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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sleepless Night

***
Pillowed feathers,
Caressing a precious moment around my tender skin.
***

Teardrops, bagged eyes, a way of sin
The mirror reveals a lost eternal soul
A conniving move against tonight's phantom glow
Voices circle the insomniac moon
Like magic and beauty, "I AM" gone with the wind

The idea of love, 
broken like yesterdays wishbone.
She is leaving
her arms, my shelter
her wings
her teardrops gone forever. 
Never will she suffer-
Never will she return-
All I have is one last memory
tracing what is left
one last breath
tequila vice
washing away the pain.....


At Last Now I See!
Under the drunken stars 
I had an epiphany 
Striking like a match
A sunken treasure 
At Last I Knew
you don't belong 
you were there for the taking
Weak and sick, no longer sane
Memories lost, no longer -her
My Mother! 
What has become of her?

You're a demon, who played us all
made us cry, while you slowly took her away
the way you ravaged her body
nip napped both her legs
fed her through others
the way she rapidly forgot
our names:
our faces:
I hate you Alzheimer
I hate the way you took her the first time!
I hate you Death
I hate the way you took her that final moment!

Sleepless nights and pillowed feathers,
Caressing a precious moment around my tender skin
Pretending my mother tucked them in
Anything to help me get past my sleepless nights.

by:PD


Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Details | Elegy | |

The Last Gold Leaf

The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
Summer is just a mem'ry now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
Our summer days came to an end.

We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
 How I will miss you no one knows.
 On eagle wings you split the skies;
Your spirit soared. You had to fly.

My earthbound soul will bear its grief
Severed from you on mortal reef;
But returning from yonder shore,
Your love in waves will wash me o'er.

You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
Yet, from across the great divide
Your voice to me in dreams confides.

No, I think not that dreams they are;
T is communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
To know and love you once again.


Details | Ballad | |

Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows


Details | Rhyme | |

Acceptance Accepted

She prayed, 'Oh now I lay me down to sleep...'
Though these familiar words scarce passed her lips, 
She sighed, 'I pray the Lord my soul to take.'
Embraced God's poem of lunar eclipse.

She thought, 'My room's width - twelve lovely dresses, 
The height of my sky is a bluebird’s flight, 
The depth of my ocean just one deep breath, 
But vision’s boundaries are my mind’s sight.'

'Let me welcome my death as I have life, 
Knowing where I am is where I belong, 
Say farewell to my soul’s earthly temple, 
My music yield to a heavenly song.'

'Loved ones…! Please don’t shower me with flowers, 
Or let me die with senses dulled to pain, 
See your gentle hearts are my protection………
Oh God….! You’re here! My tears feel just like rain . . .   .     .       .! '


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Details | Narrative | |

The Empty Tissue Box

My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss


April 14, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.


Details | Free verse | |

Under the Tall Trees

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, lost, remarkable.

Of no merit;
forgotten, under the tall trees.

And bury him;
No accurate history serves.

Under cross;
buried in sand,
buried in dirt.

His face will carry forth,
past this miserable state.

To birth,
to die;
forth not.

Behold;
of man, 
of earth.

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, found, 
frozen in time.


Details | Romanticism | |

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
... I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive... happy... romantic,
... till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.


Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the grave, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young….
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


Details | Verse | |

Chilled Dawn

She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy glass, and fog, 
into a dismal January, she hopes to catch a glimpse of the paper boy.
He travels through rain, sleet or snow, how could he understand, 
(this teen-aged Paul Revere), that in this decrepit old house, 
she is longing for a sign of youth? It has been a weary night, watching an old woman hang on by threads of life, that had worn thin years ago. 
Watching and waiting, while cold winds blew and snow was falling,  
and death was hoping to make a house call.
Any diversion, life being lived,... one brief eclipse of life in motion would be a relief.
To observe him toss the news into the sky like a Frisbee... not a care in the world
How would that feel...has she ever known? Has anyone ever been so young?
She thinks she may go mad with death and dying, with weariness, with waiting.
She suddenly shivers from a dreaded draft of frigid air, slithering in,
like a sneaky, uninvited ghost, slinking in around the rim. 

       nor'easter winds                                                roll top shoe box...
      splinter the silence..               --                     debutante' caught in amber
        a cataract view                                                   frozen sepia  

Grabbing a handful of a thread-bare doily,  she polishes the cold glass, 
rubbing vigorously in circles against the grime, 
making figure eights, in spite of frozen, stiff, fingers.  
Satisfied, that she has a decent view of the blanketed yard,
and can see clearly where the muddy, gravel driveway,
bends gradually, curving to mate with the snow banked road,
at last, she spies the old Jeep coming, and watches with automated eyes, 
yet, with some expectation, and strange excitement. 
Then, as she might have guessed,
the teenager drives hurriedly by, barely slowing down, tossing the news,
and leaving her gaze and her thoughts, splattered by dark murky water, 
while the slinging gravel that has been pitched into the sky, by his screeching tires,
falls like the pieces of the old woman's lonely life upon the pristine snow. 




__________________________________________
For Deb's Contest: "Mix It Up"


Details | Free verse | |

Angel of Death

Angel of Death,
Cloaked in black.
With black scaled wings,
Upon her back.
Angel of Death,
Coming for me.
As soon as I sleep
Then dead I will be.
Taken by the night
It swallows and consumes me.
Now I am the angel
And death becomes me.

2003-2004
7th Grade


Details | Rhyme | |

Final hour

Final Hour.

The sombre lady spoke to him
It was midnight in his room
He was lying hurting sadly there
Beneath the weight of doom
That Cancer eating at his body
Would all be over, soon.

“My child” she whispered “time is nigh
For you must come with me.
This time was chosen by the power
This be your destiny.
You’ll cross the river Styx, then home
That place where you be free’

He cried “My lady, take me not
For I have much to do
My wife, and children need me here
I cannot come with you
And lady I have so much fear
That’s eating at me too”.

“My child” the lady softly said
“Have you forgotten home?
Where the flowers bloom, and the music plays
T is a place you well have known.
You left it for this World my child
When you came here all alone”.

He smiled at her then breathed his last
And she held him to her breast.
Then they shimmered off to join the breeze
And felt loves tenderness
As the sombre lady ushered him
To the gates of happiness.


Details | Rhyme | |

Understanding Gods Love

Christmas, so full of life, and miracles, was found wanting this year.
A young mother sat by her daughter’s hospital bed, racked with tears.
Her daughter was sleeping way too still; her last breaths would soon come.
How could this happen to so beloved a child, she was way, too very, young.

Where was God’s wisdom, in taking a six year old, or her father as taken in war?
Church, friends, family, others, and her, had prayed till they could pray no more.
They’d ask for her: to walk in the sun, and play again, with family to hold her hand.
But her time was gone, like in an hourglass; the sand was almost, completely gone.

The mother was afraid to pray anymore… what could it accomplish any more?
What the disease hadn't taken, the cure had, nothing left, but for her soul, to soar.
But how could she hand her to the angels? Strangers had always frightened her child.
No, she sobbed, she’s way to young! Still she knew: life was never fair… or mild.

Where was God when you need him! Please don’t take her away! Her mind riled!
When suddenly, her daughter opened her eyes, and smiled her little, tired smile.
She whispered: Papa’s here… to hold my hand… He’s taking me… where I can play.
At that the fear receded… as she said she loved her… then watched her fade away.

Perhaps her prayers HAD been answered… She’d had her time with her, after all.
Now her Husband, would take her place… Perhaps it was his turn, to carry on.
Tears would still be shed… It was natural for that to happen, when this befalls.
But she knew her daughter now had everything, including The Great Father’s Love.

There are many types of Christmas magic, but as her time came to a close…
A mother’s love can’t be beat, except by God’s Love, for us all…


Details | Free verse | |

Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


Details | Rhyme | |

december day

December day

There are no words that we can say,
About the tragedy that happened on that December day.
When an elementary school came under attack
And all those little lives will never come back.

Our hearts cry out and eyes fill with tears,
For the parents who now have to face their worst fears.
Their child is gone taken away
On that tragic December day.

Innocent children from age’s five to ten,
What could they have possibly done to meet such a tragic end.
And to the teachers whose lives were also lost,
You protected the children and paid the ultimate cost.

written by nancy stoy


Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Question

Today I am going to hop my way to my brother.
To tell him how I feel about not being together.
I thought I could be so kind.
I saw him by the road side and I was blind.
I could just end it all by now.
Today I tried a cow.
It really was hard to do.
Then I hired a semi crew.
I watched carefully, darn he is fast!
My name is Happy ?, I'm Easter's brother who is sad.
He painted eggs that made me jealous and bad.
I hopped one day and he threw an egg at me.
My heart became really cold that memory was key.
I finally thought of it an accident really is going to happen.
Happy Easter is going to be laugh-en.
Good to see you, I said to a mystery man.
I was told not to associate with any human.
It was my last resort.
The man had a sports car a beautiful sort.
I was desperate, now, I'm in a bunny court.


Details | Elegy | |

Daddy

"Daddy" the way I call my father
The man who loves my mother
The man who gave life to me
And the man who will risks his life to protect his family.

He's not showy about his feelings
But I know he loves us unconditionally
He gets angry when his siblings were hurt
And he makes us laugh the way he dances and tells us jokes

Now..he left us already
His silly jokes,crazy dance moves now were gone
Coz he went to a far away land
In a place where  hurt and sorrow has no place in man

I miss my daddy a lot
His voice,
His jokes,
His crazy dance moves
And his being father to us
I miss everything about him!

I know God has a plan
And I give everything into His merciful hand
Pls.take care ofmy daddy in heaven
Coz someday we'll see him again
And continue the sing and dance with him again...


Details | Elegy | |

Goodbye Little Rain

Goodbye little rain,rest your soul in peace.

Your memories will remain in our hearts,

Lay down little munchkin in cotton candies.

The echoes of your laugh left in the corner of our house.

You'll be our forever baby, our little brave warrior.

time has come for you to leave,

Take away all our pain and sorrows.

Bring with you our hugs and kisses,

A cuddle of love and kindness,

The spirit of unconditional love.


Goodbye, little Rain,I sing you a lullaby.

To keep you quietly sleeping until the morning comes.

Until we embrace tomorrow in a promised paradise,

Where no more tears, pain and sickness.

Only joyful hopes and happiness arise.



#In loving memory of my nephew, Mark Rainier De Torres :)




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A Farewell To The Travelers

A Farewell To The Travelers (On The Bhoja Airlines Plane Crash)
 
With pace does darkness conquer light,
when mounts the sun the dying toll,
spied an aura grim my wistful sight,
for had poisoned all, a single bowl;
captive of death as it life betrayed,
the awakened --to the resting prayed,
"Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole".
 
Life comes with such a temporal mien,
has it plucked the wings of future how,
though pillows of respite --I had seen,
but these feathers do no sleep allow;
do fly swift! The binders of this cause,
your pause of age, is our ageless pause--
"So, farewell the birds of heavens now".
 
But, soul a machine that does not cease,
yet it fools us from our time of birth;
pass on, move towards the restful peace,
but, secluded stays its pensive worth;
Until the day, we shall meet again
at some wondrous unknown valley then.
"Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth".
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012


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Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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--Jesus--

For B.I.
 
It is that feeling
when sleep is to miss
awakening or awake
you believe the heart
Stops
pounding it with angels


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Funeral

Jesus said there would be gold
But all I see is caskets and grave stones
Jesus said there would be gold
But all I hear is weeping and grieving
Jesus said there would be snow
And I believe him
Because I can see the buffalo roam
And the old men growing old
And the frozen tears that tell us their gone
We chose to see the windows
And rainbows
And flashy dollars that ignite the soul
We settle for materials
But let’s all try to stay gold
They said if only you can imagine them
Dancing with God
Laughing with God
Crying no more with God
But here we are with tear soaked sweaters
And handkerchiefs tied in little bows
For those who have lost
Goodbye evermore
Jesus said there would be gold
If the breeze has you backwards holding your cold
And the spark of your engine won’t ignite
And your grandfathers words don’t seem quite right
And we all think we’re too skinny, too slender, too plump
And were rackin around thinkin everyones too dumb
Like these hands that were holding seem to never be enough
Like our whole organs seem to go numb
And the brisk walks we take freeze our knees 
And the door won’t open because we don’t have the keys
Jesus said there would be gold
Up there going round
Like the roundy wheels where you get sushi in town
But all I see is beers and wine
This drink that I’m holding
This list I am writing
This pack that I’m smoking
This lip I am smacking
This knuckles I am cracking
This wind that is blowing
Makes me keep thinking
Who will I be when I’m six feet under
Like the girls in the casket
And my cousins that are no longer breathin
And my family that keeps on tearing
And my mother that can’t stop weeping
Jesus said there would be gold
Can we tell where it is
Where we are
Who we’ll be
Six feet under to a world with he
And I can see them playing
With a cross their wearing
With their feet a clacking
With their knees not shaking
And their ears a hearing
And the sounds of the angels
Can’t dance around the word at a funeral
Jesus said there would be gold
But all I see is caskets and grave stone
Jesus said there would be gold
And I believe him
Because I can see them smiling
I can see them laughing
I can see them prancing
I can see them running
Jesus said there would be snow
And there was
Covering our boots
Near the grave stone we stood
And the songs of angels
Can’t tip toe around the tears at a funeral.






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last dance

Last Dance
It was a beautiful day A day of celebration, a day of thrill It was the day of my sister’s 18th birthday The most waited day of a girl to be a lady and I? I was a girl that time and all I have to do is to Observe and cooperate And it was our most anticipated moment To witness that celebration and to witness our dear father as the first dance of my sister who was missing us for many years because of separation. Yet we didn’t know that, that would be the first and very last day of the year that we’ll see him His body was so thin His face looks sickly and heartbreaking He looks so different But he remained calm and at ease Michael Gan the first rose, He stands and overwhelmingly danced for my sister They turned and sway They dance like it was the last He was overjoyed Filled with different emotions Happy, touched, sad, missing us, and regretting His heart jumped over him He tries to catch his breath touching his own chest We hasten him to the nearest sickbay To salvage his life His precious life, my father Battling from death, loses his fight His eyes wide open, no air No movements, no smile because... It was his last dance


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BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


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Unspoken Goodbyes

The ones you love Can make you laugh The ones you love Can make you cry The ones you love Can steal away Ere you have the chance To say goodbye Rue not the missed chance To have bid them farewell To have given to them your love Will have served …Just as well…


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Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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My Brother

Too young,
Too soon.
Gone.
Just the other day you were laughing with me,
Just the other day you hugged me.
Just the other day you said “I’ll be home soon!”.
You were just a hop, skip, and a jump across the pond.
You were gonna come home the way you left,
by plane.
They sent you to that war over in the middle east.
You weren't even supposed to be gone for very long.
You were gonna come home,
“Just a short time.” you said,
“Just a quick trip.”.
Just the other day you sent me videos,
To check in on Mom and Dad and our little sister.
You asked if I were on my best behavior and what was happening at home.
Just the other night you told me to have sweet dreams and that’d you’d be home soon.
Just the other day you were laughing,
Just the other day you were smiling,
Just the other day you were talking,
Just the other day you hugged me goodbye,
Just the other day you were warm…
And your heart was beating.
Just the other day you were supposed to come home,
Just the other day there was a knock at the door,
but it wasn't you.
We all rushed to hug and kiss and see you again.
But it wasn't you.
Another soldier,
In his dress uniform.
A solemn look on his face,
A folded flag in his hands.
Mom started to cry,
Dad,
Was in shock.
Our poor sister didn't understand and asked where you were.
I had come to realize what was going on.
You were supposed to come home.
Not this poor man,
Burdened with this news.
You were supposed to come home,
The way you left.
They gave us your things,
The backpack still had half a bottle of your favorite soda,
Still left inside.
When I pulled it out,
The full force of reality hit me.
Tears streamed down my face as I hugged that bottle to my chest crying “NO!” over and over.
I cried out “Why?!? Why’d you take my brother!” to some unknown outer force,
But there was no response.
So I was forced to sit there as my sobs broke the silence and my tears plummeted to the ground.
I held onto that bottle of half gone soda like my life depended on it.
Because it was yours,
And it was your favorite,
And now… you are gone.
You were supposed to come home the way you left,
Smiling,
Laughing,
Heart beating.
Not in a box,
Not cold,
Not with your eyes closed forever,
And most definitely not dead.
Just the other day you were here,
With me,
Alive.
But now I wear black,
and more tears stream silently down my cheeks,
as you’re lowered down,
in that box,
beneath the earth.
You were supposed to come home,
But now you’re just gone.


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Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


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Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly


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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



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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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IN MEMORY TO MY FATHER

written 23rd Oct 1997

So long I needed to visit
 but my heart didn't listen
Letting you know how much "I love you so"
 is now something, you will never ever know

Now that you are gone
 I know I waited to long
If I could just have that one more chance
 I would never treat it as just another glance

Now, you have become my biggest memory
 for you have gone, to a place I can not see
Knowing that we will never again touch
 makes me miss you, so very much

My children are still to young
 to wonder why pop hasn't rung
My heart is now empty
 for you, it always had plenty

I really do need to have you back
 you were the "only one, who saw me back
I know deep down inside
 you love me, more than words could describe

For it is only now, that I realise why you didn't want me around
 you knew how "painful it would have been, to watch you drown
But, as long as I am still alive
 you too, will continue to survive

For I will always be your darling little Denise
 who hopes, you forever rest in peace

                    ALLAN THOMAS HOLMES
                1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997


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Last Breath

You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.

Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames  knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.

So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.

The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.

(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich


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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


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Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | I do not know? | |

Well how do you feel

In high school everything changes
Teachers, friends, you, 
“That’s just life” they say,
And they never stop to ask
“Well, how do you feel?”

And your friends leave, and your grades decrease,
And your teachers begin to worry,
And they make you see a shrink,
But they never stop to ask,
“Well, how do you feel?”

The sky starts to crumble,
And the tears begin to fall,
And music and hoodies become your best friends,
And they never stop to ask,
“Well, how do you feel?”

And the tools come out.
And the objects fall apart,
And you reach for the closest one,
And the ask, finally,
“Well, how do you feel?”

But by now it’s too late.
Your time is up, your blood’s run out,
Your scars show for the world to see,
Cause they asked too late,
“Well, how do you feel?”

“She was so young” they all say,
But really you were old.
You’d seen so much and hurt so much,
It was time for you to go.

So you picked up the pills and washed them down
And grabbed the blades and cut
And when they finally noticed you weren’t around
It was too late you were gone.

They found your letter on the bed
And read it out at school
“You asked to late, but I don’t blame you.”
And your friends were moved to tears. 

In your tree house in the yard
They found you pale as snow
Your eyes closed, a smile on your face
And they realized you were gone.

They roll up your sleeves and roll up your pants
And scream at what they see
Lines, and lines, and lines of cuts
Some healed and some not.

And they realized they should have asked in the beginning
How you felt that is, cause, 
Honestly you didn’t, 
You didn’t feel anything at all. 


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A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


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SUNSET AT NOON

The day becomes night;
As a comrade transcend 
To true world beyound.
Oh! Finally, a jolly good fellow drops the baton;
A justice of peace with unstained character,
A sacrificial giver who neglected his needs.
Death, you never cease to amase
As you drive home valiant colleagues.
Death! Hope you know?
Here a while we must be parted
Because
For a while the tired body
Erupt in sleep.
Soul and body reunited.
Thence; death, nothing shall divide 
Father, mother, child and brethren.
Nevertheless, the dead, you were great while alive
And great in death.
The pens, sleep till we meet and part no more.


      WRITTEN BY EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME
	0092348081195600, 0092348131176767
	DEDICATED TO  JOURNALISTS . 


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Your gone, I greive

Together since forever, as frineds
Nothing  could ever seperate us in life
We  went thru some rough times
We enjoyed the good times, laughing
You stood beside me, protected me
We picked each other up, dusted off the dirt
When the other had fallen in bad times
No subject we could not talk about
Even our love lifes were open to the other
We endured in friendship when others didn't
We  were best friends when others said impossiable
You left me behind when you died
Greiving for such a loss of friendship
I know I will never find one as great
I cling to your memory to help me go on
I honor you my friend, my staunchest supporter
You will live forever in my heart.


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A Goodbye from All of Us

From that day to the next week, snow, rain and sleet -no sun.
Everything surrounding us is black,
Precious presents become precious past
Blurred cloudy water filling our vision
All together we grip, holding tight to memories taken,
Memories that have become dreams at night and haunt are days.
Were you ever here, my friend?
We whisper what could have been.


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UNBORN CHILD

MY CHILD, I SPEAK  TO YOU FROM THE GRAVE
I AM YOUR MOTHER, A BLACK WOMAN OF PRESTIGE
YOUR FATHER ABANDONED US
EAT, DRINK FROM MY WOMB
NOURISHED MY NUTRIENTS OF FRUITS
I CAN'T GIVE YOU LIFE, MY CHILD
I DON'T WON'T YOU BORN


I FEEL THE FETUS OF YOU GROWING INSIDE OF ME
LIFE IS WHAT YOU NOT TO SEE OF ME
THE EMBYRO OF YOU IS GONE 
ALL MY SEEDS IS DESTOYED FROM YOU
YOU HAVE NO NAME
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

HEAR MY VOICE, MY CHILD
I'M SPEAKING TO YOU FROM MY WOMB
YOUR LIFE WILL BE GONE
YOUR BIRTH FLUSHED FROM MY BODY
LOOK UP AT ME, MY CHILD FROM MY WOMB
I AM NO LONGER YOUR MOTHER
YOU ARE NOW A UNBORN CHILD


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | I do not know? | |

Letting go

As I lye awake and think of you
my heart always feels so blue.

I try my best to move on, but it's hard to do 
since you've been gone.

Thou my heart feels like it's bleeding, I can't 
stop how I'm feeling.

People say time will heal the pain but, at times
I feel I'm going insane.

I pray to god everyday, he makes my 
pain go away.

I will always love you with all my heart, and know 
that one day the healing will start.

But, until that day comes around I will never forget
when we laid you in the ground.

So, please God help me understand why daddy let go of my hand.


Details | Narrative | |

In memory of Bob

In memory of Bob
A true story.

It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.

     There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.

      As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya  going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and  somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.

      I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life,  that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long,  ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.

     Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.

     Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain,  but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.

   His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.
 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

What Happened

As you ended our video call,
You suited up,
Helmet,
Armor,
Gun.
Just another day in that god forsaken place,
As soon as you stepped off the plane it felt like being in an oven.
But hey,
What did you expect.
The boys and you all load up into the Humvee and take off with the rest of the Caravan.
Just another day.
Just another day…
There wasn’t supposed to be an explosion.
There weren’t supposed to be screams.
There wasn’t supposed to be any blood shed.
It was supposed to be just another day.
But all of that did happen.
And you were taken away from me and Mom and Dad and our little sister,
In an instant.
You were supposed to come home.
We were supposed to celebrate your birthday together,
Our sister baked you a cake for when you came home.
But… now you can’t,
And you won’t,
Ever again.
Because you’re gone.
And you can’t ever come back.
But know that we love you,
Know that I love you,
Know that I loved you, My Brother.
Most Importantly know that we miss you,
every waking moment.
Because you’re gone,
And we’ll never see you again.
Did I tell you Mom and Dad still pay your phone bill?
They pay,
So that we can hear your voice on your voicemail recording when we miss you.
I call,
Everynight.


Details | Ode | |

ODE OF OLD

Salute to the ode of old
Be wary of the ghosts it leaves
The remnant and seeds of its wake


Salute to the whore of kings
Its corpse and stench reeks still
The wise and deep court still


Salute to the living dead
Frail but rears its head
With words than never bend

Salute, I say, Ode
For yonder when I die
In spite of the odium I hold
You’d still be lying there


Details | Limerick | |

The young man from Dover

There was a young man lived in Dover
And he was the son of a rover
He fell into the sea
Cause clumsy was he
A shark came and it was all over.


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Saying Goodbye

I've lived my life...
Romanced a wife..
I've walked and talked for miles..
So when my last breath does come..
I hope to leave with smiles.

Don't be sad once I am gone
My time has come to part
I'll never leave you so alone
You'll always be in my heart                                                                                                                                                                                   
I'll meet you once again my friend in heaven up above
Come walk with me once more my friend
And let me show my love

I'll walk with you once more my friend before it's time to go
Place footprints in the sandy beach
Where the waves put on a show

So this is a final goodbye my friend and now I will depart
I'll miss you the most my friend..you had the biggest heart.

I hope you will remember me and think of me in time
I'll miss your smile an tenderness 
You'll always be on my mind

This is the final line for me to say my last good bye
I can't seem to carry on... For the water in my eyes


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 | Rhyme | |

The End

The End

When it comes our time to be laid underground
Our voices now silent...we utter no sound

Our minds stop working and our thoughts disappear
We've finally ended those life living years

Some souls go up..some souls go down
Our bodies remain..six feet underground

We're thought of often from friends true and strong
After days turn to months some forget we are gone

So when you look in the mirror each morning think this
After a while you'll no longer exist

So grab life by the horns and enjoy each day
And if it's possible try to keep the grim reaper at bay

Love your wife your children and all of your friends 
Your cousins your brothers ..all of your kin

And remember this..... Someday you'll be gone
So never live your life sad and alone

Smile each morning and throughout the day
Your time here is short...the days fade away

Enjoy your life... while it's yours to keep
Until the time comes for everlasting sleep.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Dreaded News

The call comes at three in the morning; no words are needed. 
The news is expected almost desired.... 
The voice says she passed in her sleep peacefully tonight. 
The funeral home has been called and are on their way here. 
"Yes, I will let Wayne know...." Wayne? Says I. 
No response, silence. Wayne's breathing is even and regular deep sleep has over come his mind tonight. Peaceful sleep has his thoughts. 

Wayne? Spoken a little louder and a face caress. Wayne rolls over and goes back to sleep. Why do I have to break his sleep with the news??! 

Wayne!! He mumbles and goes back to slumber, so peaceful. 

Shoulder shakes, shoulder shaking several times. 
A deep breath lets me know he has come out of the deep sleep.... 
Wayne are you awake?? Yes. 
They called and said your mom passed. 
When? Just a few minutes ago. 
Your dad doesn't know yet. 
Allen is going up to the nursing home. 
Silence, and hugs... 
What should I do? Wayne says sleepily. 
Wayne says, I will go to the nursing home and see her before they come to take her away. 
I have to stay here with our sleeping son. Wife says sadly. 
I love you!! says both.


Details | Free verse | |

The Lion's Tale

Hear the Lion roar above the rapids

Hear that Lion roar;

But what if this Lion would roar no more?

And nothing was left for him to roar for.

His home is gone; His land been taken; His children ran; His life forsaken;

And though the Lion may roar above the rapids; That will be the last we’ll see

For if you can not be happy then why bother being free?


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Good Morning Doctor Death

Waking up five in the morning,
and looking the dawn's sun rise,
to start the day with a yawn and strech.
Smell the morning dew,
as you go and retrive the morning newspaper,
filled with tablots of lives more intresting than yours.

You wave to your hand to your neighbor,
who you don't like, still you say, "hi"
Why?
It's just the nature of the human being.
You turn and go inside,
you feel some pain on your leftside.
All those milkshakes and hamburgers
caught up to you.
What do you do?
Not much, you can do now,
You fall to the ground, clenching your chest;
you call out for help, but no one comes.
You see your neightbor, but he doesn't mind.
See he hated you as well, like you hated him,
and he is glad to see you fall to your
knees and beg for Mercy.

Oh no! here he comes,
Doctor Death, no not Jack Kavorkian,
No! the big cheese,
the Creature that prays on black souls,
just like yours.
Doctor Death come on down! Come and clam your prize!
Good morning Doctor Death! I'm ready,
Are you?


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


Details | Tanka | |

System Overload

Darkness consumes me
Corrupted thoughts take over
Soul becomes hollow
Self castigation occurs
Tears of blood destroys all hope


Details | Ballade | |

When this shell is gone

When this shell is gone

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

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

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

9 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Six empty shells


A blinding sun had made her stare askance;
he walked the distance to converge his fate,
a swirling, laughing wind began to dance 
and jokingly their lives to desecrate.

Replacing the six empty shells he turned
to see her worried glance beyond the blooms,
that innocent embellished unconcerned
the reckless, smiling braves aside their tombs.

The Smith and Wesson forty-fours then bucked,
she knew the blooming noon was ending fast
and nothingness neglected to obstruct
what fates adjudicated to recast.

She saw the brazen shells inside the dust;
monochromatic synthesis and hues
of sepia were blurring in the gust
that swirling sang their lonesome, Tombstone blues.

© 8/7/2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)

(I include a JPG image of the composition 
on the "about the poem" page because my text spread folds.)


Details | Rhyme | |

Stones

Stones

Granite blocks of stone Stand vigil all alone Lean as if in prayer Forever Where seldom footsteps tread Here among the dead Memories interred Forgotten Faithful through the years Where long bereft of tears Remnants of a past Lay silent A lifetime etched in stone Name and date alone In loving memory of Whomever


Details | Free verse | |

Cancer

Who is there? Come in and sit with me. 
I welcome you to my home. 
Why do I welcome you so? 
You are hated, feared, attacked and fired upon, 
treated as a foreigner poised to take a land that is not yours. 

Are you death? “No!” Are you a messenger of death? “No!” 
Are you a friend, a companion who comes to travel with me? 
Why have you come to me? 
Was it something I did? Has my family sent you? 

Please leave me! I have not asked to be tortured. 
You will walk with me until the end of my days? 
I will embrace you as my friend. 
You will be there when others have left me or when they can no longer walk with me… 
You are not an angel of death but in disguise an angel of life… 
You will take my body to the grave, but my spirit to heaven… 
To you my friend I owe my life… You have never been welcomed. 
I not only welcome you my friend… 
I embrace you and the news you bring. 

With out you life would become tedious and dull. 
You break up the monotony of repetition. 
When others have turned away as if I have done something unforgivable, 
you embrace me little by little. I will not fight you. 
I will not attempt to poison you! 

No… I say! 
Do not take from me this my friend… 
My friend knows the path I travel. 
My friend will walk with me until I walk no more. 
And my friend will lay me down and fold my hands across my chest. 

Don’t weep for me. 
I have reached my destination. 
My friend traveled with me and when I fell… my friend was there. 
My companion until the end… 
and he asks nothing of me for I give willingly.


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


Details | Free verse | |

Depression

Depression

3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…

-10/2/13-


Details | Lyric | |

Over The Bridge

It is here I am safe
It is here that I know
but over the bridge 
Is where I must go

The bridge that gives passage
over quick muddy water
though why I say that
I don't know why I bother

over the bridge 
is a tall oak tree
and standing beneath it
is someone waving at me

crossing the bridge 
I see a man standing there
with paint splatered pants
and a head of white hair

looking closer I see 
exactly who's there
I see it's my papa
and I can't help but stare

I run right toward him 
and give him a hug
I ask how he got here
his response is a shrug

it's then I remember 
the fact that he'd died
it's then I remember
the tears that i'd cried

I ask how it felt
when he had died
he then looks at me 
and he promptly replied

he calmed all my fears
about what lies boyond
then he looks up 
because the suns almost gone

he says I must go
before the sun sets
but I don't want to leave
I'm not quite ready yet

he gives me a hug 
before I go
then tells me I can't share
the things I now know

I give a quick nod 
looking up at the sky
I don't understand
but I don't have time to ask why

turning around 
I try not to cry
I just cross the bridge 
when the sun leaves the sky

I turn back to look
one last time at the tree
but my papa is gone
as was meant to be



 


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The poet

The Poet.

Once there lived a poet
In an up and coming town
Where there mostly lived the rich
Though the poor they too were found.
And our young poet was poor indeed
Though his poetry was rich,
But no one saw there any value
Nor it's power to bewitch.

He was starving in a land of plenty
In the springtime of his life.
He lived in a hovel, dark and dim
And his health did give him strife.
But he wrote his words of magic power
Though he knew that he was dying.
And no one stopped to think of him
No one, for he was crying.

So as the last breath left his lungs
He lay a man alone.
He yearned to look through the roof above
As he thought of the nights he'd known,
When stars shone in those clear dark skies
Like twinkling, winking gems.
Then the angel touched him on the lips
He was going home again.

Two hundred years on down the track
His monuments be countless.
And everywhere his poems be read
His name it has been blessed.
How cruel be mankind’s ignorance
When wisdom's cast aside.
As fools they yearn for the gold that glitters
And beauty be denied.

Feb 16 2004.


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The Phantom

         The Phantom.
  "When I left for the 
    Afterlife, I loathe my 
    misdeeds.
    Life's illusory.

    I accepted the 'must' loath.
    Life's illusory.

    My Flair and Potential
    became vanity.
    Life's illusory.

    Isn't the essence of Life
    evanescent?
    Life's illusory.

    When I'm now caught with 
    lust for immortality.
    Life's illusory.

    Alas!! Death, the truth of 
    eternity lies upon the    
    shadows.
    Life's illusory.

    I miss the decorum of my 
    deity.
    Life's illusory.

    When I join the Humble 
    Fellows in the beyond,
    I'd miss the warmth of life.
    Life's illusory.

    I Sought for Immortality;
    then,I found Imperil Eternity.
    Life's illusory.


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

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


Details | Free verse | |

Gone To The Other Side

                                            Farewell my friend
                                            Now you are gone
                             Cremated from earthly shape to ashes
                Never will I feel your warmth and unconditioned love again
                                   You are not suffering anymore
                           I always knew that this day would come
                                        Yet I were not prepared
                                    To witness my lifelong friend
                   Being enclosed by deaths unwilling power to leave you be
                          Your illness could never have been healed
                        Yet,when the day death embraced your body
                      It was a smack right into my face and emotions
  
          The day that we spread your ashes over the deep forest you loved so much
                                          We were done crying
                                 Because your presence were there
                                          We could all feel it
                               Your energy and spirit are still with us
                             Time will come when we shall meet again
                            Since you stepped over to the next dimesion
                              Days feels empty with a deafening silence

              Until death embraces my earthly life,and our spirits have rejoined
                  I shall live my life here to honour your name and legacy
                                     Farewell my lifelong friend
                                                  So long
                                We`ll meet again on the other side
            Memories we have from your time on earth,will refuel my empty soul
                                           And keep me going
                                        Rest in piece my friend



About this poem..I belive we will all be reunited when our time here is done.

Cheers my friends out there


Details | Free verse | |

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


Details | Quatrain | |

Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
Will this nest ever its glory retrieve

The companion birds are all flown away
O cyprus trees and roses! Permit me to leave

(Influenced by a Rubai of an eminent Urdu poet Josh Malihabadi)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Wake

Sleeping Girl
Cynthia Garcia 


Walking talking sleeping faith
Living running sleeping grace
Make me take me slap my face
Wake me wake you.

Sleeping dancing breathing girl
Crying trying shaking girl
Ask him show him believe him to
Wake him wake you.

Know it feel it live it every day
Just as you did that day in May
When you saw the world your first time
And all became a question.
At the drop of a dime.
The day he woke you waking him

Trust the sun and hold the sky
Barry your pain and let it die
Never to live again 
To wake you wake him.
The wind is slow and storms are shy
Its time to fly
All the way beside his bed
To shake him from his sleepless rest
So wake now and wake him this is your test.


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 | Rhyme | |

Friendly Fire

       
I took my arm i wore my shield
Got Sown in the unknown field
In the name of peace we stand
Playing a role we do not understand
Anthems of the flock ringing in my ears
They all do not know but have been told
Noise of agony filled my hearing
Scenes of doom tore my being
I see visions of my abandoned home
O son will i ever see you grown?
Pulled back for an instant..
Keep on marching before they get you whining
Brothers in arms were we?!
Friendly fire got me..


Details | Ballad | |

The ballad of Tich Thomas

The Ballad of Tich Tomas
.
A dog was howling in the night
Perhaps she knew the truth
That Tich would not be coming home
This dog needed no proof
That the man who she loved so
He’d come to her no more
Because Lance corporal Thomas was
 A victim of the war.

Now Tich, he was a country boy
His farm it was his life
A boon to his community
He’d give in times of strife
He learned his trade in farming school
With honours he’d come through
Then settled down to work his farm
That’s what he planned to do.

But then, one day it came to him
The news he did not need
He’d been called up for army life
He went off without heed
To do his time in Puckapunyal
To get him set for war
He soon made it as Infanteer
So he joined a fighting corp

He worked real hard and gained a stripe
This showed he had potential
He earned his skills in jungle fighting
And then there came the call
For he to go to Vietnam
To five RAR he was sent
Charlie company was his unit
When off to war he went

It was in April sixty six
Our man went into battle
There in the Phuc Tuy provence
Those guns did roar and rattle
Our Tich he fought real gallantly
So brave was he, but then
The shrapnel done it’s evil job
He joined the fallen men.

They brought his body back to those
Who were waiting for him there
The whole town came to welcome him
And helped with grief and prayer
They buried him with all the honours
That came to fighting souls
Who died to keep their country free
Courageous in their roles.

More honour it was placed on him
By the country where he’d fought
They built a statue in his name
And his likeness it was caught
By the sculptor who did honour him
And carve him into stone
And now Tich Tomas guards the park
As he stands there all alone.

If you’re ever down in Nannup town
Go to the park that’s there
You’ll see the statue of young Tich
As his spirit everywhere
Will fill the souls of those who see
This fighting man, so brave
Who’s body lies so peacefully
In his own town, in a grave.

2007


Details | Free verse | |

Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.


Details | Haiku | |

THE END OF LIFE

Gasping for the air
The color lost in your face
It is time… good-bye


Details | Free verse | |

Barefoot Dream

Barefoot Dream  ©

A pair of slippers dance along 
the surf line, dank chill seeps into 
supple leather 

Laughter and joy stream out 
across the endless waves, a 
day’s freedom from society’s 
strictures 

Stripped of sock and slip’r 
toes clinch and let loose the 
sandy floor as it shifts and moves 
as in a dance, vanishing under 
her foot
 
Dancing on the heads of 
ancient warriors, lost sailors, 
drown’d lovers

Foamy wet tickles the ankles, 
grains rasp and scrape a 
hardened heel 

Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny 
secreted bones ache with 
numbing cold 

Sodden cotton slaps the calves
A drenched, forever sound as 
the grasp of death’s hand brings 
her down… 

down, down into the blue-black 
arms of the cold sea

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets 


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 | Ode | |

To Death

Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.

Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.

Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.

To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.


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 | Lyric | |

Scarlet Moons and Indian Suns

Written August 29, 2013


She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns


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With and Stand

With and Stand 


Bring me peace and I shall spare your life.
Seek me out and I shall be your champion.
Submit to me and I shall be yours a life time over.

Shalt I be in thy presence set pace and order me to lead your armies to victory.
Shalt I be thy warriors set pace and lend me your strength and fight even to death may it be.
Shalt I be thy partner set pace and bring my life, down, even to ruins at your very command it shall be.

Stand next to me be we equals in our lives fight next to me to be us comrades in our everyday rogue lives.
Fall next to me be we die together and not before or after the bloody moon.
Can we speak as one, no we may not.
Peace was brought by with passion.
Found with ever class over the moon and back submitted to and never lost with that a golden lock.

Order and set up we won the battles fulfilling our duties.
Stand proud me, your warrior won time and time again even death lost.
Partner good and evil may we rise to those who stand against us, never to fall upon another’s rules.

Have we won? No we haven't.

Bring me from the edge of death and I shall bring you harmony.
Sought me out for victory and I shall be your army.
Submit to your will, drive me over and back again for I shall be at to your noted command.

Brought back from the edge of death the songs of harmony are being sung.
Found by you, I pledge victory and thus I won you ever lasting life. 
Asked and received I shall have them bear arm to me as we follow your command.

With this I am at your mercy for you have saved me not once but twice there shall be no third.
I will fight to the bitter end; by your side shall I know your monarch will rein for many years.
With this blood badge this is my pledge to you.

Order me, lend me strength, see me as your equal, save me , treasure you, fight with the spirit of the warrior, and when it is all set in done shall I be in your hands or will you be in mine?





Details | Rhyme | |

Choosing Your Fate

Your wife sits beside your bed holding tightly your hand
Smiling although she's grieving, just trying to understand
You pulled out your feeding tube, chose your right to die
To go on without you after 60 years, she fights not to cry.

A stroke 6 years before left you paralyzed on your right side
Unable to speak, walk and eat, simple bodily functions denied
Life changed drastically, you needed long term nursing care
That I met you through these circumstances is truly unfair

Without food and fluids, you wait until death makes its claim
I believe if I were in your shoes, I would choose to do the same
The years of anguish and pain you endured has taken it's toll
Courage and strength amplifies as you access damage control

You always gave me a smile that brightened up my day
With head nods and eye contact, you were able to convey
That you were happy to see me and listened to all that I had to say
You'd nod and listen to my stories, I hoped I chased your blues away

I requested that you be my guardian angel when it was your time to go
You nodded with the sweetest smile that my tears threatened to overflow
Donald it was an honor to have known you, I have the upmost respect
For staying longer than you wanted, your love ones you wanted to protect

We'll all find comfort in knowing that you'll suffer no more
You had a long good life, a loving wife and children to adore
Now you will watch over us and guide us spiritually when we need
I have a feeling you'll be good at this, a special angel, oh yes indeed!                                 


*Don was a resident of mine, he died 12 days after pulling out his feeding tube at
the age of 79. RIP Donald


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When You Get There

Well....... Here we are , we have finally reached that day,
When  you and I would finally be parting our ways ,
   I believe  little brother it has come  way to soon  , 
Aways thought it would be me  and it turned out to be you.
   This is something that we could have nevber known,
Just never doubted it would be me that was first to go.
   Forget all your troubles and all the reason's why ,
And all the times we had when you were alive.
   Saying our goodbyes for the very last time ,
Makes it hard for me to hold back the tears in my eyes.
   Soar with the wings that were made from your Dreams,
Say goodbye to your  worries and troubles just enjoy being.
  When you get there open your eyes will you please,
And when you get there will you hug Mama for me.
  My thoughts will be with you for the rest of my days,
I will always stand tall please hear what I say .
  When you get there.
Tac.  


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


Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Mirror

As mirrors shatter,
so have I.
As hearts shatter,
so have I,
but when shattered mirror and shattered heart meet,
the brokenness can no longer need deny.

As shards of reflection fall to the ground
I try to catch pieces of battered childhood.
As silence engulfs a tearless child, no uttering of a sound,
slips away from hidden memories all that is good.
Her hands are cut and tears of scarlet fall
to a floor that felt no tears where love had once stood.

As dust and ashes cover wounds bleeding,
so has her mind done to her heart.
As it covers all evidence of someone her silent screams heeding
of a father so unexpectedly from her life depart
the light bursts into her mourning soul,
the mirror an image of her life and joy apart.


Details | ABC | |

In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


Details | I do not know? | |

My Friend

To walk a path and not understand the hurt or destruction one causes to loved ones and friends,,,,the endless nights worrying- wondering -anticipating the outcome for those trends...

 Looking in the eyes of a soldier laid to rest brings no reason nor answer for these justices we uphold,, for yet these same laws r the reason my friend stay so distant and cold....

 Once thought we would take the world by ease or a brutal storm,,,, I'm left here to remember those plans myself with my heart in hand and a mind all torn....

 You were a man of many depths and attributes unlike I known in my life,,, I only hope to fulfill your strength for success in these troubling times I find hard and strife.....

 I ask the creator to give you a paradise bountiful with no means to end,,,, you've earned your place amongst the greats ill always know your close around me friend....


Details | Light Poetry | |

DEAD LOVE

I did try to let you know how much you mean to me
But I got scared and the words just won't come out so easily
I tried to express it through crappy poems and silly love songs
Wrote so much about it but something still seemed wrong
My secret love grew strong each time I fought it
It got bigger that I wondered if in my heart it would still fit
Then I decided to let you know and it wasn't easy
Coz you are a god and I am just me
I messed up with my confession
It went crazy.I couldn't find a solution
And worse you just went silent and never said anything
My heart went silent too...IT WAS SILENTLY BREAKING
It started to bleed.It was uncontrollable
The bleeding went on very unnoticeable
Until the heart stopped beating so wildly
Until the love faded and died eventually.


I just made this poem last night.


Details | Ballad | |

William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .


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Vesper

Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
Shrunken and fragile the form
That long was brimful of vigor
And a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
Through a door that I do not know;
The colors she sees are mem'ries,
Scents and sounds of the long ago.

A kaleidoscope of faces
Turns merry-go-round in her mind;
While trees out her window whisper
Soft lullabies long left behind.
The sound of my cheery greeting 
Draws her back to this metal room,
Away from a creaking rocker
And her mama's sweet, gentle croon.

If is not my name she whispers
As I bend down to kiss her cheek,
But a name more dear than ever
Mine was is the name that she speaks.
"Papa," the feeble voice quavers.
I'm no more a part of her world;
The grandma that soothed my sorrows
Is once again Papa's wee girl.


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Your Only Friend

     YOUR ONLY FRIEND       
Out of the night she's called for you
and raised you from a restless sleep
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.

She's known by all, her name is Death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath
and you have seen it in her eyes.

You look again, to clear your head
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished, it is read,
and now it's time to go.

So long you wondered who she was
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.

She whispers all the things you've done
and sings them in her song
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.

And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome her, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to
to know sweet Death, your only friend.
        ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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For I Had Lied

Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep

Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see 

He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot

Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath

The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"


*cry for...: Mourn

28/05/2013


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We Are One Nation

He laid there, warm and happy. Defeated as one, but successful as two.
A bullet hole straight through his chest. Another dark green uniform stained,
By the dark red liquid seeping through the torn fabric.
One hundred and one desperate young soldiers, laid to rest by the tip of his pistol.
A rifle jammed and abandoned just a mile away.
The last puff of smoked tobacco, freely evaporates into the broken spans of oxygen.
Fought for his family, his country, his land and our land.
Breached toward liberty, and founded it. At the tip of another’s Beretta M9…
This is America, America is you. America is he, she, and me. 
I am “The America”.
Open and free, to you, including me. I’ve held my guard, stood stiff and tall.
Fought hard, till this day, to wave “hello”, to the one race “individuals” every single day.
Wave back, or don’t wave at all, I’ll respect you as an American and not a flaw.
United or divided; we are one nation, that stands under religion, we are one nation.
Black, white, tall, or small, whatever it is, WE respect all.
Our flag does and will, stand to protect us all.
WE ARE ONE NATION, FOREVER YOU AND I.


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The Eyes

The Eyes

The eyes so shattered and so blue,
You sit there and you knew
The pain of losing someone close to you,
And you beg for their return,
But a wish so great, can never be granted.

The eyes shattered and blue,
Watch you,
Take the bottle and drowned yourself,
They watch you destroy yourself,
And they know what they do,
Yet they show no remorse, no pain in heart.

You fall asleep
On a dirty mattress,
Held up by broken dreams
And nightmares,
No pillow, no blanket
Just air you float on.
And your blind eyes close in the night,
The dreams come back to haunt you
And the eyes, they watch you,
So shattered and so blue.

Till three o’clock hits again
Wake in cold sweat,
Spiders on webs weaving a nest
In your head,
A cry out for the Madhouse,
Where the eyes so shattered and so blue
Stare at you, through a window with no reflection.

-10/3/2013


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I Am Dying

Fell from the womb
On a fall afternoon
A new life appeared 
Sadly death was to be my destination

We are born to run
We are born to be free
We are running towards the departed
We all shall be on time

Youth feels the passion of love
We grow within loves depth
We bear children for deaths grasp
Even we shall be first in line

The older we become, we know down inside
How close we  are to deaths door
We are the blood of eternal life
To feed the heavens above

Yet as we depart
Sadness fills the air
As loved ones are stolen from this life
We cry, we mourn, we desire things not to be

Yet we know
Death becomes us all


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Faded Picture in a Old Frame

Old faded Picture of a handsome young man
in soldiers uniform from the first world war
who gave his life for his country
once so loved and cherished
means nothing to anyone any more.

A face without a name
bought for 50 pence
on a second hand stall
not for the picture that's thrown away
but for the frame.






Peter Dome.copyright.2014. 


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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.


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Possession

you now possess me
cover me with your blanket
earth caress my soul


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The last journey

The Last Journey.

I’m going home my song is over
The actor rests his time has come
I’m going to cross that mystic river
 And gaze upon that clear bright Sun.

Well I can hear the whisper calling
And telling me “your time has come”
The image dies the mask is falling
No more the many, there’s just the one.

As energy is dissipating
All worldly cares they wilt to nil
There’s no more wrath, there’s no more hating
There is no thing just a space so still 

I say goodbye to all who knew me
But do not grieve for me when I’m gone
I’ll rest in peace my friends but someday
I’ll come again to sing my song.


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


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Painful Grace

Your colorful skin
Has been stripped from its bones
Thrown, shriveled, into a heap
Onto a hospital bed
Plugged into the wall

Toxins flushed throughout your body
Eating the smile off your face
Watching you go to war
For one more breath
One last glimpse

Looking into your pale eyes
I see a stranger’s helpless body
Forcing short breaths
Take mine away 

A twisted flicker of peace 
Dances across your face
With one last calm breath
You withdraw
Soul released

An unfinished symphony?Consumed with grief ?Sorrow has arrived?With smiles thief


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When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...


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On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


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A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 2

But now, I wonder "Will I have the bravery to follow?"
Demise shall follow if I am to attain redemption and cleanness of my sins that tarnish my soul.
Sometimes, I cling to yes, sometimes I cling to no.
When the dark clouds blur my sight, I ask myself "What is worth living for?", some believe in god, some in money or in even a more mundane wish.
I lack this one thing, I lack the purpose that would impulse me forward. But then, I speculate "For me, must be love", but what is love? I do not know, I am an strange to it, perhaps this wasn't reserved for everyone.

Well, one thing is right, my passing will not be mourned nor missed. It will go like the wind, now here then gone and noone noticed a thing.
Many leaves were shaken, many tears soiled the ground, yet, none of this was spotted by anyone.

To the people I did wrong "I am sorry, please, do forgive me".
To the people that hates me, hate me more, be genuine with it and be the fuel of this endeavor. Hurt me more, make me bleed, cut open my flesh, as he once did when I was an infant, paint the wall with my crimson tint...
Make me regret to have been born, actually, this will require little effort, since I already regret that.
My mind is set, termination is the way to go if I desire to do something good, at least once, in this life.
No hope can be spied nor a glimmering light to lead this one to safety.

In a colorless world, only with shades of black and gray, thoughts of demise haunts me day after day.
I see the people around me, at work, on the the streets, everywhere and I cannot help but to feel disgusted and out of place and helpless.
I am tired of pretending, behind my mask, I weep, behind their masks, they laugh at me.
I am tired of being fed by deceiving tales and to feed other with my lies.
The lies... It is everywhere, one must tread lightly between them, or else will fall their prey.


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Mortals Bleed

Heaven wept for the evil corrupt deed,
Sacred tears course as fragile mortals bleed.
20 precious cherubs lined up to await,
To enter the hallowed pearly gate.

Six other sweet angels trail behind,
Heaven-bound prematurely aligned.
What festers in the heart of a disturbed man,
Evil embeds afore time since began.

No dispute can express sorrow's convey,
Immoral deeds conspired while children at play.
God will make an act known to this man,
Awareness within a heart of bloodstained hand.

The guilt and remorse he'll suffer tenfold,
Overflowed with disgrace his soul has been sold.
It's most easy to condemn a disquieted man,
For the many lives slain at his hand.

But stop to ponder this ignoble shooter's plight,
In his psyche something was just not right.
Yes cherished mortals have left this plane,
Now residing in heaven's holy domain.

But soon families reunite in a divine place,
To once again touch their angelic beloved face.
Grief for the dead will never be shorn,
Embittered hearts thus infinitely mourn.


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Morning before sunrise

Light is almost clear
The morning is here
Beautiful light, beautiful moment
Your grandmother and all it has been 
Now or then before a sunrise moment.


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Dear Dad

Dear Dad 				
Why don’t you love me? 
The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night,
 then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play.
Why don’t you love me? 
The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and
never came back.
Why don’t you love me? 
The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years,
As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before.
Never to return.
Why didn’t you love me?
The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral.
As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Why couldn’t you love me? 
The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses
On her father’s grave.
Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s,
With love that never dies.
And her question is answered in the wind, 
As the answer is whispered in her heart.
How could you love me?
If you couldn’t love yourself?


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A Sad Thanksgiving Senryu


Somber Thanksgiving- Hospital bedside mourning The turkey has passed
.


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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.


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Burn Away

BURN AWAY

We have all lost our way
To see starlight gazers
And men with broken hearts,
Seeking love in all of the wrong places;
Vacant lots, where women all looking for something,
But not quite knowing what they look for.
We have all lost our way.

The only hope of humanity
Is the shining sun
That breaks through the blinds of my window,
And the faint memory of me and her
Lying on our backs in a grassy meadow,
Holding hands
Looked up and counted stars.

Cities burn away,
Sky, stars, moon, sun all burn away;
The grassy meadow
Where we once lay, all burns away
Everything burns away,
Memory and desire and love all burn away
With the snap of a finger, and a new man
In her own life,
And I burn away.

A picture of her hung high and praised,
A picture of me, in a dark box
That collects dust, in some lonesome
And dusty, cobweb infested attic.
And I burn away with a new day.
I burn away.

A nightmare that I can’t awake from,
It is endless and repeats
When thoughts of her are all over my mind,
I cannot take such nightmarish reality
Too see her and smile,
And she walks away without a trace
Of ever returning.
And I cry,
And I burn away,
The tears wash the fire away,
And turn me to ash,
The wind picks me up and takes me away.

And for one peaceful moment,
I do not cry,
I do not burn away.
For a moment I am happy
And I smile,
And go away for a while
And let them all sleep in peace.

-10/2/2013-


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Jada Mortensen

And so she was the girl from Bair.
With ocean eyes and golden hair.
Of heavy heart and light despise
Of cupid's dart and winter's cries.
There came a day when things did end.
Around the corner of the bend
There came a truck and in dispair
The loudest word was spoken there.
And so she left to who knows where.
Whilst many cried because they cared.
She roams around in circles too,
And whispering winds and skies of blue.
We raise our glass towards the sky
And smile a memory although she died.
No tears tonight, not ever one.
For there she rests inside the sun.
She is okay we know for sure.
In better days to now endure.
And so she was the girl from Bair
With clemency; a heart so fair.
And as we lay in bed and sigh,
I'd like to say to you Goodbye.

Rest In Peace Best Friend
11-21-1996 ~ 06-21-2011


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Mama, oh Mama

Bleeding through my sinus
Experts say I have THE VIRUS
.............................................
.............................................

I try to smile but I can’t
My lips are numb (and)
My tongue is frozen
My eyes refuse to open
My mouth is ajar but I cannot speak
As this breath of mine gets weak
My dear life has become a mess
Sickness has robbed my happiness
The pills that I take are all in vain
Needles and pipes fail to erase my pain
I overheard the doctor conversing with a nurse
There is no vaccine or cure for my curse
I thank my folks for holding my hand
But mama, you better understand
Appreciate what my song is about
There is no denying, there is only one way out
Give unto Caesar what belongs to Caesar
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
The writing is on the wall
The mighty tree must fall
Mama I will never walk again
Mama we will never talk again
Mama you will never see me again
It is time for me to face my maker
All my good things you must remember
The not so good things you must forgive
Please forgive me, for I have to leave
I lived right so I’m not afraid to leave
Like a leaf detached from its tree I fall
Time has come to answer my call


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Skin Deep

Achilles' heel 
You’re another day older
The world’s much colder
She…

It’s not your fault
They were taken 
Don’t blame yourself 
for God’s mistake
Is…

Her beauty reflects your own
Her life reflects your future
Chasing rabbits will get you there faster
Loss of faith will bring you there faster
Watching…

The ball drops
It’s clever to see
What happens to us
And here we are
Waiting…

Yes, 
Take the evil out of this
You’re stronger
She’s stronger and always,
Loving…


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Fleeting

There is a brilliant sun setting on the horizon. 
I wipe tears from my eyes, and watch in a strange sense of awe. 
The sun kisses everything with it’s radiating beams 
and then disappears from view. 
It reminds me that, 
like many things in life, 
these serenely beautiful moments are often fleeting.
Words are left unsaid, moments forgotten, lives lost.
But, in those quiet moments, 
when I feel the sun's warmth on my face, 
I know you're sending me a smile and lighting up my life, once again.


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Oku Sunkun Oku

In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
_______________________________________

WE MOURN OURSELVES

With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same

Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home

You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind

This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind

Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more 
Left with you are your deeds in that new home

Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name 

________________________________________
   
I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
 


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REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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The Last Ride

The Last Ride – Zamreen Zarook

God gave us the life with much prosper,
Never to take this opportunity as cheaper,
No point of storing wealth in a crisper,
Increase your morals and attitudes as a creeper.

When the time comes for the departure,
Every moments will be an adventure,
No time to think on agriculture,
No mood to go for architecture.

Wealth, that we said “mine” will be moving away,
Family that we called “mine” will be waving away,
Designations that we had “I am” will be thrown away,
At last the body is taken and buried away.

Alexander's hands were out when he was buried,
Which says the world, nothing accompanied,
Good deeds and merits that we earn, only to be carried,
So let’s lead a life that to be copied.


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Better Than Jesus

Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra


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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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The Murder Of One Lead To Another

The Murder Of One Lead To Another


My death caused yours. I left without a fight like I had all those times before. Murder by my own self-indulgence. Looking how I had left you to your own devices, if I would had known that would be the cause of your death would I have been less self centered? Can you hear me singing to you as you slit your wrist and separate soul and body? Slowly slipping away as I sing the song of the 7 veils. I yearned for you, as you loved for me could we be the most perfect couple to die for selfish wish. What fools we are leaving this world just for a death we know nothing of. 
Stop! Return! Don’t leave me just yet! Are the words I hear as I return to living breathing state, I was returned back to this world? For you I could live on, for you I could die by your side, for you I would make you live forever with me. I was murder, you slit your wrist but in the moment of leaving this world we both was called back by the body we left behind. We came back hand and hand together to stay side by side. I was murder you slit your wrist, but in that last moment I came back for you and you came back for me. Did you see it our nearly over soul ready to be devoured and consumed by our greed? 
I was murder, as you slit your wrist. We tried to destroy our suffering and we nearly destroyed our bond. My death led to your death but in our final moment we were called back to this unforgivable world. Murder by self-indulgence, suicide of a broken heart, which was our ways out of this world. Thank you for calling me back.


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FAREWELL MANDELA

FAREWELL MANDELA

F-From All around the lands on high
A-Around the mounts and down the depths
R-Resound the cries of loss untold
E-Even the birds our lots have known

W-We’ve lost a man that was great and bold
E-Embedded in him was a heart of gold
L-Like a child he’d forgive his offenders deeds
L-Leaving a legacy great indeed

M-Mandela, our leader of great repute
A-A man that would quail a great dispute
N-Never a soldier but wins a war
D-Dignity, tenacity, and honor he wore
E-Endearing to a nation and the world as a whole
L-Lo, we’ve missed our man indeed
A-And may his soul depart and rest in peace

…Adieu, Mandela!, our Leader Great!


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If I die before I wake

As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.

My last thoughts are of him, 
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.

All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.

You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.

My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.

Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.

As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.

I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.

I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.

I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.

Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.


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End It

End It
By: IzaDonna

My demons crouch real low
Seeping out of me real slow
The pain protectively covered
Darkening memories like no other
But I hide behind a smile
This life not seeming worth while
The blade I have is ready to go
Life already being at an all time low
So bring on the darkness
i no longer have a purpose

Chorus
I push you away to protect you
My sickness n pain being nothing new
So save yourself from my sorrow
Cause I won't live to see tomorrow
You deserve someone better
So let me be and go find her

Loneliness is my own choice
Feeling so lost with no voice
So I let each day slip by
Everyday just wanting to die
What have I become
Where did all this pain come from
Being left alone is my desire
The spark going out in my fire
My days I feel are at an end
Too far gone to possibly mend

Chorus

So bring on the darkness
I've lost my purpose


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Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  


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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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Where Are You

I lay in my back garden
I looked up to the sky
I was looking for my loved one's
With teardrops in my eye
I wonder where they've gone to
Or why they had to leave
Do they live on somewhere else
Oh what should I believe
I saw some faces in the moon
I don't know who they were
I couldn't clearly make them out
They were a little blur
When I die I want to know
Will we reunite
If I knew that would happen
Then I would go tonight
I really miss my loved one's
I feel so all alone
I wish that every one of them
Could make their way back home
The night was dark and peaceful
I hope they're resting well
Because as far as I'm concerned
The sky is where they dwell. X


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A Concert For Death In My Symphonic Life

At night I like to look to the sky and remember the lost ones by whom I'm inspired The angels Rena, Toni, Jeromiah, and David all showed me something, how can I repay them? My heros whos lives, troubled like mine yet never once did they ever fail to shine even as they thought they mattered not I noticed the love for the life through they fought every time they woke from the bed until one by one, my heros, fell dead When I remember, even though, ago long, I look to the heavens, and sing them a song. I feel them smile, and clap for another I give it all my love, like I do Teddy and Randy, my brothers who pulled me out of the hole in my head and gave me the strength to carry the dead into my concert, a symphonic life for its what they give me, when we get lost in the night.


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Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Confession

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


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Drown

The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
Sink,
To the bottomless sea.


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The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


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The Visitor-

The town lay dark and sleeping,
people safe ,in beds were keeping.
Only I , restless , hounded.
walked down the street,
heart pounded.
What called me from my nightly slumber?
Something lonely, a despairing hunger.
Through the gate , a soldier stumbles,
in the distance , cannon rumbles.
Suddenly , in my arms he falls,
“1863? he said,” do you see the musket balls?”
His blood soaks through a letter,
he pushes in my hands.
“Give this to my Jeanette,
make sure she understands!”
With one last cold and wintry breath,
Like fog he disappears,
I’m bewildered , frightened,
for he didn’t know the year.
It’s 2013 now, and Jeanette is now long gone,
I keep the blood stained letter ,
in my mind the cannon echoes on.


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Lamentations On Ocean top

                    Lamentations On Ocean Top

Sailing on a calm day
Surfaces of a criminal storm emerged
Seemingly lifeless but with power
Bent on malevolence
Forces of indifference 
Towards babies and the needs of puppies on board
The disturbance had no decency 
It carries all creatures to their end 
With no cause or lamentation 
The sea parts ways
Takes all remnants of stock and life
To be sunk and buried beneath the waves
Autochthonous (as indigenous) autocracy (as one rule) native to nothing
Touching the mortal core at every spill of wine and grace
The visual of the kill stabs at the heart of reason
And who knows what mercy lies beneath those savage seas
And who could touch that nerve of nature
That murders babies and their pets
That ruins ships and makes all navies but a speck
While spitting splinters in the face of justice
The yellow bright disc beams down
Like cutting shattered law on glass
Illuminating the debris
And beauty of nature
But no civility or honor shown in that same light
A mirror on the covered deaths 
Went well beyond our understanding
Beneath the pulsing fluid turmoil
Only to end in rage and grief
And to that end I thank you
For keeping this to yourselves
And out of the reach of our tender young ones




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Mourn For Me

trees mourn my passing
warm caress now frigid grip
leaves shed in sorrow


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Hopeless Crusade

A summoning I’m trying to forget.                                                                                     There’s too much left between the ashes                     
Life lingers far except with me                    	                         
My screams don’t seem to reach you                       

The warmth it surged right through my essence              
Mine is not the same as yours                               
I want to feel me, can’t you see me?                           
It’s never like it was before.                           

Your voice echoes through me                              
As I go through life this way                                  
I hope you’re not watching me                                                               
Fight this hopeless crusade.                                    

Smoke is drifting				                                                                                       It reminds me of the fog			        
Debris is lifting				        
It reminds me that you’re gone.		        

I remember the infirmary 			        
Giving their apologies			        
I’m crying from the outside			        
I’m locked in from the inside			        
I can’t break free			                                                                                           You’re not coming back to me		        

Your life is missing			        
And now I’m alone			        
I’m reminiscing 			        
My heart beats like a stone.		        

These clouds just never seem to part		        
There’s not enough time to shield my soul	        
It hurts just knowing your touch is gone	        
Why can’t it be just like before?


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Do not let me die in Vain

I have seen them
Come and go through dusk, narrow streets,
Some smiling and some frowning.
Down to the River Seine,
On the banks of Paris,
I walk with no one by my side.

I walk past the cafes, and taverns, and hotels.
I see the smiles and frowns,
Which all grow ever so slightly older with time.
I cannot hear the songs of love anymore.
Take me away! Take me away from this lonesome place!
Where the faces grow old and burn to ash.
Ash, Ash!
Dust, Dust!
They grow old, they grow old.
I am frightened to see my love incinerate away,
and turn to dust and ash.

Oh, now in a safe haven, I do not see the dead coming to life,
to snatch me away into the shadows of the dark world.
I drink my wine and eat my bread,
and I live to see you walk through that door.
The faces around me grow older with time.

I wait for you.
I wait, with endless time awaiting me.
I wait, till you walk through that door.
That door that mocks me with laughs of sorrow.
I order another glass of wine,
and drink.

I notice no one is around me now.
All dead and burnt up with age and time.
Expired! Expired!
Gone without a trace!
Leaving behind nothing, but dust and ash.

But I still wait.
Sitting in that chair,
facing the door,
and smiling, for I would soon be with you!
Oh, no wait a moment and see what waiting does.

I grow old... I grow old...
Like the faces before me,
growing old with time,
and burning away with the setting of a sun.
My skin pale and wrinkles everywhere.

I'm dying with every moment that passes.
Please do not let me suffer and die in vain.
Please show me your face,
That is so sweet and beautiful.
Show the glory of your beauteous face one last time,
Before I go and lay down in my chamber of death.

I hear the Reaper's moan and I see his scythe, round my neck.
Please, I beg of you,
Let my eyes be upon you one, last time.
Do not let a man die in vain.
Please...


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Passion And Shame Torment Him

otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die


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Untitled 2008

Old men whisper
While women brew tea
Hustle and bustle
Yet quiet and surreal

The sitting warm
With the smell of tea
A box by the window
A cover on the TV.

A flush of embarrassment
My teacher smiles at me
As I shuffle to my bedroom
Before rosary

Whispers and chants
No rest I find
As the drone proceeds
There’s a weight on my mind

Tears of confusion
Pain and fear
Cold to the touch
And no longer here

Quiet regret
Words never said
Love and respect
You didn’t know I had

Moments of joy
Fade into memory
People are uncomfortable
And don’t know what to say to me

It will be closed in the morning
Take one last look
Last time I’ll see you
It’s unfortunate but true

Navy suit and tie
Rosary beads in hand
Your face sits rigid
White were you used to be tanned

Tears of confusion
Pain and fear
Cold to the touch
And no longer here


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Please Don't Cry Because I'm Gone

I see the family gathered around and my heart is there with you.
As I see your faces I know that you are sad.
I was blessed as an only child with a family such as you.
It was a joy to be your mother.
There were many things I did to care for you as you were growing up.
All these things I did were done out of love.
I loved your father with a love that was unconditional, and his love for me carried me throughout the tough times in our lives together. 
I hope that this love is something that I've left behind for all of you to share.
Someday Dad and I shall be together again. 
I can see your pain and I feel your sadness.

Please don’t cry because I’m gone. 

I will be with all of you in your memories. 
We will all be together again someday and we will all rejoice together.
Though I've left this world behind I've taken a part of it with me… 
Your pains and sorrows will heal with time and your lives will continue.
Remember me with love in your hearts and be happy when I’m on your minds. 
I’ll be waiting with anticipation to see each one of you again.
Until that time, remember, I’ll be before our Lord every day, interceding for you so that my prayers I had on earth will be answered here in Heaven.

Please don’t cry, because I’m gone.

Just remember that I’m with the one who created me.
There is no greater peace than to be with the one who can do all things and can do them right. 
As I left this world and went to be with the Lord, there were people there I hadn't seen for many years. 
They were here with open arms to greet me and the joy I felt was so wonderful. 
It was like another family reunion. 
Please be at peace as you travel the road home and know that I’ll be here with open arms to greet you as you enter into the presence of the Lord.

Please don’t cry because I’m gone.


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A man called Bob

A man called Bob

I met a man some years ago
A man with so much soul
He was a Maori warrior
And he seemed so very whole
We used to play Guitar together
And we’d talk of mystic things
Whenever I think of my friend Bob
Such sadness does this bring.

Bob he was a ‘one off’ man
He stood there all alone
Most folk they just worshipped him
For never was he known
To hurt someone in anyway
With mouth or foolish act
He was a total ‘gentle man’
With courage, style and tact.

Old Bob, he taught me how to live
Though I’m not there quite yet
He died of cancer of the brain
And I will not forget
How I watched his essence leave his shell
On that day so long ago
Now in, my deepest vastest depths
A part of him does glow.

27 July 2013@0440hrs.



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Pondering on my demise

Pondering on my demise

Sometimes I sit here pondering
It really fascinates me
The question always comes to me
About how things will be
When my breath is silenced
And this empty shell lies still
I’ve pondered on this all my life
And I guess I always will.

I’ve read a few religions
But I push them aside
It seems there be no proof of them
So they can be denied
But something deep inside me says
And I feel it so clear
There’s no need to be frightened
When the death it does draw near.

The way I feel just lately
At seventy two years old
Perhaps I’ll live me ten more years
Before this shell grows cold
But now it fascinates me more
Although I feel no fear
I wonder where this life will go
When the body is not here

I see me drifting into sleep
As the spirit drifts away
The personality will die
Yet life itself will stay
But I can never prove this
It’s just the way I feel
So I just keep on pondering
And I guess I always will

13 August 2014 @ 1024hrs.


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Old Man Whither

Old man Whither…
The chair with a rickety rock…
He sits, swift with movement not…
He holds in hand, the trigger with a plot…
You hear the fancy clocks sound…
Tick Tock…
Tick Tock…
The movement grows closer…
Slowly seeking in…
The chime of the fancy clock…
Its Whither’s time to end…
The barrel is now perfect…
Aligned with his lonely chin…
Pull the sound slightly…
Pause…
Hesitant to snap the wind…
Whither kneels his head in shame…
“I cant do it!” he says, wanting to cower…
The blur is growing nearer, and closer…
Drowning down, dead as a nail…
Whither now, beginning to care…
“You know this place…”
Said the timid liquid in a dare…
Whither did not answer…
His reality, beginning to tare…
Soulless he sleeps…
Old Whither went forth…
Ventured on to a indescribable mention…
The white room was waiting…
The white room was bold…
Whither ...


Details | I do not know? | |

Oh Brother, Where Art Thou

Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? By Kenny Davis

Oh Brother, my dear brother
For where art thou?
Never thought it was you in my life
That I would have to go on living without

In the news of your passing
My heart in a roller coaster of emotion
So much love, rage, sadness
Filled with devotion and commotion

Oh Brother, Dear Brother
Why must you leave me so soon?
Having mere chances to share spring like rain showers with you
Only to not live to see the budding Dogwoods bloom 

I take comfort in the fact
In knowing why you had to leave
To finally claim your rightful place in Heaven
One of God’s enduring angels is forever free

I take solemn in the fact
That you are physically no longer here
But all of the memories you left behind for me
Will be forever treasured in my heart Brother, My Dear

I take peace in the fact
In knowing why you were called
Because you have rightfully fulfilled your purpose
And God said, “Now Servant, that is all.”

I take abundant joy in the fact
In knowing you are now in a far better place
Anxious to see once more that smiling face
When it comes to be my time to approach those pearly gates

I take everlasting hope in the fact
We shall one day meet again
In advance, thank you for watching over me from heaven
Farewell oh brother, my dear brother, my dearest best friend

©March 2013 k.davis


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My Mask

It hurts all the time
This pain in me never stops
I want to cry for you
I want to scream for you
I want to beg for you
I want you to be here
This cant be fair
This cant be real

But I smile and I laugh
I get up every morning to go to work
Throw on a happy face and make some jokes
I come home and enjoy my day
I have fun
And I continue on
But I’m so hurt
I’m so lost

Seeing you in there killed me
I could never get the phone call out my head
The screams from my mom
The walk up there to see if it was true
But most of all I wont forget you
In the casket
Touching your hand
You were so cold
You didn’t belong there
Seeing you go into the ground
Seeing them fall apart
Feeling my heart break into pieces
When all I could do is scream
I will never forget that day

And every time I smile I want to cry
Every time I laugh I want to cry
Every time I think I want to cry
Every breath I take takes a little bit out of me
Because I want to cry

I want this to not be real
I want to had spend more time with you
I want to hug you
Laugh with you 
Tell you I love you
That I was always there
That I am still always here

I am so broken
But I continue on with life

Because God took you and not me
He wanted me here for a reason
So ill continue on for
You
I will laugh
And smile
And pretend
Anything to make it to the end
To see you

I miss you just isn’t enough
It doesn’t mean enough


What heals a broken heart?
Time they say

But time wont bring you back
So my heart stays broken
As I pretend to smile

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


As I’m falling apart

My mask then goes on



RIP Bebo... 17 was to young


Details | Sonnet | |

Life, A Vanishing Mist

Life, A Vanishing Mist


It is so very late in my life
 a future pain awaiting my wife
A tragedy for my very young son
 years are short, life as yet so undone

Memories are signs that say very soon
 well past a shining three quarters moon
Pondering my demise and its effect
 hoping no duties do I ever neglect

What is a decade when it flies by
 or fears of no more future skies
A man can only pray to do his best
 ask God in Heaven to do the rest

Twilight now awaits its next hardened stone
 mortal man , sacrifice of flesh and bone!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-16-2014

note:  Pondering the future for my family when
 I am no more. I write my thoughts, glimpse my fear
and draw my sword in anticipation for a great battle.
A day, a month , a decade..? 
Ten years or so , to a soul desiring another 60 is a
bitter pill. Yet swallow I must...
 Not abitchin' at all, just a ponderin'.. lol


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Free verse | |

Farewell

I’ve been empowered to inform you that never again 
Will I allow you to light the flame of rage or ridicule within 
The walls of my very being.  
Never more will you pierce the core 
Of who I am and anything I’m seeing.
You are hereby vaporized before my eyes
Into the nothingness of forgetfulness 
Which is less than having ever 
Lived and breathed at all.
You are smaller than the memory of 
Earth’s first turning like a blue-green ball.  

Leave me now, you of such baseless insignificance
And return to the pitiful depths 
Of your own self-centered, concentric view of who
You think you are and have always chosen to be:
A god among men, legend above legends
Living far beyond the realm of reality.  
I see you now for what you really are…smoke 
Rising into the night sky
Disappearing toward the stars…
Whose molecules and atoms are so minutely scattered 
That collecting them would take infinite light years
To discover how little you mattered.  
My only prayer for you is pity 
Which is all I have left to give.  

Farewell, your myth having been dispelled to the gates of hell
(If such a place exists for those few,)
Whose life was wasted on ignoring, degrading and attempting to destroy  
The unquenchable and indistinguishable 
Beauty, love and unbounded good graces of humanity, 

Like you.             


Details | Blank verse | |

Life Goes On

Life goes on
The love we have for our beloved,
Is like a fountain 
That never dries up,
And doesn't cease flowing 
In our veins.

But even if I go,
You spare a thought for the one in need,
For life goes on.
My legacy will soon supplant me.
Tears will roll down their cheeks 
As they wail and shriek in sadness for my trip,
To where our ancestors are,
Resting in perpetual peace.

But I know one thing,
come the day; 
We shall all parade before Him that scans
And kneel in supplication 
With saint Longinus.

By Longinus T


Details | Lyric | |

Don't you cry for me


Don’t you cry for me, don’t cry for me my love
Just let this essence fill you deep within.
Raise your eyes and look above you
For nothing’s like it seems.
For life be but a journey filled with dreams.

You see me as I suffer
As my breath grows weak and thin.
And you cry for all those losses that you feel.
Though you never glance within you
 And look on through those shadows.
And it’s a curse, my darling it’s a sin.

All be well the sun is shining
As those birds sing in the trees.
The flowers bloom, and everything’s okay
Tis naught, but shadows go away
So smile and let it be.
My love please do not weep for me.

For all that is will ever be
For energy is energy
And nothing’s lost, and nothing’s ever gained
And everything be still the same.

Don’t you cry for me, don’t weep  for me my child.
Just let this essence fill you deep within.
My angel, let it drive you wild
For nothing’s like it seems.
For life be but a journey filled with dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

Chair of Death

On a cool afternoon for tea,
She sat in that chair,
Humming for our silence;
Her bones quivering the instrumentals
Within the ruffles of the skin.
When her tune came to an end,
She took time to turn our way.
Not because she felt obliged 
That she had all the time in the world,
But because her youth had shredded
To make her nothing but one
Who hoped for time.
For the painstaking moments passed
And we locked eyes.
She fought her raging wrinkles to smile
And nod my way.

Perhaps she tried too hard
To say a decent goodbye.

One would think he keeps it
Because he has to.
We'd sit on the floor first
Before we touch that chair.
For it encases you, 
Tightens its weight upon you
And hums so sweetly between the ear and soul,
The sounds of a sour, unsaid farewell.


Details | Rhyme | |

Minnis Downhome Pharmacy

Four shootings took place just five minutes after I left Minnis Downhome Pharmacy.
If I had been there for another five minutes, one of the victims would've been me.
Two of the victims were killed and two are still alive.
I hope and pray that those two ladies survive.

Jason Bryan Holt was the one who caused the devastation.
He was apprehended before he could even leave Bean Station.
This proves that the world is lost because the killer was a former cop.
It's very sad and tragic that these senseless shootings couldn't be stopped.

He shot them after stealing a lot of Oxycontin.
These shootings were both terrifying and rotten.
These poor people are in my prayers.
I hope that the killer gets the chair.

(Dedicated to Stephen Lovell, Richard Sommerville, Alexia Wilson and Janet Clift who were shot on May 23, 2013.)


Details | Couplet | |

Heart Attack

I only had one heart attack
...but it felt like two.
When the second came,
it was quite true.

The wait seemed long
...but I knew it short.
'till the tests came back
and could now cohort.

The weeks went by
...but they felt like days.
I had missed the pain,
yet I feared the blaze.

The years have passed
...but only seconds remain.
Now I fear the heart.
Here comes the pain.

It's quiet and stiff
...but also dark.
Here is my death.
Goodbye; a lark.


Details | Free verse | |

Bon Voyage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

One Last Breath

When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.

When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.

Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in: 
One 
Last 
Breath.


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…


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The Widower

What is there too say now?
What is there to do this evening?
Nothing for I am without you,
I remember you, when my eyes first looked upon your brow and beautious eyes,
Your luxurious features and a heart of gold and platnium,
I am lost in a garden of cluelessness, and lost and forgotten.

My heart aches and shivers in the lone days of the mid December evenings,
You are gone and lost without a single trace,
But soon I had lost you for good and could never find you again,
I buried you in the gardens of the dead,
and the tears from my broken heart showered your grave.

Oh now I wish you were here,
To listen to my heart,
For it is out of tune and the orchestra is playing a slow melody,
and the chimes ring me to the dinner table,
To eat alone the lonely supper for the mourning of my woman.

So I eat alone tonight,
The house is quiet and empty,
The butlers and maids have gone home,
Nothing but lone, empty halls,
Once filled with love and music,
keep me company.

The slow music plays in my study,
I sit in my red chair,
I cry and cry again,
I read a book of poetry and think of you,
Not a life worth living without you.


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 | Free verse | |

Can you hear me now

Throughout your short life
I tried to share
The virtues of 
Knowing yourself:
The nearest thing of 
Knowing God!
This Life is a dream
The task is to
Awaken into a brand new
Consciousness, then
You cannot hear me

Giving into peer pressure,
Living fast and hard, muted
The voice of silence:
Left to your own devices
Called a list 
Of ailments,
Spat out by 
Heaven and Earth
You ended in the gutter,
Depending on the
Mercy of strangers

After that midnight call
You hung on my arms
Like the last shriveled fruit
On winters bare tree,
Allowing silence to speak again:
Can you hear me now?
Letting me go 
Began swirl around your axes
Escalating into a mad pirouette 
Until falling onto the ground,
Where from you did came


Details | Prose | |

Good Night

Like angels kissing strangers
Rising with the moonlight
The flowers of your eyes
Kiss my soul goodnight

Finally the sleep fairy
Has blessed me
With much request
And eyes, teary

Won’t wake up soon
Won’t give up this chance
Don’t be gloom
I've acquired a better stance 

The scent of your eyes
Will keep me strong
On the other side
As I wander long


Details | Quatrain | |

Terror Within

Trying to make sense of senseless murders...


among the flock there seem to be
a few without remorse
they want their name for all to see
no matter what the course

so silently they await the day
they've planned down to the minute
misfortune soon has it's way
with the poor souls caught up in it

and families left to grieve alone
while a killer still remains
with empty eyes and face of stone
he most certainly is insane

but deep within his twisted mind
lies coherence with evil purpose
psychopaths aren't well-defined
yet another will surely surface


Details | Rhyme | |

Peace be with you little ones

Peace be with you little ones,
As you make your journey home,
So early in the day it seems,
To come upon your lives’ sweet gloam.

Peace be with you little ones,
Your smiles brightened up the earth,
And though we might no longer see,
They still in heaven spread their mirth.

Peace be with you little ones,
And those who would your guardians be,
There should be no cost put on lives,
So easily lost in tragedy.

Peace be with you little ones,
As you make your journey home,
So early in the day it seems,
To come upon your lives’ sweet gloam.

For the children and adults who lost their lives in Newtown Connecticut


Details | Free verse | |

The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave

I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the 
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.

Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.

-10/2/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

Another Good-Bye


Her day bled
into a crimson sky
of mourning.
A moon overcast
with laments vision,
its reflection 
echoed in the surface
of borrowed time.
Now, quietly,
the long hours drew
nearer to the hush
of evenings passing---
sleep bidding
another farewell,
as the grave 
gives up its spirit
to enter into
a different realm---
vicariously
on the threshold
of dreamscapes view
and another
good-bye is said.
  

© 2013 Debra Squyres 


Details | Rhyme | |

No Grievances Permitted

Spooling southward on shattered wing-
I ache to fold from life’s cruel sting! 
(I’d rather die, than say goodbye)
Because I can’t repent this suffering

(A reinvention of 'No Assembly Required')


Details | I do not know? | |

the last goodbye

the hardest thing is letting go
goodbyes were never my thing 
memories are the enemy 
when someone close to you dies 
a piece of your heart slowly fades away
and at some point you forget whats happening 
you forget how to smile
you realize they aren't coming back so why hold on 
why face all the sadness and fear
why must things be so hard
when they disappear 
why fear what helps you the most 
why be afraid if you see there ghost
when that part of your heart breaks its hard to regain the strength 
its hard to mend the pieces
its hard to erase the memory
most of all its a ***** to numb the pain
nothing works 
nothing wants to help
it eats at you like its got you in its grasp 
when someone you love dies your empty you don't know where to turn or what to do
your scared of being alone
even when they were near
its hard to forget..
   its hard to ignore...
     its hard to get over...
what your heart goes through to be okay
    what your mind does to solve its pain
           what you'd do just to bring them back
                  what you'd give just to say im sorry 
                         emotions run wild when you lose someone 
                                your not yourself
                                    you question things you use to be positive about
                                          you push people away to isolate yourself from more pain
is this what its like to be alive but feel so dead 
  is this what its like to want to forget what meant so much
     why did they have to go when it wasn't their time
         what could such an innocent person do to deserve death 
why is it so cold once they are gone
being numb isn't an issue 
its the hold it has on you 
   its the life it drains outta you
trying to be strong only brings more pain
      trying to smile when you feel like dying
the desire to move on only makes it worse
  you lose what your thoughts were
    what your dreams where suppose to be
       what goals no longer matter 
          what life even is worth anymore 
troubling thoughts come and go 
   disturbing images fade in and out 
      what is death 
the thing we fear most 
  the thing that rips us apart
    the thing that is made to make us suffer 
         the energy drainer the reason you become hollow
losing touch with reality starts to kick in
  losing all hope takes over 
empty
  lonely
     dead inside
no where to go 
  no one to turn to
    nothing can help you
       no not even yourself
is this really how its gonna end?


Details | Rhyme | |

And I Will Always Love You

I made vows to never depart 
away from her
But alas! Yesterday was her 
last day with me
Oh! How I wish fate would 
travel as I prefer
Constantly listening to me 
and voluntarily agree

I sat right next to her as she 
suffered
Suffered from the merciless 
disease
That smote her with a rusty 
sword
Sword that brought her 
down to her knees

I looked at her hopeless 
wrinkled appearance
Her flowing tresses have 
now lost its dye
She gave me a weak smile 
as I glanced
My conscience can't smile 
but just sigh

I grasped her hand while 
she lay on the bed
Motionless like a leaf on a 
flowing rivulet
Her existence now hangs on 
a fragile thread
I deeply desire to own a time
controller with reset

Its been an amazing 
adventure staying with her
We occasionally argued but 
it didn't proceed long
And for ever and a day 
cherished each other
For our love is eternal and
exceptionally strong

The white blank sheets on 
which I inscribe
Requests me not to drench 
them with tears
While the brutal death looks 
at me and gibes
But I know life goes on and I
shouldn't fear

Because I still treasure your 
golden memories
Deep down within my mind 
I still got the views
Reminiscences of how we 
first met and our first kiss
And how you whispered in 
my ears 'I will always love 
you'


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 | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Melancholy

Those smiles bloomed, blossomed fawned
As tears now wander
Upon hearts squander
Love's grave has securely, purely, spawned 

We kissed aflutter and danced in shimmer
And my hands apprised
But now glanced disguised
For the shadows glare dolour and dimmer


Details | Rhyme | |

bloody red roses part 2

     She lies in a pile of bloody red roses

She left a note to her folks  saying

" I cant go on im sorry"

      It didnt say why

But still we cry

      We are all very sad

some of us are mad

       none of us are glad

She'll b greatly missed

        To me she was like a sis

But when will the rumors stop

        Noone knows the truth not even the cops

My pain is great 

       I wish we hadnt been late

But when we got there 

        there she lay 

on her already made bed of

Bloody red roses


Details | Haiku | |

Samurai Song, Haiku


delicate blossom
rests in the still gnarled hand
bruised petals weep tears

weary eyes open
tiny cuts, the body bleeds
peace still years away

sun rise breaks the hill
heralds another battle
draw your sword and charge

Trisha Sugarek, 2011
From The World of Haiku


Details | Free verse | |

Where are you

  
I have looked for you in every church, temple, and mosque,
but you were nowhere to be found. Where are you? 
People praise your name, and pray to you in times of need. 
You never answer, are you dead? or sleeping? 
Please, tell me where you are so that I can find you, 
wrap my arms around you and never let go. 
You are all we need and all we have ever needed. 
Where are you? My God.  

~My child, I am with you. I have always been with you since the beginning
 and I will be with you until the very end. I have never left you, but you will
 never find me in a structure of wood and concrete. I am under every stone, 
under every tree and in everything you see around you. 
Just because you call to me does not mean that I do not hear you. 
I will always be there when I am needed in the end to show my mercy upon 
those who are sick and dying to release them from their pain and to give them 
everlasting life free of pain and suffering in the Kingdom of Heaven.~
 
                                                                                               -Zachariah Field


Details | Free verse | |

Blood flows like Champaign on a Wedding Day

The poetry I write seems harsh
it seems sad and powerful,
sings songs and pslams to the sorrowful soul,
sung its song in the past of sorrow in all.

The poet's blood flows like champaign
on a wedding day of young couples in love.
Champaign that flows like rivers and streams
in the green plains of Mid West America,
and the poet writes about the land and the bird
that sings afar in a tall, old oak tree
thick at barch with experience and age.

The soul burns and cries out to be freed,
yet sits and reads poetry till the crack of dawn
in an old apartment house on the second floor,
and the rats run along the walls, and the cockroaches
in cerial boxes,
with shotgun in lape and cocked, ready to fire,
one in the chamber.
Whiskey in the lungs,
and whiskey on the ground,
in the hand
and upon the feet
of a sorrowful soul, filled with pain
and age, age full of tender love that never was discovered
by any naive soul.

One time the clock ticks and tocks,
echoes rings in an empty mind,
that echoes the sorrowed mind and tortures the pale soul.
One pull of the trigger,
and the sound of an explosion of faint silence
and a smile on a face of a dead man is shown in the light,
and watch the blood flow on the white pannel wall,
flowing like champaign on a beautiful wedding day.

Two weddings and a funeral...

-11-1-2013-


Details | I do not know? | |

Voodoo Spell

My best mate went to see a voodoo Dr
he wished upon a voodoo spell
i went to the cemetery to visit his grave
i was searching high and low until
i found my mates head stone
i smoked a joint and blew the frost 
off a couple of cold ones.
I dug up my mates grave only to find
it was filled with filthy worms and decaying
human flesh.
I sat back blew a joint i heard my mate say
don't stand over my grave and weep
i am not their.
I looked up and saw my mate looking like a
zombie what a mess
i always knew he had a thing for sweet
smelling blood. 
But this was over the top my mate had no
life in his eyes  i touch his skin it was ice cold.
I believe he sold his soul.
will my mate be walking the earth forever ?
like a vampire or feasting on the bones of the dead?
Beware of voodoo spells


Details | Prose Poetry | |

What If

What if 
I vanish, 
I vanish from the face
Of the world,
Into an oblivion,
Into the void
Of pitch-darkness
Of nothing beyond.
What if I don't
leave a word
or two, behind for you.
What if I go,
Soundless, 
Cold and slow.
What if I draw
grey-black strokes
Before I know
That I'd immerse
lower than low.
What if the day
comes, cheerless
and dull,
Songs of skies
allay and lull
me to sleep.
For eternity.
What if I cease to know
How the emerald
on that grass will glow,
How it feels to wake up
tomorrow.
The leaf will stir.
The wind will take you far.
Joys of breathless delight
Would still rupture. 
Countless days will pass.
That my toes do not
touch the grass.
Until a lonely star
On a dust-less night
Will murmur
my name, in your ear.


Details | Free verse | |

The Journey

From time immemorial your story began
A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more
Your story past written a character just one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Each story unique while pieces the same
Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone
Your story continues passed first to no last
The tale of you bleeds into all

Through love and hate, laughter and death
Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days
The story being written you wrote each day
The tale of you bleeds into all

Memories endure through dream and remembrance
Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on
Your story yet written a character more than one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Your stories the fires shall never consume
A past, a future, a present goes on
The story you wrote lives forever in your love
The tale of you bleeds into all


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 | Rhyme | |

Why did he have to die

Why did he have to die?

Does anybody know
How it feels to lose a child
A child you’ll never get to know
Oh Lord one gets so riled
I know there are so many mothers
Who know this feeling well
But here I tell my sad, sad story
My story filled with Hell.

I was the age of thirty six
I’d been pregnant for eight months
I’d feel him move within my stomach
How I loved his baby lump
But it was then disaster struck
I had a nasty fall
I prayed to God ‘oh please no God
Oh please don’t be so cruel’

They took me to the hospital
Who tried to save his life
He died and then they told me this
That when the time was rife
I would have to birth this child
Though he was dead inside me
And so I did with mind all sick
Because this had to be.

Oh how awful I did feel
That I had to go through this
When baby came, a poor wee corpse
In me there was no bliss
As they took his form away
And left me there, to cry
Asking god so frantically
Why did he have to die?

I often think about my son
Who died before his birth
I think of how it would have been
If he now walked this earth
I often think ‘If there’s a Heaven
Will I, and this child meet?
Will he greet me in that world?
Where the flowers grow so sweet

Vera Duggan 1 January 2014.


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 | I do not know? | |

Hamba Kahle, Comandante Chavez

Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez!

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,
but the torch you lit,
remains ablaze.

You may have passed away from this mortal life, Comandante,
but you have passed on,
your immortal ideals.

Today our hearts are heavy with sorrow, Comandante,
yet you left our hearts so much heavier,
with hopes of a more just tomorrow.

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,

but you live!

You live!


Hasta la Victoria Siempre, 

Comandante!


Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias (1955 - 2013)


* - "Hamba Kahle" means "go well" in Zulu


Details | Couplet | |

Salutations and Satin Sheets

Pulling up his pants I think he's already forgotten me
Smeared lipstick and a handful of twenty's

Dirty condoms laying on couch, the bed, and the floor 
He gives me a mischievous wink and out the door

Now i'm angry at what I've done 
A filthy whore with cheap discreet fun

Laying on my bed it smells like sex
My life has always been cursed like a hex

No worries i've got a way to take away the pain
Pulled the trigger on my twenty two and blew out my brain


Details | Rhyme | |

Without Him Here

Sitting at my window, watching the clouds pass by,
I smile on the outside...while my insides only cry
Walking down the street, my head hangs in despair 
Wandering...Seeking...For a soul to care
 
There is a demon I have, I face it everyday,
A monster, Killing my spirit, as my soul withers away
Then suddenly...as I am ready to cave,
I face on that day, my little boys grave
 
Saddened and lost without him here,
That day is remembered...I held him so near
As the tears fall, and my insides turn,
My heart is needing relief from this burn
I sit talking to him, fighting despair,
Wishing so badly, he could only be here
 
Then I kneel down to kiss his grave,
This inner peace for so long I have craved
It came in an instant, a moment we share
With the warmth of his spirit I feel everywhere!


Details | Haiku | |

Father

The sun bitter cold
Down my cheek is tragedy
My soul sits in pain

Mind in dark shadows
Seeking last light perfect blooms
To make tangible 

Heart drifts with a cloud
Blemishes fade on the wind
He was perfection


Details | Free verse | |

It's Not Your Fault

The thing about life
is that
it can end in an instant

When the rope of the
harsh words
wraps tightly around your 

Neck squeezing tighter
and tighter
you just want to jump

To end it all to end all
the pain
and the hatred and words

It is not only the words
that push
you over the edge

It is too the fists and
the feet 
that slam into you

Over and over
without
a break with out letting up 

Making you break down and slide down
the wall
and cry and cry and cry

One phone call can 
save a
live, stopping that jump

Stopping the self hate
and
spreading the love

The love i have for 
you will 
never fade or die and i hope

will make you better
to sleep
and to be able to be 

Happy again to 
be happy
forever and always with me

just remember and know
that it's
NOT YOUR FAULT


Details | Rhyme | |

The Suicide Summer

The Suicide Summer
By Kevin Robey
August 5, 2013

It’s the end of summer, when rhymes will end
I’ll say goodbye to them, and all of my friends
It’s the end of days, as far as I’m concerned
I never thought that I’d make it to this turn

After all this time, the wounds are too deep
After all the battles, the price too steep
Doesn’t matter if you blame me for your scars
Sticking around this long, it's gone too far

I tried my best, can’t breathe anymore
Keep the manufactured smile I wore
It was all just a way to buy some time
The fire never stopped, your hand holding mine

I’ll never be saved, don’t push religion my way
I appreciate the thought, but I’ll burn anyway
There never was a question; faith got me this far
But answers were short; the punch lines bizarre

Reading this now, you’ll pick up the phone
Put down your concern, just leave me alone
Wash your hands of this diseased catastrophe
Just walk away as I drift off to calmer seas

As the lazy waves lap across my unshaven face
My bright eyes fade to grey with style and grace
I remember the chaos as the peace overwhelms
Smile one final time with the angels at the helm


Details | Lyric | |

Whispers in the night - lyrics to Life story by Peter White

Whispers in the night, longing for your ears
To drown every fear
But the sorrow sleeps with me tonight. 

Whispers in the night, saying a bitter prayer,
Gone the summer cheer,
Only cold snow fills me deep inside. 

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared;
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 

Whispers in the night, saying our favorite prayers
Seeing you everywhere
Your smell still lives painfully in this house

Whispers in the night: "Oh why not a few more years?"
There is still so much to share!
Nobody to hug and care for life!

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 


Details | Free verse | |

Jimmy, El Nopalero

[Nopalero = one who deals with/sells edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads]

Aiiiii, Jimmy --
what shall we say, now that you've gone,
worst fear realized:  your body discovered,
days later, in your filthy Mexican rooms,
amid the soiled papers littering the floors
reeking of cat urine and layer upon layer
of dried and fresher feces.
These feral cats were your most faithful companions.
You thought yourself their benefactor
and, perhaps, their savior.
We were told that, after your demise,
when the door opened, all 21 fled,
never to return.  You left us,
unbathed, smelly, shunned,
just weeks before your birthday,
having almost (but not quite) suffered
through 80 years, the last 30 spent
in bordertown Mexico.  You, daily, crossed
the bridge to claim your mail -- which (for a fee)
promised to guarantee that you would be a winner
of lotteries, sweepstakes, miraculous windfalls.
You subsisted on senior coffees at McD's, 
on your pitiful government assistance,
since you were unwilling to abandon your 
feline family.
You blamed your life on abuse by brothers
(all dead long before you)
and you could not understand
why richer acquaintances --
virtually everyone --
were unwilling to share with you
their bounty.
In the plazas, you were a familiar sight,
selling whatever you could:
you were "el viejo gringo," "el Jimmy," "el nopalero,"
and other less generous
(but, perhaps, appropriate)
names.
You knew animals, had some expertise with birds.
Your chief preoccupation was yourself,
and your main complaint was that you
never got your just deserts.
But no one deserves to end
as you did --
unclaimed, a foreign body,
interred in Mexico
in an unmarked pauper's grave,
a "fosa commun."  You only wanted
to be loved.  RIP my friend; 
I did not mean to be unkind.
James Milford Pierson, 27 February 1934 - 2 February 2014.


Details | Haiku | |

The Light

Incandescence floods my senses as familiar silhouettes beckon --------- (C) John C Michaels, 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Soldiers Song Sung

Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
Ongoing is the beat of the drum that leads these men 
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score 
A battle ground where battles implore gore, the grapheties of war 
 The generals encharge more, once again obeastities twords the poor 
This includes those enchored, the entangled, the ignored 
War, it's so upstrangled, oh and I disincluded those forced 
So have I yet struck a displaced chord, should I this poem abort 

Caught between the memories, the struggle just to make it through
An empty wide open, and the millions of motions which gracefully do
Fought where theres freedom, brought here just for you
Those feelings make you an empty crew, fight it, don't get blue

Because now in this silience it's just me and you
Nothing more left here that will ever be new
I walked ten miles tonight
Attention diverted arms draw up tight
I surrenered the time 
To get the answers right
The question forever there remains the same
I am no longer there, your to blame
Spinning circles emotions bringing forth the cause
I felt the whole world open putting that time on pause

The dawn begins at zero hour
The canyons flames burn at its blistering bowels
The range is now a burning ridge
My thoughts are now only a burning bridge
My eyes feel so empty without you in by my side
It hurts so much the whole crew got caught in the fight
With unswept memories I only stir though the night
I've wept, I've prayed, and then I cried
Searching for an answers of why you died


Details | ABC | |

final goodbye

My outside smile doesn’t match on the inside
Growing up all I wanted was a dad by my side
But I never had you in my life
Sit with my pad and I write
That’s what hurts the most
I went on a search for you father
It would have been easier to search for ghosts
What made it harder
Is you had a chance to be a dad
But you rejected it
I’m trying to advance through the sad
While accepting it
I needed you the most
Now I’m not affectionate 
To anyone who tries to get close
People always leave. I’m expecting it
Talk about my dad I act like I don’t miss him
But it’s eating me up inside
Can my feelings be justified?
How could I say goodbye
When you ****ing died
When we rarely said a simple hi
We got to see each other a few times a year
You turned up drunk. Blind from beer
At times I wish I could rewind to there
But I let my smile out shine my tears
The death of you was the birth of me
I try and figure what’s best to do
But people see the worst in me
Sober and clean
They want the dirt on me
A coward is something I’ll never be
But a boy in need of a dad I’ll probably forever be
Everything I’m yet to achieve. And everything I already have
Will it make up for never having a dad?


Details | I do not know? | |

Troubled Road

My mouth is burning dry
As I continue idly by
Feet scraping against the Earth
Yearning for a delightful re-birth
Night passed and pain flowed
Upon this troubled road

Rays of sun peep in my eyes
Clouds mocking my image as they rise
Feeble in the knees, it hurts to move
My brain stubborn eager to improve
Asking what punishment I'm owed
Alone on this troubled road

Fallen under the skies tears 
Which in disguise are my many fears
Huddled only by the thunder
Ready to forfeit to my slumber
Dying in what I have bestowed 
Buried among this troubled road


Details | ABC | |

when i die

I wear a hoody so if I get arrested for a wrong crime
it means I’m automatically guilty
They say I’m the strong kind
But what if it’s the stuff I’m meant to survive that actually kills me?
They ask why I do stupid things and regress
They point and say damn he’s stressed
Then they ask how can you be depressed
When you’re dating a girl with double d breasts
I reply there won’t be a ring for her
I don’t feel a thing for her
It’s just a fling to me
She acts like I’m a king to her
It’s funny and kind of incredible
That these girls put me on a pedestal
But to me what’s most memorable
Is they look shocked when I fall
They think I’m some kind of prince charming
When not long ago I was depressed and self harming
I didn’t ask to be placed up there
Wish I was the guy to tell you you’re beautiful when your make up clears
When I’m gone don’t waste your tears
 I hope you find happiness and escape your fears
So when I die don’t act like I’m the greatest person who ever lived
Don’t paint me with accomplishments I never did
Be honest I could have been a better kid
Make sure all of my faults, weaknesses and downfalls are mentioned
I’m sorry if I never reach the end of my road to redemption
Remember I survived and fought through the depression
Forget the people who only care about what I left them
When I die I hope girlfriends, exs all the people I hurt
Realise I just never knew how to show them how much they’re worth
I hope when I die you can accept my apologies and love
I’ll see you when you you follow me up 


Details | Free verse | |

Life on a hitchhike

Life on a hitchhike

A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut
mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled
into occular armpits,  no explanation. Hands that once
felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching
careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the
flesh depart,  skin crawling with old breakfast
sausage  patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh
does not win. Careful.   External refuse
hidden bonds  confide in mass abuse of internal
bliss like  factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say
goodbye like used coffee grounds  At last gasp I
set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with 
eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor.
Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake
I praise a restless content over a form boring of
less than glib compose and promote a position of
erectile tissue and ooooze about time ,  space
swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation
at arms------------------------------------------length

dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Of A Love Lost Army Wife

Here Today...Gone Tommorrow,
Our hearts are breaking filled with sorrow.
I wish we had a chance to say goodbye before you were sent to war
to die,
But you left us very suddenly,There was no warning,
Now here without you we are all in mourning.

You were the one true love of my life,
It was a pleasure and an honor to have become your wife.
The years we had together were filled with such joy,
The days we became parents to our 2 girls and our boy.

You are now an Angel, The brightest Star.
Now we can only admire you from Afar.
Sleep tight my love, in our hearts you remain,
My journey starts here to walk lifes path of pain,
But i will travel many miles, Air, Land or Sea,
No matter how hard lifes challenges may be,
For I will fight the Cold, the Wind and the Rain,
Cross Oceans, Climb Mountains until we are together Again. x


Details | Bio | |

SCARS

Each scar tells a story.
The story of my life and of the pain.
Every scar has a story.
A single wound in the heart.
Each scar tells of my struggles.
A story of my agony.
They tell a story of how I survived each day
carrying my brusies around
just trying to survive.
Every scar tells a story
of how I was used.
Of how I was battered and bruised.
They tell a story of how I was left to die.
And each scar tells the story of the woman that
I will NEVER forget.....


Details | Romanticism | |

Breathless Helen

Breathless beauty in the world of ice,
Icicles hanging off the tightly coiled noose,
Blue in the face and the body of ice,
Gently cradled by icy old snooze.
Heart that once beat with melody pure,
Eternally banished into freezing unknown,
Broken in pieces, beauty will lure,
Body of ice appears amongst known.
Melody pure, with dreams which destroy,
Wishful and doubting hearts don't belong,
Helen, the prettiest lady in Troy,
Just give up fighting for it wont be long.


Details | I do not know? | |

THE WAY WAR VETERANS SUFFER FOR OURS HARD WORK

I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer when we come back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer with tears in ours and sadness on ours faces,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated right,we are treated wrong,we have no one to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated fairly we are treated unfairly,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated kind,we are treated unkind,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing from coming back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated good we are treated badly,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing who are still on this earth while ours conrades have paid the price and die for this country,We still don't have anyone to comfort us, the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw the country on 9/11 when the enemy came and bomb the USA,We was there to comfort the country and the people that lost love ones,the power was on the side of the military of the USA,We beat them down,so I ask this question????? Who are going to comfort us now,we are no longer soldiers but war veterans all mess up we was not born this way but got this way for fighting for ours country////// SSG Jack Thomas Kirt


Details | Rhyme | |

Mercy Killing

What happened last night brother, 
Please tell me it's not true, 
Was i a bother, 
Don't tell me you have no clue, 

Why am i locked up in an asylum, 
Don't you trust me, 
Am i getting my mammogram, 
it's my right to know please tell me, 

Don't isolate me please, 
I beg you, am only human, 
Tell them to handle me with ease, 
Am almost a young woman, 

Don't turn away when i speak, 
I need some answers, 
These injections are making me weak, 
Not forgetting my ulcers, 

Is this about the mercy killing, 
Please brother, don't cry, 
You tried your best but am not healing, 
Please let me die, 

I can's feel my limbs, 
The medicine is getting stronger, 
Please take care of the other siblings, 
Am growing weaker, 

Am done leaving on life support machine, 
Just let me go, 
You tried but am a broken engine, 
lease let my spirit go, 

This are my last words brother, 
Please don't try and save me, 
Last night when i had a seizure, 
The doctor defiled me...,


Details | Rhyme | |

Calling A Soilder Home

Hearing your voice as it beckonds in my ear,
I can still see your smile as my eyes shed a tear.
Memories of you I still carry each day,
as I go back to this place where they led you away.
They sounded off the guns with the twentyone gun salute,
you served so proudly in your worn soilder boots.
The battle crys could be heard through your fellow soilder's ear,
as he slapped the ground hard it came true his worst fear.
Recalling the day shots went off as you clutched your chest,
saying goodbye to the world as your soul went home to rest.
A flag was carefully folded in rememberance of you,
an honorable acknowledgement of when you served the red, white and blue.
I see you in my dreams holding your flag up high,
as you sling over your shoulder your big green duffle bag as you wave goodbye.
Displaying a big grin as it dances across your face,
as you disappear into thin air stridefully full of grace.


Details | Rhyme | |

Yet Another Reflection

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust
Before my very eyes.

No answers forthcoming
To my many questions,
Most important, "Why?"

"A fool are you,"
I stand thinking.
"There is no disguise."

To worry so about
What matters not
In the by and by.

Trials have strengthened.
Sorrows kept me human.
No point to analyze.

"Life is for living,"
An ultimate truth
I finally realized.

Sooner than later
Might have been better,
Had only I been wise.

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust....
A twinkle in my eye.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Purple Rain

The purple rain sinks in the drain
There he stands, the old man in pain
Blue-eyed Death comes.

The purple rain sinks in his skin
he smiles at a picture of kin
Death sheds a tear.

.3.8.2014.


Details | Lyric | |

The Fisherman

Written January 17, 2011


Sit down in an empty room
No one makes a sound
Unless I ring the alarm and sound all the sirens
The angel of darkness swoons to reel in its catch
If he leads, then I'll follow suit
Preacher preach to me now, while I'm being lifted off of the ground

Rhetoric can't raise the dead
So pull me back before he reels me in with steady hands and fills my mind with lead
I'll leave my best regards to all of those who tried to snap his line in attempts to reel me back
But friends are only friends

You can throw me in an ambulance but as soon as you close the doors
I'll be gone into the weight of my regrets
Following the angel of death into the darkest depths
Until I see the light of all that's left

But at what point do I cross the line in the sand?
How do I know that this could just be the roll of the tide whispering in my ear?
Oh how it digs into my mind
Torn between which side of brightness I will find

Split between the bony hand of disconnect and the flabby flesh of past regret
There I remain waiting for a miracle, looking for a sign
Or am I too far for miracles, am I too blind for signs?
Oh have I let the artist down?


Details | Haiku | |

omen of ruin

cold desolate abandon uninhabited snowing
      rain slippery icicles spike frostbite 
first month of year pillars of ice blind black

      black ice bad month first of the year
january gray shade screen canopy 
      frolicking jamming January boy birthdate omen of ruin
_________________________________________________|
Penned on May 06, 2014!
For Two Haiku (Describing The Month of January) Contest!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

GONE, SO GOODBYE

                           GONE, SO GOODBYE

I miss your soft lips, gentle touch and the Brown of your eyes.
Can't seem to find myself, pretending, just keep living the lies.
It was your time, I have to let you go.
Painful to admit, the tears start to flow.
But my darling it's been a long four years.
Now I must move forward. I've overcome my fears.
As one last tear falls to the page,
I am no longer full of sadness and rage
You will be in my heart even after I die
I now accept you are
                           GONE, SO GOODBYE


Details | I do not know? | |

Deadly

My mind was filled with hope

and desire. 

While laying in a garden of 

wildfire. 

Take my skin and flesh to boil 

and burn.

I feel the end come as I turn. 

Ash and nothing more is what 

I've become. 

Are there tears in your eyes or 

are there none.

Endure and take when I am a 

ghost. 

Know that I'll haunt you 

because I loved you the most.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sky is Falling

I write an awful lot of stuff about Our Lord and Savior
Some say that's enough as with them I curry little favor
They heard it all before and it's all a bunch of nonsense
"For you know not what is in store so just get off of my fence"

Some knowing me only by name may dispense their displeasure
For it is all such a shame in the stated terms of my measure
But this is not I in which you see, no this is not me at all
By Jesus I was forever set free and I am only relaying His Call

And why all the time for where is the sense of such urgency
For in each and every rhyme there seems to be an emergency 
Acting like the sky is falling and the world is about to end
Many even find it appalling in these the messages that I send 

But I have read the Bible and am only basically writing a report
Know that you could be held liable before my opinion you abort
With so many prophecies fulfilled certainly to you this is clear
As the time that the Father has Willed is now certainly getting near

Matthew 17:17


Details | Free verse | |

Stolen Night

Rain befall and sun scourge me 
I am left without shade to protect me
Amidst thousands yet lonely
Death pierces my heart and seized my right kidney
Half death yet living 
Million tear false on graved soul
How I wish she stay in my hand
Accident took her away unaware

My soul craved for her presence
Eyes shine bright at midnight
Spontaneous flow of heartfelt expression awake memory
I am king whom am I without a queen
I am a king whom am I without a crown 
I am a king whom am I without a throne
My kingdom shall forever reign in her heart
A million kisses fall on our lips yet hunger for more
Her lips is as succulent as breast
Tastes of her lips keep me awake
Her hugs warm my heart more than black coffee
To hell with sleep
Her boo clap to the rhythms of my heart
After all was said and done bed turned rumpled
Its 8a.m
Call hopped in from boss
Gust what happen?
You’re fired
I awake unto reality
Then I realized how much I missed my girl as it was all dream


Details | Free verse | |

Disconnection

I'm…
so tired of my heart 
breaking

I'm …
so tired of my hands 
shaking

I'm so tired of my mind
racing

I'm through pacifying 
my disconnection

Do I only love you for who you used to be?
When you said you'd wait for all eternity?
Did you drink away every memory of me?
How am I not everything you’ll ever need?!

I've had to sit down and write this 
to tell you the words i can't speak
When I'm around you now i feel weak
I'm drowning in my disconnection

Where did he go??
You are not the soul I used to know
Where did your memories go?!

Why has the meaning disappeared…
So suddenly
Now I realize I should too

You act like you remember nothing 
I can tell that’s what I mean to you
After all I’ve done for you
All I want is to be emotionless too

In the end I guess it’s what I love the most about you…..
Your disconnection.

[©2012 SLS, this soon to be a new song for It Is Rife With Ambiguity]
www.sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | I do not know? | |

Goodbye Friend

I have cried and cried till I can cry no more,
My eyes tired , red and really really sore.
   The pain of the sadness I feel deep inside ,
Is what has made me do nothing but cry.
   I will miss my friend now that he is gone ,
We've known each other for so very long.
  The best of buds all through our childhood,
As close as two can get as anybody ever could.
   It will never be the same without him I'm afraid,
But I'll always have the memories of all our days.
   Like a brother there for him and he there for me,
Seems that was the way it was meant to be.
   Soon time will heal all and the pain will fade ,
A distant memory is all there will be of this day.
TAC


Details | Ballade | |

My Jeddah

My Jeddah 

I’ve had so many breeds of dog
Since the days of long ago
For as a child, I was denied
That lovely inner glow
That ‘s seen between a child and dog
That adds to his joy of life
When dog just sits there by his feet
Reducing childhood strife.

So when I grew into to a man
With dogs, I’d always live
They were part of my family
They had so much to give
They loved me unconditionally
And had such loyalty
And oh what joy these creatures gave
They always seemed to love me

But I wasn’t all that very kind
When I was a younger stud
After a tour of a war country
I’d treat my dogs like mud
But always they would love me so
No matter what I done
But If I picked a favourite dog
My Jeddah was the one

She was a cross bred German Shepherd
She lived her thirteen years
She walked with me, protected me
And it was very clear
That she would do just anything
To see I was alright
She’d follow me just everywhere
Our friendship was so tight.

Then one day Jeddah had to go
To that Doggie heaven place
The vet man gave her a small injection
As I looked into her face
She seemed to bid goodbye to me
With a look there in her eyes
Which seemed to say [I understand]
And that look seemed soo, soo wise.

That day I knew me one true thing
That dogs they have souls too
The way that old dog looked at me
I knew, I really knew
And now I treat my dogs like gold
And give them so much love
Until I say goodbye to them
When their souls return above.

7 July 2013 @ 0650hrs.











Details | Prose Poetry | |

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!


Details | Lyric | |

Our Last Respects

Our Last Respects...

One final day we pay our dues
As the ferryman comes to take us away
No more fear of what’s to come
Just a sea of tears with the rising sun

Your family and friends are with you
To see you on your way
Another part of the journey has begun
As you clear a path for all of us that will follow

One by one the words they flow
Expressions of love reliving joy through sorrow
Grief sown from disbelief at the loss of a loved one
Hope drawn from the strength of the faithful

We close our eyes in solemn prayer
Unspoken thoughts for the hearts that are broken
Emptiness that with time will slowly find closure
As one door is closed another will always be opened



Details | I do not know? | |

As She Slips Away

When you're sitting there alone,
Surrounded by your blades,
All that's going through your mind,
How many pills will it take?

Before you start to slip away,
Before your heart begins to fade,
Before it takes the pain away,
Will they find your body today?

You think that no one cares,
There's that boy whose always there,
But there's nothing he can do,
He’s scared what will happen if…

You start to slip away,
When your heart begins to fade,
When he starts to feel your pain,
Will he use those blades today?

Still tonight is your night, 
You’ll leave it all behind, 
Write them each a letter, 
Telling them all why...

You have to slip away,
Why your heart now must fade,
Why you felt all that pain,
Why was it today?

Your mother now feels the pain,
Your brother's using your blades,
Your father is not the same,
And that boy, what can I say?

He wants to slip away,
He's no heart left to fade,
He can’t take this pain,
He is joining you today....


Details | Free verse | |

Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid 
Flows downward 
As fragile carcasses decay 
Without a peep of a sound

We’re in the brink of disaster… 

Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?

We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us… 
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…

Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…

The eeriness breaks 
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly… 
Into the chambers of death 

Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops… 
Rising rapidly –  
It never stops

Dreams of misfortune still 
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness… 
Consuming the darkness…

We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…

Who will set our souls free 
From suppression?  

Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our 
Guiltless lives… 
We’re in complete agony… 
Does He consider 
Our prayers  
Of support and nourishment? 

We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…

Encourage us to keep on 
Trekking toward Your light

Where’s Your path?

You rinse off all of the sorrow 
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow 

The weeping ceases…
While the corpses 
Tear into 
Blood-spattered 
Pieces…  

The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our 
Ecstasy…   
Leading us to peace and fortune 
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from 
Calamity… 

We’re hungry… 
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly 
Like an obscure cave…

Rescue us from affliction –  
Embracing downhearted clouds…

Those wretched clouds…

Brought us rain when we asked for bread…

Those merciless clouds…

Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…

Remember our supplications… 
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us  
Out of cruel vengeance 
Out of sheer amusement 

Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover… 
You can’t manipulate us 
Like a subtle toy 

We’re praying for
Quiet waters

Offer the deceased 
A second chance

Don’t disown 
Our broken lives

We’re not alone…

We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…


Details | Rhyme | |

bloody red roses part 1

        A shot rang out,

it became quiet,

         she tried to scream 

but out came nothing

         she tried to move

But she soon realized she was paralyzed with fear

         All of a sudden 

she saw herself 

        Looking down upon herself

She tried yelling for help

       But then she saw it

It was in her hand

       Then she realized she did something

something she promised herself she would never do

       Noone knows why she's gone 

Nor what happened

       All they know is that she pulled the trigger

on herself while layin in a bed of

Bloody Red Roses


Details | Rhyme | |

never said goodbye

never said goodbye

It’s been seventeen years since you went away
And I didn’t have the chance for goodbyes or to say
That even though we’ll be so far apart
I always have and always will love you with all my heart.

There will never be a mom like you
Who had all the answers and knew what to do
Every time I was sad or blue
I knew I could count on you.

There were times that you made me sad
And times that you made me mad.
But no matter what I would do or say
You would always make sure I was okay.

Now when I think of you sometimes I am happy and sad
And other times I get really mad.
Because of my stubbornness and stupid pride
I was not there before you died.

I live with this day after day
and I wish I could have had the chance to say.
That even though we are so far apart
I have and always will love you with all my heart
I LOVE YOU MOM…

Written by
Nancy stoy


Details | Free verse | |

How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


Details | Rhyme | |

Mom's Reward

A year and a half ago, Mom went to be with the Lord.
She entered the Pearly Gates. Heaven is her reward.
She was born in 1948 and died sixty-four and a half years later.
She went to the Great Beyond and she's experiencing a life that's far greater.
In my case, it's not true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Mom suffered tremendously before she died but she's suffering no longer.
It hurt me deeply when she died and was laid to rest.
Now she has a life of eternal peace and happiness.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Free verse | |

adios

ADIOS
Only footsteps I see into the distance
You have gone ahead of your brothers and sisters
Your friends and loved ones
You may not have favoured it early
And I needed an ally
But I trust his wisdom
Him who has welcomed you home
For all is a journey to greener fields
Not one will stay because he builds
Indeed I see it an honour
That he chose you not to ponder
The strife of this life’s time
So you see first peace and calm.
I’m on savages’ palms
But who knows when the saviour comes?
I know you’ll be by the gates golden
To receive me into the beautiful gardens
Where else can I call home,
But where good people like you come,
Come to for all eternity?
Oh, How I cherish the time
It was for me that prime
When you graced our lives
With your charming laughter
That, we’ll always remember
Your true friendship forever
For now farewell my friend
Till we meet at the road’s end

                                       Bright Githui


Details | Light Poetry | |

Lost love

  

              Once was a love so real an true never willing to die
               She was so real caring looking back it all flew by.
               Seems like a dream urging so real oh what I'd do 
                To feel that love agin oh what I'd do.


               She left to soon life cut to short oh lord how I feel ripped
               Apart  her love is never ending she lives in the pictures of my mind
               An in my hart how I'd love to hold her an talk to her one day
               When it's my time to leave this place. before you left you were an
                Angel always flowing with laughter an grace  it warms my hart thinking 
                Of that Tim an place.


                 You were a gift from god he sent from above you were an angel 
                  In our presents it was your time you showed me so much happiness
                   You turned my life around I have to look at the bright side one 
                   Day I will see my angel I love you and think of you always till we meet agin
                  My lover an best friend.


Details | Lyric | |

The Angel of Death and the Joshua Tree

Written January 1, 2014


I'm just passing through 
This tumbleweed town
Wondering why anyone would
Bother to stay around
When the truths that are spoken
By our mothers and fathers
Are lies told to quiet our fears
To quench the thirst
Of a man counting his years

So today is the day
When I'll be laid to waste
Buried beneath this cold dry sand
Where my father once made me the man that I am
So go tell the angel of death
He can have all that's left
I've nothing to fear in this world
Tell my wife and my child
Not to go and get riled
Up over an old useless man
With a feather in my cap and a gun in my hand
Whistling tunes of my favorite band

Now it's just me and Death
Whispering under our breaths
Shouting high to the mountains
And cursing regrets
Who will be the first
One to draw out his gun
But no matter the end that we meet
One's labeled a coward
And the other is knocked off his feet

It looks as if death has triumphed in jest
Believers and sinners have come to pay their respects
So Death please just leave them be
Crying beneath this Joshua tree


Details | Free verse | |

I Still Love You

I still love you
Buried six foot under
Life no more
Risking my heart
Everything, I have ever known!
Letting you go
Eighteen years of panache and tears
‘Loyalty’ because 

‘I Still Love You’

At a cross roads
Changes of initiation
Giving in, risking all
Trading this pain in
Making my heart whole
Know by saying goodbye
And, letting you go
Know, for an eternity

‘I Still Love You’


Details | Quatrain | |

A Lonely Path

A lonely path, in the dark it moves on It meanders within the deep, dense fog Along the way there are many roses Some of which lay on an old decayed log Twenty-seven in all, each an angel All of which had their life cut way too short An ending that was abrupt and so quick Tears run down my face I sadly report No more is there any children’s laughter The families weep while in such great pain It seems that when things like this do happen The days are always darkest in the rain May we can console them as best we can Light a candle in honor of these few If we could all band together as one And show our love, this is all we can do
Russell Sivey Dedicated to all the victims of the Newtown tragedy! Entrant into SKAT- AB SIN THE-'s "In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"" contest 12/19/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Verse | |

Is This Real Life

I try to work the pain away
I go to the gym everyday
Maybe I’ll sweat you out
Find out what true love is really all about
And then I’ll go away
I pray to the gods I don’t believe in to make it stop
Tell the voices to give it a rest,
My time is ticking on the clock
Can’t stop thinking about the ticking from my watch
Is this what life is like?
If it is than I will fight 
With all of my might 
For something more of a delight


Details | Rhyme | |

There lives a man

Thoughts echo, mental void,
Deep, dark, empty void,
****ed it here, ****ed it there,
****ed it up, ****ed it up.
Demons come and demons go, 
Demons live and demons sow,
Demons die , demons lie, 
Demons cloud demons pry.
Sober thoughts, drunken words, 
Red skys , infernal birds.
In the dark , there lives a man,
Alone and cold, there lives a man, 
There he sits a simple man, 
Soul abandoned , a lonesome man,
He wants to die, deaths a thought, 
Whats the point , just a thought,
Angels cry, and demons hiss,
Living life, voided bliss,
Life will come and life will go, 
A dark man comes here, to and fro, 
Prys his eyes and pricks his brain, 
Slowly still he goes insane, 
In the dark there lives a man,
Trying to do the best he can, 
Dieing is just a simple plan, 
Will he try? he can he can, 
At what cost, does life come too, 
Red white black and blue, 
No one but himself to blame, 
No one but himself to shame.
There a man, still a boy, 
Yearning for his ode to joy.


Details | Rhyme | |

Waiting In Heaven To Hold You Again

Keep me in your memory
When I leave eternally
As my days are growing short
With this battle being fought
A war coming from inside
That I can no longer hide
From loved ones and my dear friends
That will take me in the end
A disease with no known cure
I want to be really sure
My last wish will be fulfilled
As I start to get a chill
And see the biggest bright light
That will take me in the night
To a place with no more pain
So I'm asking once again
Never forget the good times
We would always seem to find
From the second we became
Friends that bonded with the same
Stories full of pain and sorrow
We lit each others tomorrow
With a light of joy and caring 
The more we were glued by sharing
So don't cry tears when I pass
Please be strong and raise a glass
To the good times that will be
In your heart and memory
As I'm way up in the sky
Watching with a careful eye
Sending my love in the night
That sparkles in stars so bright
And waiting so patiently
Till I can again be
Holding all my loved ones missed
So tightly with a soft kiss
Until then I will just be
Sending love so heavenly


Details | Free verse | |

Manic

Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat
Of combustive, collapsive
Crossfire from echoing throat
Or burnt-bridge lungs
A visceral nymph thoughtlessly thieves
On Benedict tongue
Thrashing in maddened pace
Too shrill a manifesto
Skeletal soldiers charge
A red hill
Unsteady, uneven, not ready
Frenzy, not frolic
I am not a goddess
There is something to fear
I am something, I fear


Details | Free verse | |

Dedication

Life. 
It comes and goes.
Some leave early, some leave till they decompose.


Alone.
I can't believe that you're gone. 
You left me with your scent,
You left me discontent,
You left me with my heart bent,
With no consent, I didn't know what it meant.


Mourn.
Tears fall endlessly when I think of you in my memory.
Some sad, some happy.
You pick me up when I'm down,
You entertain me like a clown,
You make my world go round.


Stronger.
With every inch of me, I know that this will soon pass. 
There's always sunshine after the rain,
The values you've taught me remain.
Attain. Contain. Sustain. 
Those words you used to say, help ease the pain. 


Celebration.
I know you're in a better place,
With the late others, you meet them, embrace. 
As you look down upon me,
I know that you're always here with me. 
When that day comes, my last breath I yawn,
I will see you again, life goes on.


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gallows tune

twisted branches cast their shadows
upon dusk infested gallows
slowly bringing up some shallow
hollow eyes, so full of fear

waiting out the fall and winter
with tighter ropes in wooden splinter
slipping into nooses center
taking lives away from here

captivated by death standing 
a chilly hand all demanding
crowds have gathered, screaming, chanting
chants that rise into the air

guilty lined up, all are pleading
families gathered, crying, weeping
weeping for their loved receding
into reapers silent care

* still working *


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To Die

Don't cry for me, I've only just died. And yes, I know you tried and tried
But the life ends and hearts do mend. Now I'm the atoms that war and love can never defend.
A universe spinning all around and now I'm home, I'm found.
Its the pain that goes away for me but I'm not a forgotten memory, don't you see?
It's all around us that life is a gift but the death is the return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.
So reject the pain and celebrate with me for my death, like yours will be, was a certainty.
But not of lost life but of the chance to be free. Not now but you'll one day agree.  So lay aside the regret don't fret the time is now for livin' and later comes the dyin' but please no cryin' Let the tears be for you not for me that one day you too can become free in the dust, in the air and travel everywhere without a care while mourners stare and enemies glare.
To Die is no dream it's a return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.


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Born Terminal

Born Terminal


Ashes to ashes..dust to dust
Death will ultimately come to us

Here today..gone tomorrow
Too quick to come.. overcome by sorrow

One day it will arrive to each one of us
Death you see is a terminal must

When we're born we begin to die
We can't avoid death regardless of what's tried

Do you ever think of death in a serious way
Regardless of how hard you wish to stay

Ever imagine what life would be without you
The Reaper will come regardless of who

Death is a discarded thought in time
Buried thoughts so deep in your mind

Some go early... some go late
Most of us wish we could pick the date

It saddens me that life is so short and so quick to pass
But regardless my thoughts..life's time is fast

So enjoy your short time we have here on earth
Try to enjoy your life for what it's worth

Smile and sing and enjoy each day
Forgive and forget hold anger at bay

Hug your love ones and treat them with kindness
Your time on earth is far from timeless

Always keep this thought in mind
You'll never outlast the word called TIME.


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Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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imbedded in memory

imbedded in memory  
unknown

 
Suns crossing sky   
just before silken slide   
of evening's light into dusk  
are like a string of moons  
skimming an Alaskan winter-  
    
during the year after her passing.   
    
As the great glaring orbs  
pull the tides far away   
her spirit sings above  
the green black waters  
as the wind:   
    
caressing, stroking, sometimes 
knifing the ocean's surface.  
    
The final day of grief,   
gulls' cries echo into   
sky, as the sun sinks-   
    
giving birth to a violet   
tinged, pinpricked sky,  
cracked in the corner with   
a sliver of moon- a sky that drapes   
over a fluttering heart,   
his courage flickering like a candle flame:   
    
the color of dark embraces and the wind   
stirs the long grasses touching his bare   
black legs as he runs from the dunes  
to the sea, a mirror reflecting the white sliver   
of moonshine,   
shattering with shards leaping to the shore   
as he dives in for a night swim-      

His is the only flesh   
not imbedded in memory 
 


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Goodbye to an Austin Angel

She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang, 
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind. 
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while. 


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Departure from home - The musings of a Moron FINAL

Allow me to ask you this:
What is the point in striving?
For what purpose should one seek the bliss?
Whilst relentless is the sorrow, all else is fleeting

Thus, fabricating the weak line,
which separates living from surviving
Making one wonder,
why bother when all is already lost?

One may choose not to see,
but if one can fathom that one and all are born from the filth,
to the filth they all shall go be

Denying the urge to spree,
only more misery it shall bring.


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Narcissus

A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. The words that you speak I shall forever echo. A lost love in the dark of the night. They all look your way, but are you blind? Can you not see the beauty of me? I echo your words, I echo your call; can you not hear the silent voice of me at all? I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone. Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again. My laughter shall sneak from my lips, until the last word has been spoken, Silent shall I stay again. Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you. The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak. Can I echo your name? Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight? I'll always recall your words. With you, I shall never be alone. I won't let you go, though your desire is to be gone. In my heart you will forever live on. Farewell you bid unto the world. Farewell I echo to you. I choke in the invisible tears. The reality kills me as I drink in the truth of my deepest fears. Why Narcissus? Why my true love? Why you? Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you . The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. I found a flower near the enchanted pool. You placed it there for me, didn't you? Forever the echoes cry out in my mind. Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again. Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end. Farewell, we shall be together again.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Sea Took You Away From Me

Whenever I see a boat
My heart sinks and doesn't float
From heavy pain being caused
The day a huge wave has tossed
Your love from my life forever
Now I feel I can never
Step onto a dock again
Or new heartaches will begin
Thinking back when we could sail
Through any storm we'd prevail
But now the port into my soul
Has been crushed as you control
The memories in the back
Of my mind that you attack
With the breezes that blow through
Chilling me with ghosts of you
It was supposed to be so great
As we tried to set a date
For the perfect wedding plans
Engagement ring upon my hand
Sparkling with the light of sun
There was just one place to run
Right into a brand new day
Our love would have led the way
'To a future filled with light
Two hearts burning really bright
Until they were killed by the
Power of an angry sea
Flipping our love boat violently
As you tried to rescue me
Pushing me up from the wave
Thinking that we both were saved
Until your grip on me would waiver
No feeling was ever graver
As I saw you drown below
Into a grave so dark and shallow
Leaving me alone to wonder
If this heavy guilty anchor
Will ever become untied
But every time that I've tried
My heart feels it has sank
And my love life walked the plank
Jumping overboard to leave
Me alone in life to grieve



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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Half Gates

Drowning in dismay,
the Will is fading away.

A familiar touch,
nothing changes so much.

As Life creeps out,
behold the crimson carpet unfold.

At ajar doors,
what is left to adore?

From afar they revel,
delighted by how you fell.

Shutting gates,twisting keys,
burning bridges now leave...

Traveling to beyond the bounds,
leaving behind what is not fond.

The journey to find a pinch of joy,
doesn't often destroy?


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Bonne By The Sea

Oh marry me,
My Bonne by the sea
Where salty laughter laps ashore.

Barefoot in Selene-kissed sand,
I'll hold your warm hand
While eternity binds us evermore

Promise you will,
Along Emerald Runes Hill.
While vast heavens witnessing.

My Bonne, beloved true,
Instead I bury you
While the vicar gave his blessing.

Entombed on Emerald Runes Hill,
Slumbering ever still.
You linger my love, awaiting me.

Someday soon,
My essence in ruin.
Bury me, beside Bonne by the sea.

My heart shattered,
To the remote winds scattered
We shall again stroll hand in hand.

Harvest moon and stars,
Will soon be ours.
In the wake, prints in celestial sand.


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Retired

Head bent face down
In dressing gown
He left his house,
A little mouse.
Tuesday was the garbage day,
At home he'd wander
At home he'd stay.
His aging wife chose different ends
Why stay at home,
Go out with friends                                                                                                            The man recalled his days of fame,
Now nothing more than days of shame.
He watched the cothers count the hours,
They talked the past of long lost powers.
Once he dealt with stocks and cash,
Now he dumped the household trash.
She'd be home by eight tonight,
As dusk would fall they'd always fight.
Yet soon for both the pain would end,
His old war gun his greatest friend.


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She

honey brown skin
warm, soft
black angel hair
long, lovely

now lusterless 
with dead doll eyes 
and skin like parchment 
cold, colorless
her deep red lips
now unable to utter
a single beautiful noise

a perfect, silent
motionless sculpture
until time
turns to dust
her pretty 
little eyes


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I saw my Mother Smile

My father died
She was angry
She died inside
Hard to make her laugh
Impossible to see her enjoy life from that point on
She just existed
Last few days she wouldn't eat
She wouldn't take liquid
Last day on this earth  JOY
She smiled
She talked to my Dad
She argued with him
Laughed with him and everyone  that had passed before her
I watched a miracle
I believe


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nanny

you may be gone.
but not for long.
we will join you soon.
you are just over the dunes
I have something to say.
last time we came to see you during the day.
the reason we left so fast.
just in case you asked.
was because he was there.
we left so fast we disappeared into thin air.
we didn't get to talk.
your white hair was like chalk.
we thought we had more time.
I did mime. sorry
and that was it.
the last time we saw you.
I wish I could talk to you once more.
and now your gone.
a year ago.
your funeral on my sisters birthday.
im sorry we didn't come to the funeral.
you know why and I know that you understand.
that is what makes you so grand.
in your final stand.
now I can say.
I love you and I am sorry you are gone.
 in memory of Jean Jones who passed away 1st September 2012. 
  who will be sorely missed.  


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A Babel of Benighted Psalms

Death orifice my Libidinous command,
I contras life's ecumenical demand!
Now reach down in this thistle grim,
Desolate me with the edged limb.
Grant this voyeur that glimpse of dead,
A comatose where life and I unwed...
As minutes kiss my infidel fawn;
The church's bell will screech at dawn.
-Enthral me now!

Tell me Neith, was all my love in vain?
While blood is surfing in silhouette pain.
Succumb; I've punctured my unfruitful coat,
Birthing wonder if Love she'll emote?
Sable wings retracted like livery spades,
My celestial dream as life slowly fades...
This Dementia spoke to me in a tongue,
But before my babel, my barbed winds gone...

Finally taken from Life's 'Woetopia'
I journey now to Death's utopia!

While my heart still beats through thorn,
Only a few minutes till it's outworn,
Due to Hel I'll never be forlorn,
Alas! as Death I'll be reborn!

When Neith failed this loom of tapestry;
I flee through thick celestial forest atrophy.
The livid scar that put me to rest;
A tourniquet to the sepulcher orb in my chest!

"Due to Life's Ouroboros Limbo Inn,
I couldn't gift a priapic cusp within,
I couldn't caress your silhouette skin,
I couldn't love your sinister kin!"

The revel Dead speak of Summerland,
A masturbation by Death's own hand.
I'll gladly sparkle your path with pearls,
Take you away where meadow depression curls!

For you see- Death is the womb
of our throe forboden, aroused Moon.

On this night tears open the ebon vaults,
A corpse left to indulge all your faults.
The pal laid to my awe desires,
This catafalque God endures weeping choirs.
Psalms sung by Life's clique,
-Part of me might cry and shriek...

-In this storm; An erubescent shower,
released me from my beloved voodoo flower.
There my heart and knife wedded!
Benighted the ground splay blood dreaded.

Through astral Magicks, I decay my flesh,
Too the entangled Moon, that trees enmesh!

... The Summerland

Now I rule as master in this domain,
Finally my swathe depression deplane.
So it can no longer grief and betray,
But I face surplus love sway!


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Watch me Flee

Fires burning bright
Screams shatter the night
Could not put up enough fight
So your loved ones died
Hidden from your sight
Flames flicker
With memories oh so bitter
I see your eyes
Looking so sweet
At that my heart skips a beat
Stopping softly I gives up
Wish I had your hand in mine
Give me strength to fight
Maybe then I would not have died 
On that dark, quiet night
Shatter my soul
Watch me flee
Cannot take another breath
Before a scream escapes my lips
Chocking desperately
On this life
Your smile is why I even fight
So much control
You have over me
On my fears
You seem to feed
See my tears
Hear me whisper
I will wait
For you forever
Dying words
On my lips
‘I loved you from that very first kiss’



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Where was his helmet

Into the midnight cold he rides; 
a chance travel, on the wild side; 
this is the vision, that always repeats, 
whenever I think about that curvy Rockford Street. 
Alone he travels on his way home, 
until a mystery sends him flying into the air, 
and has him crashing into the ground far from the road. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
In pain he lays all alone, 
until two-friends rush to his aid, 
and frantically made emergency calls from his phone; 
paramedics arrive and relieve his friends, 
as his journey into the unknown slowly begins. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
Now in a hospital lying on a bed, 
with nothing but sheer pain streaking through his head, 
mom rushes into the hospital with one of her sons by her side, 
the other son was in Iraq unaware awaiting R&R and waiting on his airplane ride; 
a devastated mother and a saddened brother both watched as the youngest sighed, 
eyes watery with tears as they watched him slip into the cold night. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
I received the terrible news while I was in Ballad waiting for a good plane, 
instead I was rushed to an awful flight and my heart felt immense pain; 
I begged and I pleaded with God, 
Please O’ please let this plane crash and let everyone but me live, 
I love my youngest brother take me O’ Lord, take me instead; 
he is too young God; he hasn't truly experienced life, 
my goodness he was only twenty-eight and never had his own family, nope not even a wife; 
by the time I made it to Rockford it was too late, 
my youngest brother was forever gone as a chance travel sealed his fate; 
tears in my eyes the pain still burns deep I must admit, 
with only one question in my mind; 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet?


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Everyday

The strings have rung, a final time, 
And the clock has stopped ticking -- 
The chapters ended - all for now, 
It's you who I'm missing. 

Everyday, and everything, 
Reminds me of you --
Your beautiful face, your beautiful soul, 
The reality is truer than true. 

Though my words and thoughts, Are just a reflection, 
Of the person that I knew.
Nothing I say, or nothing I do,
Can replicate, a thought of you. 

And I know this happens, this is life, 
Events of joy and pain, 
But beloved dearest, it's hurts to say, 
I'll never see you again. 


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Caged Agony

She was caged in his mystery.
Just a glimpse into his soul;
And she saw the anger flow freely.

A father’s blood tainted
And with it came sorrow;
And with it came unspeakable torment.

There was not a person,
That felt the pain,
Its symptoms were distinctively his. 

Whispers like the wind urged him to be happy;
As though condolences could take away the grief;
Each face was featureless, each apology was a fake.

She found him alone and broken.
Within him she saw helplessness;
It was masqueraded by a need to remain strong.

On his shoulders was the World,
The weight of which was becoming too much,
Knees bent from the pressure.

He looked at her and their bereavement was matched;
Both cold from the tears,
Both were searching for their escaped faith.

A child was taken at her word,
Lost amongst the other realms;
She had felt empty.
 
Her sobs at night were heard by none,
Ridiculed by her traumatizing decision-
He saw her standing outcast.  

Their inward screams had echoed outward;
Only they could hear each other’s cries.
Drawn together in unity, a relationship formed. 

They were never perfect for each other,
But their voids were filled. 
They were very much alike, and yet so different.

They treated one another with disrespect.
It turned their love into rage;
This was followed by resentment.

Hands unclasped as their families pulled them apart,
Tears rolled from her eyes and his desperate struggle ensued;
He vowed to someday get her back.

He found himself anguished once more, as did she. 
For who would hold her now?
How would he fall asleep?

They would move on as all lost lovers do,
But no other love could be the same.
No lesson as great as the one that they had experienced; together. 



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eternal breath

the body deteriorates
every muscle and organ failing
a catastrophic climb
to maintain the bodies' duties
but it slips,
takes a plunge
and now your heart flutters
the beats
become your final bass notes
as the head adapts to the helplessness
it's a pain like no other
a terror of the unknown-
then gone.
As if a gust of wind swooped in to grab the soul
all light
lost
The corpse lay in a captured moment
listening and hearing the final words
It lay there listening 
to your 
eternally warming breath

Sarah Casey


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Red Spring Cherry Blossoms

Finally came upon such beautiful scene where the eyes cannot resist.
With such pure fragrances taking away the sadness and the purpose of life,
Lies under these red cherry blooming trees, the sadness and painful endurance of each falling blossoms.
Each leaves and flowers reminisced of my past.
As the spring passes by, nothing is left behind. 
I pick up the red blossom flower and smile, as the spring vanished,
I faded with the season, shedding the last drop of tear surrounding by red blossoms. 


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Outside the Crematorium

The car that brings that box
with requisite solemnity
purrs reverently to its gentle halt.

The engine is well mannered,
so quiet I hardly know it’s died,
yet the silence now is solid,

till men in black, with practised gravity,
pass to the rear to slide out that box
from its car-borne bier,

where it sat like a slab during transit.
Now it commands my eyes;
it shares my air.

That box! It cannot be ignored,
not now it is here and I so close
and knowing what is in it.

Only when it is carried inside
and placed on the catafalque –
restoring distance between it and me –

do I allow a resumption of my breath
as I move into the chapel
to take my place and make my farewell.


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sad slosh slides

one
too many
for the road
as the driver stumbled
to the coffin-black car
the sky's stomach rumbled
wet black tar
to fast
end


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Goodbye Garner

He starred in 'Move Over Darling', 'Grand Prix' and other flicks.
He was James Garner and sadly, he died at the age of eighty-six.
He starred as Wyatt Earp in 'Hour Of The Gun'.
Six years later he starred in 'One Little Indian'.
He starred in a cameo in 'Alias Jesse James'.
Many years later he starred in 'Skin Game'.
In 1960, he starred with Natalie Wood in 'Cash McCall'.
Three years later he starred as Doctor Boyer in 'The Thrill Of It All'.
He worked with Clint Eastwood, Paul Newman and Dennis Weaver and that was 
cool.
This talented man also starred in television shows, one of which was '8 Simple 
Rules'.
He had charm that his fans couldn't resist.
Now Garner is dead and he will be missed.

[Dedicated to James Garner (1928-2014) ho died on July 19, 2014.]


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PETALS FROM ABOVE

A precious mother’s journey was almost at end
And she began to hear the angels sing
As a mother you have earned your purple heart
And soon you’ll be receiving your wings...
Yet, she knew there was a message that she must send. 
Her words took form as precious 
Petals of joy flowing from above
To touch the hearts of those she loved
She said the LORD is my Shepard, I shall not want, 
In his word I stand and do believe
That he has supplied all of my needs
To the heavens I must now ascend,
Departing, my dear family and friends
In remembrance of me I hope you’ll smile,
For I have traveled my last earthly mile.
Embrace one another affectionately; 
Following loves pure light as it is meant to be
As He allows me to send these precious
Petals of joy flowing from above
May, they comfort the hearts of those I love.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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A Moment

Morning comes over the roof.
Beams of energy traveling the annals of time
A relentless journey to rest upon my face.
Subtle at first, like the sly fox in pursuit of the hen
Heat builds that burns the dew of a new day
Flowers stretch out their pastel arms
Picking atoms like pollen that stimulates the pistil
Refreshed, shaking off nights cool grasp
I am new, reborn, never to be heard or seen again
Like a child gleefully sliding down the snowy mountain
A grain has slipped thru its lustful form
Looking up, showered in kin
Reunited with deceased ancestors, death is accepted
Hark, in the distance where the sky meets earth
The soft glow of love breaks!


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Quietus

Mourn the light of a misty morn
As the shadows fled and the dark was torn
And twixt this world and the seat of dreams
I gently rent the reverie
And stirred to an empty hearth.

As bounteous dew pattered the panes
I measured my course by loss and gains
And the former now I must endure
For the grace I've lost, a lady pure
And I rue this pain of the heart.

She sings now arias meant to Illume
Yet naught may pierce this darkened room
With indolence now I break each morrow
And petulance serves to feed my sorrow
And I yearn for my refrain.

Though this countenance may even now be dead
For nary have I relinquished my bed
Whilst the clock is kept by angels unseen
And demons mock me with things unclean
And lost is my will to contest
And gone are those things that were best
And now is my chance to rest.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Winter Love

Another flake that fades away,
Another love that cannot stay,
An empty body a broken heart,
Another nightmare waits to start.

Another leaf falls off a tree,
Another family left to flee,
The battered babe and torn up mum,
Another dream has come undone.

Another circle of endless hate,
Another innocent at the gate,
I know it hurts and I will weep,
To let my little angles sleep.

And so another confession ends,
Another day to comprehend,
I know that we are split apart,
Just know you are always in my heart. 


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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MOTHER

In Memory Of Mother
Was the trembling of your lips —so slight
A manifest of earthly, cowered might

When death announced itself that day
With wind and rain and banished ray?

And when you rose unto the gates
Assisted by the wings of faith
Did you fear the golden light
In all its glory… So searing and bright?

Did you worry… For within the book
Your name was absent –or mistook
For someone else who never cared
A life thus ended, so unfair?

Were you astonished when trumpets blared
And joyous voices joined in prayer
Welcoming your yearning, tired soul
…From a life —so often cold

For GOD knew your heart: like a soft, summers, sun–
Showering all with it’s radiance; it’s warmth;
it’s glowering remembrance
…invigorating.

For GOD knew your touch:
like a cool, gentle, mountain stream-
Clean; Clear; Providing—
Coursing through the lives of all whom passed…
…Sweeping; …Altering; …Purifying.

For GOD knew you:

As essential as a new-born’s first breath of air;

As beneficial as spring times first drop of rain;

As lasting as time itself!

To all whom wandered by–
Needing, Feeling, Hurting-
You were a well of life.

Your motto:
“If you are thirsty… Drink…”

…Touching them with your compassion
…Understanding
…And truth

So put aside your haunting fears…

…For even GOD and HIS ANGELS have shed a tear…


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Will You Still Love Me

Afternoon's gentle wind caresses the changing leaves
As summer fades into memory's abyss.
Sunset bids farewell to summer's warm touch,
And welcomes winter's kingdom
Descending from the frosty heavens.

Seasons never change pattern,
But will your heart? I pray not.
Night falls like a black curtain and clouds surround the sky,
The cold air carries a nostalgic feeling.
How will this chapter end?

In the midst of this cold night,
I feel the warmth of my heart on my chest,
But how long will its beat last? 
Even after I'm gone, will the echo
Of its melody still soothe your heart?

When we reunite one day,
Will you still be able to look into my eyes
And with the same voice of your heart
say you love me?


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The Visit

11:21 PM 9/27/01                         The Visit

I sit in splendor amongst the sun
Of an afternoon sky

Surrounded
I look below to see the stones
Skyward proud they stand

Some I know, most imagined
All the quieter now

Deer travel the fringes here
Off to the East a bit
Never to offend these resting souls
Passersby in life

In a moment of silence I sit......
Remembering 
How precious life can be

How voices no longer heard
Can resound within the soul
Lighten the sky in brilliance
Form clouds in shapes of love

Me in the afternoon sun
And you in my beating heart

A reflection of the day










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It is Finished

It was the last words of our Lord Jesus Christ
The last we ever heard from you.
Words of courage, faith and strength
The courage we’re yet to find.
It was indeed a walk to remember
Though we never saw it coming
Now we’re faced with doing it on our own
A task we must accomplish.
“Our year of Better things”
The year that took one from us.
But your work here is indeed done.
Your work on earth is finished.


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Ghost of Christmas Past


First ghost was his wife,
to whom he was sworn,
fading, thin, bandaged,  
in the far northern city.

tubed in another world or no world.
Nurses and social worker 
urged him to chose life.  
But the deep promises linger,
 
in pictures with cheery captions 
from his children.
He tosses in bed 
and lets the quilt 
slide off his legs.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Deadly cries

Upon the beauty of the moon, and the brightest star
Today just might be the last,day, I could have by far.
The gazing sapphire region, of my deadly blue eyes
Turning cold as stone, forgetting to say my goodbyes.

Must oneself pass and see, the eternal shinning white light 
Passing was meant to be, peaceful not scarce with height.
The road of heaven paved, with diamonds silver and gold
I'd be wishing you there for me, for which you tightly hold.

The thought of leaving my love, scares me by a lot
I can't bear to bring about, the mystery of us that fought.
You are my angel that must hear, my ultimate deadly cry
To you that I hold so dear, I shan't be without my goodbye.

Your tear of sadness revived, the beatless heart of mine
I could have stayed eternally sleeping, with me it is fine.
You have no need to worry yourself, I have no regret
Not to worry over the forever slumber, you needn't fret.

Pale as the finest milk, my body moving like jello
Do not drink my blood, for I am a very odd fellow.
I cant bear to listen to, these deadly cries I hear
These cries of death, are like screams in my ear.

The only thing that saves me, from this udder fate
Is that you are my angel, for I call you my forever mate.
Although I can not live to bear, you shedding tears
This I tell you is true, I hope we are together for years.


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TIRED

  Lord I'm so tired of being so damn tired. Sure wish I knew how not to get wired.  The sun goes up,the sun goes down,this old world keeps spinning round.One of these days I'm gonna hit the ground and just lay there with this big frown.I'm thinking I need to step off this ride and just lay my troubles all to the side.But it's ok this won't last long,Because I'm gonna get my ass up and just go home,And when noone ever get's to see me again,they can all just say that they knew me when.So you take care and don't you cry,because you will get to see me again on the other side.............     "GOODBYE".    2013


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Heather II

It was a fact that you were sweet and that you were very cute.
You were adorable, that's something that people won't dispute.
While you were eating lunch in the MGM Commissary, you were discovered.
You were hired to star in Poltergeist when Spielberg saw you with your mother.

Drew Barrymore was up for the role of Carol Anne but you were chosen 
instead.
The entire world was shocked and horrified when we learned that you were 
dead.
When you became sick, that was bad enough but your death was far worse.
Some people blame the Poltergeist films because they believe they were 
cursed.

Your success allowed your family to buy a house in California in Big Bear Lake.
It was tragic that the doctors didn't determine that your life was at stake.
You went to Big Bear Elementary School and was President of your class.
Sadly, it's been over two and a half decades since the day that you passed.

When you died, many of your fans wanted to scream at the top of their lungs.
You were only twelve years old when you were taken, that was far too young.
You starred in other movies, one of which was 'Massarati And The Brain'.
Your demise devastated everybody and brought about unbearable pain.

[Dedicated to Heather O'Rourke (1975-1988) who died on February 1, 1988.]


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COGNITIVE DISSONANCE

Lost in amorous creations 
Disposal                               as                               dalliance 
A catalyst for infatuation 

Clandestine Plans 
Blood                               Soaked                               Hands 
Hiding faith behind abject Science 

She                               is                     my                     Heartsore                     Happiness 

Dreams of   Blithesome hopes           
reality corrupts                               breeds animus 
Treacherous                               Teachers                     of                               Falsities,                                
our minds.           They molest 

Walk these long roads                    Carrying short ropes 
down this crooked path 
sharpened steel           digesting bone                    gnawed  flesh, 
we die alone 

Our hearts explode.                   Chewing destruction          we are slowly spoon fed 

adrift with no direction 
Forgot how to walk,                                         I can't learn how to feel 
Become the Living dead


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Where are you little sister

Where are you little sister?
Where is your smile, 
Where is your exuberant laugh, 
Why do you not send me those cards of love anymore?

Where are you little sister?
Is that you I hear in the warm breezes,
Is that you I feel when a kind word warms my heart,
Are you here when my feet feel the beat and dance?

Where are you little sister?
I see you in my dreams,
I hear your voice in a strangers throat, singing,
Do you know how beautiful you sounded?

Dear sister,
I know that you are here,
your energy pervades my life like a fiber of silk, 
pulling in and growing.

Thank you for the signs,
they are what keeps me going on the tough days,
and the people you have brought to my path,
so dear, so precious and so full of love.

Be well, dear sister.
You had a tough go, 
your mind left you no choice.
In the empty spot there are flowers now...dear one lets see them grow!


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RIP OG

Your heart was pure 
your love was huge
your kindness could heal any bruise 
you helped us all when we were down
and now your gone and not around 
Our tears are flowing out of control
ravaging all i use to know 
you helped me find the true me 
taught me that being different is a good thing 
that within the darkness there is always a light 
that nothings all bad 
that there’s always hope 
and always time to laugh 
that when life knocks us down
were strong enough to fight
to not fear change because it’s a good thing
that sometimes good can come from bad 
as long as you look on the bright side
that we all have a purpose
and when we fulfill that purpose our time is done.


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I Refuse To Be Comforted

I hear voices now and again
Of losses of a beloved dear wife
So false and true to believe in vain
I remember her scent and our life
O how this sorrowful news sharpens
I refuse to be comforted
Because she's no more
I want no condolence
Do not even come this near to share my grief
She will never come again
I am afraid to know what happened to her
I do not want to see what caused her departure
I am bitten and those snakes have run away
leaving with me only an angry wound
I have a reason to cry
I refuse to be comforted
I am worthy to follow
I do not belong here anymore
there is where everyone belongs
this heart is scratched and smashed with thorns
and electrified and thrilled with nails
I feel tightened to the ground where I belong
Until the soil swallows this being
This is easy and hard to live by
To enter and to leave my life
I refuse to be comforted
I hope no more
I will not believe if not for death alone


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Journey's end

Oh, keep the window open wide
and let me see the world outside
my body's caught now, in this room
my mind still yearns despite the gloom
to see, to learn, to watch, explore
what this old world may have in store
for this old man, there's much to know
while legs may fail, the heart still grows

Oh, let my ears hear all the news
the good, the bad, the lies, the truths
the tragedies, the joyous times
when friends pass on and bells do chime
don't hide from me, please let me see
all that there is; all that there'll be

And let me feel, all that remains
the simple pleasures and the pain
don't take from me what I must face
while I still lie here in this place

For this is life; our memories
they're all we take from this journey
the days, the weeks, the months, the years
the smiles, the laughs, the hurts, the tears
 
I'll hold each one with tender care
as I wait for what comes next, out there
a journey to a place that's new
where I'll go first and wait for you

And all these things that I have seen
the sounds I've heard, where I have been
I'll leave them out where you can see,
the place beyond, where I will be


Details | Free verse | |

Because of You

Because of You

Because you are sitting on an empty bench
in the gathering dusk by the lakeside crying,
I am standing behind you and crying, becoming
a lonely shadow of yours.

Because you are wandering
in a darkening wilderness with fear
I am following you becoming dim starlight. 

Because you are walking in the dismal ruins,
as if going the path between tomb stones in the graveyard 
longing for someone unforgettable, I am circling around you 
drifting on a chaotic wind.

When you were agonizing in a bad dream sweating
I held your hands and agonized in the same horrible dream sweating.

When you were no longer able to bear that harsh nightmare
you stretched your arms struggling to escape, inevitably, 
I loosen my hands and let your hands go.

When you awoke from the bad dream and stared at me 
with your eyes colder than ice, darker than the bottomless pit,
I had no choice but to leave you with tears in my eyes.


Details | Free verse | |

Rotten

Your memories became forgotten 
pushed to the attic of my mind
left to hang 
along with the cobwebs in the rafters 
waiting to ensnare the unsuspecting (me)

Your touch left behind streaks of regrets 
along my windowsills
nothing but the blur of your unwashed mind
left to distort my vision 
with unclear intentions 

Your laughter that once flowed 
has now settled like dust 
no longer propelled through the air
it coats every inch
making breathing
and forgetting 
impossible 

Your smile has rotten away
along with my fruit in the icebox
once sweet and inviting 
now filling the house with a putrid odor 
reacting to whatever poison this place possess 
that made us deteriorate as well 

Yet I never manage 
to clean out my filthy heart 
terrified that If I wipe away 
the last reminisce of you
a part of me 
might start rotting too 


Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas

Christmas is a busy time,
Commercialized therefore I am skint,
Cant afford to feed myself,
So its soggy sandwiches and mints.

The big day is one week away,
Yet I seem not to be excited,
For I cant wait to see the back of this year,
New Years I'll be delighted.

So many great people have been lost,
So many great people have been found,
But the pain etched in my memories,
Are for the ones laid to rest in the ground.

So all alone I wait for Christmas,
No hat upon my head,
What cheer it is, spread through the year,
None for me, as my friends are all dead.


Details | Ode | |

VERONICA VOSS

You are old I am young
You have love I have none.
"Look. Look at those flocks of birds emigrating south! 
They’re escaping with regular wing beats, crying farewell."
Tomorrow would be a good day to die 
Today a good tomorrow
Dying must be strange, nonsense life is strange
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
I never hoped you would accept an invitation to my farewell party 
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
Yes, like Fassbinder
Yes, like Veronica Voss

I owe my soul to the company store  





Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com