The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
The red rose may be beautiful or grand
Sensual even LOVELY. But still only a
THEN....I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the INDIGO ROSE
The BLUEST I had ever seen
A TEASING picture of the
The blue ROSE is EXOTIC, she feeds
The WINSOME ROSE shame with
Professional precision on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity.
Shades of BRILLIANT blue FLASH ACROSS A MOVIE
SCREEN BLUE VIXEN SUPREME
She sends the entire garden into bland oblivion.
A blue diamond glimmering in a GOLDEN heaven.
All other roses WILT of envy clamoring at her
Heels with CONGESTED JEALOUSLY.
When I set eyes upon this ROSE it so inspired me
To see what had not been seen.
The INDIGO GARDEN and all its splendor
THE IMMEASURABLE SOUL OF THE
MAGNETIC practically hypnotizing
These are the INDIGO GARDEN guarded
Secrets I've been knowing
THE INDIGO WAY
ALWAYS THE INDIGO ROSE FOREVER
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015
A kiss from heaven
A magical time
A true love is rare
But decidedly divine
My picture of love
Was carefully designed
Two parents and a home
That I could call mine
Shakespere and romance
Filled in some gaps
Passion and desires
Completed the map
But can we play
With the cards we're delt
With time an enemy
And the beauty of someone else
How can I win love
With what I have
And the ideal of me loving
Makes people laugh
All the ledgends and stories
That I would use
To make myself something
Hope springs eternal
When it comes to love
As fools we dare to trust it
But it's love that we're made of
Love plays its game
Of hide and seek
And of all emotions
It's the most unique
Why we desire
This awesome power
When by it we are
Weakened by the hour
Upon inspection and
Without it flesh
The laws of attraction
Mixed with fashion
Or divide the strong
From the weak
Is love law or law love
While contenders ferociously
Long and lonely
This part of lifes journey
That so often leads
It's not just physical but it's also
Finding someone who cares
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Did we find that sacred trust
Or are our memories
Filled with lust
And like our bodies to decay
Was our destination
Heaven or bust
Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2013
Trust the truthful Gods .
,though against the odds
they fought fearful death
for modest man's breath
to rebreath of life
in green paradise;
to mystics granted
in virtue planted.
Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2014
Flames roared through the nights sky.
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames.
The heat warmed the mortals below.
They believed that this was a great night.
The sky emulated a beautiful red color.
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue.
They believed that they were all safe.
They were not nearly as safe.
They were witnessing Armageddon.
The war between good and evil.
For no one is safe until judgment day.
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue.
The birds will sing a tune.
The flowers will bloom.
That will be the day.
The day when we will all be ok.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
they are confused i feel their it pouring out of their words as they spit cruel taunts at me hoping to get another reason to strike me father they do not know which the madness they bring forth they pull me high i feel a sharp pain in my hands they grow cold and limp their smothered in red ink pouring from itself they place jagged pieces of something on my head and i feel a warm liquid dripping down my face i feel my life draining i look down at my death dealers and forgive them as i pass on to see my father
Copyright © Jayce Collazo | Year Posted 2013
It was a life risking war, for tranquility,
Looking for the light, while in obscurity.
Placing goals, where motive was dispiriting,
Seeking warmth, when hope was unexciting,
Crafting the road to reach the bliss,
To enjoy some light, warmth and peace.
Mistakes were made, can't be at ease.
Lessons were learned, I won't miss!
While ignoring previous credit,
Where getting closer miles it,
When seeking a non existing fulfillment;
The Bliss can never be convenient!
However, it wasn't just about the progress,
But enjoying each moment of the journey.
Being a perfectionist assumes victory,
But without admiration, misses happiness.
Copyright © Naamani Badih | Year Posted 2016