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Details | Haiku | |

Bio in Short

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .


The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "


Details | Limerick | |

Anzac Day

It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay


Details | Sonnet | |

The Going Insane

     SARAJEVO the going insane
Could anyone explain the going mad
of someone whom your life's depended on,
or how, the sanity, all they have had
grows weaker until all they've had is gone?

You know their love's been such a part of you
but life had reason, it just couldn't stay,
and in your heart you know the love was true,
it did not end, it only slipped away.

To watch, as those you've loved, grow weak in mind
is watching death--in all your eyes can see,
and helpless, all your hope is but to find
their death is not as fast as death should be.

   It takes a long time knowing all is gone
   and longer finding reason to go on.
© Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron wilson


Details | Rhyme | |

Battle of Culloden

Battle of Culloden

1746 is a date I now know
Descendents of Ours, Great courage they showed
After fearless fighting the Jacobites grew fewer
Bloodshed ran thick through Culloden Moor

The Catholics gathered in the heathered feild
Faces war painted and blunt swords they did weild
It was a time where the Highlands Clans colided
The Fate of many already decided

A Cunning, curageous but desperate technique
Planned and ready the first regiment streaked
The Highland Charge took its birth
If only they knew what the outcome was worth

Seen in the air the mist of last breaths
As the next wave ordered run to their deaths
Fearless and determined , ill prepared and Rustik
They Stood no chance against the Hanoverians Muskets

A date in Ano domini's Time Line For sure
An end to the jacobites long lasting tour
At the end of the day the battle elapsed 
The Jacobite's coalition began to collapse

Prisoner's are gathered and sent south to Suffer
Their Forced into  Labour or Death penalty they discover 
The remaining few who rebel and oppose
Get tried for High Treason and put into rows
The death penalty is issued and the  craw of the crows
Echoe Eerily as they hang by the Gallows.


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

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

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

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

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

T.K


Details | Free verse | |

The Minds at War

I wasn't supposed to be here, 
Stuck on a field painted with crimson. 
I didn't choose this life, 
What have we-what have I done?

Standing before the rising sun, 
But I feel nothing but the cold, 
As a gun is pointed to this head, 
I am not the one to die, this story is foretold. 
 
He is the one to fall, not I! 
"The trick is to kill the poor bastard before he kills you." 
He did not expect the silver finger to point back at him, 
"Give them that final respect." Before they see a white hue. 

I was not the one to die, no, I am still alive! 
But why must I feel so dead now? This body is still here! 
No, that spirit I once had remains on the battlefield, 
That spirit is in the past, which is far from near. 

I walk with the heavy burden upon my back, 
I truly was the one to fall. 
Without a word, the memories I hold remain, 
Blocking me from moving on like a wall. 

I may still be here, I am still alive today, no? 
But that once perfect and innocent mind is laying on the field, 
Waiting for it's time to come, waiting for life anew, 
The mind is alone, it's fate is sealed. 

I still walk this Earth, I am dead, but still alive, 
But why do I still remain? 
I still see the face of the one who deserved to live, 
If it is like this, is my life just in vain? 

My body is long gone, but that mind still remains, 
Residual and replaying that scenes as a projector. 
It waits to tell you the story of he who never returned home,  
And about the Minds at War. 


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 | |

New Age Chemical Warfare

Memory, oh sweet memory, 
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.

Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart palpations, and more, begin slowly.
From whence comes your sweet deception?
My bones ache and I cannot breath in life's memory.
Lost in my own fantasy with dizziness.
Imagining a chemical warfare against the masses.
Common folks like you and me but subjugated peons.
Mushy brains found among the young and innocent thin.
Excite my brain with your pondering, my muse.
To you, I owe this mysterious inkling.
A powerful infiltration, a plan concocted by the enemy.
Chemical warfare on the home front, disguised as pleasure.
Marketed among the unsuspecting –

Aspertine is thy name oh great deceiver
In the name of sweetness, mental acuity dies.
Freely given to the soldiers in Desert Storm, diet soda! 
The Plan: Conquer a great nation from within.
Infiltrate every aspect of life in a well-laid plan.
Thus, food and drink may lead to a nation's folly.
Slowly slipping away our freedom to be US. 
Quietly.  Unobtrusively.  Ingeniously.  Irreversibly!
Joyfulness, visit me; remove this pain for it is great.

Chemical warfare kills.
Sometimes, we close our eyes.
But we must not.
Lest it becomes lethal to our free nation –

© March 17, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Et cetera Free Poetry 
Sponsor:  Debbie Guzzi

RELATED LINK: http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2011/11/06/aspartame-
most-dangerous-substance-added-to-food.aspx



Details | Ode | |

WAR IN MY LIFE

I woke up early in the morning, on
My canopy snug bed laid on
Stinks,I managed to stifle my yawn
I remember
I remember my war
War in my life
War in my life
I breath heavily
I almost choked by fumes
In bundle,I packed my belongings
Thinking of what to eat
I have no where to stay
For the day
I have noting to do for feeding
Relative sent me away because I am noting
I walk around the street
Sometimes,I stand,bend,and knee
Begging for money to feed
I heard this proverb says, if there
Is life there is hope
Hope, hope,hope for me in this world
Now that I am old
Greyish hair on my head
If I heard something about thirty minute
Ago,hardly will I remember
I have not much to live in life
When will I have halcyon day in my life?
Can I still be optimism or I should hope
To be fortune in the
Hereafter?,I mumbled alone.

8/10/15
for shhhhhh  contest sponsor by Silent one.


Details | Rhyme | |

Moon War

This is as simple as it gets
The truth displayed on blank pages
Lies on the written ones
For you, for me- the wages
From fighting this war are meager
And it seems that we are eager
To leave this hole we are in. 
Can we write a new story?
Nothing is happening but nothing
Can prevent this unbecoming glory.
Winning was never an option we
Had considered in the first place. 
But to actually have victory 
Would be kind of the one we call fate. 
This is as complicated as it gets
Food turns to drink in moonlight
But still we cross our fingers and
Hope that a beam could be our spotlight.


Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


Details | Quatrain | |

I Remember His Words

I remember his words, not that long ago Telling of such times when crimson flowed My Grandad, my hero, who's memories told My bedroom window I look, it all unfolds Neighbours fighting neighbours, why I cry People talking yesterday now in furor I'm young, I'm eleven, asking myself why What's changed overnight, fueling this score In panic surround Dubrovnik is now where I stay Walled city, Grandads house, from Serbian tirade Seven months endured, walls holding well Wishing it's over ending our imprisoned hell Again his stories unfold of countries in ruin Fighting with Tito, heroes they one and all Repelling the Germans, killing their doing Repulsed he is, by their murdering thrall Back to the present and a silence exists Can it be that the fighting has now ceased What I'm seeing aged eleven, people I know Holding back tears of whom known deceased It's now 2015, I'm a Lawyer of human rights I've lived many nightmares, said killing sights For my Grandfathers memories, he and all There will be justification, when no one will thrall .


Details | Narrative | |

LOATHSOME AGE OF GREED

If I had lived yesterday
in that chaotic world echoing
of Gatling guns shots and canon blasts,
I would have made a difference:
hate and prejudice would have not prevailed,
and power wouldn't have been abused;
from History's records, we know that even 
when Jesus lived it wasn't that peaceful!
During the American Civil war,
Northerners fought Southerners...
did they hear Scarlet's desperation,
or the moaning of her loss as war went on?
And for sometime, it had become
a modus vivendi she couldn't change.
Let's return to the stark reality of the present:
have we noted some drastic changes
in Government and social behavior?
Yes, it has given us more liberty,
but another war has shattered many hopes
of ever seeing peace as blood continues to be shed...
while nations arm themselves to their teeth!
How can we welcome those winds of change and feel safe,
if we tell our children that danger still exists?
And has society been kinder and more caring?
Obscenity, teen sex, violence, greed, vulgarity
and exploited sexuality are being condoned by many;
we wouldn't be that cool if we didn't use obscene words,
and worst of all, we are called hermits or asexual
if we abstain from sex to prevent those sexual diseases!
Is this rebellion, or a trend of the new generation?
Having unprotected sex, making babies, 
laying the burden on their Government that's fighting
a terrorist war? Do we seen any future
for these lost kids who imitate the habits of their parents?
Blame them? Ah! Lots of things would be changed,
if they turned to God and ask for His guidance!
And to end my visceral narrative, I shamefully confess, 
" I hate to live in this loathsome age of greed!"


Details | Rhyme | |

Tribute To Corporal Buckles

A hundred-ten year old soldier was interred in Arlington Cemetery today.
Corporal Frank Woodruff Buckles now sleeps nigh his comrades in sacred clay,
Awaiting that glorious morn when Gabriel's bugle will sound that final call,
To fall in for the last calling of the roll!   Corporal Buckles will be standing tall!

"Taps" was played echoing far beyond the hills of Arlington into the misty past,
Reminding all of brave men who were destined to die or were horribly gassed!
Courageous men who willingly placed national destiny above their very own,
To ensure that our precious and hard-won freedoms would ne'er be overthrown!

Only sixteen, he lied about his age trying to join the navy and marines with no luck,
And was told, "Go home before your Mom knows you're gone, you young buck!"
He told a bigger whopper telling the army recruiter he was all of twenty-one!
The sergeant, looking for warm bodies signed him up, thence the deal was done!

He was promoted to corporal and served with distinction as an ambulance driver.
After serving in France, he was honorably discharged, returning a heroic survivor!
As a civilian he was a prisoner of the Japanese in the Philippines but was kept alive,
And was rescued after three years in Los Banos prison camp in nineteen forty-five.

He proudly represented the 'doughboys' of The Great War as last man standing.
So much, so very much to him we owe for his service was most outstanding!
That venerable symbol of America, the majestic Golden Eagle, cried,
On the day that the old veteran, Corporal Frank Woodruff Buckles died!

(Corporal Buckles, the last American survivor of World War 1, died 27 February 2011, at the age of 110)

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved




Details | Rhyme | |

Hero Sheep: The Golden Age of Wool

In days of old when knights were bold and dungeons were dug deep 
Widely renowned back then was found, a race of hero sheep 
These sheep were strong, these sheep were tough, these sheep were eight feet tall 
And lots of very useful stuff was knitted from their wool 

The wool was strong, and woven long to any length was able 
To out perform the tensile strength of any modern cable 
While nimble hands, pulled finer strands from out that noble flock 
Which taut, sufficed to cleanly slice right through the toughest rock 

Those sheep were prized, and many wise men kept their woolly kind 
Twas said the bleating of those sheep would stimulate the mind 
The wonders that those sheepies wrought, would fill a hundred lists 
And fuelled a boom for work by loom and wool technologists 

They found that wool, if tightly bound would not only float 
But closely weaved and interleaved, could make a woolly boat 
While natural grease, gleaned from that fleece, if applied just right 
Succeeded to fulfil the need to make it watertight. 

So woolly fleets sailed ancient seas, to ply the trade in wool 
Till pirates knitted cannons, to fire woollen cannonballs 
And so, therefore, a woolly war broke out throughout the world 
The war was short, but keenly fought where woollen sails unfurled 

The brief wool war had one deep flaw, though everyone was willing 
For woolly blades, however made, are little use for killing. 
This one defect completely wrecked the wool age upward trend 
And so the golden age of wool came to a sudden end. 


Details | Acrostic | |

10-313 Untold

He saw me I saw him
We leaped for greatness
But we were earth bound
He surpasses my hopes
And shatters my dreams
I feel darkness in him which I bravely embrace
He’s my hope my shield my love
My undivided trust
With him
I feel that I can reach bounds and mounts of greatness
So why do I still feel so empty


Details | Rhyme | |

The Seasons Of Change

The Seasons Of Change

How the years have passed me by so fast, it seems like yesterday.
The road through life has twists and turns got lost but found my way.
So many sunsets since that time so much that I have learned.
But for that love I found one spring for her my heart still yearns.

Soldiers still march off to war and old men feel their pain.
Why don’t people ever learn there’s nothing we can gain.
Beat the drums and sound the horns the brave will heed the call.
Then take their names and etch them in a big black marble wall.

The seasons passed me by so fast, oh where did they go.
Fashions never seem to last the new looks like the old.
One thing that has never changed and I hope it never will.
The love that blossoms in the spring between a boy and girl.

I dream of days when love and hope are all that mankind needs.
When poets write and artists paint on canvas lovely things.
When man will look to heaven high to see their reigning king.
And Love between a boy and girl blossoms in the spring.


Details | Free verse | |

Forever Tumbling

The few achieve enormously,
while the decrepit fools realize their assistance. 
 
During the control,
beneath the breathing rumor,
they consider. 
 
Below the eye, 
authority falls from its pyramid. 
 
Little plans towards the bright objection.
 
The powerful urge swings above the time-bound findings. 
 
Among the magnificent storm,
those collect quickly
following the rainy justice. 
 
The dizzy deal muffled by the old symphony
beside the cemetery of memory.


Details | Free verse | |

Cold War


A series of hello’s, and only that;
We are each other’s familiar stranger.
Those glances queer yet unsuspecting,
My soul begins to wonder-
My thoughts, they dance and wander.

A careful denial to a careless disregard;
Surrounded by a wall t’was built amiss.
A trap in a non-existent black hole
A suffocating sorrow-
A melancholic hollow.

Your deep-set eyes and glimmering iris
Don’t miss the warm facade
Of a beautiful countenance
But a sombrous ghost I long to know-
My curious and subtle soul.

Your perfect golden smile,
And then, presto, it’s gone.
The mystery of your avoidance
And the dreaded war of silence-
The war that’s non-existent.

Oblivion is no excuse to ignore each other’s presence
But still confined for decades
Behind the walls we put up
For our souls to only converse in silence
As we are a series of hello’s and only that.


Details | Epitaph | |

The Souls of War

The world is in awe,
Of such devastation,
Is this gonna be the future?
Of our great nation .
What's this world coming to?
I surely can't comprehend'
We're all brother's and sister's
And we're also your friend's .
We live in a world
Full of wars and wants ,
So buckle up your belts, 
And grab hold of your pants .
We don't feed on wars ,
Like some other's do
We won't mention their names '
But the world knows it's true .
Do they care for our children?
Ask and see, what they say'
Will we be here tomorrow?
Come and ask me, the same day .


Details | ABC | |

War good God Yall absolutely nothin''

men.

David Madison -

Hope your having a fgood uh, sleep...... its 1645
aND i AM WASTED. TTYL, cINDY


Details | Free verse | |

Well I Declare - If It Aint The Bounty Man

          Well I Declare – If It Aint The Bounty Man

Well I declare!   When I was young and free
I slung 2 guns from about my waste and charged a fee
And shot anything in sight that moved
As long as I got paid of course
I would shoot calories if there was a dollar in it
And lose weight in the process upon my horse
Now I’m 84 and there aint no shootin anymore 
But when I was young if you heard me say
“Well I declare” the word “war” was sure to follow in that statement
“Well I declare war on everyone in this here nation!”
And yell, “What in tar nation!” at the cowpokes in the saloon 
Yes sir.  They’d all run and hide like rabbits and baboons
Well I declare.  I can’t remember anything anymore
Who am I kidding?
I was never young.  I was born 84 and ready for a war


Created on 9/02/14 for- Well I Declare- Poetry contest


Details | Rhyme | |

War Memorial: Youthful Eyes, Elder's Vision

Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows

Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood stains that do burrow
From pursed lips, do the painful strains bellow
O'er from silent gun, percussive waves billow

Youthful glint on glimmering memorial glows
From aged lens, vicarious tears solemnly flow
Lad's fawning beams on chivalric statue strew
Elder's sorrowful squints the mediated surface furrow
Young mind each, savory fold does swallow
Aged intellect each corroded line does follow
On gilded bust, youth's prating eyes wallow
Gaunt septuagenarian mourns core now hollow
Around girth, innocent lids embrace time's fleeting shadow
Experienced hearts scorn clones strung from future gallows

New hopes, dreams cover the base now fallow
New doubts, fears sweep sodded ground, now sallow


Details | ABC | |

Six sentence war, Israeli Style

Tic Tac Toe
No Honour, No
Tic Tac Toe
No  Result, No
Tic Tac Toe, two sides go to war
Tic Tac Toe, No win, No lose, No draw


Details | Acrostic | |

A Few Words On Optimism And War

Words by: Afolobi Muideen 
Being alive is war
We often pray not to die young
Yet battle upon battle
we live our lives in destitution
We stretch arms to feed
yet we are part of the global world; 
We are unable to sleep
warm, with our love ones
We sleep where we are as the day roughens,
a terrible life indeed;
We accept our destiny
with optimism, for a better future.

Here's a few comments by members of soup towards this poem 

"Wish one day you will sleep in peace comfort & love"      Arthur  
"Being alive is war, I can't agree more on that first line"    Skat 
"Positive energy gives us the will to move forward"          Nette 
"It's important not to lose hope in face of adversity"        Mystic
"Optimism is a most important value for a better future"    Leonora 
"A powerful poem on the times of our reality"                  Cherl 

                           Being 
                           Engrossed  
In
Nervous 
Gullies 

                           A war 
                           Licenses 

Invites 
Very 
Endangered 

                          Intristic 
                          Souls 

We are the hopers that need to rise above 
And give ourselves and others a chance 
Repeat kindness share a meal forgive try to forget and mend 


Because war, leaves it's scars 
But the soul with a little love can win it out, by far....


Mystic Rose 
Thanks you Afolabi Muideen 
For your treasured poem 


Details | Free verse | |

Golden Age Book Club

mandatory monopoly to teach kids a business sense
life long school writing career to help set up your children for success
filing cabinets for councellors to read through
to help your children reach their aspirations
by grade 12 the book edited and presented to the market

anyone can do this
writing a book to heal the mind
pick 5 or 7 names
write descriptive nonsense about them everyday
and don't bother putting it in order

Paying attention to your themes
realise when you have a breakthrough write
then rewrite that story

the miracle of the womb of dreams
women's intuition of an infants first introduction to it's creator
mom a subconcious prophet who just doesn't know
freud of the denial of sexual knowledge
jung of psychological awareness
all ties together learning to think through emotion
due to discomfort of heat and hunger

A gift to the world i have given you an oracle
sending the soldiers of god
walking the globe in circles to their enlightenment
by mastermining your war efforts
you can make war impossible
cities with their own magnetic poles strategically placed
the order of the compas points different for each quadrant of the world

The second generation Internet
pending approval before it is viewable
Bank robbing police in my backyard
its almost time for your funeral

Telling the well people to build an arc
just in case
you like to travel anyway
something better to do than poison your children
and repeat unpleasant mistakes
mandatory firefighting enlistments
preparing for droughts and floods
the war of our world v.s the wrath of mother nature
fought hard with the plan to end famine

still wondering about the missing priests
who allowed criminal refuge
children the victoms in one way
adults recieving the wrong sermon

Richy rich calling scotland yard
many of my dreams have been stolen
would like to go have tea with the queen
welcome to the Next level
the game of making ones life unfair
studied to induce suicide through psychology
waiting for you to come into my life to give me a gun
thinking i might fall for your good intentions 
i won't
that much poison in my veigns
bank robbing police
if there is a problem solving this mystery
you just might attend some of the worst case scenarias
i have been living


Details | Free verse | |

Leave Me

Oh, luna!
Have you crushed thee heart,
To meet thy man who roams the earth,
In gigantic steps,
He; who roams the earth?

You are the saviour of mine,
Who made the world,
A lovely place, why,
You've turned it swirl?

Leave me alone,
Thy man who weaks,
Thy man who speaks,
Thy man who kicks
The man with gigantic steps.

Go! 
Commanders of the hearth,
Kill thy man,
The weakest, the cowardy,
The smallest,
And leave me.


Details | Free verse | |

Aimless

In this War of Attrition

who knows just

whats going on?

who knows what

lies in waiting

beyond the Great Beyond

who's the man behind the curtain

can I take a peek

just a look to be for certain

out of curiosity

 

In this age of expanding unknowing

control is overwhelmed

directionless and destructive

a madman at the helm

a very steep price to pay

shall we not step n tune

so let your fire in the sky

burn with the flame

that don't consume

your ship will be surely righted

even if your not

keep on for you

a better person

until the ark crashes the top

of the mountain.
In this War of Attrition

who knows just

whats going on?

who knows what

lies in waiting

beyond the Great Beyond

who's the man behind the curtain

can I take a peek

just a look to be for certain

out of curiosity

 

In this age of expanding unknowing

control is overwhelmed

directionless and destructive

a madman at the helm

a very steep price to pay

shall we not step n tune

so let your fire in the sky

burn with the flame

that don't consume

your ship will be surely righted

even if your not

keep on for you

a better person

until the ark crashes the top

of the mountain.


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When Love Failed

When all the lights went out and the edge of darkness crept in, the Hero looked out over the abyss and came face to face with his sin.  He had come this far, following the fallen star, he had come this far.  He had fought through fire and hail, over seas of blood he had set sail.  Over hill and valley to this last standing finale, he had come this far.  His sword and scythe bore gore and strife, but he would not quit, he had come this far.  But now he stared out into the dark and he now faced the only foe who could kill him.  Now all his fears clawed at his eyes and he could not dissuade them.  His Love stared back, though her heart would lack, the very love that had brought her to her fate.  It was now, again, too late.  The Hero fell to his knee, his frozen heart breaking as he sent his plea.  "Let it not be her!!!!!  How did this occur???  It can be anyone but she!!!!!"  But God did not hear and could not see.  It was no one else but she.  Through age after long age he had thought he had lost her to the Devil.  Well, she stood there yet still was she lost to the sly Devil.  The Hero stood up from his seat, raising his lost eyes to her head from her feet.  She did not stare back, for a soul and eyes she did lack.  This was a shell, a shell raised from the pit of Hell.  This was not his Love to be.  This was not she.  "Show yourself, Demon King!!!  Put face to your treachery!!!"  The Hero's demand opened the shadowy ring and out stepped He.  "I am sorry to have done this, Hero.  This is the Last War and I have to do everything I can."  The Devil explained himself to the Hero, the Hero heard the Devil's plan.  The Hero shook his head and then he said, "I know that my Love is dead.  No shell will sway my hand or heart.  I've come this far and now must play my part.  For this I have bled."  The Devil sighed and some say he again bent his hood and cried.  "Then face your rotted bride.  With sword and claw strip her hide.  This is war and this must be done.  Finish now what you have begun."  The Hero raised his sword as his face sank and paled.  "Once more my love has failed."