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Details | Rhyme | |

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Angels

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Door is Always Open

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I promise.


Details | Lyric | |

This Day In Age

I find it strange this day in age
Some beautiful ones are still teens
I've talked to older women, I'm afraid;
It's almost like I'm caught in between.

You see, other Adventist Christians,
They did consider it ignorant of me.
I didn't ask for this experience;
I don't wish to be in captivity.

Is it how I carry myself?
Well, maybe it's the male physique
Which might describe the way she felt
That time when her eyes were on me.

I picked the less of two evils;
Adulthood is not simple to me.
I will never be perfect for people;
Especially, when I'm twenty-three.



©2013 Honestly JT


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Love Is Louder

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


Details | ABC | |

Skin

You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.


Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


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The Score

A very rich old man, still handsome in his way,
Was in New York’s most exclusive jewelry store,
Paying over nine thousand dollars for a gem-encrusted necklace.
‘Thank you so much, Mr. Didwell.  Will there be anything more?”

Beside the old man was an ethereal young beauty,
A body made for sin and a most angelic face.
Her sweet giggle was a lilting song of innocence.
Only such a necklace could match her natural grace.

“Oh Pookie, you’re just too, too sweet.”
She kissed his cheek. “You’re just so good to me.”
Then she purred, “And I want to be good to you.
Just you wait ‘til we get home…you’ll see.”

The old man winked at the salesman,
Knowing that he knew the “score.”
“Oh Sweet Thing, you’re already good to this old man.
You’re worth all I give and so much more.”

She danced on air as they left the store.
They crawled into his limo, and as it pulled away,
The old man turned to his young beauty and said,
“Sweet Thing, there’s something I must ask today.

If I lost everything, if I wasn’t rich any more,
Would you still love me as I love you?”
“Oh Pookie, you know I would;
And I would miss you too.”


Details | Couplet | |

Eve

Only Eve is a madam, 
who is known from Adam.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Couplet | |

Our age

Even our serious age
does not make us all sage.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Women of age

Women of age

A woman of age popped in last night.
The garden had become wet, might
this gardener – willing yet weak – plane seeds
into where nothing grows, not even weeds.

For this aged garden, has become barren.
No amount of passion nor patient caren
will be able to make life sprout or grow.
This, the garden and gardener doth know,

that when sweet seeds – needs – are sown,
reality comes to light and all is known.
They will come to an end without fertilization.
This awareness, this knowledge, their realization,

that life’s true meaning has ended – procreation,
a dead issue, has become life’s - no perpetuation –
meaning for these tired, aged, lost souls
who’s time has stilled, it no longer  flows

from this garden, yet this gardener doth strain
for what will remain - their immortality, never again
from them to create a new – life’s force to remain.
No longer will they provide new souls for this plane.

From these two, never a story to be told
for they travel down a different road.
Each, on a separate journey, to end
their days, do they, still call each, friend ?

There are so many ideas, points of view, thought
about life’s meaning, so what is it ?, that is taught
by the lessons we have learn ?, the wars fought,
that have brought us closer, yet maybe not

to the understanding of mankind’s existence,
the meaning of humanity ?, or its relevance
to the world we live on, continue destroying.
We are but a disease ?, a virus ?, reaching out, deploying.

B. J. “A ” 2
February 26th 2006


Details | I do not know? | |

I Had A Dream

I had a dream that Malcolm X, Martin Luther the King Jr., and Tupac
was speaking to me
Mourning on why our black’s folks are killing each other mourning because
our generation is getting worser
Mourning because they fought for no reason because our blacks now days
don’t appreciate the freedom that we gave them
I hardly see my black brothers going to college educating themselves
I hardly see educated young black women
The only thing I see now is hoes and thugs walking up and down our
streets that we once walk and fought on
And why are my brothers killing each other thinking that our own kind is
the enemy
While some white men is in the background smoking a cigar laughing and
just watching the madness
Tell me why when I look at the black communities the only thing I see is
mothers crying and babies dying
Young black boys carrying guns knowing that they can not handle it
Tell me why I don’t see any real black leaders stepping up trying to stop
the violence so the world can at least get better
Tell me why I don’t see any black leaders stepping up and fighting the
truth like we did back then
I know it will pay a cost but at least you fought for something to change a
nation for ever
And I thought that we would change the mind of black people forever but
it looks like it only did for a little while
Because our eyes are fill with tears when we see young black women
pregnant at an early age can’t even afford to take care of the baby
Where are the mothers to tell them to educate themselves and keep their
legs close because they have plenty of time for love
Where are the fathers now days when their son has a full loaded gun ready
to take someone else life
They pull the trigger because they don’t hear that one voice they want to
hear to tell them to stop
They don’t have a father figure in their house so they feel left out when
they see other young men their age with fathers
Tell me why when I hear music now days it doesn’t make sense anymore
Black brothers rapping now talking about killing their own brother and
calling their own black sister out their name
 
But about thirty years ago our black men respect each other and didn’t call
women out their name
Black women weren’t hoes instead they were educated strong women that
fought against ignorance
Tell me why people don’t listen to us anymore
They just watch the tape and don’t listen to what we had to say
They don’t even open their eyes to see the real truth we told and explain
they don’t even care about what we been through or what we had to give
up so our blacks could have freedom
  I only hope you can change the world Donta go and tell our people to
educate their selves and stick together
So one day you and our black brothers and sisters can change the world


Details | Verse | |

My Heroine

She wore an Armour over her dress
to go on and fight in the face of death
Joan of Arc is the name of the girl
that died at an age of nineteen years old
For the chance to make a change...
tell me, what have you achieved?

She is my Heroine
This is my Superwoman
The Unconditional Lover
Of the love that does deserve
And she stands to shine upon
the darkness of the night

She's a brave young solidarity
Unforgettable girl to my memory
To save a soul, Rachael (Corrie) lost her own...
Saying 'No', at the age of twenty three
To the Zionist bulldozery,
And the world did nothing at all...

She is my Heroine
This is my Superwoman
The Unconditional Lover
Of the love that does deserve
And she stands to shine upon
the darkness of the night


There are women in time, the idols of how to survive...
That are one of a kind, women of all times... 
Helen Keller, Eva Peron, Queen Elizabeth, Nancy Astor, Anna Frank, Mother Tereasa, 
Princess Diana, Jane Adams, Jane Austin, Catherine the Great, Mme Curie, Zaha 
Hadid, Cleopatra, Queen Victoria, and many more... leaders of all time... be proud to 
be a woman and don't allow men to decide if you have rights or not... you decide...


Details | I do not know? | |

This is the Day She Turns 30

This is the Day She Turns 30
by Lori Maria Walton

This is the day
when she turns thirty
but it is just a day
that nature, in its eternal flow,
acknowledges with a smile at
human constructs,
which are all caged.

This is the day
when she turns thirty,
receives roses, plays with daisies,
hums a secret love song,
gliding with steady wings
in the conference of the birds,
who are all free.

This is the day, 
when the mirror looks into a blue, shining ocean 
of spectacular eyes and sees
beauty, magic and elegance
making love on the seabed
which is translucent

She rises from the daisies
far above the day
and becomes timeless
she surfs with the minerals under an absolute sky
I see her and I see her beaming
behind a veil of joy