every door, and lock me in.
I want to go, I want to return to my me.
i want to let you go,
but I’m addicted to your pink soft 
Lips.

i crave for your presence,
i crave for more of you, 
for I no longer own my life you do,
I kissed his lips for fun, in return He swallowed my pride.
Cigarette you my addiction.


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TIME TO REAP

It's time to reap what I have sown
Distant memories now overgrown
Good times gone, the tab remains
There's hell to pay I'm going insane

Spring time love was once in bloom
For self restraint there wasn't room
Planted wild oats with many dames
Summer's heat passed, Winter came

Now old and gray I clutch my pen
Bills are long for my sins back then
No joyful days will I ever see again
But I steal a moment of remember when

*A tribute to Mark Twain

Date: 9-12-14


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


Details | Classicism | |

Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole



Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart



I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace



Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me



But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much



I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


Details | I do not know? | |

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...



Details | Free verse | |

I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.
Amen.


Details | I do not know? | |

Only Choice

To the back or to the front

On my forehead or under my chin

To my temple

Out of my mouth, 

Or in.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

QUANDARY

Opening the window for a breeze… Dogs are barking!  My mind is only on me.  Relaxing…  As my story of the day unfolds, someone knocks.  Startling me, I hurry to the front door.  There stands an image of long-ago.  We hug and I let him in.  I begin to remember how deeply in love I was with this man.  But our destinies had to part and I left with my heart.  We talked for hours.  No intimacy transpired between us because we knew our lives was not fair to us and therefore, we did not desire any closeness.  Just reminiscence of tragedy we had went through for healing purposes on this three-year Anniversary.

***

What happen?  You may ask.  This is the tale as is.

***

His mother desired to be me.  So she set out to steal my identity.  In darkness she laid in our bed waiting on Ted.  A man entered the room and she presumed her man had come home.  Voicing that she was there, my stalker shot her three times in the head.  The bullets were for me.  In irony, she had really stolen my identity.  He shot himself as well ending my dilemma.

The police came on the screen afraid that it was me.  Ted and I played it off.  He had told me his ordeal with his mother as a teenager.  He was the star athlete at our high school.  His mother was unstable and desired him for her sex tool.  She will explain that this would keep them close but he could not tell anyone.  His grandmother, on his father side, had filled Ted in on his mother family history of incest.  Ted figured he did not want any part of that mess.  So he asked his father could he live with him but he also keep in contact with his mother because of his sister and brother.  His father said yes to Ted and asked his other kids did they want to live with him as well.  It so happen that his sister was close to their mother and his brother was also.  So they said no.

Ted graduated from high school as valedictorian of his class and his body was explosive.  Ted was fine as he could be.  He now could communicate with his mother without her approaching him for sex.  He had not told his father of this instead he kept this to himself.  Nevertheless, his mother, in secret, still desired her son.

Ted and I started dating in high school.  I was familiar with his family through us living in the same metropolitan city; however, not in the same community.  We end up going to the same university in the city we lived in and our relationship flourished.

We moved into our apartment while we were in college and his mother use to come over.  And now, three years later, we remember the tragedy.  Ted cries out to me and I answered.  We are bonded by our relationship but not by marriage.  He has successfully conquered his demons and mine's disappear on that night of my stalker death.

Ted mother was wealthy and I knew that she only was nice to  me because of Ted.  The police discovered she had paid my stalker to pursue me as his prey.  Ted has been told this as well and he stated that is why his mother is dead in which he says quietly to himself, “This ends this horrid tale.”

[Queasy Queen Beings and they do not know anything of it. Ted is Queasy Queen’s son and he has her powers. He would have acquired his mother’s powers without help, which would have been through incest before forty (40). However, incest did not happen between Ted and his mother, Queasy Queen; therefore, he will acquire her powers at the age of forty (40) via other means.  His sister and brother have theirs but did not divulge because there mother had explain theirs to them when she bestowed.  Telling Ted’s sister, Harmony, at ten (10) years of age what she was doing as she assisted her in getting dressed. she kissed her neck. Telling Ted’s brother, Destine, at fifteen (15) years of age, when he was leaving why she kissed him.  Incest was only for Ted because he was the oldest and her first born.  His grandmother on his father side knew nothing of this because she was human and disagreed with incest openly.  More so, this was unheard of through entities of the government.]


Details | Rhyme | |

This Girl

There's this girl,
who was once very beautiful,
who saw beauty in the world,
who was very wonderful.

This girl was then hurt.
She didn't know how to deal with it,
she decided to put it in the dirt,
it was her way of hiding it.

This girl hid it very long,
no one knew she had pain,
no one knew she was hurt all along,
until she went insane.

This girl went suicidal,
she was unable to see,
what was possible.
This girl is me.


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow Rock

Cobwebs cover the window sills
And dust chokes the doors
All is quiet, air stagnant as camera stills
Take heed, steer clear of these shores

On dark nights they shine the beacon
Sound the horn to signal danger
Tarry not, your resolve shall weaken
For its they you should fear, stranger

Dread not the sunken pirate ships
But here’s no safe harbor to dock
The night crew, the Graveyard Crypts
Man the lighthouse on this rock”


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Abyss

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Blank verse | |

dont cry

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
Inside the womb
A cold bleak world
You said goodbye without seeing my face

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
Lifeless body
Your soul said
I Love you dad unembrace

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
You entered this world
And went away 
Knew the pained I felt

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
I am weeping through the storm
As dark days tried to elude me
Tiny hand held a candle for me 

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
Still I longed to see you
For how long my child
Still I'm hurt, it hurts.


Details | Didactic | |

Suffering And Pain

            Suffering And Pain

Walking to the store is an ordinary boring undertaking
It requires a list, some time and spending money
And very little else
They say it is easier than war
It takes no skill, no one gets killed for sure
But when some idiot runs you over with their SUV
On the sidewalk in the light of day
While drinking coffee, texting, reading comics
And driving at great speed
Then something must be said
Their pleasure is your pain and suffering
No one gets out of life alive. That’s understood
And undertakers must survive 
There is no escape from here or from their kind
Perhaps if you used your vehicle for shopping
Things would turn out better
But I’m sure there is a meteor out there
With your name and license plate remembered


Details | Rhyme | |

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…


Details | I do not know? | |

Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


Details | Free verse | |

Society


They always say you can't be beautiful
Without being skinny as a stick
But damn it society I want to be seen and I want to be...
beautiful in my own way
Before the blood drips on the floor
from the scratches in my arm
from the pain inside my heart
don't you understand

You're making this too hard on us
us girls with a little extra weight
us girls with bumps on our face
just shut up I'm sick and tired of this
This shouldn't have to be my fate

I don't want to die to be seen and heard
to be recognized as someone beautiful...
But isn't that the only way?
When a society you thought you knew is telling you that you can't be beautiful
without having to fit some social standard
that's bull*****don't you understand
That's why so many teenagers are dying every day 

I want to be pretty 
without having to change
is that too much to ask

I want to be loved 
without having to change who I am! 
By a girl instead of a man
Let me live my own life
stop telling me that I can't! 

Society you're killing us all
making us take our life because you all can't understand
that being who you are is what makes you beautiful

But we have to take a knife to our throat
to make you all see
the beauty inside of us
Can't you let us be. 

I want to be beautiful...
but I just don't know how
when everyone around me 
is telling me how to live 

Make this stop
This pain and suffering

Let us all be equal
A whole 
No more hurt
no more sorrow
no more suicide

Just make it stop...


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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!


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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?


Details | I do not know? | |

Charon's obol

In the shadow, behind the tree, 
on the meadow, bend your knee,
down the valley, up the stream, flat bedrock,
hear me scream, bellow the heavens, toward hell,
dark tunnel, wishing well; fellow traveler listen well,
no chance given, could you tell, 
on a knife-edge, head or tail?


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


Details | Crystalline | |

Frozen In Crystalline - Number 2

Frozen In Crystalline – Number -2

On hours born near nights wild snow storm
Light draws us home to a fire light warm

Created on 11/22/14 for Frozen In Crystalline – Number - 2


Details | Rhyme | |

I Have The Power To Kill Iniquity

I have the power to move desperation,
I think about my ideas,
And I move my mind to my own world of imagination,
I use my powers to move people into a land of peace,
I throw my mind on the paper,
And my confidence in the pencil,
As I control the negative mind with great thoughts,
So blissful,
I have the power to move depression,
The power to flatten an emotional erruption,
I use it to save an innocent life,
I can kill an evil mind,
As sharp as a knife,
I have the power to move sorrow,
And slap it with the joys of tommorow,
I have the power to create happiness in mid air,
I have the power to blind hate with trickery,
I have the power to kill iniquity.


Details | Free verse | |

Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


Details | Rhyme | |

Ideological War of the Worlds

 The coming times can unfold,
far accross to all lands,
the casting shadow has fallen,
with it's far reaching hands,
accross our four cornered world,,
 Humanity progressed to progressive sufferage,
that comes with many names,
the ideology won without a shot,
convinced populations into guilted shame,
lost are voices of courage,,
 The warring world will arise,
between makers and takers,
parasitic ideology's green eyed mind,
re-writing regulations by progressive thinkers,
big brother's utopian great enterprise,,
 Dependent we all become, parasitically,
even forced fed into submission,
by governmental state so enlarged,
numbered you are by institution,
nothing owned, only redistributed cynically,,
 Paupers suffer under progressive fortitude,
soulless programs of living propaganda,
your worth, what you produce,
socialized into this living agenda,
living taxed products of servitude,
           , and then...
 The rise will come independent,
carrying courage and freedom proudly,
with wisdoms weapon in hand,
knowledge in the other soundly,
honor reclaimed by the sentient,,
 Independent declarations germinating from seed,
feared by any progressive regime,
warriors in freedom stand tall,
threatened is the progressive dream,
renewing freedoms that will breed,,
 The liberty that spawned revolution, 
alive from all moral conceptions,
viewed as evil that's progressive,
feared are soulless seeking redemption,
the light of liberty's salvation,,
 Beating freedoms of sentient heart,
the salvation of fighting worth,
a force greater than any darkness,
warriors of liberty step forth,
champions of honor that impart,,
     , next, the final chapter of...
 Ideological war of the worlds,
eye to eye never seen,
the hatred between clearly drawn,
problems with peace to intervene,
the conflict as it unfolds,,
 Coming as thieves of night,
armys on both sides  comes,
fortifying and building societial walls,
truth and lies propaganda welcomes,
armored suited masses to fight,,
 Emerges the lights of honor,
the independent class called defenders,
private elites of character gold,
the shadows behind all pretenders,
opperatives that's far more superior,,
 Defenders are warriors of light,
core beliefs that's solely independent,
religiously organized they never follow,
thorns in a crowned tyrant,
independent wills of great might,,
 They are why freedom thrives,
true leaders leading into tomorrow,
that govern by liberty's will
that invites everyone to follow,
founding fathers of our lives..  


Details | Haiku | |

What Would You Do

What would you do if you knew this was my last day to live??
Would you try and save or let me go?
Would you even care for my soul?
What would you do if I was a fallen angel?
Would you still recognize me?
Would you talk to me or ignore me?
What would you do if I died?
Would you have a funeral for me, so all my friends & family could come?
Would you cry or even mourn a 'lil bit?
Would you care that I was gone, or would be happy?
What would you do if I was a ghost?
Would you feel me right beside you, guarding you, Watching over you, protecting you?
Would you see me?
Tell me would you walk all over me, or maybe even walk through me, as if I weren't there?
What would you do if I was a demon?
Would you still love me then?
Would you still care and forgive me?
Would you just say "You are stupid, and I hate you?"
What would you do if I were and angel?
Would you love me more, or would you love me less?
Would you feel me touch you, and comfort you when you need someone and you think noone is there for you, well that's a lie, cause I am right here beside you to catch you if you fall, to dry your tears, and to heal your wounds of any kind.
What would you do if I was still alive?
Would you continue to hate me, and call me sadistic names?
Would this world still be cruel?
Would there still be a rule?
What would you do?
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn Palmer
Finished:08-07-11
9:42P.M.
age: 14


Details | ABC | |

Under the Cross

A conscious effort
by the constrained
creates nothing.

Devoid of inspiration,
enraged egotists find 
fault in selfless pursuit of
glory.

Hampered by the
infancy of others,
jettisoned memories of
ketamine disassociation allow
lies to fester.

Myopic interludes of 
nihilistic pleasure
only serve to
profundicate the 
questionably sane 
revolver in my hands
sublime speech on world peace.

There is no sense left
under the cross.
Violins are broken,
weapons formed while
xylophone keys shatter
Yale’s prestige as king of the
zoo. 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Do you like my raven eyes

As I walked down the street 
this morning 
I tried to be polite and inconspicuous 
You stare into my eyes; 
My brown eyes speak louder than my 
Husky voice ever will 

What are you looking for? 
Do you liked what you see 
Pain, shame or a sense of connection 
Love, nowhere to be found 
It ruthless, it vanishes, it disappoint 
By now us all know the stories 
Of lost-love, 

It begin with a smile 
A kiss, a warm embrace, 
Then tear and fears 
Do you love the raven in my eyes 
Sorry stranger! 
I paid my tithes, 

However, 

I lost my loves 
Caw, caw, caw! 
Do you love the raven in my eyes


Details | Lyric | |

An Unmet Expectation

“Expectation is the root of  all heartache”
Those fine words that were once read
Now every vital syllable is felt
Before them I was misled
With false yearning I was fed
I voluntarily injected myself with anticipation and adoration 
And sadly I failed to infuse you with the same potion
All this lead to an empty commotion 
An inner hidden turmoil of some sort
And like a shattered plate my heart fell to the ground
Living in a mirage of high expectancy and wishful thinking
Yet this hope has been misplaced
It took an epiphany to shatter my nerves and alert my senses 
That Fraud of an appeal was the stem to my heartache 
A moment of awareness mixed with the residue of regret
Denial the first step of any anguish
Molding my image of you that you have now tarnished 
Looking for some sort of justification
Like a patriot for his fallen nation
Denial Denial Denial
It rings and sings in my ear
Like a gong struck with intensity
It rang and vibrated through my ear majestically
Now my mind to you it fakes a false conspiracy 
To justify such actions I can stay hours pondering upon
Yet one day the truth will hit me
So tonight I choose to rid myself of it all
Before I crumble and fall
Tonight I rid myself of it and u…
I rid myself of it all…


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | I do not know? | |

Combat

I remember that day and never looking back
I said goodbye to my family and grabbed my duffel bag
Im off to be a hero just like my grandfather and my dad
Im going to fight for America Im going to become a man 
I will make you all proud by protecting all your dreams
Generations of battles war nerve pumping throughout my veins
Familiar echoing war drum beating inside from my angry heart
No sooner than I am deployed the blood shed and death will start
Nothing could prepare me for the violence I would see
I met death with my first kill, and made a deal with inhumanity
My first experience of occupation I fired at every moving car
The rules of engagement were simple kill everything both near and far
Giving candy to little kids all named Michel Jackson, but not to win hearts
But to use them as human shields against  the enemy insurgent charge
Women and child seperated from their husbands and father
We were lethal shepherds in armor hurding the lambs into the slaughter
Still to this day when I close my eyes their screams become my ghost
Eight months inside the hole, I lost myself, I lost all of my hope
My dreams become a horror for my nightmares have now over filled
And from my cup and my eyes their blood will be poured and spilled
I look at a tattered picture of my own family back at home
But can not smile or remember or I too will come undone
Numb by design, programmed in fear, and not to feel
Compassion has left me alone, I am cold organic steel
Casualties of war are corpses I ran over in the valleys and the fields
Im a killing machine a 1014 an M16 are the swords that I weild
A modern day holocaust ordered to kill anything posing a threat
But when getting fired upon from a crowd its hard to identify a target
Lock and load Little Elvis once again it's time to kill
Weapons forged against us lay in the terrain and hides in the hills
RPG fires into defending walls as bullets fire screaming past my head
Machine gunners leveled that f@@#ing building while my comrades are laying dead
Adrenalin pumping fuels the plans for my next attack
Hot flashes of steel pierces my skin as shrapnel shreds through my flak 
People who were in prayer were no safer from their deaths
Bodies still burning, in pieces, or taking their final breath
Children run through my site with tears inside their innocent stripped eyes
She was no older than ten as she watched her little brother die
Deafened ears fall upon me, blood now is my fate 
Hell is abroad in this desolate God forsaken place 
Soldiers took trophy pictures of their faces with the dead
Who is the enemy I wonder, this doesn't make any sense
The boy who left home to become a man he never did come back
His soul still wanders the Tigris River lost forever to Combat

For all of my fallen friends, heroes, and families. You are always with me and will see you soon


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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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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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PHANTOM OF MY INSANITY

An unsuspecting faithless visionary 
Conceived by an eclipse most voluntary

A creation of it's unequivocal delusion
Yet it's direction remains constant for submission

Deceived into false paradise
But its creator stands victimized

Vapid attitude charming its prey
Manipulating gratitude evoking disarray

Blindfolded by my adversity
He is forgetful of my diversity

Resembling the Phantom of my insanity
Imprudently demanding exuberant gravity

Remembering my crude perception
Forbidding my master with my flammable deception

As the Phantom of my insanity was released from within
Being indulgent in my fortitude and freed from his sin.


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Sins and Virtues Chapter One

Covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil the bride stands before her groom
and a vile host of wedding guests.  The heat and hate that filled the air was so 
thick that they all choked on it.  Baffled and amazed that Lust the biggest 
slut ever was about to be wed to Greed.  Everyone watched with anticipation as 
a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.  The words that flowed from 
the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords.  "Disgustingly 
wicked we have come together in the presences of demonic forces to witness 
and behold the joining of this devil and slut in unholy matrimony.  This band 
and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness.  Lust will you 
have Greed to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage?
Will you obey him, lay with him and fulfill his sexual desires as long as you 
both shall live?"  With the flames of hell burning in her eyes Lust answers "I 
will".  "Greed will you have Lust to be your wife; to live together in the 
convenant of marriage?  Will you supply and adorn her with riches 
as long as you both shall live?"  With a twinkle in his eyes that sparkles like 
gold Greed answers "I will".  "By the powers invested in evil the
bride and groom may kiss".  As their lips 
touched their wedding guests was as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to 
the wedding guest Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus flytraps 
over her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of 
the air.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green 
Poet aka Red Seven


Details | Free verse | |

Hunger Spot

                                 Hunger Spot

Hunger is usually done alone, in the dirty card board box, called home
On wet, cut corners out of traffic, forever in unguarded dark
Winds, harsh voices, howling on hollow self and scene are what remain
The food is gone, never to return
Hunger; it reminds you of life, of chronic pain, leaving little else
I tried to eat my shoe today, thinking it was leather…It was not
Plastics should come in assorted varied flavors
To see me through the night
I expect things to get better in my box
If not, there is always hunger to fill this empty spot


Revised 11/03/14 for- "Any Poem 12- line MAX"- Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wooded Cottage of Highwayman

Nestled deep in the tawny, drab woodland
Sedate cottage neither haughty nor grand
Sparse hovel of unassuming, itinerant brigand
Martial decor of detached highwayman starkly bland
The etched path sculpted by intemperate hand
No manicured garden on the scrubby strand
Briers and brambles errant straggler must withstand
Thatched clapboards stable his stallion firebrand
Unruly swine garnish acorns from scraggly wasteland
Buried deep in his cellar pilfered contraband



Per chance drifter did the terrain assay
And chose that toilsome, forsaken way
A spartan welcome hauteur did convey
No lodgings, accoutrements could sway
If for grace, mercy they did pray
Only a cold shoulder he did relay
If they tested his temperance and sued for trite parley
He reconnoitered their belongings through wordplay
If no net value they were beguiled to betray
Their worthless lives he did indignantly slay


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

No friends

It's sort of amazing.  
The fact that I have no social network.
Always thought myself social; is it the city?
Even The Red Hot Chilly Peppers had depressed friends while I haven't that.
One moved  away, another I told I'd kill when he looked down his nose at me; one disconnected and Christine got married.
So peculiar but it can't solely  be  	 
 me.
 Tethered  ,  to machines, the fact    is I'm  with robot while the whole world dreams.
Never won a superlative, but I played sports.
I talk to many even   though  there were parties  when I wandered off.
I learned to play and sing, I read about  one or another thing, and not just to keep it to myself.
Then why is it I'm sitting here, so tempted against all odds to take the last step?
 Finish the job and turn in the phone. erase the emails and become uncle Joe?
To  walk solo like Tom Hanks  in  Big; in a crowd behind a shroud.
The irony of it all is  how it ends.  In  the biggest of cities     without  any friends.  …


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

November 1868

Bloody was the scene. November 1868
Was the beginning and the end of so much blood! 
The spreading echoes
And fade extended far, down the village of Southern
Cheyenne, behind the depth of the Sand Greek Massacre,
With the shine of women and children
Was the luxuriant of a man named Boy General?
Or the soulless Long Hair assassin!

In throng books of history whose branches gleaming
With silly prospect, given Glory Hunter
With his tilted sombrero, an accord hero
But we must extent our eyes far way back
And took him as a butcher and a murder,
In pencil-and-stones as the monster that was that Cuter.

The scene was November of 1868—-
Whence its greatness of it was the pure blood—
The spread lot of children's hearts 
And voices that never die! Resounded far
In today melody, the happy lot, the lake of gusts.

Bloody was the victory from yesterday, but today,
As a fine arm, down the depths and once again,
From whom our past stand, it must create
By the bloody freedom that a man named Glory Hunter—-
Long Hair has no more—

Who’s slated us to be stronger? 
Fighting the rules from a past. What rules? You must ask.
The rules that we know—being a free Indian,
Being an Indian at last!
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Run away

Meets her friends by the liquor store
Bon jovi is playing across town
Just a few hours and she will be back
She thinks its nothing wrong

Gets a guy to buy beers for them
Cause they we all underage
They get in his car for a ride 
While the opening act performs on stage

She ask for a cigarette
And gives he gives her alight
Drinking the beers and laughing
In the middle of the night 

She thinks of her little brother
Maybe he’s fast asleep in a dream
She knows she lied to him but 
Tomorrow she will take him for ice cream

You said that you were just going out
To get a pack of cigarette
But you never did come back
Sister did you forget

And I waited all night for you
Lay in bed with my telephone
Wondering were you are
But you never comeback home

Have you forgotten your little brother?
A million times I dial your number
Have you forgotten me, my sister?
Is that why you never want to answer

Mama cries all the time
She don’t know why you run away
If you can see how she’s hurting
I know you would come back home today

Its two weeks since you been gone
Mama’s putting up your pictures on every wall
Everyday praying for a miracle
Hoping that some one will call

And she talks to daddy today
First time since the divorce
And he will be here tomorrow morning
He said we will find you at all cost

Then he looks out the window
And sees the police cars arrive
And his mother holds her head and cries
For they have found her alive

She was found by passer by
Unconscious in the drain
She wakes after two weeks in the hospital
They never r found her friends again

Runaways are innocent minds
And for a moment lack of judgment
Some are lucky to make back home
And for some it can be very detriment


Details | Free verse | |

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




Details | Free verse | |

EVERYDAY IS A NEW DAY

EVERY DAY IS A NEW DAY 
Though in a dark crucible 
Cruel fate for you.
A hearth built 
And for the crow 
of the cock, with 
frail hope 
your dawn  waits. 
Disheartened though 
for your dreams 
By a dark veil 
of vagueness wreathed, 
And your easterly 
light, dark fate eclipsed 
But never with the eyes of yesterday 
into tomorrow gaze 

For everyday, a new day is
The morn, a new hope it heralds.
And it’s benign ray a courage for
Conquest over cruel fate it brings. 


Cloaked in sulleness 
Robed in nadir
On you, eerie fate 
spitefully smiles, 
for a dark thorny path 
To your eyrie 
it carved for you. 
And even for a glint of light 
you grope. 
And oft time into the ditch of 
futility you fall though. 
In your impregnable dreams 
find a strength to stand 
But, never stand, for behind 
To look, but to ask yourself why.. 

For everyday, a new day is
The morn, a new hope it heralds.
And it’s benign ray a courage for
Conquest over cruel fate it brings. 
      


Details | Free verse | |

Red Rage

The recess's of my mind, 
are a mystery to me.
Come, 
step into the wake of my mind.

I shall make you quake.

I do not control thee.
The fear I can create is untold.
Rage I can not hold.
I am on overload.
I know not what I do!

Uncontrolled .
Free to spew.
Unrelenting in my unwavering rage.
Rampant in my mind.

Red rage living in a cage.
The beast of me,
Is thee hell of my being.

Anger was what I was feeling


Details | Lyric | |

Asymmetrical


The boots moved slowly,
Crunching sun-baked clay.
A hazy wind down alleyways,
It moves with moans 
Then whistles softly,
Quickly gone.

A child stands in a doorway
Pulling something from his robe.
He keys in certain numbers, 
Only doing as he's told.

He waits, then hears a bomb
As it explodes.
A helmet lands and bounces
Near his feet.
He shrugs. then merges with a
crowded street.


Gene Bourne
06-03-14








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Details | I do not know? | |

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.



Details | Rhyme | |

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.






Details | Romanticism | |

Battlefield of Love

Battlefield of Love

Us against the world 
This battlefield of love 
Weapons loaded 
We smile bright 
Our happiness a target 
Were prepared for war 
We march forward 


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost and Found -unedited version-

Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
 
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
 
Have I lost the race?
 
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
 
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
 
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?


Details | Free verse | |

Blind

What is it that we see when we open our thick eyes? 
Are we astounded by untouched beauty, or seared by caustic lies? 

But our eyes, see only what they wish to see
be it pristine, dull, or a stain, we strive to understand, unknowing

that a concrete truth is almost impossible to find, hidden beneath layers and layers of illusion
much like a gem is buried in stone, never shown to others, and lying alone.

Truth matters not, not in the game we call life
when a decorous portrait can hide the ugliest imperfections

in a sense an image is evanescent, and like a picture can be painted over and over
making those oblivious to the meaning behind the mad blend of color.

Some artists are wisened and know the game well.
But at the end of the day, you look in the mirror, and all you see is yourself


Details | Ballad | |

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.


Details | Sonnet | |

Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep

Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep

Shadows crept into my room late at night
those dark nasty ones with razor like teeth
Defiant I soon dared to taunt and fight
slimy ones prancing down and underneath

Climbing ones scratched slowly up moving walls
fat, dark and nasty ones scattered about
Shrieking ones gave out wicked little calls
some cursed my soul with demonic shout 

Last came ever patient and slashing kind
creeping in so close to my shaking bed
Searching very slow for bare toes to find 
clawing bed sheets now wrapped over my head

A light blasts on from lamp on my nightstand
Strange, they vanished, I never lifted my hand!

Robert J. Lindley, 08 -22 -2014

Dark memories haunt my past.
I know such are dead and blessings are here 
now to last...


Details | Free verse | |

Fighting Depression

Black Night! Black Thoughts!
merging into one
No sword shall sever this Gordian knot
that binds my being
in thoughts of longing and despair
My tortured soul cries out
filled with a longing 
to crush the things that torment me so
I see them with the mind's eye
and would strangle them 
but they recede into the shadows of night
to mock me anew in ripened time

But now let my soul be at rest
even for a fleeting moment
for I am free
Free!
The very sound is music to my ear
filling the mind with such fantasies
that leap to the heavens
and leaves me panting just alive
As a man who is spent
I rest
and waves of gentleness flood my soul

The thought of a tender kiss
the smell of a rose
Jove's nectar
soothes my being
and sets my soul at ease
to gather up courage
to face another day


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | Free verse | |

O' Sandy

As we lay beneath the moons glare
A simple look will never prepare
It seems quite
It seems peaceful
Without the light nothing appears displaced
Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight
The suns arrival comes with the truth
Now we can see what needs to be seen
It disguises as if it was a dump
Yet, it never was the place of any garbage
A day ago it was a living society set with a stage
The performance came her name was sandy
The audience took her act to heart
She took lives
She took memories
She tore us all apart
A scary performance, always to be remembered 
Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread



Details | Narrative | |

Sins and Virtues Chapter Two

"By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss".  As their lips touched
their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to the wedding guests
Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps over her head.  Stepping in front
of Sloth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow
slurred speech.  "Think you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".  Turning around 
to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy
and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride
motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.
Slow to take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this
party started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came
rising in the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love
as they stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer
to the question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by
the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.  Beep, beep, beep, "Well this is a perfect time 
for my communicator to beep"  breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.  "Hello Faith how are you?"  "I'm fine Love and how are you?"  "I'm ready to
start this new era in my life".  "I'm looking over your wedding file.  Are there any last minute 
changes you want to make?"  "No Faith everything's perfect".  "I'm outside your house waiting for
you Love.  Let's get going".  "I'll be right down.  I have to go Loyalty".  Grabbing Love by the waist
and pulling her close Loyalty whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"  "I've wanted
you when I first saw you.  Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven


Details | Blank verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Broken, Taken

My heart has been ripped;
With pride I was stripped.
I felt my heart's last beat
Before it fell at your feet.

There's a hole in my chest
But the pain will not rest.
It kept on digging deeper
Making me feel emptier.

Night has been permanent;
It was a constant opponent.
In darkness my pain grew;
Tell me, what must I do?

I have swallowed my pride
But was brushed to the side.
What do you want from me?
Why wont you set me free?

I have already tried so hard,
Leaving me badly scarred.
Are my scars not enough?
Do you think I'm that tough?

My heart you have broken,
My pride you have taken.
What more do you need?
Do you want me to bleed?


Details | Free verse | |

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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Sorry

You say you’re sorry 
To her starry lit eyes
Underneath the blue, blue skies
You say you’re sorry
But sorry doesn’t help
No matter what you do 
It will all come back to you
The happy 
The sad
The fun
The bad
You say you’re sorry
But she still cries
For she knows she won’t be able to look into your eyes
You say you’re sorry
But sorry won’t cure a broken heart
You’ll still be friends if she agrees
But she doesn’t want to
She won’t be able to handle it
She says she’s sorry
It doesn’t help
You’ll miss her and you know that
But you move on
And take whatever life gives
You think you’ll never forget that bad night
You’re both sorry
But you won’t see each other the way you use to
You’ll be sorry for the rest of your life
But life moves on
And you forget
Until one day when you meet again
You’ll be happy, you both will
Then you say those two words
The same words that got you into this mess
“I’m sorry”
This time it’s different though
You can’t let each other be
You think “We’re made for each other… but how can it be?”
For the time you were apart 
It brought you closer together
And the words I’m sorry
Are a thing of the past
For now you say those three special words
“I love you”


Details | I do not know? | |

Stand with me

It hurts when you realize your the person you never wanted to be
When your smiles are just a disguise to cover a frown
When laughter just comes when it hear everyone else s
When our torn down and broken and just a depressed
And you don't know why or what happen
No specific event caused it 
You happiness just got up and paused it 
Your life
Now you have to think twice before you want to go hang out with friends because you don't want to be a Debby Downer
Because this pain
This pain you feel NO ONE with ever understand
It is unexplainable and you don't want them to understand
You don't Want anymore pills or a mental heath hospital bed
Or to be locked up and caged up like and animal
Like you not human
Just because they think and want to help
If you want to help me Show me LOVE
Because that is all i ever need it 
Yes i have heard it
And yes i remember feeling it a few times in my life
But i want the kind of love like soldiers willing to die for this country when they give the orders
And no i am not talking about like the wars today 
And talking about wars like the civil war 
A single person running in to battle just with the faith that his fellow soldiers will stand behind him and not flee
Because that the kind of love i need
To have the courage to be my self and have faith the everyone will love me for it and stand behind me
To experiment on me and to know that people will except it just to have a piece of me
To cry and not be called weak
To know whether or whether not i am skinny ,fat or thick that i will be loved 
Every scar ,imperfect mark, Stupid habit , lump. roll , curve,temper tantrum, will basically through everything
That i will be loved and respected for being me
Not this Hot mess that everyone has shaped and molded me to be
Me raw , No covering or attachments
And that is all i have ever what to be 
And even thought i am still searching  
i want to know and be sure at the end of my journey you will love me (who ever that person might be)
And i will do the same for you


To my readers i am a young poet , if you read my last poem you will know i am 15 this is me. .i wrote this poem because i just woke up
Feeling like writing but i was to afraid of what people might think. Angered with my self i put it in my head that i would
do this and not care i am proud of my work whether you like it or not. Much love goes to all my viewers
and i hope you comment they mean a lot to me,

~April


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Spark

Letters scrawled for broken brains
The charge of the heart won't spark it
So move it
feel it
So kill it
feed it

Repetition creates disaster
Reposition and spark the flower
Repetition creates disaster
Resolution follows after

Closer now to the urge
Sinking and flying do resurge
Brainwaves ate the purge
Don't forget
Don't submerge

Resolution from the plaster
Repetition creates disaster
Reposition and spark the flower
Repetition kills them after


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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 | |

Investigating Jack the Ripper - The Bait

He cuts throats too, my dear friend Ramsay!
How can I sing myself to comfort,
Sing wonderfully, as my father brags,
With a cut throat!?
Perhaps the draining of my fluids shall be our killer's lullaby,
As he sleeps soundly with the soothing flow
Of my newly dead blood!

With an uncertain sigh,
I now stand alone, quaking!
Cruel thought imagining despairing fate
How could Ramsay have so much faith in a cowardly girl
When faith is simply what she lacks? 
She is out to find an evil one unseen,
A twisted fiend that can be he that passes—or he!
Where shall she go from here?
Surely she cannot stand in this spot forever;
The rain has already chilled the coward to the bone,
When all she has on for warmth, the foolish child,
Is a thin old sweater?
But, ah, her bone is to be chilled once more,
And the weather, I'm afraid, will not be the cause. . .

-this is a dark soliloquy of a character in an unfinished play about Jack I wrote... maybe a couple years ago? I gottah put a date on these things! Haha-


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Psychotic Episode

I talk to myself in many voices
Having conversations with myself
Answering my own questions
Thinking it is something else
The mind can play tricks
If you let it

It can convince you of anything
The conscious and subconscious mind
At times feels separate
From each other
Not connecting as well as it could be
A detachment from the brain
Lost in translations
Of many conversations
To feel safe and calm
Within oneself

The fear of losing yourself
When no one hears or believes you
Feelings and thoughts
Put on a dusty shelf
Not everything is clear
But I am totally aware
Of what is going on
Many layers of words
Coming out of nowhere
Can scare the mind into submission

Eating pieces away of your soul
Losing control
Feeling all alone
In your psychotic turmoil
Who will be there in the end
If I go numb and cannot see
Love me as I am
Or set me free to be me


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 ! ! !


Details | Free verse | |

Nightfall

I feel something’s close at hand…it’s hard to unchain myself
From angst and utter mortification
I feel so lost, swimming on my own…it’s hard to find my way out of this mess
I feel like giving up…but I should get up…

I feel myself drifting away…each shard of my brain
Withers away…just like the day getting devoured by nightfall  
I feel drenched in silence…I don’t know if I’m going insane
I feel like drowning in my shame...But, I’m searching for the rope of hope 
I must keep trying…
It’s about time I put a stop to my senseless crying

But, I feel that I’m left to figure my way out of the bemusing maze…but that’s not true
Because He is with me...day and night
‘cause He is watching over me…
Dousing me with His light…
Sometimes, I feel so afraid…but I know a few things that are true:

He can mend a broken spirit and a broken heart
	
He can give me relief and hope from high above…

He can lead me somewhere safe and save me from the death cart

And save my heart from breaking into shards

I’m drowning in tears of sorrow and shame…
I’m a wandering sheep…getting hunted down like game…

I feel stuck in the chambers of my own mind…it’s tough to unchain myself
From solitude, but I must snap out of my agitation  
I still feel like I’ve met my end…around the river bend…I’m left untouched on the shelf 
I feel like swimming out of the perilous sea…whirling with confusion  

I’m washing away into the abstract, dynamic ocean…each piece of my heart
Is casted away…just like the stone I tossed, skipping to and fro on the river’s surface 
I fly away from my solitude cage…I promise I won’t break apart…I’ll take heart  
I will escape my misery…though I’ve doubted my ability to take wing…but I must keep trying…

I will try to believe and go the distance…	
Despite the bizarre sensations I feel…


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The Old Man From Far Away

this old man is always there
after your soul
no one cares
he's a greedy old man

he wants what you got
all to himself
he'll put you away
like a toy on a shelf

don't give in to his dark evil stare
you may not like it
but he is always there

there shining eyes
filled with greed
run while you can
he hardly let you breathe

run little boys
run little girls
don't fall
or nothing will be yours

he hunts all night
even through the day
 here he comes
the old man from far away


Details | Rhyme | |

Mixed Feelings

Somehow I find myself in this state A feeling, a moment I sincerely appreciate But when it comes to self-expression I am lost—falling in a sick depression I cannot express myself the way I want These thoughts they grind, they tear—they haunt. . . If I could tell you how I feel It still…wouldn’t feel real


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Free verse | |

The tears that pool in the dark corners of bright rooms

These tears that pool
In the dark corners of bright rooms
Monsoons couldnt wash them away
These are the ones that define us
The ones that sit in the recesses of our minds 
Rusting away at what we think is our core
Provoking the winds that blow closed our shutters and open our doors

These winds that blow fierce 
Through your forest and across your bay
You can't catch them in your sails
They are not meant to move you
But to ruffle your feathers
And bring waves to your seas
To shake everything that you thought was serene

And to bring on the tears that pool 
In the dark corners of bright rooms


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Goddess of leme, mimic the devil talk



People of my realm,
the dragon realm
History of
destruction is
reborn
But with a Leme spot
in threads
The honor to the
Lord Serpent
His tongue fire and
teeth iron

For your fortune is
misery
You shall let die
and be spared
No generation shall
come to pass

The earth realm, I
will dominate
Another sweet dragon
realm
Where darkness
shines all through
And shame
substituted with
pride

Unto you shall be my
black spell
I will then reward
with piercing mercy
Beware! Is the
goddess you serve?

           
Hkk…hk…huu…


Details | Free verse | |

Surviving Life

The water felt good.
I fell from where I stood.
Knees are both weak;
Been under a spell for a week.
Now that it was broken,
I'm left shaken.
In the water I sunk,
Letting my body get drunk.
I needed some more;
I wanted so much more.
Took the dose
Until I overdose.
It started with one,
Now I'm never done.
It takes everything away.
Leaving me numb for a day.
Forgetting the pain,
Happiness, I hope to gain.
In my mind was a vast space
Couldn't remember my own face.
I felt so very high
Not thinking it was all a lie.
Believed I am free,
That my troubles had let me be.
I took every pill
Until I lost my own will.
A friend is what it seemed
In a promise of bliss it beemed.
I couldn't accept my fate
And for a time I lost my faith.
That night, in the hotel room;
And after, in every other room.
Over and over --
Til I could no longer remember
How it felt to be pure;
Or if I ever was, I wasn't sure.
Touch that made my skin crawl
Stares that made me feel small.
I wanted to forget and not feel
Hoping nothing's real.
I let myself drown in ecstasy
For a while I lived in a fantasy.
Until one day,
In the middle of all the dissarray,
I saw the son I hold dear
In his eyes there's only fear.
I knew then for a time I was lost,
His fears touched me the most.
I had to do something
For him I'd do anything.
I took the easy way out,
This I knew without a doubt.
So I took each pill
Flushed it down as I stood still.
I know I will get better
For my son deserves better.


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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Red Eyes and Sinister Looks

Chains, hay forks, knives, and a hollow whisper,
become more true and sinister.
Halt in the middle of the moon light, 
and a waver image soon is no delight.
Voices run a muck in the head, 
so not calming you wish you were dead.
Gushing blood through the eye
not an image that you would rely.
Nails stuck on your neck with such pain
so your paralyze just little life sustain.
Hoodlums terrorizing people running a muck
did not really know they are in luck.
More dangerous beings are out their
to commit such act and with sinister stare.
Laughing with haunting echo's through
is an aspect of fear can imbue.
The wind changes direction to smother
the echoing sound of laughter.
The panicking state that you are in
soon drives a knife within.
Blood rushing out of your vain
a crucial part of your life dropping like rain.
Running without a destination
you will never reach anyone of your relation.
Sliding your body on a wall
keeping your fall in a stall.
Red eyes you can see it at night
is soon devouring you with little bite.
Changing your belief with tonics of relief
and it is to late to turn a new leaf.
Ears start to deceive the animals sound
eating limbs are chewing around.
Slowly your red eyes steadily getting heavy
is starting to take your life with a levy.
Dropping down with no attitude
and your life force slowly loses altitude.
Breathing comes not so easy
smelling flesh seems so beastly.
The change comes a desire
with frightening red eyes of fire.
Comes more lethal than the hoodlums 
your heart beating like drums.
Your hand becomes all fury
claws come out and your howl with furry.
Trance your in with no one to blame
a rage thats hundreds of centuries of flame.
Rising from a slumber of long lust
a animal instinct that you can trust.
Tearing things apart with no meaning
is a trait that is so deceiving.
Red eyes at night you see in a window
like a poisonous black widow.
Keeps you in attack mode of insanity
that takes all your vanity.
Ferocious emotions eating away
the soul that you had once betray.
The echoing sounds of loud thunder
breaks away the armor with sunder.
You fall once again to torturous agony
the feeling of one self is so lonely.
Shaking in the corner you are found
with blood soaked skin you drowned.
The night becomes day cruel in some way
your memories go in disarray.
The hunters with torches and sinister look
had parted way their hands shook.


Details | Quatrain | |

Go crazy and have a fit

Sometimes you just gotta let yourself be
It is the only way to be free
In this world of emotional oppression
You can be taken to a higher dimension

All this loving, hurting and living
Feels like you are crazy mad tripping
if you feel like you are going to lose it all
Do the unexpected and take the free fall

You might learn something new
A thing or two about you
So don't give up the bad fight
Lose your ability to tell wrong from right

If you have to go at it alone
Take then down and set them alight
Rules are meant to be broken
Kind of sad when they end up breaking you

So don't feel sorry for me
I got tons of time for the birds and the bees
Seems like when your around
Your a thousand meters off the ground

Go crazy, lose you shit
Roll your eyes and have a fit
You will feel much better than the rest
For the rest of your life


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 | 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?


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 | Bio | |

The Cry

Why do tears caress your soft face so frequently? 
Why is it that when you cry and let out a large scream, 
Which resonates from deep in your heart do you feel relief? 
Why can you not find the arms of a mother or a lover who can give you the same relief as that scream?  Where you born to wonder alone? 
A lone being that has given all 
Only to find that you have given a little too much and are now left bare. 
No-one had requested that you commit to such a feat; 
No-one had expected you to give it all
How can you not blame yourself when you find that you have nothing left? 
When you find that all has been given and no-one is willing to share?

The cry is God given 
When a child cries their protector responds and tries to put right. 
The cry is not to be left unattended. 
When you become of age however your protectors’ take on different forms, 
A mother becomes a lover 
And your tears are now for yourself. 
Where are your protectors? 
You frantically search for them but only find mocking… 
You are of age now and your cries will be left unattended.


Details | Free verse | |

black sky days

I like black sky days
when rain stains pages
ink smears tissue blots

you say unbroken promises aren't real
and hearts are darned fools
if they break twice

I think we are a collection of bottle caps
memories confined in a box
screw you

you think you have proof
but fake ID's hold more truth
than birth certificates and government seals

I don't think you know me
steal pages of unwritten books
you never liked history anyways

we say we like dry canvas


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Silhouette Of Pale Light




SILHOUETTE OF A HEPTAGONET Poet~Rick Parise 11-08-2014 silhouette of pale light ____________________________________ the curtain of torn promise falls in a flood of darkness forging amid confusion searching a desolate path the desperate vagabond stumbles through the cold fortress lost in the shadows of night ____________________________________


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Monsters

The monsters came back, 
They taunted her every night,
Telling her absurd things.
They made her think.
They whispered in her ear 
Trying to lead her to do 
something
She had tried so hard to 
overcome.
This was a constant battle 
Between her and the wicked.
And yet again,
She was left with nothing
In a dark room
Because the monsters won.


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The Carriage Ride

Scotch mist falls gently at my back,
Leaves of Autumn 'neath my feet,
Shades of grey clash in heaven,
Shrill wind through grand oak trees.

Thoughts adrift of yesteryear,
True love lost and left to die,
Our time on earth shall be no more,
Verily, all hath been a lie.

Granite stone I've left behind,
Tribute to a life so sweet,
My presence comforts those below,
They recognize we soon shall meet.

Rain doth cloak the falling tears,
Still the dead be not deceived,
My soul despairs, embraces fear,
At the forfeit of my creed.

Silent footfalls, cobblestones,
Ravens glare doth chill my spine,
Creeping mists begin to swell,
Twisting amongst the timberline.

Twilight falls on hallowed ground,
The veiled moon denies its light,
A tender wind brings forth a sound,
Lo, a carriage passes by.

Upon the pathway it doth halt,
Hooded driver, silent, still,
Flowing cloak of painted darkness,
Herald of my fading will.

Curious, I'm denied regard,
Beckoned, though, by the shady hansom,
Wherein lies my final comfort,
A fitting end to life's sad anthem.

Nary an address as I climb in,
A pass into the final journey,
The silence is a loyal friend,
Few exist these days, I'm learning.

A single flame, a light so faint,
I scarce can see before mine eyes,
Across from me a presence shifts,
But doth not voice, to my surprise.

"Deepest thanks to you, dear Sir",
An insincere formality,
" I fear I may have caught my death,
If shorn your generosity ".

Once more I'm met with silence,
But for the hum of gentle rain,
The dimness makes me restless,
And so I'm led to speak again.

"Pray tell Sir, if you will,
Where you're bound for in this chill?
Have you dealings with the dead?
Perchance you're passing through instead?"

Flickering flame begins to fade,
A twinge of fear, I hold my breath,
Discerning not a swift dismay,
I fear the light restrains my death.

Ah, but then a smile passes o'er my lips,
Whilst I evoke the village lore,
Of men who turn their hearts from God,
Who once held hope, yet hope no more.

Whispers of a spectral carriage,
Hewn from the Void, incarnate darkness,
Revealed alone to the stonyhearted,
A simple choice, an elegant temptress.

Yet suddenly, my mind doth know,
Tis the vessel of Perdition,
I've entered unto my reward,
What once I held as superstition.

My pulse doth hasten, my smile fades,
How could this have come to be?
Regret we are eternal friends,
Where once you were mine enemy.

And lo, before the wax light fails,
My fellow rider finally moves,
And whilst I gaze upon his face,
My shattered mind nothing shall soothe.

And yet a whisper gives me pause,
"Thy fate doth not lie with the lost,
Turn then from thy wicked ways,
O heir of the Ancient of Days."

Heavenly light from yonder window,
Beacon of my final hope,
I'm beckoned now to rend my heart,
To nurture faith, that it may grow.

"Good angel of God, mine guardian dear,
Why dost thou save me from this fear?
I dare not bathe in the Holy Fountain,
For mine faith shan't move the least of mountains"

"Fear not child, thou art fragile still,
Almighty God strengthen thy will.
Arise, repent, do not delay,
Live and serve the Lord this day."

My soul is warmed by the angelic libretto,
My hardened heart begins to melt,
Tears of penance, prayers of sorrow,
A further chance shall not be dealt.

"Lord above, hear me below,
Why you taketh, I can't know,
My love is gone, my heart is broken,
Receive it Lord and break it open,
Take away my hateful deeds,
Wash me of iniquity."

The hansom lurches, starts to speed,
With the fury of the steed,
It knows my heart hath turned to God,
No longer do I feel down trod.

The door is open,
Now I see.

The rider reaches out for me.

A leap of faith,
Now I am free.


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The Snow Wolf

The Moon was high and wind did blow
when last I looked upon the Snow.
A darkened night and freezing bed,
though little danger lay ahead.
I stood in twilight's stark embrace,
the Winter biting at my face.

The Morning broke with one sharp crack,
the Dead leaves rustle at my back.
I woke my cub to morning light,
and prepared us for the daily fight.
A simple life upon the snow,
is all that we should ever know.

Happy, free with no ill will,
a day, perfectly fulfilled.
Though cruelty finds us in the end,
through a greedy predator and his friend.
Whose heartstrings surely feel no tug,
To see me laid out as a rug.


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Darkness

The day's sun has long been gone,
The stars are nowhere to be found.
This day that the moment is done,
When darkness kisses the ground.

Worries has found its way to my bed,
And there it will stay until morning.
Pillows soaked with the tears shed,
Knowing today will be but an ending.

Excruciating pain is in every corner
Hidding won't stop what is meant.
Today's starless sky is but a warner,
For more suffering that is to be sent.


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Letter to the Judge

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

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

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

if you were me, would you do what I did

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

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

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


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Light On the Devil's Chord -part 3-

In a deep sleep, I fell upon the fields, tired, rejuvenated, and blessed
Wandering in many a dream

A warm sun creeping from the heavy cream clouds woke me up
And I felt His presence once again
Sitting up, I rubbed my weary eyes and smiled sadly,
"He...He spoke to me, and He granted me love, with dreams of hills,
Prairies filled with sunflowers, hares dashing about in joy,
The soft rains from supple clouds tickled my frowns to smiles,
And a turkey from afar winked at me with knowing assurance."

Christ lifted me up and kissed my forehead gently,
"My silly, lovely sister, good morning,
Come with me. . .
We shall talk for a little while,
And then you will be away for a time."

His expression grew grim...

"Yes, my sister, lessons will be learned,
Keep your faith, and your heart will guide you,
Do not give in to the lies of the ancient serpent,
Whom you will see in a very short while
Talk with him, be with him,
But if his claws wrap around your innocent throat,
I am told to not intervene, for this is the test God has given you"

I looked at Christ lovingly and embraced him
"Thanks be to God, for this gift of opportunity,
Tell me how long with the serpent shall I stay?"

He held me tightly for a moment, 
Then looked at me with tears in his eyes

"The Lord God Almighty had visited me last night,
Telling Me to take you to the pit,
Where Satan and his demons thrash,
And for 40 days and 40 nights you shall remain there,
Then you shall see how his mind decays in his ways
That his pride and his servitude of lies and murder slashes all thought of change
That repentance to him, is failure, weakness, and far below him..
You shall soon see if it is possible to save one that does not wish to be saved"

I took Christ's hands
"Do not be afraid for me, my brother,
I am ready for this test
I am ready to face him and give my say,
Though my purpose is risky,
My heart is filled with Your grace, 
And I know even in darkness, God is there
Perhaps I mean not to save him,
But to understand him
I only hope You see the strength in me to fulfill such a thing"

Smiling, He lifted me in the air and twirled me
"Oh precious, magnificent sister!
I never doubt your strength,
For your glory reflects off the face of your Almighty Father
Your questions have filled His heart with gladness and warmth,
Your innocence is precious and fills Him with joy
Testing you, He has no doubt-
Though know mistakes can be made, and will be no less dire
Therefore, be wary in the dark,
For in it you will face illusion, sadness, desire, anger, and all evil shrouding,
No good advice will be given along the way,
It is merely you and Satan, eye to eye 
And the terrible shrieks of the demons at his feet still shall tempt"

Departing from Christ with few last words,
He lead me to the bottomless pit, which is sealed and impenetrable
Advising me to wait, He disappeared from view,
The last of the light I would witness, fading into the mysterious eve

I stared at the mighty seal in awe
Rough rock and black soot surrounding the dread inside...


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Fighting the Darkness

When pain and suffering rips me a part
That's when rage and adrenaline begins to start
My soul feels broke, torn all to shreds
Wanting to knock fools upside their heads
My eyes see red and my blood run cold
My mercy and love wants to hold
Darkness takes over my feeble brain
Driving my mind to be insane
Yet I refuse to let my mind go dark
Or else evil will leave it's mark
For my soul would be stained and my hands would be bloody
All sounds would cease and my sight would be muddy
And when the storm finally passes
I will rise above the ashes


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These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


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Alone in the Early Morning Hours

What haunts you when you close your eyes
At night, about to fall asleep.
Knowing that there will be not a sheep
To count, but horrors from your past.

What crawls through your mind at night
Once you shut the lights all out.
Alone in the dark where the unknown blooms
Before your eyes without your knowing.

How much courage do you have
To stand up against all that you fear
When the wretched smiles from ear to ear?
Will you run from your demons, or will you fight?

So what comes for you when you close your eyes?
Skeletons dance in your corner closet,
Cackling with glee as they wittingly mock you
For your childish nightmares keeping you awake.


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Hope

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

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

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

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

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


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Bring it on

As I look down at my bloody knuckles,
Crying tears of agony my eyes refused to shed,
I realised how pointless it was
How pointless to pretend, to believe.

My hand trembles as I pen this,
The flow of words, more powerful than any strike,
My one solace, my get away.

When I look around,
I see the faces of my tormentors,
Jeering at me,
Accusing me of crimes unthought of.

I delve deeper into my pain,
My fury- my agonising drug.
As I build up my walls,
Look my tormentors in the eyes and say: 'bring it on!'


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What do I see

What do I See?
As I look at myself what do I see?
 I see someone who is black, darker than most people.
 Someone who has a heart but don’t want to share it.
A person who is lost and in her own little world
 do I think of myself as beautiful? NO!!
I look at myself as UGLY and MEANINGLESS
 because when I was growing up, that’s what people used to call me
Ugly, Blackie, Big ears…
Even though I’ve locked myself in my room and cried
 I feel like nobody can help me
I am lost, I need love but I can’t find love.
I ain’t got any love from my parents when I was a kid and still not getting it now.
As I look at myself what do I see?
I see someone who’s going to become a doctor, lover, mother 
someone who’s loves to help others 
as I look at myself what do I see?
I see someone who is dark and pleasantly made
 and growing in the bless of GOD
By: Tulisa Reeves


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Jennifer

She's lost, but found.
She's broken, but fixed.
She doesn't believe she is heaven bound,
She just wished people listened to the lyrics
of the music she listened to.

They relate to her,
tell her story.
Her life just keeps getting darker,
it is treating her cruelly,
no one seems to realize.

She is alone,
yet she has someone.
If only people had known,
she wouldn't be stuck in this dungeon,
and be living her life.

She acts like everything is fine,
when deep inside, she is hurt.
She doesn't confine,
so she never feels comfort.
Only the pain she refuses to show.

Now she smiles,
hoping for a better day.
She doesn't realize she is worthwhile, 
but hopefully, she will someday.
Foe she will be the change in the world.


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Life On The Street

Dried up like a reservoir
In the mid summer heat
The cracks in the ground
Are like
The life lines, upon my face
I have weathered many a storm
As if
I have lived a 100 lifetimes,
Instead of one! 

Bare, rough, dirty feet
Shoes are hard to come by,
These days
Unless, I steal them!
But, then I will become a target
Having something new
It will get stolen from me
By some other gang
Or by some cruel and nasty person!

“Bare feet it is!”
“Less problems, this way!”
Feet are made for walking
I will use them
For what
They are made for!
“Now let’s get something to eat, I am starving!”

Loitering around Hungry Jacks and Macca's
Asking people 
As they walk out
With their hot, delicious, fresh food
For a gold coin or two
Dumpsters and bins
Look nice, today!
Only half eaten, stuff
A lot of wastage!
“Not the freshest stuff, but hey!”
Make do, with what we have!

The sun is shining today
Not sure where to wash though...
Water is scarce, thank god for public toilets
They sure come in handy!
They say it is fun
And you are lucky to have freedom!
But, 
It is a lie we tell ourselves
To remain ignorant
To pretend, we don’t give a damn
But, inside, 
We really do!

For you see ,
There are sacrifices
To the choices you make
When you have to live them, out
“Don’t be a fool!”
Life is no fairytale, on the dirty streets of hell!

During the day, 
The city lights up
It glitters 
As if
It were made out of gold!
It comes alive with people
Rushing here, rushing there, rushing everywhere
Not really knowing, what 
They are presently, doing 
People reminding me of robots, sheep and zombies
Acting as if they are in control of everything
When in fact, they are not!

"Who knows what is around the corner?"
"What is coming, your way!"
Life is unpredictable,
"Beware!"

“Don’t be mislead by the fakes, around here”
“There is plenty of them!”
Eyes are on you,
Down every alley way
Standing on every corner
Watching you
"You, are in ‘our territory’ now!"

“Hold onto your bags tight!”
For, 
I may be lurking behind you
One minute there,
Next minute gone!
It is the nature of the game
As
I snatch and grab your bag
When I see you off guard
Taking your money
Claiming it, as my own
You see,
I need it to survive on!
I'm banking on you, being rich!
I told you
This place is a hell hole
And, 
I meant it!

This dark place
Full of shadows and conscious deceit
Will swallow you up 
Eating, you alive!
You will lose your way
In its pit of endless darkness
There is no Prince Charming’s, out here!
There is no one to save you
There are only damsels in distress
Like me!

No one
Comes to your aid
When you need it the most
You could diminish and disappear one day
Within a blink of an eye!
Without a hint 
Nor trace of you, left behind
No one will see it happen
Because
No one
Opens their mouth up, around here!
So,
Love and appreciate, one another!
Care for yourself and care for others!
Tell your loved ones 
'you love them' often
And,
‘Enjoy' 
The home, you live in!


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leavin you behind

im goin on with my life
and leavin you behind
i love you still
but i will not go crawling back
you gave me alot of love
but also heartache and sorrow
maybe itll b better tomorrow
you hurt me bad
and it used to make me sad
and then it changed
i got mad
youll always be my first love
you used to be really special
and finally im goin on with my life without you
and leavin you behind


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THE FIRST DAY OR LAST

She looks in the mirror full of anticipation.
 A bright shining future with a good education.

 A beautiful smile with deep defined dimples.
 One day at a time, life seems so simple.

 Up bright and early, so happy so bliss.
 Hair styled perfect, nothing amiss.

 She picks up her perfume and gives it a spray.
 All primped and ready to start this fine day.

 She grabs her suitcase from under the bed.
 On top lies her husband, a hole through his head.

 She remembers the beating.  It was the last.
 With a gun in her hand, she remembers the blast.
 She takes one last look before leaving the past.
                Then closing the door….
                 ….it’s freedom at last. 


Originally, the entire poem was going to be nothing more than a reflection of the girls life and her view of herself. Then....I couldn't come up with an ending without going on and on....so, just ended up with a "twist" to end it. (To anyone in such a situation, I am not and do not condone the shooting of someone as an "out" for domestic violence, as sad as it is, I can't condone it, you do, however, have my heartfelt sympathy/empathy and understanding). Love Ya


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The Darkest Place

The fall comes early to frost covered souls
bound in damp, worn wool blankets
barefoot wanderings
over cold birch branches, sticks,
crack covered ground

thorns, thistles, briars
scratch, pierce the skin
tug at the coverings
lay bare
the naked heart

to face the hollow cold
without purpose
only a ceaseless longing
alone.


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The Creature

In the deepest, furthest corner of my mind,
Lies a creature born of hate, a resentful side of my soul it may seem,
As the days pass and my nights grow longer,
Fear creeps into my veins, darkness grows stronger,

Visions of a desolate forest, where light is held prisoner,
No streams or animals, only a sense of what once lived,
Unable to comprehend the maliciousness at play,
I run for the creature approaches gleefully to slay,

Tales i have heard of great men thrust into adversity,
Men who fought their own damnation,
Proud souls daring to rewrite history,
In the edge of the forest , i stand in wait,
The path has run its course, and the hour is late
No weapons on hand , only a glimmer of hope,
Remembering the tales of great men , i stand steadfast,
The time to conquer the beast has come , salvation at last


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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


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A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


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A Chance Of Landing

       A Chance Of Landing

A chance of landing looks pretty good
It’s the way gravity works
The balcony had no re-bar or foundation
But a great chance for failing 
A large man stepped out to discover that
The laws of speed and physics work
With or without his consent
On that long trip down from 117 floors
What goes through one’s mind in those last seconds?
A law suit for the hotel or flying lessons?
A pair of dice thrown by chance while gambling?
Ice cream or that final dance?
He only wished to see the sites
Now he is one, upon landing
On the ground




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Dreaming In My Reality

Breathing so hard
Mind racing fast
Where the hell am I?
That's all I can ask
Unfamiliar faces
Way too familiar pain
Same ass picture
In an unfamiliar frame
My vision is blurry
But, Temporarily becomes clear 
No matter the clarity
Im still drowning in fear
Lack of understanding
Searching for a clue
Wait, this is a dream
So what should I do
I control this scene
That's at least thats what i thought
I pushed and I shoved
I yelled as I fought
He's trying to keep me
He wont let me escape
My eyes wont open
Its as if they were sealed with tape
I feel like I'm in a episode of a twisted "Criminal Minds"
I see whats happening
At the the same time I'm still blind
I find myself somewhere different every single time
O lord please wake me up 
Now your seriously playing with my mind.
Now they are laughing at me as if this dream was all real
Whats this misleading concept
Whats the freakin deal?
Sweat now soaking my pillow
My eyes somehow unlatched
Looking around in a dark room
Felt like I was just in a crash
I must get up and walk this dream away
It felt so real as if my reality contained this dismay
Cold water against my skin and a prayer on the side
That's only thing that would rid my dangerous illusions
No longer did i want to fight.
Why these reoccurring dreams?
What is my reality trying to say?
Until i figure out this puzzle 
All I can do is pray

Kioshi Love <3



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A Day Out

All days shaped to it's activities
Bored says the cabin of lodge
Signals wanes no distress call for happiness
Farther amidst green shades hornbills call
And "hey" asuaging the situation Peter utters
"we go for a walk" Astounding to the earing Paul
"The jungle breeds monsters"
Of course these words came from a faint heart
"but we got each others backs"
From the demure Paige, hath her mind on the trip
But all talk shows kept me puzzled
The waning moon already clear to my eyes
"We start a fire, make babecue and share stories"
Saving the day my idea won in the blackout
"AH! what a day out".


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Crisp winds

I wake to the crisp winter air

I feel the wind so cool in the night

My soul seems to want to take flight


I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds

the  birds chirp a song to waken the others

two hungry shadows lurk in the breeze


So dark this morning in time

waiting for the sun to rise

I hear scampering around the tree's


Hoping to hear your voice

hoping to see your hand in my day

seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace


The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp

ready for snow this morning

the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have

went away.


I close my eyes and see the sun

the sun shines deep in my soul

waiting for my master to take control.



Written by©Betty Bolden

11-11-04


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never mirror marriage unrequited unplenty

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Yesterday Night

LET GO…you have nothing left to hold
Except this piece of gold
From my heart to yours…
The predator scores…
You’re lost and failure injects bad luck into you
And you’re ashamed of your sores…it’s true
Isn’t it? 
But that was long ago…
When you fell into your own pit?

You shine so beautifully…don’t try so hard
Hello sunshine…it has been years since you haven’t rose from depression
But, you finally got through the war and you won…it’s over with…you made a good last impression
On your friends before they kissed their demises…don’t be miserable, beloved bard 

Beauty was flying and it never dried from sight 
But that was many years ago

I woke up on a fresh morning…on a clean slate
Hello moonlight…it has been years since you haven’t disappeared from sight
But, you finally lost the battle of survival…and you must accept your failures and move on with life…become friends with the sunlight
Before it loses its appealing effulgence…before it faces crisis…I’m happy in my optimistic state 

Hope was abiding near our side during divine flight  
But that was thousands of decades ago 

You and I should run away…
So we can both shine like the sunrise that welcomes a new…
Crystal-clear day!  
But I can’t have you…remember…you rejected me…
Oh, now the truth shimmers and unravels secrets that you’ve kept away from me
The truth is as clear as day - honey…
as the gleaming sea…
Producing waves of uncertainty… within a single millisecond – I witness your auras reflecting worthless worry 

But that was only yesterday night…that contrite night 
Not many years ago…
I had fight to good fight for your safety ’cause you were uptight

<.< >.>

Where’s your passionate glow?


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The Long Lost Souls of the Dead

The others are left to roam on their own…
Everlasting sorrow spills out from the carcasses…
Love has already spoiled…hate is the main event in the picture…
Laurel…Save yourself from death or hell...below...…before it’s too late!

The others are left to rot…they took their leave long ago
Hell has opened its gates and gravity pulls them down below the blemished ground…where they once slept…  
Ashes placed here and there…buried…left untouched…unseen for years
Tell the others…”LEAVE OR THEY’LL FACE THEIR ABOMINABLE FATE” 

Seven souls are casted to the graveyard
One must crawl out…of the crust…
Unveil your true nature…unwind for a time…scream out the truth 
Learn to listen…learn to gain understanding and wisdom…GAIN INSIGHT… 

Tread the narrow path…not the sinful, rocky trail…
Oh God, will you lift them up from their deathbeds?

Empty…lost…don’t forlorn for your love…she’ll return to you soon…go forward, despite your loss… 
Shameful…alone…don’t look back – don’t step into that trap!
Calm down…you must leave her behind for a time…and forget and forgive the perilous past 
A petite, sweet, black rose is placed next to her tombstone…I’m sorry for the agony that swallowed you whole like an immense tide    
Pour forth your Mercy…upon him…let him trek the road to paradise
Exit the land of the dead…and live for eternity and you’ll earn true happiness 

Forget not the gifts you come in contact with
Rummage not into the Storage Room full of horrid memories 
Off you trot…run away from this nightmare…this living nightmare…
Marvel at the black, velvet sky and pray to Him…welcome the sun with open arms 

Isolate yourself from the ghosts that doused you with long-term grief 
Torn apart by your absence, I finally found my way out of my own wistful snare… 
Sell not your heart of gold…keep it and treasure it…it’ll serve you good

Dark spirits…GOOD RIDDANCE…purge from him his painful distress… 
Escort him to a better place…a palace he calls Home…
Make sure to spread out good news upon him…so he won’t feel that searing stress
I hope for the best for him…I don’t care how insane I sound right now…
Silly how much I can actually sympathize with him…LOOK up to Him  
Exactly…I’d be careful what you wish for or pray for…


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My End

There was a day where i met my end
A cold truth i can't pretend.
Since then my world is dark, not bright
And everyday is one long night.
I can't see the day when I'll be right.
Until I make up for that day.

So early one day I left from this
To where I could rebuild me.
To the place where to go I swore I'd never
To the mountain cave where he rests so evil so clever
Holding my soul in the room that he sever.
Where I met my end.

I was going to take my life back from his hands
And change myself, expecting no demands
For soon I would be leaving this horrible land
From that place where I met my end.

**an Imitation poem of where the sidewalk ends**


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Poverty grows

Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.


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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 


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Naked and Ashamed -Part 5-

And clothe it with your heavenly bliss...so I can feel
the jubilance...on my once withering body
I was fragile and weak and no one cared... About me...
Except you...you bring me back gladness and vivacity...
I crave your undying radiance…
Your angelic, miraculous radiance 

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...
You blinked, but at least you weren't aware of my tragedy scene in Romeo and Juliet...
Or else, you'd see me dead, naked and ashamed 
I sacrificed myself for you in that scene...it's not the end of the world...at least the message of the movie was somewhat optimistic
Like Juliet, you are so clever and romantic
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... 
We could be in a Shakespeare's future books if he were still alive today...
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
That would make our day a vibrant, dazzling day...now that would be classic!


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The Mind's Sea

The lines blur
As dark clouds flit
Where the gull’s cry
Sounds no longer
In the waters murk
The god wrath rises
Breaking red in the dawn


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Unholy Matrimony

They gather together in the pits of hell 
to join in unholy matrimony
Greed and Lust.  A union of sin with evil grins
the groom and bride exchange vows.
Greed-Just as hell is hot just as space is cold I promise to lay riches at your feet
and power in your hands.
Lust-Just as snakes slithers just as rats are diseased ridden I promise
to fulfill all your sinful desires.
By the powers invested in evil the groom may kiss the bride.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet


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Taken

Taken

The moon peeked through the spring branches
Spying on bold attempts by awkward fingers
Wrestling with hooks and eyes;
Those four tiny pieces of metal 
were all
That stood between my virtue and your gall.

They put up quite a fight, but lost the battle
They were no match
For hands determined
to take

Desolation suffocating. 

Just look away.
The night becomes a coffin.
Lie still, like death. Stare off. Don’t feel. It will stop.
It has to it hurts so much i want to scream.

But I don’t
Because I’m a good girl.
(do what he says)

The only sound is grunting “…unnhh unnhh” 
It is coming from you “…unnhh unnhh.”

She is leaving these woods with less than
What she came with
No night creature cried for her
Or noticed, even.

The moon was so beautiful.


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The Sea Blue Eyes II

There she is the false image standing quietly
She is just standing looking at a beautiful flower
She notices her passion of earthy desire
Something is happening she burst into the sun
I look up as her hands grasp my face
Her sea blue eyes gazed at me
Her warm hand and then a bright light blinded me
I went down on my knees and cried
The salty water dropped on to the ground 
I live by the ocean so deep
I do not know how to swim
By the thought of a beautiful look 
That made me shake
With fear in my head I saw those Sea Blue Eyes
I cannot restrain myself she burst into the sun
What is going on is it just the feeling of being left behind
She was a desire and now I have none
Driving nuts and insane what will I do
Believing such a image is a dream
I walk on the sand by the ocean with flowers in my hand
Raising it to the sky and trying my best to lure her
The image came close 
It pulled me into the ocean I was soaked
What a lonely human being I am
I grope the sky with such desire
I look pitiful and look anguished
What horrible feeling I have to pull the beauty that is nature down
The wind blew one day the image once more appeared
A young woman standing beside a flower with deep Sea Blue Eyes
Looked at me a glance of hope and happiness came
I reached for her and all of a sudden I fell into a deep sleep
Months past they had told me that I jump off a cliff 
They explained that the flower patch was by it
I realize heaven and earth cannot be reached with out a sacrifice
With meaningless thoughts I would wonder of to the cliff area
To see the ocean were it meets and ends
I was told a story long ago that the feelings of the ocean can seep into your soul
The trend of this story came shortly after some deaths
I was fooled the lady with the Sea Blue Eyes can manipulate anyone
Ladies and men, she is an illusion of the utmost desire
Blaming everyone human kind knowing they are lyres
The ghostly images that creeps everyone is oneself
Desire falls upon those who are lonely 
Believe of the unnatural becomes science
The Sea Blue Eyes is no lie cause they have been taking souls
Through century they have been taking souls for tolls
I stood once again near the ocean reaching to the sky
Lonely I was ready to disappear 
One day she not the lady of the sea it was the one I knew
I was blessed that day she embrace me 
I then fell into a slumber of bliss and desire
Now I just hear voices and I am paralyze down
A disappointment I was fooled once more by the Sea Blue Eyes 

To be continue.


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Black Door, Truth Sends No Mercy

Black Door, Truth Sends No Mercy




I sifted the wheat and found it so very wanting,
the grains were all hollow and without meat
Nature had refused to give to nurture Man's lusts 
as the earth rebelled against mankind's insults 
and cruelties
sent at a whim, a mere fancy or selfish plan
old are the bakers that fire the ovens...

Shallow thoughts replace giving deeds
as newly born leeches cling to earth's breast,
man sees such change and arrogantly calls it
hope, peace and progress
Future victims will call it other names but 
all to no avail....

Dark deeds spring from lies and lost hopes
and evil springs forth as a joyful child
suddenly given power to lash and burn,
burn the children it claims to love,
eat their souls as a fine dessert and 
wash it down with sweet impurity birthed from vanity ,
a vanity of pride and lusts gathered as reeds from a river

A river of lost souls scratching at the black door, that door
that door which shall never open.....

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-1995. 
One from my journal. 
A time I was deeply depressed..  


Medical emergency over , ailing mother will be fine. 
A prayer answered.. A blessing given.. Thank God..


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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


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A Soul's Fight

A  Soul's Fight

The soul faces what the stoutest heart dares not to speak
dark spirits that make our knees wobble and voices squeak
Battering rams plunging in rhythm against castle's gate
shadow voices accusing and promising such a ghastly fate!

As the last rays of Sun's golden light creeps slowly away
the invisible servants of the Dark Lord rise up to play
With each darkening hour so very much stronger they grow
sharpening claws, teeth and screeching everywhere they go!

When the sound of the house clock striking at midnight
serves to cheer them on to ever greater songs of fright
Draw your courage blade and cut deeply into that horde
make them feel the pain and slash of truth's best sword!

Cut out the great fear they carry around to use to seed
the horrors and scary thoughts sent to make you plead
Loudly announce as you send thier defeated asses to hell
that it is courage and truth ringing freedom's liberty bell!

Robert J. Lindley  07-13-2014

Inspired by a haunting dream I had last night. Fast asleep my soul fought a 
valiant fight! The battle's ending I may write soon ...... as part two...

A Soul's Fight the Battle Ends.....................


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AISHA

Forced into womanhood at 12
betrayed by those you trusted
abused daily mentally and physically
forced to sleep in the animal shed
Your escape was short-lived
being captured and returned
to your tormentors

In the mountain
the cruel knife passed
on your innocent face
No, Aisha
that is not cold water
in your nose
It is your blood
Your nose is gone
and so are your ears

Your tormentors have gone away
and left you alone to die
But you refused to lay down 
and die
With your defiant spirit
you crawled down the mountain
to those who cared
and protected you
and helped you to a new life
away from the evil unjust system
you inherited by birth

What was your crime
to be dealt such cruelty?


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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 . . .. . .. . . 


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Don't Run From Your Journey

The only problem that you'll run into with me
Is that I'm not satisfied with material things
Don't waste your time on bags, outfits and rings
I don't want all the attention it brings,
I get my joy from the simple things
there's nothing that can beat the song a bird sings
W don't have to strive to be celebrities or kings
just make sure you're taking the right steps as the pendulum swings
Let's do it, our childhood dreams
Show the world what LIVE truly means
With a soul like mine and a heart like yours
It doesn't take much for the Lord to open doors
So let's live out our journey while were still here
And before the light in our heart starts to disappear
when the thought of love is drown out by fear 
and the pain turns to rage as you cry your last tear
Money will lose value and hope will be rare
The thought of being homeless will be more than a scare
searching for someone with enough food to share
Trying to find answers that have always there
And the only option you'll have to choose from is the power of prayer
Forgive, love and hold faith in you're heart
we could change tomorrow, and today is the perfect day to start.


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THE SUICIDE OF HENRY B, DAMD

     "The Suicide of Henry B. Damned!"
Between the edge of secrecy
and seething brink of lunacy
there went I to the very deepest
       darkest part of me!
I preyed upon my bleakened soul
to bring an end--this was my goal
to every thing that keeps me breathing
       deep inside of me!
But in the darkened night of it
I pained--and then I flenched a bit
and what it does to keep me going
        is my mystery--
Before the end that was my cause,
the cutting edge it slip--I pause!
my hesitation's left it beating
         keeping life in me!
Within it--my own misery
I bring sorbented hope in me
to end this cursed life defeating
         all the will in me!
And blackening my mind, I show
the blade just where it has to go
to cut the very heart that's beating
         cursed life in me!
(the SHADOW knows---ha ha ha HA HA
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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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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I'm Your Son

little child
come out and play
Ill be your master
innocent little boy
My little son
I rape with my eyes
On your flesh i will eat

"you raped me"
I feel dirty
"I screamed"
No one heard me
"You hit me"
I'm not a liar
"My God"
Why your own child?

It's Alright

You yelled and screamed at me
Told mom you didn't touch me there
She sat there watching
You've messed with my brain
You have stolen my life
Remember i'm your son

"you raped me"
I feel dirty
"I screamed"
No one heard me
"You hit me"
I'm not a liar
"My God"
Why your own child?

I didn't touch you there
Mommy said she didn't care
That's why she stopped at starred
I'm not the liar son 
You are

YOU RAPED ME
IT HURT AS A CHILD
I SCREAMED
NO ONE HEARD ME
MY GOD
I'M NOT A LIAR!



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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……… 


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MirrorrorriM

Cigarette smoke fills my lungs
And I’m still not here.

Everything around fades to grey,
So close but not near,
The rain in the sky
Turns to tears in my eye.
Ash, ash
In the sky.
Volcanoes erupt
And innocents die. 
Death creeps like age,
Arriving faster as it rolls.
Everything comes to fruition,
Blood black like mold.
How do empty clouds hold so much back?
They’re like tormented youth,
Building up until explosion is reached.

“Cut your wrist and bleed out pain,”
Says the mad man.
Who it is that is mad though
Is the one who pulls the blade.
Teeth they saw,
Teeth of steel.
Blood is an allusion
To something so foreign,
Unreal.

Wound up to a point of criticality,
No longer able to hold back.
Buzz, buzz,
Says the saw.
Buzz, buzz.

Fingers laced through hair like wire,
Curbing some fire called desire.
Shadows ignite and so does the night,
But there’s no room here for a first flight.
It’s here that nothing is right,
But everything is mistaken.
Mask conceal,
Mask reveal,
A broken heart but a tasty meal.



Crimson moon,
Sign of death.
White light,
Virgin’s night.
Let it snow,
Let it bleed;
Tis one in the same.

Murder a mirror
For a bloody eye.
Hold it back,
Consequence:
To die.

Church bells ring,
 A belated thing.
Such a golden ring
On a dead woman’s hand.
Marry rotten flesh,
Move to the west.
Life is dead,
Absolutely no zest.

Untamed,
Breathless.
Unnamed,
Heartless.
Unwanted,
Worthless.

Mockingbirds,
Sing to sleep.
For a lullaby is but 
A muted bedtime story.
Kill the birds,
Kill the birds;
Forget the way you used to know
Words.

Shards fall to the ground,
Clinking hard,
But without sound.
Life is a lot like a wheel
For it keeps going around.
A reflection within a reflection,
Mirrors within mirrors.

Cigarette smoke fills my lungs,
But I’m still here.


Details | Free verse | |

Black Night

Black night, black thoughts merging into one
No sword shall sever this gordian knot
that binds my being in longing and despair

My tortured soul cries out
filled with a longing to crush
the things that torment me so

I see them with the mind's eye
and would strangle them 
but they recede into the shadows 
to mock me anew in ripened time

But now let my soul be at rest
even for a fleeting moment
for I am finally free

Free! 
The very sound is music to my ear
filling the mind with such fantasies
that leap to the heavens
and leaves me panting just alive

As a man who is spent I rest
and waves of gentleness flood my soul

The thought of a tender kiss
the smell of a rose, Jove's nectar
soothes my being and sets my soul at ease
to gather up courage 
to face another day




(wrote this at a dark period in my life in my 20s)


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


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THE FIRST DAY OR LAST - REWRITE

She looks in the mirror with great hesitation.
 Unsure of the future, will she find peace or incarceration?

 A beautiful smile with deep defined dimples,
 Life for her has never been simple.

 She takes a deep breath and a moment to pray.
 She has to be strong, there’s no other way.

 Her suitcase is packed under the bed.
 On top lies her husband, a hole through his head.

 She remembers the beating.  It was the last.
 With a gun in her hand, she remembers the blast.
 She takes one last look before leaving the past.
                      Her first day of freedom….
                       ….Or is it her last? 

I submitted the original to a poetry site to receive some feedback. Well, the moderators of the site tore it to shreds! They had nothing positive to say about it. So, upon their advice, I did a rewrite. They preferred this rewrite. (Personally, I like the original and I think this rewrite sucks). 
 I would love to know what you guys out there think. Thanks


Details | Free verse | |

Woe In Our Lives

Whatever you do, don't let go...
He's going to arrive soon – don't be overwhelmed
Whatever you do, don't look back
Woe is embracing our lives
Don't let yourself turn to black
Keep on track... 

Woe is dwelling in our lives...
Lurking in every corner
They sprout from the ground like jagged knives
Wait until the dark tides
Pass through us...God's still protecting our lives
Whatever you do, don't doubt Him!!

Don't be a forlorner - 
Be a conquerer!


Details | Free verse | |

CLEVELAND

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Free verse | |

Idk

My life is a well
I'm stuck at the bottom
It's one step forward, two steps back
I yearn for that push to help me out
No one is in presence
Being alone seems to be a hobby of mine lately
Willingly or not

Drip. Drip. Drip
I look up
Splash, greater amounts
Water being poured in the well
I'm drowning in my own life
My breath is limited
My screams are unheard
Actions unseen

I start to think
Was I supposed to go out this early?
Is my time on Earth near the expiration date?
Clink. Clink. Clink
The coins of negativity
Avidly and happily being thrown towards me by my peers
I wonder what their wish is
I hope it comes true

Treading, breathing increasing
No longer are my feet touching the ground
It's up to me to save myself now
Do I even want to?
Seems like I'm the only one fighting for the savior of my life
Light is in rapid decline
Looking up again, a lid
Blocking my only opportunity of survival, a lid is covering the well
By whom?
No other than myself


Details | Haiku | |

Empty Orange Bird Haiku

     Empty Orange Bird Haiku

River takes on night
Floats, orange bird covers flight, dark
Hollows, void on void


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 | |

Embers of Time

They burn away people's ages,
just like the way pages
of a book get engulfed in flames;
the flames slowly swallowing all names.


Details | Ballad | |

Parting from Christabel

My life, she did alter
And that, I wouldn’t falter.
So inspirational were her words all together,
As if she were a sister to Desiderata.
Of our difference , we tried to patch
But, alas!! there was always a latch.
I tried to keep her for a year and four,
But was chagrined when she couldn’t take it anymore

Thus we separated without tears
Though our hearts wept in distress.
I could have begged for her light
But was held back by my pride
Alas! alas! it cuts like a knife
And for days, I brought myself to starve.
Parting from her was like escaping from heaven,
and till date, haven’t found yet another haven.

It was a day of sorrow, the day we parted
Had chill as if slept without a blanket.
the saddest of all my days.
though we have parted in disgrace,
I still love you like in our youthful days


Details | Free verse | |

His Eyes

His eyes are a cup of warm coffee
With swirls like soft chocolate notes
Deep like the ocean without a trace of blue
Hiding secrets and emotions too;

His eyes are chopped mint leaves
Adding a color like no other
The clover color touches the hearts 
Of all who dare to seek it out;

His eyes are golden flecks
That sparkle with every breath they take
A topaz color like clean jewelry
Scattered among the darkness.


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 | Rhyme | |

Twist My Eyes


Twist my eyes and rain they will Squeeze my heart and blood will fill Fractured memories slight the silence Reclaim the pain, V for violence Shut down the senses, insane from the pain Curled in a ball and there I’ll remain Tear off the tears, write off the rage Punch out the clock, rip off the page Disruptive sounds that cause you to cry Love like you never believe you will die Grind out the garbage, kick out your fears Furlough the feelings that lead you to tears Pull back the punishment, punch out the knots Wipe off the wounds, cleanse off the clots Reach for sky, give into the urge Absolute assets begin to emerge Endured failure, sensational sins Level the lovelorn struggles within Disconnected power runs through your veins Chew back the fat, reprogram the brain These are the verbs that come into mind Thirst for the thirsty, love for the blind Release the dogs, take hold the knife Put forth the effort, fight for your life Re-paved roads fallen from grace Look for the clues filled with disgrace Dropkick the truth, tuck in your tail Become the master of all you prevail


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 | |

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 | Sonnet | |

Gigantic Dark Trees

Gigantic Dark Trees

Gigantic dark trees were in my stoney path
 I cut them down, inviting the coming wrath
Fears rest in the shadows awaiting many turns
 hope only leaps forth as spirit's fires burn

I raced into time with destination unknown
 later discovering my soul had never grown
Wasting life with vigor so foolishly unsound
 true happiness having never ever been found

Then light gave cause to seriously rethink
 death comes quickly, often in a mere blink
Perhaps give this new journey a good try
 just race eagerly forward without asking why

Faith became the victory not even then known
Defeated, far away, the enemy had rapidly flown

Robert J. Lindley, 07-22-2014


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 | Free verse | |

The Mean Streets of Oz

The world is spinning out of control 
like a Kansas tornado. You cannot simply
return to bed pulling the covers over your head.

You could find yourself smack dab
in the middle of nowhere;
a stranger in town searching 
for that yellow brick road.

Been there, done that, skid row,
thin as a scarecrow, lyin’ in the gutter
with a bottle of courage in a brown paper bag.
“Mister can you spare some change?”  No?
Thanks for nothin’ Tin Man – you heartless bastard.

If you think the witch is dead, she’s not. 
She’s ringing your bell as we speak.
The wicked witch of despair is breathing down your neck 
and she’ll get you in the end,  you and your little dog too.

You think “the man” will help you?
Not a chance.  He’s already drawn the curtain on you.
Pay no attention to him. 

The world is full of small people
and as far as they’re concerned
you can take a flyin’ monkey leap off a bridge. 

So go ahead – click your heels together, 
you are never, never, never going home.


Details | Free verse | |

10 o'clock, the time of the lonely ghost inside my head

10 o’ clock, the time
of the lonely ghost inside
my head.

Through an open window,
whispers of the night incite
a hunger to kill a few years in me.
So I grab a cig.

I step thru the crest of waves of darkness
And feel my darkness connect,
So I stand under the lamp, and try to
stay lit with my cig, we only have
very little time to stay lit.

Floating around me is 
A fellow lonely moth
I wonder if he is avoiding his darkness too
Or maybe he’s too worried about other things.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Deranged

along time ago u told me to stand my ground
but when i needed u the most you couldnt be found
16 years went by that i barely got to see your face
last time i heard from you u called me a disgrace
u brought me tears and hell threw out my life
and when i thought u had change i thought things will be alright
but again and again u stabbed me in the back
ur truely a monster and that is the fact
i pray and i pray that things will change
that maybe someday u will come back and stop being deranged
---written by Larissa Summitt


Details | Free verse | |

Dark side

Hide it before they see
Put up that smile 
That everyone believes
Hide it away
Hide it quick
Hide it and draw that shield

Its alright
I won't tell
Of the silent screams
That lurk within you
hiding them so well

Just promise not to tell
Of the screams I harbor 
In the deadly hallows swell
Come inside
Come and see
The maze of thought
That left me to bleed

One in the same
We truly are
The ones that hide the Evil
Hide it so well
Nobody sees the tears behind
That made beautiful eyes die

At night they lie and wait
For our minds to drift away
As they see we let down guards
They leap from the shadows
Leaping so quick
And silently they slip through windows
Left unclipped

Burning claws
Clasping tight around
Our fatigues souls
Taking what makes us whole 
They make us believe
We are not worthy
Not worthy at all


Bound by the Evil
Bound so tight
Afraid of the light
In darkness we start to dwell

Bind getting tighter
Trying 
To fill
Succeeding
To kill

Here's my confession 
Here it is presented to thee
The one Evil caught
Along with me

You are strong
You are brave
To take a walk inside
To fight against 
The Evil
That kept us from the light
But little did they know
To each other we gave sight
Our hands clasped so tight
Together we fight

The Evil it shrieks
In anger of what it’s done
His own mistake taking him down
Never put two brave souls
Together in a hole
They will get up
And raise all hell
And keep on fighting
Till they hear the finishing bell


Details | Prose Poetry | |

MORNING BONES

MORNING BONES

This bed,
This deep deep lake
Dredge my bones from 
The murky depths
Where’s my head?
The diver reaches out
Through dark silted water
Finds something akin
To its former form
Assembles it on the edge
This is the way it would have been
The experts agree and walk away nonchalantly 
They’ve seen it again and again
This is nothing new they say
He’s done it before, he’ll probably do it again.
The commissioner of these affairs
Thinks a major decision has to be made
But in the quiet of night 
No light or reason
Can stop the unfathomable from occurring
He’s done it before and he’ll do it again,
Shadows playing late into the night and 
The shell left in the morning light. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Blood Words, Legends of the Wolves

Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave. Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end. They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking cool drams from stone, as had they crawled o’er hot pools bled to prod ‘n prattle. And who’d, when quenched, a saunter risk simply to gaze at greener gray, who if by haze be fraught, need merely fathom sky? Lest be displeasured he to whom above could clouds be prone to tattle, go but shy requests, voiced dryly into azure. For so the victims passed, betrayed by breeze and snitch of brush, though Him on High, with just demand, they had beseeched. Each life a tale brought to lie, defaced, in scattered, muddy tomes. Torn is the silver lace, which once linked bone to bone. Yet risen, too, had wanton sighs, whereof his Mightiest to ask, whilst the ground, as should it care, received the rasps. For what doth emptiness command and what the unseen sovereign willeth are left matters later glibly to be bantered. Know oft’ the hunt finds one befuddled, spelled by guiles of a wraith. No taunt of tail waves, no wake of twig gives sway. With head to hang, his rack he gathers in a push to halt to stand bequeathed a chide of birds and chipmunk heckles. There, the timber rout delays with naught but mettle left to drain, as the mars of rock and thistle mark the wait. Chafe of paw, tongue feathered fowl, the foiled dashes stream to words, whereto the blood, in ruddy tones, by droplets trickles.


Details | Free verse | |

Violin

She cried for all the broken hearts, 
Painted everlasting winters -
Floral patterns etched in ice; 
A frozen tear to 
Soften up the bastard bones.

Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling - wanton whispers 
Fondled under pianissimos, 
Caressing callous hearts.

Melodrama swayed in satin sound -
Yet the player wasn't there, 
Only creamy song - soothing, yearning, 
Teasing bitter minds.

I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening, 
Romance of a tune - laughing, 
Sobbing at the fire.
 
Then a climax - 
Writhing passion cutting deep -
Wounding macho flesh; 

And all in a work of musical art: 
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music 
Honed impossibly through her tones.



Details | Free verse | |

Gentle Push

Absolut the heaven is where I am
For index of words are my abstract thought
This little being distant of me
I run to be sane
Can we ever have something that tells us to pause
Just enough to reclaim
My you are so much further then I want to be 
My intelligence is only a split in my mind
The rust of ancients keeping my bones alive
This flow of energy is all I have
Giving is so hard to be that branch in the water 
King of something yet master of none
I only want to cancel the momentum 
Freeze me even if I can not speak 
The universe takes me as it always takes the weak


Details | Didactic | |

A Being On The Scenes Observations

       A Being On The Scenes Observations

Fresh ideas ran into walls for safety
Words too long for sentences escaped
They knew their way home
But ran dejected into rivers… streams of consciousness 
…pools of the lost…..and hamburger establishments
Emergent rising thoughts however
Remained happy on the banks of no returns
No money or memory or soul to speak of
The sounds of chirping birds of logic
Lodged in their ears (that is, if words or thoughts have ears)
Followed them to conclusions and to
A being on the scenes observations
 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

And Its The Rush

Its the rush, that very rush
that makes you want to attack
the sensation of energy building
won't allow you to relax
The rush becomes insane
it makes you want to malice kill
its the same intense rush 
that triggers soldiers on the battlefield
Rush rush rush
your chest pounds go go go
everything inside you says 
do it now go go go 
You can rush to overcome challenges
or rush to oppose enemies
be sure to rush with the realization 
that the rush has hostile chemistry


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

What

                    What

What do I do with that love that filled the void
Do I fill it in with a choice that is inevitably yours
To do with it what meanderings in the mind one might contrive 
Which presents definable conditions
That define us inevitably 
What if the world really did revolve around you
Should I simply capitulate and resign
Or is there more to this than what I perceive
And simply leave it as it is
As what was originally conceived 
And leave

   



Details | Monoku | |

One Broken Monoku


decayed junkyard swarms-

           disgusted maggots noise  


Created on 11/18/14 for- “One Broken Monoku” – Poetry Contest


Details | Blank verse | |

Cheerful Bones

Daylight comes,
The light washes clean
the marks of the night before,
The delirium of freedom
the delusion of choice,
Till all thats left,
Glaring in the harsh daylight,
The bleached and cheerful bones. 

You danced with the devil,
You swore to the Kings,
You told me that sunshine owned you,
While your eyes turned to the stars,
You got burned by fire,
You were cut with a knife,
The blood rushed down, 
blinding your eager gaze,
You were cut to ribbons,
Leaving your cheerful bones. 

Even in the decrepit form,
The lack of substance,
The glow of bone,
You are still reaching,
Still praying,
Still betraying,
The shadows that formed you,
The secrets you deny,
That mark your cheerful bones. 

I wish I could leave this,
Say that I’ve had enough,
Let you lie there,
Alone and pale,
Walk away and never speak of it again,
But it would haunt my dreams,
Your skeletal form,
Desparate for love,
You would have done anything,
You must admit that,
In the end all it took,
Was the starvation of substance,
A life of smoke and mirrors,
Well, You got your cheerful bones.  


Details | Free verse | |

The realization

People tend to use me I always fail to see I love others much more than I know they will ever love me. Mind full of sick thoughts and chest filled with emotions they say still waters run deep but my pain is more intense than the ocean. God shows me the light I guess I just chose to stay down. So that's probably why when I cry to him now, he turns his back and tunes out the sound. I guess I can't be mad cause I'm doing this to myself I have thoughts periodically of letting go And build my happiness with someone else. Lord I lost my brother I rocked him until he finally got a chance to see you. Now I wish it was me instead of him because I know that death unlike life is peaceful. I'm  not really sure what I want but I know I'm stronger than this. For I know what I do but to be accepted I act as if ignorance is bliss. No blood spilled on the pavement but tears roll down my cheeks, and I don't wipe my tears away cause a man who can't express his emotions is weak.


Details | Free verse | |

I can't even answer

Listen to the soft excuses and depressing themes To know its something I never wanted is horrid to me Filled with the harsh darkness breaking at the seams Have no justice nor can I sleep I can't be set free - These foul thoughts have taken over my life Grinding for a better day in hopes of another ascnesion Carve out my corrupted skin with a surgical knife Abreact to the case of all this unwanted attention - Watch as the caffeine begins to rain down Acrid in its punishment it becomes so lurid I am ill and mourn for a soiled set of hair ****ing dry this anger becomes so arid - Don't look at me it makes me feel crudeness Get on top of me but feel too much anxiety Stay concerned a filthy mule of lewdness Brain develops hate for the forced sobriety - I don't deserve this place and it can't be helped Destroyed and filled with so much heinous anger Rip apart the rest of my putrid flesh it can't be felt I'm beginning to scream again I can't even answer


Details | Free verse | |

The Consoler

So now what?
What do I do now?
I feel… empty.
Like… like something disgusting crawled inside me
And ate all my insides.
…Ate my soul.
Ugh, I feel horrible!
I know, I know… people are tired of me.
Tired of how I complain,
Or rather… the lack of my complaining.
I sit and think all the time. 
Staring off into space.
It’s just… I feel safe there.
Safe in my mind…
But I’m not safe.
I’m far from it!
I’m stuck in a world of depression…
And no one cares.
They just want me to get over it!
But I can’t!
I hate it!
I hate how they look at me,
Like I’m crazy or something!
It hurts… it hurts so much.
They don’t understand…
All I want… is to be held.
For someone, Anyone,
To hold me in their arms… just for a moment.
To tell me it’s okay and that they’ll be there.
But no one does.
It hurts because…
Because I’m the consoler, never the consoled.
I go to others to help them,
But no one comes to help me.
I feel… trapped.
Trapped between wanting to cry and scream,
And wanting to smile and be done with it.
But… what can be done?
Life goes on and I must continue my work – to console.
This is the price I have to pay.
Everyone comes to me with their burdens and lays them on me,
But they don’t see that they are drowning me.
Oh well… I will continue with this task that I have been given,
And I will continue to carry others burdens – 
Until the day I mentally can take no more or until… I die.


Details | Ballad | |

Don't pull me up

When we first got together
we where dying to evade the
vicious cycle of mistakes that
both of us had made.
but we culddn't figure it out so
we fall out of a lovers embrace.

Don't pull me up
i might just break your hands
sometimes we need to fall back down
for us to understand
Don't pull me up
i might just break your hands
Sometimes we need to fall back down
for us to understand

Im lying here in shadows
hiding from all my mistakes
yet they always seem to find me and
it seems like i can never catch a break
memories that haunt us they're
replaying all of our fates giving
me an uneasyness that i can't
seem to shake!

don't pull me up
i might just break your hands
sometimes we need to fall back down
for us to understand.
don't pull me up
i might just break your hands
sometimes we need to fall back down
for us to understand

i know you've given me all
the sympathy that you think that i'm
allowed. don't you know that it's killing me
yes your killing me
but i cannot let you down
i'm gonna get up
even if it's on my own
i think i've had enough
i'm no longer yours too drown.
let are hands part now i must
go away!

Don't pull me up
i might just break your hands
sometimes we need to fall back down
for us to understand
don't pull me up
don't pull me up
i need to understand!


Details | Free verse | |

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 | |

The deceiver

He reaches out and 
grasps your hand 
as only a true friend can,
he pulls you close, 
to calm your fears
and then,
a whisper in your ear 

My friend, he breathes,
I'll keep your cold hand warm,
trust me friend and
I'll keep you safe from harm
if you will listen just to me, 
and only me, 
I promise, friend
I'll help to set you free

Let me in and learn to trust,
you'll not regret it, if you just
let me in and then pay heed
to what I say, friend 
hear my words but
just ignore my deeds

My words are what you need to hear
my friend, there's naught for you
to fear, I've got your back, I am your man,
for you, my friend, I have a plan

I only want what's best for you,
my friend, I'm the only one that's true
my friend
I'll keep your secrets locked away 
I'll always keep you from harm's way
my friend, this is your lucky day
it's true

The others are deceitful, 
friend, your heart means nothing
in the end, they care less for
you than I,
my friend,
for you, I'd gladly die

Can you let me in now
friend? It's cold out here,
and you don't want
to spend another night
alone, my friend
as it gets closer
to the end

My friend,
if you could only open up,
the door and then your heart to me,
you'd see, I promise it will be
a revelation just to you, from me

The secret, friend
I have for you,
no more guessing
if it's true
for soon,
you'll know what I know
too, my friend
I pledge to share
with you

No lie


Details | Rhyme | |

Looking Glass Of One's Soul

Within without the hunger of our souls are crying out,
struggling to break free they angrily shout.
The eyes of ones soul is like fine glass,
peering into the mind of one's mysterious past.
Knowone knows where the mind dwells,
like in the land of a dreamer knowone tells.
Some ache for that spiritual need,
while others are craving the need to be freed.
Some souls are like swords with a sharp jagged edge,
and if given the chance they'd jump off a ledge.
Like digging their nails into ones face,
is like spitting out anger with just one taste.
Souls of another deminsion of neither here nor there,
like the bitter vile they just don't care.
Sometimes if one looks real close they'll see,
the keeper of the souls is the one who holds the key.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sucide


For a second the glee ceases
the dark swamp the soul
as the ardor to hate increases
takes over the mind and soar

to a height of no return
flirting with the heart kindly
up above amidst pleasures in turn
giving reasons to end life freely

leaving behind the past pain
even the present shame
on a voyage _ sitting in a lost train
a hard choice to end the future blame.


Details | Verse | |

Light at Tunnel s End

He considered a blur little light
At the distant tunnel’s end: 
A dream or a reality in sight?
To stay or to go on? He demanded. 

Lonely trip brought up sad story;
His antique car broke down;
The benighted road was empty;
The handicap looked around.

In the silence he used his cane,  
Stood him up to search resolution;
Dragged the unfit leg in lane;
Any trail diet left for digestion.

Behind him the machine dead,
Bit by bit disappeared from view;
Tunnel’s light pulled him ahead,
Encouraged the brave to pursue. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Silent Whispers

Silent whispers scatter all round me 
Crowding me in making it hard to breathe 
Making me choke on all of the sin that I have committed
Making me weak 
making me come down to my knees
Praying in my head “OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE SPARE ME”
Save me from all of this agony 
Maybe I don’t deserve it because I brought it to myself 
but I was a child I didn't know the out come could be so persist 
Playing with fire was fun until I got burned 
And no I may not have any scars or buries 
But the thing that I had to see was everything crashing and crumbing in to ruins
Then it just blow away like the fire I use to lite the candle Thinking that it would bring light
But it when out and I was too deep to know my surrounding
Only thing that was there was darkness surrounding me in to the point where It took my breath
One two three I drop down to my knees 
Four five six the truth is sickening 
Seven eight nine dose hate and love have a thin line
Ten Is this the beginning or the end
And why am I not begging
I see the light but I don't come near
Because in the darkness I can see clear
But I am not sure if this is where I belong
Curious but yet afraid I still pursued
Just to get caught up by my demons who I thought we friend although I  assumed
See that's the only thing that can be tricky about the darkness
to fall in the hands of the enemy
without having knowledge 
But do I want to live if it has come to this
Not trusting my self
Not knowing the difference between the light and dark
Or maybe I know the difference but I have already tasted the bitter sweet taste of the dark
But I don't realize the difference any more making me question if the every was a separation
Are they one in the same?
because they both have the power to over come you
But you have to realize is the loss worth the gain
But heaven forbids for you to go out on your own
Because that candle that you hold so tight and dare to keep you away from the darkness
 can always go out by a sweet silent whisper


Details | Quatrain | |

Permutations Of The Day

          Permutations Of The Day

Ordered, arranged, delegated, are the exhortations of the day
Orange, red, and the yellows wonder out of orbit
Round out the sun to give it colors
Bursting parameters of circles 
 
Gray, charcoal, born blue, become the rain
This day rolls in thin with a hint of mist
Determined to hold back the tears in clouds 
In light of pure perplexity it retains a heavy burden

The sky will open when in the mood
Cry when clouds become too much to handle
Fade in silence that remains in natural selection queues
In the permutations of the day


 


Details | Rhyme | |

Sublime

Lost in the world ,
where i used to live,
standing near the sea,
on the cliff.
The heavy tides ,
slapping hard on rocks,
as if trying to make them stop,
make them stop from dying,
like they did,
stop them to fall off that grid,
in memory of those who jumped from that cliff,
surely they must have heard of that myth,
its just an odd domestic tiff.
In the mildest , greenest grove,
out of the calm of the coldest air,
inside the swollen and lonely cove,
i saw them standing there.
A little while later , with the clouds all grey,
i went on moving,
a little bit astray ,
the sun redeeming light,
as if punishing itself,
for what they have done,
for the matter of proving oneself.
Black silhouettes dancing from pole to pole,
i thank whatever god's maybe,
for my unconquerable soul,
beyond this place of heaven and hell,
wherever i may be at,
is a place which appears to be entirely well,
and the world beyond all that.
If i were gone in another life,
i'll knew that earth would spin,
i won't cry i'll just survive,
an escape from the world i'm in.
Shall i dwell in the dark forest?
or shall i seek the kingdom by the sea to see,
the reason i'm here,
is this the place to be.
Lost in the world,
where i used to play,
now i want to run,
it was like yesterday when i wanted to stay,
if i could see this glorious land once again,
which now prevails in my dream,
through the eyes astounded by beauty,
on the ending gleam.
Closing my eyes i am back from where i begun,
touching the seas and the mountains,
sublime like sun.


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.


Details | Free verse | |

Ugly

Don’t know when it started….freshman year?
I look in the mirror
	See….fat
		Hanging
			Bulges
				UGLY 
UGLY UGLY UGLY UGLY UGLY UGLY UGLY 
		UGLY
Remembering the food….calories….sugar….fat 
Passing my lips….
		Leading down my throat
			Into my stomach….onto my hips….my face…my stomach…my arms…my legs
			UGLY
Next day, no food….hardly any water….
Stomach is growling….I don’t care.
	Killing myself….I don’t care. All I want is to be…
Pretty.
Two weeks later….friends are suspicious. I had a big lunch/breakfast/dinner. I’m not hungry.
	My stomach protests…I don’t care. 
I’m caught…I give up. I’m weak.
Food passes my lips…
		Leading down my throat
			Into my stomach…I protest. Too weak to care. I eat.
Sophmore year. I look in the mirror.
I see….fat. 
	Skin hanging
		An extra set of boobs on my sides
			Bulging under my clothes….tags getting larger along with my waistline.
I am fat. I am ugly. Like twins they go together…fat and ugly. Ugly and fat. 
			UGLY
	I refuse to eat…I pretend I am full. Move food around, no one will notice?
		Stomach growls but I fight back…killing my body but I don’t care…I want to be skinny.
I want to be pretty.
If I am skinny, I am pretty. Like twins they go together…pretty and skinny, skinny and pretty. 
I am neither. I am not pretty. I am not skinny. 
	I am FAT. I am UGLY.
		FAT.
		UGLY.
I step on the scale. I have lost five pounds. Success. 
I reward myself by not eating for another week. Three pounds are back…I hate myself. 
I look in the mirror. I am still fat. I am still ugly. 
My friends see the dark circles. They know I’m not eating. Some say something…I ignore them.
	I’m scared. I’m lost…but I don’t care. I am still UGLY. Fat and UGLY.
I’m running…trying to lose weight faster…I want to be skinny.
	Dark edges around my eyes. I don’t care. 
	Head is spinning. I don’t care.
	Breathing is labored. I don’t care.
I WANT TO BE SKINNY.
My friend finally confronts me. If I don’t stop…she will tell someone. I care. I do.
		I’m scared. 
Food passes my lips. I hate myself.
	Weight is still dropping…I find myself eating again.
		Yet…always lingers. I look in the mirror…I see…
			Fat….UGLY
Junior year. Eating again. Sometimes skipping meals...trying not to go back. 
	Constantly an option in my ear when I step on the scale…
			Look in the mirror….
				And don’t like what I see.
I fight it. I want to be strong. 
	I force myself to eat…it comes back.
		I begin to skip meals…watch the scale drop.
			Along with my self esteem….again….
Friends are fighting with me, I miss them…I am constantly on the verge of tears…
	The only thing I can control anymore is the food…I can stop it from passing my lips.
		I may not be sleeping but at least I’m not gaining weight.
I look in the mirror. I want to see me. Instead all I see is what I need to lose…what I’ve always seen.
			What she used to say to me….
				A few more pounds…maybe then I won’t be…fat.
		UGLY
I open my mouth…it all pours out. I open my computer…the words arrange themselves. 
	Tears at the truth. I am sick….but I am not
FAT.
I am not 	
			UGLY

I refuse to hate myself. I refuse to hurt myself. 
	I WANT TO BE PRETTY.
But that is not the way to be.  
	No more. No more pain…no more starving. I will be strong. I am not weak. 
I look in the mirror. I stare past my reflection and I fight the demons…
	I am not fat. I am not ugly. 
		I will change. For my friends who love me. 
			For my family.
				For me.


Details | Free verse | |

You

YOU

You, who excite me
You, who changed my world
You are the one who
Disturbed my thoughts

You, who confused me
You who appeared at the wrong time
You who cares, sometimes
You whom I crave
Constantly, achingly 

You who are wrong for me
Yet so right
You who I dare not love
But do so dearly

You who I talk to for hours
Yet to whom I say so little
You, whose caresses ignite me
You, who makes me laugh
You, who makes me cry

You arrived, you conquered 
Fragile ego, fragile mind
That is me


©gdc2014


Details | Free verse | |

My Dismal Depression

I grieve for your safety, sis, and I pray for you almost every day – 
Depression does leave a big impact on us in a negative way
But I think you think I’m crazy…tell me if I am…
My heart’s devouring curiosity, pain and sham 
And still – there’s questions left unanswered…
I feel awkward…I feel unheard like a loner at school, hovering around, yet feeling ignored
Staring at a blank screen before me…hurting my eyes a bit to a certain degree
I see that I have a long way to go with my writing process
I see my past unwind – set me free…the time will never leave me be
I’m living in a fairy tale, never truly bowing down to true success
Let me be…let me flutte like a butterfly out of its cocoon 
Let me be who I want to be…let me shine bright like the moon
I’m glistening in the moonlight – I love you more than before
I wish the night away…hoping for some sunshine
I’ll stay with you till the day I pass away 
We’ll fight this depression wars…if only you were mine
We’ll go through remorse and romance
Together…forever…we’ll dance in a serenity-indulged trance
Do you hear the wind, whispering their “goodbyes”? 
Clear skies beam upon me for a little while at last!
Nothin’ but joyous skies feels therapeutic to my eyesight…
Forgetting the dilemmas that I’ve encountered and the horrid past
Clear baby blue skies hang above our heads in polished delight
Can you see right through me? 
Will you ever see me in this reality?
You are bothering me, DEPRESSION!? 

(~!@#$%^&*()_+)

All I see is dismal clouds passing me by, accepting derision as a friend instead of a foe
Should I just move on with life? Why do I feel the urge to cry?
 I stab myself with frustration and hurt badly – I feel guilty for your crimes and your sympathy will never show…let the wicked wind blow!
 It pierces like an arrow that flies by night, hitting bull’s eye 
Regret shouldn’t get the best of me
Why should I have an unwanted guess by the name of Anxiety? 
I’m alone at last…but the future is left unknown
And, yet I don’t groan and God’s my backbone – 
I accept the truth of it all…
These scars won’t heal at all, 
Can’t help but be in the helpless frame of mind and the shattered state
The stars dim when city lights illuminate the ebony skies, revealing the cemented ink painted in the atmosphere, unwavering without a smear of fear
Hold on to the bars before you – hold on to me, my love – I can’t help, but hesitate – I keep thinking of my future, fretful fate
Please wait for me till the dawn scorches aflame like the planet Mars, but until then – turn the wheel! Turn the wheel! 
Hold on to the rope of hope – it won’t harm us, my dove! I can’t escape my ruins, but I can change for the better and pick all the pieces up and sweep away the debris  - all we are is dust on the ground, rising like the horizon of the sunset…stimulating our eyes with undying appeal
From where the sun now stands, 
I’ve been succumbing to tragedy and preparing for the battle that lies ahead


Details | Haiku | |

Red Ball - Haiku

     Red Ball – Haiku

Giant object, round
Red, drifts on the lake closer
Reach ball, touch, slip, drown


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Staircase

I feel as if I have lived my life on a dark staircase.
If I move, I will have missed a step and it's that constant feeling of falling that never makes me take that step in the first place. 
But then he came into my life.
He filled that staircase with a soft yellow beam at first, until the beam turned into the white hot heat of the sun.
It was intense, too intense for my dark staircase, and it slowly started to disintegrate under my feet and I felt as if I was going to fall into the deep, dark abyss of my mind.
What he didn't know was that beautiful things could happen in the dark.
The moon emerges and the stars fill the sky with a soft white glow that can cocoon you in the blanket of darkness surrounding you.
He turned down his intense light, and I let a little light into my staircase and soon, I was taking steps up to the top, to be with him.
I always heard the saying, "if you lose people along the way, they were meant to be lost." 
I knew he wasn't ever worth losing, because he turned my dark staircase of a mind into something worth having. 
I wanted to destroy myself so no one else could do it first.
No amount of sleep in the world could cure the tiredness I felt day after day, week after week in that dark staircase.
How do you explain something you don't even understand yourself?
Now, I sit at the top of that staircase with him, and I feel like a Queen. 
And he is my King, and we rule the kingdom of darkness together. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Proverbial Bulimic

To purge the self out
of myself--

split freckles and spit teeth,
pluck away at envy colored irises
in submission, permitting ink to pour from
their shallow sockets
like Aquarius
in a star-fufilling stigmata glorified
by sooth sayers:

to string up my forever
and never ever words
in the gallows between ribcage
and leathery scar tissue to-be--

would be to become, in an anti-phoenix manner, brutally
alive, connivingly able 
to stretch my reach over so much more
than the narrow spaces allotted by
chapped and parting lips, and what
they exhale; a sigh of monotony unnoticed
again. And I wonder:

Knowing the space-time coordinates when prison-poisoned needles
will perforate the body and whisper in
promises of escape
must be a comfort.


Details | Free verse | |

Base Jumper

            Base Jumper

This is my first time in a parachute
Jumping off the cliff face mountain
My instructor told me now, to count to 20
Before I pull the cord
Maybe that's what he said
I figure if I count higher
I can only be more secure
To play it safe, I will count to 95
That way when I land I’ll be more alive for sure
Half way down now I lost the count
So I’ll start over
Splat!


Details | Free verse | |

Gone

The old church sits
Squalid in its agony
Bitten by the earth

The air groans

The gates swung wide
Her innards raped
Gutted by vultures

Still darkness falls from the sky

It is a Murk,
A cancerous toxin
Spreading into the roots

The old world rises

Where survival rules
None are free
No miracle comes from ruin

The decay lurches on


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Free verse | |

Fear and Fearless

Testing the boundaries,
forgetting the past,
making repentance,
making it last.

From one to the next,
another and another,
pealing away,
from eachother.

Breaking, knotting,
trying to find,
the very last thing
that's always in the back of your mind.

racing, turning, falling, burning
through the ground,
buried alive, 
dead but not dead,
pounding, no sound.

Do you have a wish?
are there regrets?
You still have time,
before you rest.

Don't close your eyes,
don't hold your breath,
don't wait for someone,
who isn't a threat.

Hold your heart,
and cover your ears,
you've got a chance,
face your fears!


Details | Free verse | |

Saint Danes Away

Another night cumbered on the dazed cornerstone grave.
There goes another one less each wake that goes away.
Here and the great hereafter does not yet take hold.
Sudden that which is cold is true dead sores under toe.
Laugh comes through the echoes of love’s last lost.
Take away morning chill for the better sauce enter to.
Prayer and pray alone along the dark dimly lit sway.
Let not us error unless that Saint Danes come away.


Details | Blank verse | |

Showing You My All

If I told you that my world 
Was held in balance by you 
And that the sun only shines 
When you hold me close 
Would you run a mile and scream 
Leave me be, like all the rest 
Or would you look down into my soul 
And see a young woman desperate for love 
And destined for heartbreak? 

Would you hold me close and sigh 
As if the world stopped turning in that instant 
Or look at me cold like the dead 
And make me shudder and hide. 
If I showed you the real me
Behind this eager smile 
would you still see me as perfect 
And not broken and charred. 

If I took your hand and guided you 
To the deepest recess of my mind, 
A terrifying journey
where I would have nothing left to hide 
And you stood before the door 
Holding back my demons, 
Would you run or would you stand and fight. 
Imagine this door opens 
And you see the glowing eyes 
Would you turn and hide 
Or turn and face the
secrets fears that I possess. 

Once you fought the fear, 
The heartbreak and the envy
The broken dreams and shattered wishes
Even the confidence
Or lack of 
And the scars that followed after,
Once you fought them all
You would the biggest fear of them all
You. 
With your back turned
As you walked right out that door. 
No backward glance, 
No shaking tear. 
Just the all consuming fear 
That I've reached 
The point of no return.


Details | Free verse | |

Over Tall Babylon

What lies within the spires
Tombs reaching for the blue skies
A silent memory of power
As vines blossom their flowers along the steel
 
Sand-scorched asphalt lines the maze
An empty echo chamber of life
As if thousands of black eyes leering
The mournful wind sings its tune
 
Of this ancient Babylon
Did the wanderers marvel
Their chisels and picks hard at work
In the rubble, treading on memories
 
The pits of thousands of lonely suicides
Excavated and touted
Vultures posing with trophies
Each curled skeleton tells a silent story
 
And what of the colossus
Found within a shallow pool
The foreigners look on with careless eyes
An ancient tongue in antique scrawl
“—YOUR TIRED YOUR POOR YOUR HUDDLED MASSES—”
As the cursed sun set
Over tall Babylon
The wanderers move on
Its meaning lost for all


Details | Blank verse | |

Why I can't say goodbye

You don’t understand what it is,
I break down when its over,
and you’re gone again,
The brave face only lasts,
Until you fade and the blank screen stares,
Accusing and abusive,
and I watch my expression,
Crumble and dissolve,
In a flood I can’t seem to stem.
The word goodbye is enough,
I can’t say it,
You think I’m being cute,
But honestly,
Its a word I choke on,
It fills my chest and blocks my lungs,
It squeezes my heart and makes me panic,
Makes me scared,
Because I realise that,
once again,
I will be alone,
In the darkness that threatens,
In the way of a storm,
To consume my heart,
The surrender to the cloying,
bitter taste of tears,
That cloud my vision and make me weak,
You won’t see me cry,
I wouldn’t make you hurt like that,
I won’t ever tell you either,
I want you to be happy,
Not worried,
Not sad,
Ill smile and say ‘I’m fine’
While my heart screams help,
and my eyes stream,
Ill battle on because I know that,
In the morning it’ll be ok again,
I will be happy.
But its the night I fear the most,
Nothing but the dreams 
That remind me of your absence,
The empty space in my bed,
The arms that don’t hold me,
The pillow catches my tears,
The duvet suffocates me,
The mattress is my only support,
And the nightmares begin.
Every second is an hour,
Every hour is a day,
Every day is a lifetime,
A lifetime without you,
And so I write,
I write to suppress the feelings,
Because when I write I can’t cry,
I can’t feel,
I can’t lie,
That lie that says ‘Im fine’
And ‘I don’t miss him’ 
‘Truly’
But..
Every
Little
Part 
Of my jagged and dark soul 
Misses you. 
And so I write,
To banish the shadows,
To have some control over the feeling,
I feel lost and scared,
What worries me is that I swore,
I swore to myself,
That I would never get this far,
Its why I was so scared,
Because I can no longer remember,
A life devoid of you.
A life where I could sleep at night,
Where tears were laughter or physical pain,
Well now they are both,
and yet so much more,
They are a need.
A release.
A futile gesture to explain,
The hurt you cause,
Without even realising,
Just by being you,
It makes goodbye,
That much harder. 
More than I can bear. 


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 | Free verse | |

Path To Dehumanization

          Path To Dehumanization

Indifference being the height of inhumanity
Brings us to the loathsome solo sounds of children
In tears with fear and fleeing foreign lands to nowhere
People thinking, that’s not me.  It’s a TV show 
There’s nothing I can do
So moving on
Desensitized, we watch the news in silent isolation
So much violence becomes the common place
Numbed by too much information, we become complacent 
Displaced children and humanity is not our job
Being human is a full time occupation
No one said life would be easy
We live a life but not one worth living for
What was once our reason to feel alive 
Is now detachment, compromised, hanging in the void  
If being a rock or stone was vogue
Replacing feelings
We could move to that location, that environment to feed the cold
It’s so easy to fit that mold 
While children feed their hunger with silent tears
Soulless, waiting for a touch, and feel of peace 
No hope, no soup, no refuge and no you
Empty is the void if you can’t feel
Indifference is the height of inhumanity  
That fills in the holes of history, hungry, looking for some empathy


Details | Free verse | |

Caught In The Vortex

            Caught In The Vortex

A vortex of sin and derision tries to capture me in morning
Set in motion by agents, others, not of my frame of mind
Swirling in the evil of their world
There are homes to be built, science and other matters
To occupy my time and to attend to for the future
I refuse to be drawn in to this confusion
There are butterflies and birds with wings to study
Rising with the soft hills to feel first light
The shouting and the screaming breaks the day in two
Diverting instantly my focus on the kinder view
People want me to take a side, any side will do
They swear that their side holds the truth
There are streams with cool clear water drifting from this site
Easy on the mind with curvatures of blue and gray swaying
Tiny rippling waves at play
My tormentors scream cruel words at me
Force me to fight with a vengeance they engineered
For now I concentrate on fields of flowing flowers  
A vortex of sin with sinister intent
Will catch up with me and capture me by morning
Where agents put me in a cage for not engaging in their battles
They starve me in the dark.  They call me friend.


Details | Free verse | |

Foes and Friends Alike

Pour out your thoughts
Catch the rhythm and syllables
Construct it into a meter
Remember life is a metaphor
For understanding death
In the cold hard spaces
Between the sheets of tangled webs
Pick a moment
Trash your idols
Don't let their success
Pave your failure's road
Take the seconds
And remember old virtues
Tear them in half
And feed it back to those that told you
Burn the path cut by others
Pointing and telling you where to go
Drown them in the underbrush
With resentment,
And callous caustic contempt contemplating
The end result
Results forging a new independence
Carved off the faces of foes and friends alike
Anchors weighing the daily dose of doubt
Must be cut off to sink to the deep
Trapped in the crushing pressure
As they watch you swim from below
Head to the unknown shore
With the bodies and demands in the flotsam
Feel the fresh sunset
And weather the night


Details | Light Poetry | |

YOUR TIME TO SHINE

am from old school
paid my dues
walk picket lines
some there was blind
help made away
its a new day
its your
TIME TO SHINE


Details | I do not know? | |

Look at life

I use too cry
I use to always be shy
I never wanted to talk
I use too never want to walk

People say i was depressed
I always felt a tightness in my chest
I thought it was just stress
but i realized my whole life was a mess

all i ever did was sleep
Then all i did was weep
I tried so hard not too feel this way
how i longed to stay

No matter what i did nothing helped
nobody i saw helped
I thought i should end it
even though people would have a fit

some noticed the signs
some read between the lines
I realized there is much more
so i opened up a new door

I look at life different now
and i wonder how
I’m so happy i’m here
knowing there is nothing to fear


Details | Free verse | |

middle finger up

To all the bullies who called me names and stuff
I hope you see me now stronger and wiser
I hope you see my middle finger up
Because I’m a survivor

To the people who left me including my mum and dad
I hope you know the 7 letters, 2 words I’m writing in my pad
To everyone who left me to be sad
My middle fingers up but I’m not mad

To everyone who didn’t want to see my progression
I hope you see my middle finger up
Dear depression
My middle finger isn’t the only thing you can suck

To all the school teachers who didn’t support me
I hope you see my middle finger up
Thank you to all the rappers who taught me
I can’t thank you enough

To every girl who broke my heart
Guess what finger I’m holding in the air
Middle finger up to everyone adding to my scars
And to my parents for putting me in care

Never had many friends but luckily
My middle finger always sticks up for me
Helps me to overcome everything that’s put to me
Middle finger up to everyone judging me 


Details | Free verse | |

On Train Trestle

          On  Train Trestle 

Bag Lady laid down her head on train trestle
Waiting for the locomotive
The bridge took on a new dimension
Iron and timber became her bed
As she bent with them
Her pillow was the rail
A candle nestled in one hand
A knife held in the other
They symbolized a need for love
Or her desire to simply die
It does not matter at this time
Enlightenment came over her
Rolled down the line like thunder
In the dead of night
On trestle train




Details | Blank verse | |

Mount Sinai

Behind Mount Sinai 
On the asphalted road to a seaside town there is a hole in 
the road, a nasty hole a car hitting it could have a bad puncture.
 A rocket, albeit a puny one, caused this. 
Fired by people who will not take no for an answer they refuse 
to acknowledge   this grand scale theft of their country. 
Well, one has the right to defend oneself, so bombs, rockets fall
 on a tiny piece of land no bigger then fly dropping on a map. 
 When Arab pride and goliath are sated there will be peace but 
the underlying causes of this ritual and one-sided bloodshed will
 never go away till goliath sees sense he is not David  with a sling 
fighting the whole world in the odd belief he is both the chosen and 
 the persecuted people. Jerusalem was promised to the Jews,
but not them alone; the pledge was made by Jewish soothsayers,
who knew when a lie is told often enough it becomes a truth. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Elvira

Trick or treat
Elviras alluring
EEEeeeeeeek the small lad said, heat racing and pounding

Did he get the candy?

Now Elvira looks like Mrs. Munster


Details | Free verse | |

Conversations with the Cat

Two questions to start.

Why do you call yourself, enlightened? And who enlightened you?

***

What if the Bible were a bit misleading? I mean it is already pretty vague in many areas, notions etc.

***

This is somewhat related. Everything is somewhat related. We call this God.

Did you know that the lion and the snake both represent Satan, and Jesus?

***

I ask the opening questions again.

***

Translation?

It matters, translation. It affords errors which beget more, errors.

***

Lion Snake

Lion Snake

***

Son of Man? Or Son of God?

It matters.

The bronze serpent on a pole.

One must be very careful who one has faith in.

***

I am not the Messiah.

I think the Bible has been misinterpreted.

Lion Snake matters.

I call God father.

Jesus was a lamb.

***

Between a Jew and a Christian I am.

One group won't let me in basically and the other I am not sure of this messiah.

I follow God. God is my rock. That is what most Jews do too.

I ain't a Jew though.

I don't really want to be a Jew. I thought I did once. I don't.

Christians, I get them sometimes.

Jesus, he really did die for our sins. I mean he really died.

People are still trying to kill him.

Cat, that is crazy.


Details | I do not know? | |

Life is a drag

The expresión life is too short
is 100% wrong
life is too long and to much
for one to condone
its stretched into years
its made into decades
There isn't much to live for but 
if you find a reason
then your lucky
If have a will in the morning 
your blessed
if you have someone to hold 
then you've made it
but thats not how it is
reason turn into avoidance's
will turns in to resent
and someone to hold will turn 
back to hate you
but some how we must go on
to see where we land
to ride this thing out
and reach the end
but the end is too far
for this bag of life on my back
is to heavy 
it hurts
it won't let me out
don't try to off
thats the *****es way out
So they say
we must continue to blister our 
feet
to regret our decisions
and to somehow live on
The people we meet will always 
disappoint
they force on us new habits 
that the world creates for the 
poor
the ones without luck
without will
and without blessings
this life is long indeed
and the crap we experience is 
in fact an experience
nothing more
than one hell of a ride
and in the end
we want another turn


Details | Rhyme | |

Moonlit Passage


On steadfast passage, I observe,
though I surely walk alone…
The soft moonlight cannot obscure,
footprints among the stones…
Have I walked this path before?
Perhaps these prints are mine?
I’ve traveled far, yet here they are,
they’ve stood the test of time.
These faded clues, by midnight hue,
have filled my mind with déjà vu…
Some memories form,
then try to leave.
But clues belie them I believe…
I journey through the dark of night,
to validate by morning light.
The tarnished traces, memories cast,
on stepping stones of travels past…
Copyright © 2014


Details | Free verse | |

The Curse Of Love

The Curse Of Love

These words not yet spoken, 
Stolen, before there get there moment
In the light, Before I get to look her, In her eyes
And tell her,those words on my mind
Even Before there wrote In pen, tonight
There Still living In my mind of I'm a broken
Poet....who Lost his way In life
Until my poems surface again, There somewhere In my crazy mind 
Once again, It's Midnight...
And I wake, As I throw water on my face
I decide, To write but I'm now tongue-tired 
My Scatter brain
Scattered ashes over my grave
Trying to Sleep with one eye open
But my eyes are already closing
As I hear the faint sound of the chime
Of the antic clock, As my heart come's to its stop

My death prolonged, So I can feel the agony 
Of writers block, And then that sucker punch
In my upper lung, When I find out my wife's cheating
My heart sunk, Down the bottle to numb the pain
Punch drunk love again
I look down at a empty case
Because I couldn't get the courage to leave memory lane!
These words missing on the page
Become irrelevant In my drunken state
Some how it brings elegance to this empty white space
Because I picture her face, And a little piece of me dies again
A thousand miles away, But I stayed with you through blistering rain
Had to watch you, Lie to my face again and again
I wish I could wake and not worry about leaving you today
But I wake to the same raining Monday,
My heart breaks once again,When I see you leave to meet him
I know your cheating...
My soul's impaired, I can't find it in me
To Dance In the rain
This relationship once felt like floating on air
Now there's no air, Left we both left to suffocate
A relationship at taken its last breath
I miss me putting the smile on your face.. Wait!
We back up In the cloud, Nine,Everything feels fine
But I get scared everytime, You leave the house
Wondering If what you said was a lie  
How can trust be replayed
The visions of her cheating In my head gets replayed
For you to say "you didn't do it" cliche
These words "I love you" now erased
When I said it "I love you" I meant it
You think your persuasive
But I know you can't face to say it, Pleading your innocent
When your here with me, The real you is missing
Your so distant From me 
Her eyes are lost from the world we onced lived and breathed 
Once it was only you and me
Now you say you going to leave me
Because I'mgetting needy
But Im just fucking grieving 

My world is covered in a black clouded mist
Its those little things, That we miss
Someone to hold and gently kiss, Goodnight
So many good times 
Those three little words that were repeatedly over worked
Didn't mean much to you, But they mean so much when
You feel Untouchable Our love, Unbreakable
Until our glass window broke,
It Shattered, I hit it so hard my first broke
But I Missed looking through the window Pane
My hearts, still aches
Frozen, white,lost eyes....
Until I rip up this page!, Just to express my pain!
It the only way convey my emotions
To get them portrayed on this page
Ice cold, I tried to show no emotion..
Tho a Flight of emotions, I'm
Going through, Teetering on explosion
In my mind blowing, up 
I'm left out adrift in crashed boat that's just sunk
I see nothing but the open sea,
So There's goes my hope
My journey, A tale of twists
And turns, My love spell forever cursed
Underneath my heart holds roses
Now scalded black there burnt
Until I see, that I rest my head on this bed of roses
My numbers Up
My grave, today's date!
I guess you can call that poetic justice
The name 
states forever “broken” permanently engraved
On my grave, My tomb is locked the keys broken
To open heavens gates 
But I'm still awake...

When all of a sudden An angel fell my way
She engaged 
My attention with her angelic face
So colorful, delightful, and beautiful like a florist 
Her elegant dress
Bright white like tulips, her lips Begging to be kissed
Your heart The deepest darkest red
This Temptress triggering my revival
As I seen her walk down the aisle
Into the Entrance of our weeding church
The pigeons flying off their perch
I finally broke my curse 
I always falling for the wrong girl
But not her
Now this girl is my world
As the quire are singing
She looks stunning her glow is beaming
Deepest feeling's that's approaching on immovable
I'm breathing again my hears started beating
It lilt the flame 
To my desires
That's burning inside with fire
I'm swept onto sore
I'm falling for her
Like nothing I've felt before
She the one for sure

As we hold hands, walking along beach
Our feet sink though grains of sands
Are paths connected the dots
I guess everything happens for a reason
Or Perhaps Not
So I set fire to past
As I lilt the match 
As we both ran
Out into the sunset..
Catch
Us if you can
Love curse
I guess, Love hurts 
But true love 
Are the one's, Who pick us up
So now your the one I love 
	Your my one Love

I finally broke the curse of love.