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Details | Free verse | |

FORBIDDEN

~ZOMBIE NIGHT~ 

WHINING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes
Ascension of the dead -Longing to live again 

Sands of desert flip the hour glass back
WHIMPERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes 

Taking light from where evil stays 
Feeding away leaving behind a death valley zone
WONDERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair

Dead souls forsake the common land
Shadowing like Equinox light 
Walking corpse covered in rotten barren sand
WINDY WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND 
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air

Upright, forward broken taboo 
Searching for the perfect breath of fresh air
Sounds of symbols march the ground
Searching to find their missing heartbeat
WHISKING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night


Ascension of the dead  -Long to live again 
Bones slowly desert distorted resting home
Moonlight vanishing in complete despair
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
WHEN WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND

by;PD


Details | I do not know? | |

Life and Death Across the Sky

   Life and death across the sky
some must live and some
must die
   Broken wings and slivers
showing
   Shredded hopes the
wind is blowing
   Feathers flying, hear the
call
   Of the Night Hawk
through it all
   Terror blotting out
the stars
   Talons leaving
battle scars
   Life and death across the
sky some will live and some will die.


Details | Rhyme | |

How A Blue Rose Came to Be

Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely -  red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.

She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be  Queen; 
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.

Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon  her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping,  like a willow tree.

Then the sky begin  to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As  tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that  Irish rose, 
As she disappeared beneath the earth, 
There in his grief below.                                      
     
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply  - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.

The years and all their seasons came and went,
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent,
Upon her grave where everyday he knelt and prayed,
And dreamed of her until his dying day.  

The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone,   
That still stands alone  upon her grave,
Where from the million tears of love he gave,
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.

 
 Written:  June 18, 2010
Author:  Elaine George


Details | Haiku | |

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....


Details | Elegy | |

This Mountain Here

I remember the day I got the call.
My world fell apart.
I had lost it all.

I remember the day you were taken from me.
I knew your beautifull smile I would never again see.

They said it was a mugger and you put up a fight.
I should not have  let you go out that night.

It seems like just yesterday we fed eachother our wedding cake.
When I remember that memory my hands start to shake.

I sit in my cabin on this mountain with the sky so blue.
I won't leave. This's where I spent my honeymoon with you.

My family wants me to go back into that world, so cold.
I'm not leaving this mountain.
It's where I'll grow old.

They say your gone and will never again be.
Well, I hear what your saying. Yes, I know your talking to me.

You sit in the chair and drink my tea. 
My heart swells up when you smile at me.

They say I've gone insane and see things that aren't there.
If I'm on this mountain here why should they care?

I love you more then I did when we first found this place.
I remeber everything about you, your ellagince and grace.

Why am I not in that world full of anger and fear?
I want to be with you on this mountain here.


Details | Epic | |

"LADY DEATH"

   "LADY  DEATH" ------Chaos!!!

Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthais.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.

Matthais allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
 in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.

A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns in to,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.

Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.

Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A mans worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Over throwing her one time dream.

Obsessed with his Lady'''
 Evil Earnie.
Rides by her side.
A  domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.

Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
"Lady Death"
  Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.

With the belief .
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women..                  (LADY  DEATH)


((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))


Details | Narrative | |

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Details | Rhyme | |

Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Couplet | |

Before The Sun Sets

The sun set with a golden glow the day on which you I met
 On that special  walk in the beautiful  park as the sun set

The sun set a glowing red as I walked with no threat
Amongst the trees of different hues as the sun set

The sun set slowly going down dropping, to it I'm indebt
To enjoying every minute of color as slowly the sun set

The sun set quietly didn't say a word but drew
Others to come in and watch closely as the sun set

The sun sets for you and me my handsome dear
Come close lets get all we can from life before fully the sun sets


Details | Free verse | |

Eve of Winter

Frozen enchantress
Of beauty untold
Sought for 
The glacial summer.

Soul withdrawn 
By painful slumber.
Eyes of silence,
Cold lips of fury.

Auspice of death
Cast
The twisted tongue 
Of water.

The vile plunging
Of raging sleep
Left dreams
Of sweet revenge.

So ends 
The immortal with life
As it closed its eyes 
For eternity.


Details | Free verse | |

Darkness Wraps My Pain

Darkness Wraps My Pain


I was born to this flesh 
A slayer in pain 
No regret, no remorse 
Gold and pleasure my gain 
I never wanted love 
Nor did I want joy 
I found death a trip 
Where I once was open
Now I hide in darkness 
A slayer of souls
Seeker of agony on all
Ageless shadows grace
My tomb within hell's
Ripping dungeons that
Eat the screams of
Torn bodies and cut
Out hearts scattered on 
The blood soaked floors
I was born a slayer 
A slayer that delights
In agony wrapped in anguish
his, hers , yours
give me a choice I
chose all.....

Robert Lindley
05, 23 1980

note: This is from long ago.
A very dark time in my life.
Must have been wasted because
no ryhme.. lol


Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


Details | Lyric | |

Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]


Details | Free verse | |

THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL

A tomb
So chill    so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus'd
Her warted    weaving spire
In eerie    midnight sun

A womb
Come    bubble    bubble down
In gloom the vaulted way

To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day

Profound
Black    iron gargoyle's heads
Resounding    deathless    ringing

To hear
The swaying    sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing

"TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM  (eumm - eumm)

TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM  (eumm - eumm)


Details | Haiku | |

darker than raindrops

darker than raindrops
mushroom cloud blooming purple....
I can see my bones


Details | Free verse | |

Poetry Assignment

It was “Death” you drew.
You rolled that slip of paper
between your fingers 
thin as onionskin, 
and dropped it in your pocket.
Pastel lady, 

did you wish to spare 
us? You fluttered fingers 
over the basket, and drew out 
“Patio Party,” 
a subject we must address 
before we meet again.

How many great poems 
have been penned on Death? 
How many on a
Patio Party?


Details | Rhyme | |

No Fear

There is a place inside my head Where thoughts of other worlds will tread When I awaken from a dream Standing alongside a purple stream With a lime green cast upon the skies And a twinkling glimmer in my eyes Moons and stars that look so queer And a rushing sound within my ears I wonder if I should be afraid To be in a place quite so strange Roots of trees lying all around Whilst comes a rumbling from the ground There beyond the shivering leaves Many eyes staring back at me Out of the shroud of thickened mist On my hand is placed a gentle kiss The nerves of steel begin to fray With a restless feeling akin to dismay As a darkening shadow draws so near And yet still. I feel no fear. Suddenly aware of fields of green The most beautiful place I've ever seen A carpet of turquoise flows through the hills Mine greedy eyes can't get their fill With windows wide open to a soothing breeze Finding it's way through the forest of trees Leaving resonating echoes loud as a train As I felt a tremble inside my brain I hear whispers there upon my ear And yet still. I feel no fear The origin of such a beautiful song Grabbing my hand and pulling me along Oh it's the One who gave me life Father dearest with all your might Giving me the strength to let you go And become a part of the superlative show With a gentle hand once again to dry my eyes While I watch you capture such a glorious prize Deep down I can feel the time is near And yet still. I feel no fear Scattered pieces of a great full life Flash before mine deep inside A heart string is plucked to the tune of love Played by an angel sent from way up above While brilliant rays of light abound There I see you safe and sound Traveling back alone from where I came Crying buckets of tears like pouring rain Recalling the soft whisper you had to say "Be happy my child. We'll meet again one day." Feeling a presence always so near And yet still. I feel no fear


Details | Couplet | |

Leaving All I Know

                                                   This empty feeling
                                          So many places I have seen..

                                                   All I ever knew
                                                Leaving it all behind..

                                                 Thank you for the light
                                     The one that gave birth to my soul..

                                            Now my soul is in captivity
                                Darkness embraces its last bit of freedom..

                                                Leaving all I know
                            Awaiting my death in a cold and wet prison cell..

                                  My feet,shackled to the slippery floor
                 Fear of death written on the wall with invisible characters..

                                             The last spark of hope
         Licks my thoughts as a sunbeam squeezes itself through the tiny window..

                   "Oh,Heavenly Father..are you there to collect my tired bones
                                           ..or to set my soul free?"

                                           I await the bell to chime
                      Knowing they will come and take me to the executioner..

                                                  

                                                    A.Ertsland
                                           September 2nd 2012


* Inspired by a song called "Hallowed Be Thy Name"


Details | Ballad | |

Dullahan Rides

Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.

Without heads his horse and he ride
across the countryside
His head in hand they roam the land
none live where he abides.

A rush of blood, a gory spree 
will take the sight of man, 
then off they gallop wild and free
Dullahan, head in hand.

Here’s hoping he don’t call your name
for that would be worse by far  
your soul would flee and fly with he
a soul as black as tar.

Carry your gold for I am told 
this alone does he fear
and we can watch as he rides by
come give us a kiss now, me dear.

The winsome lass took his strong hand
and down the lane they walked
as in the distance hedgerows fired
and hooves clapped as they talked.

The sound drew near, a gate flew wide
the lassie shrieked and ran 
so only her randy lad was 
taken by Dullahan.

So, don’t think to woo by moonlight
near the shore in Galway
Dullahan hunts with cruel sight 
each wayward soul a stray.

*While no-one knows for certain how the Dullahan originated, it is thought that he is the embodiment of the Celtic fertility god, Crom Dubh, who was worshiped by an ancient king of Ireland, Tighermas. Each year, Tighermas sacrificed humans to Crom Dubh, and the usual method was decapitation. The worship of Crom Dubh ended in the sixth century, when Christianity came to Ireland. 
* music in About the Poem

Poet: D. Guzzi


Details | Free verse | |

Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Larks

The tangled sadness of souls lost 
Between Heaven and Earth, 
Eternally on their way, 
Lifting upwards, 
Soaring, 
Climbing. 
Only to feel the ground’s pull, 
The unseen ropes. 
Trapped in intermediation. 

They have left us without leaving, 
Departed without arriving, 
No sweet Lethe for them, 
No afterlife among ethereal 
Beauties bathed in eternal light, 
No rest in a perfect balance, 
Outside the toss of seasons. 

So this is purgatory, 
This hell of a half-way house. 
Stretched out in an 
Agony of elongation, 
We can sometimes see them 
In the wriggle of smoke 
In striated clouds. 
They are the larks, perhaps, 
That dive into the sky and climb 
Climb 
Climb 
Until their frightened tiny frantic panic 
Sends them spiralling down 
Down 
Down 

To the thin air over the cruel stubble 
Of dead wheat. 


Details | Classicism | |

The Vultures

The vultures are waiting for the night.... Waiting for the sun to die...
They will find me in my darkest hour and pick my bones dry...
I rock in my painted corner, humming a little song...
I dwell on my disease, the one I've dwelled on for too long...
My castle has grown smaller as I lie awake in wait...
My dreams have become fewer, as ever closer comes my fate...
Now's the time for prayer, as the tears fall from my eyes...
They look at me and squawk, as they plummet from the skies... 






Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Saint Blackheart

Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they impart.
   Her life's a patchwork puzzle made with jagged shards of art --
Impressionistic paintings on a canvas dipped in red;
   She dances like a demon for the angels in her head.

Saint Blackheart loves the twilight and the elemental rain;
   She'll stand and watch you suffer, yet she senses all your pain.
A soft, Franciscan echo making up a primal scream
   Can hurtle from her crimson lips and dart from dream to dream.

Saint Blackheart lives in solitude among the ancient trees --
   You'll find her there within the mist, but never on her knees.
Her hands will offer nothing which is not her own to give;
   And though you wish to die in peace, she may just let you live.

Saint Blackheart will not weep with you or wipe away your tears,
   Yet she may catch their crystal hue and treasure it for years.
She'll lay a little flower on a long-forgotten grave --
   A tribute to the tortured soul she never tried to save.


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


Details | Free verse | |

THE OLD WEST

Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
 Or Jessie James, let them leap off 
The written page, and live again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
 In there bloody hands.
Wanted men, flee to,
 Parts unknown,
Horse thieves, and 
Cattle rustlers,
Trying to evade the long,
 Arm of the law.
 Fate decides whom lives,
 And dies.
It makes no difference,
 Innocent or guilty.
After all it is life’s truest rule,
An eye for an eye, blood shed,
To give the devil his vengeance,
Behold survival of fittest,
Heavens gates, are made from,
Twisted metal.
The hangman's tree stands ready,
Hollow nooses swing in,
 Destiny’s winds,
To bid found ado unto evil men.
Strong limbs bare heavy weight,
A scaled balance of ropes,
 Tenuous strength.
Blind lady liberty turns,
 Her gaze away.
At histories hesitation towards,
Real justice's justification.
Hard men ride ahead, 
Leaving behind
Legends tin stars, 
Amongst trail dust,
Remnants.
Behold the old west breath's,
 Again,
Between books binding,  
And words harsh black ink.
Hardened steel vs. freedoms,
 Expansion.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Kilted Warrior

He stands proud and strong, this kilted warrior
head held high against the unending pain
of a heart born out of sadness
for the loss of those who came before him
and thoughts of those who would
continue on when he himself was no more.
Proud men one and all
vows made, till surrendered in death
to defend that which
was their birthright, the very land
upon which he now stood.
The call to battle though long since silenced
came from within his very heart and soul
blood of the ancient ones raged in his veins
his sword by his side...shield upon his back
he stood ready to charge into battle
to do what was expected of him since birth
to fight as those before him fought
without fear, but with a strength
only a battle hardened warrior
knew and understood.


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words


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Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


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Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


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in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


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WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN

    WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


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SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE

   SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...

And you'll believe her.

Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.

She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.

But you will KNOW.
You will know.

That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.

That's when you will die.
   
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.


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To taste the flame.

Breaking way the earths desires
Placing love with lakes of fires
Fools and mortals are all the same
None will stand nor take the blame.

Devil, demon they will say
do they know to me they pray?
Curse and claw in vain they flee
In black and darkness return to me.

Dead is flesh and cold is heart
but how it tastes when ripped apart,
I will call and you will weep
Drink your soul with a gentle sweep.

Deaths a child in my embrace,
Its life's last look upon its face.
GIVE ME ALL YOUR EARTHLY DEAD!
COME TO ME AND I'LL BE FED!

you will come and you will fight,
Cant you see I am the light?
Your living flame begins to fade,
Now you see I am the shade.


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A Dark Tale

I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did dwell.
I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep.
No fear of death of dying no foolish promises to keep.

It was then I found the answer as I slipped down through the floor
Could this be a dream or am I now no more.
Has death come upon me, I feel the air exude from my chest
Through eons of time yet seconds, maybe days or years at best.

Before me an evil thing but there are no brimstone and flames
“Now we will see this hell you mocked and you will know my name.
You never flinched about the hell threat but you are now here
Not only that I am your father and now you will know real fear.”

He breathed in deep; my skin scorched, it left my body in one piece
The agonies, I must be dead my skin floating in front just like a fleece
My muscles sinews and skeleton were all that I now had
“I thought you were my father I screamed you can’t treat me this bad.”

A thousand legions of devils all came round mocking me
Each breath they turned my way seemed to rip parts off of me
“You will learn to master them but until then you have to pay
You start at the bottom in this work.” then the hounds of hell did bay.

“To inflict the tortures required to give me the satisfaction
You must first suffer them all, that is my attraction.
When you have suffered them all you will know what to do
My work will be in your hands this is my legacy to you.”

“But how can you be my father?” I screamed as the hell hounds tore at me
“My mother was the sweetest woman on earth and all around could see.”
“Ha! I am the devil why would I want a whore,
 They are already down here; it was sweetness I searched for.”

“Your mother scorned me, she did not believe in all the hellish games I play
So I showed her my powers and you are with me from this day.
You should have listened to the teachers teaching of my home called hell.”
He waved his finger at me and the screams I could not quell.

Now I wish I had listened and taken an earthly fear
It could have made a difference, I may not now be here.
I take delight in dismembering and gouging out the eyes
Flaying the skin off the ungodly, yet I do it for a prize.

One day I will rule this place then my turn will come
I’ll leave this underworld one day and do what my father has done
I’ll take a woman for my wife the sweetest there ever walked
And pass on my inheritance to the offspring that hell balked.
©~GG~23/07/2012

 


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As the Dark Defeats Us

In this haunted room I feel a presence build.
So thick is the air, closing in as you capture space.
The empty chair that was, now your body filled.
Sudden cold spot blasting icy gusts upon my face.

Heart thrumming uselessly in my frail breast.
Pounding in my ears, drowning out the comfort of sleep.
Your shape of nightmares breaking hope of rest.
The black of your image forming thickly and dark too deep.

Your silence leaves open the whispers of dread.
What lurks in this ghost activity straining against the real.
A hand so close it might reach out to my bed.
The fear, overwhelming, lies in what you may next reveal.

Mundane is the car that slows close in the drive
Louder than all it seems after this panic, slowing to turn.
Light blazes through, clashing swiftly into my chilling hive.
I wait to see clearly, such excitement and fear as I learn.

Shadows revealed, nothing I might have guessed.
So clearly I see you in this light commanding dark's defeat.
A sigh passes over my lips my truest fear confessed.
For tonight, just a chair and a badly folded sheet.


www.insiderealhauntings.com


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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Double shift



Working double time

Feeling on my own
Now all I want
Is to go home

Where there is some one
There who cares

Yet I am so damn tired
Soul feels as if it has been impaired


Making next to nothing
In this full time job
Now I have to do school work
Oh my god

Have you ever felt

As if bitterness has overwhelmed the soul

Only wishing for it to be sweetened


Yet every day you wake up

As if your body has been brutally beaten

And nothing you can possibly do

Could bring joy to your life

All actions you make
Feel as if you’ve slit your wrist with a knife



I have been to hell and back
And understanding, I lack

So don’t skrew with me now

Cause I just may attack
And your bells I now
Intend to memorably rack


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Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


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Coyote Full of Secrets Deep and Dark PT4

Her sharp nail cut away the muscle from the bone
Each tormented scream of his was heard by her and him alone
He panted between screams and shouted, “Do you know who your father is?”
“It was the medicine man and I’m his son, you brother, please”

“I… know,” she whispered, “Now catch your breath, I want you alert,”
“Because this is where things are going to really hurt.”
The pain he felt from the boiling water sent him into a blackness so thick
A blackness he could feel against his skin that made him sick

At least the pain was gone, he thought he was dead
Until he heard her voice echo in his head
"Come back, come back to reality," it said

He heard whimpering and cries
From the demons cowering with “I’m glad it’s you,” teary fire red eyes
Just before, he was dragged back to consciousness
That moment he would dell on as a painless heavenly bliss

His nose was filled with the stench of his own flesh
He threw up at the sight of his bloody chest 
The excruciating pain reminded him of reality afresh

This time he lay there, he was not alone 
There were a thousand of his tormented tribesmen and she was sitting on a throne
Next to her was an eagle and a bear riddled with maggots to the bone
They were in the land of the gods, a hell he would call his new home

The village lies desolate, a village that once thrived full cheer
It took one little mistake which imprisoned with fear
And one by one they began to disappear 

This is the story I was told by a man
Who hides in the town begging for food, when ever he can
I don’t know where he goes or where he has been
But since last month he disappeard… never to be seen

** Sorry P.D I didn't know how to end it but there is your Coyote**


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Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


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Painless

Take my heart, blow my mind. 	
Throw me down, listen to me whine.	
Speed my pulse, flush my face.	
Reel me in and off my tracks.		
Watch my eyes fade to black.		
Tear me up and crush my soul.	
Eat my heart out for that is your goal.     
Darken the sky and chill my skin.	
Make me throb deep within.		
Shove my body against a wall.
Agressive, mean, and most dangerous of all.  
Get me going with your touch,		
Make my blood come out in a rush.	
Bruise my skin and slit my wrists.	
Make me clench my dirty fists.		
Run me over with your madness.	
Kill me easy, quick, and painless.


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The Crippled Pigeon

The crippled pigeon
Who had the gift of love
Adopted three orphaned
Bunnies; sheltering
Them under her tiny wings
Love was in the air 
With this tiny little dove


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When the Stream Stops Flowing

          My heart beats roughly
With the stream's incessant flow-
                    Impetuous death.


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No Sympathy From the Devil

A hurricane is blowing.
Cars are flying in the sky.
Doesn't even mess my hair.
It's coming from my eye.

An earthquake is rolling.
Knocks you right off your feet.
The earth opens up and swallows.
I just take my seat.

A tidal wave is coming.
It's right off the coast.
I watch the people sunning.
Don't they know that their all toast?

The great white shark devours 
everything in his sight.
Why is everybody screaming?
They haven't felt my bite.

The sunlight unheeded
sets the cancer to the flesh.
Chaos all around you.
The evils seem to mesh.

The cancer has consumed
the skin down to the bone.
There's no one left to cry to
so just hang up the phone.

An avalanche like a freight train
is rolling down the hill.
If you haven't felt me yet
I'll be coming for you still.

Do you know who I am?
The Stones sung of my name.
I don't want your sympathy.
I'm the one to blame.

Can you feel the twister? 
The wind, like the dogs, howl.
Time to raise the white flag.
Time to throw in the towel.

Watch as the whirlpool
sucks you down into the depths.
Take your choice my friends.
Choose your epitaph.


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Bewitchment of Poseidon

How sweet the sound of raging sea!
Long has peace reigned so devoted,
But has it thought of wicked treachery? 
Nay, it had never plotted retribution!

Be that as it may,
I, the goddess of the deep,
Utter these very words of incantation
To suppress the fury that curses my veins!

May the vicious wind kiss the sky,
As rain pours down with shattered glass.
Let waves of thunder lacerate merciless boulders.
If confusion withers the depths of tranquility,

So let it be!


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prolong the inevitable pt. III

"give this,
one blood stained
word scrawled
on a stretch of
swine flesh.
call it "soul"
& sacrifice the known
to see it become
whole for one
fainting second
& shown
the surface undone,
completed in its
ever revolving
cycle towards
the center."
& he'll stand
& stretch & close
his briefcase
& he'll turn around
to go & you'll swear
that you saw the
light for just
one second.


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Tears

A great day ending in tragedy
now you wait until you get the news
I was scattered in different forms
The car door was slammed into my side
The doctor walks in to give you the news
You fall to the floor
Tears falling from your face
Your makeup running down unto your clothes
Making a stain where your heart used to be
I took you back into the darkest place of my soul
Something was different more darker than before
Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love
Your standing in the corner
Your face is covered in darkness
The blood runs from your eyes
How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone
Your realizing how much i meant to you
Something you havent seen before
Your blindness fades away as you start to see
You fall to the floor fainting
No one picks you up
They drop my casket into my little hole
Where i will stay all life long
How your tears fall unto the ground
Getting soaked up by the soil
Drowning me in your tears
Admire the past no more ways to see the future
Now that your starting to love me more
You wait until you see me in a dream
Dying like the past
As your moving on i fade away
I am no longer alive
You left me behind


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Silver

Silver full moon above
Touching snow covered mountains
As you slowly set


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Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


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the rotting edge of hope & abandon pt. I

when the world falls,
will you be my figurehead queen?
dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams
drip waterfall lies from full pink lips
& bleed out your truth(s) to me?
come silently in the night
over plush & supple fields of carpet
into the halls of my half-waking 
& reach for me through the illusions 
& shadows of my own doubt,
so strong, it wraps me up, 
myself all contained & tainted, 
tainting only myself.
be the beautiful & shining falsehood
that brings me back into a world of
the likewise
leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality
hanging shreded in the doorway
rotting on the edge of
what was & what could be
be my perfected failure,
my self-less
& self-serving love
my heart is yours;
it never beats the same way twice


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A Lonely Night

 A young girl was walking in a forest one night
The moon had shown its darkest light
She was all alone and scared
But nobody cared

She walked for hours
Passing through plains of dead flowers
The forest was a never ending night
Filled with terrors and fright

Wolfs howled from nearby
The girl began to cry
Nobody could see her tears
Only the creatures that she fears

She went on walking
As the shadows kept stalking
A teddy in one hand 
She wondered if anyone would ever understand

She thought of the people that caused her to be there
Wondering if their still unaware
She ran away from them
She sobbed felling condemn

Cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over her body
She wished the pain would disembody
Her freshest wounds still dripping blood on the ground
Feeling weak she began to become confound

She collapsed into a deep slumber
Wolfs surrounded her but stayed cumber
They all roes heads and howled at her side
The girl had died


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The Jester

The Jester puts on her smile,
Plastered to her make-up smeared face.
Bright lights blind her empty eyes.
She can see no one in the crowd.

Inside her mind,
She screams for release.
Twisting the head off her doll,
Blood runs down her cheeks.

Her hands gripped tightly around the neck of the doll,
She pulls as hard as she can.
No one’s around for miles;
They left her to die.

Smiles and laughs surround her,
Taunting her every move.
They tease and mock her,
Pointing out flaws.

How her hair sticks out;
How her tooth has a chip in it.
Her eyes go dark as she wishes them death.
Under her breath she curses.
They will never lead happy lives.
They will know what it’s like being a puppet.

Just a toy in a closet,
Thrown around like nothing.
She wants to rip them all apart,
Limb by limb till there’s nothing left.

In her mind she makes up stories.
Stories where she’s no longer the jester,
No longer do they laugh at her.

With bloodshot eyes,
She cranes her neck to the sky.
Her screams echo through the stadium,
Reverberating off the walls, 
Bouncing back to her ears,
Killing everything in its path.

She falls to the ground in a puff of dirt.
When it clears,
The Jester is nowhere to be found.


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Open Call

Business is booming and there's no end in sight, Death came to a huge 
decision tonight.

He called in his partners Pain and Sorrow and said "we're holding auditions 
tomorrow."

"Auditions, Pain asked, what are you looking for?" For a third partner and he 
reached for the door.

The very next morning hanging there on the wall, was a huge flyer 
reading "DEATH'S OPEN CALL"

Come one come all but you better give your best audition, because we only need 
to fill one position.

As the day moved along Sorrow watched in disbelief, next in the line was his old 
buddy Grief.

Grief walked in and handed them his lengthy resume', thank you for coming 
friend you'll know by the end of the day!

The auditions had been going on steady for hours, the decision would be tough, 
they all had great powers.

Next in line would be Misery and he gave them his best, "Thank you for coming, 
wait outside with the rest".

Death having some free time sat in on the last few, after over 1000 auditions it 
was now time to choose.

Death left the decision up to Pain and Sorrow; they would just fill him in by 
tomorrow.

All that he asked was they used their best discretion, when suddenly in walked 
the vixen Depression.

With eyes dark as night dressed all in black, she walked to the stage and the pair 
just sat back.

She said, "Am I too late for this open call? I just happened to notice the flyer on 
the wall." 

We'll give you a shot now show us what you can do; this is only because we've 
both heard of you.

They told her to give it her best shot and that's just what she did, for her first 
victim a sweet little kid.

His name was Billy he was only 13, she found him alone sitting out on a swing.

You see he had just lost his parents in a huge fire; to be with them again was his 
only desire.

She climbed in his head and she did her thing, Billy took his life right there on the 
swing.

"WOW" they exclaimed lady you are good, come with us now to see the "man with 
the hood".

A new chapter has started with Death’s open call and it all started will a flyer on 
the wall.

No longer a trio, now a quartet, a new force to be reckoned with this you can bet!


 


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The Escapist's Plea,

I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away


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The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


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The Battle Between Light And Dark

I saw a light shining down on me
Thought it was the end of time.
And I just couldn’t let it 
I turned to face the bringer 
But he just walked away
Maybe now I can live to fight another day.

Wax and feathers won’t stand the test of time
Falling like a stone only to be shot out again
If you can’t stand your captors, then don’t do the crime
I can’t walk away this time
In silence here I stand alone 
Climbing the walls is the only thing we can do.

Then darkness fell all around the town
I heard the sound of heartbeats all at once
Screams rang out long into the night
Voices rising and falling
Now after all, it could all end here
Then I heard nothing but the sound of silence.

All of a sudden a light began to appear  
A million eyes all opening at once
It was nothing like anything I had seen before
But there was hesitation and apprehension
It all seemed to land on one man’s decision
I want to believe, I want to smile
And then the doors open and I see a new Eden.
                                         


Details | Verse | |

Warriors

We are waging a war both outside and in,
But with Christ on our side
There's no way we can't win.

He carried His cross and He died on it to.
To pay the price for all
Sins for me and for you.

We are armed with our faith
And we get stronger when we pray.
It's a life and death battle everyday.

He is the way and He is the light
And for His Kingdom we will do
What is right.
He is the living word and
He's our Salvation,
He has put out the call to
His mighty nation.

So don't back down and don't give in.

He died to save us from death and sin.

The enemy lies in the dark of the night,
But
As Warriors of God we will
Stand
And we will Fight...


Details | Monorhyme | |

Dipsey Doo

Dipsey Doo who loved to just chew and chew
Whether socks rocks sticks or shoes

If you got close to Mom 
She would nip at you too

Springer Spanial and twenty two
Blind as a bat and with a special hair doo 

The loved she shared just grew and grew
Slept by our heads laps hips and legs she knew

Nipped at the Mailman's Milkman's and prowlers shoes
Without them having any kind of clue

But poor Dipsey Doo
Had to be put down cause of a viral flu

Mom Dad and us kids really felt blue
Because there was really nothing anyone could do

Buried next to her rocks sticks socks and shoes
Are lonely teardrops from the loss over you






Details | Personification | |

The Swan in the Cemetary

The swan in the cemetery looked so out of place
in such a depressing location to see such a symbol of grace
a mystical message engraved on a level of hidden depth
a breath of fresh life, hidden amongst the death.
as i watched the swan pace between the gravestones with all the confusion it 
presents
in a place of such solitude, i chuckle at the irony the swan represents
but all  of a sudden the swan stops in its tracks.
looks up at the sky down at the ground and then over its shoulder as to look over 
its back
with an insinuation in its actions that portrays an essence of surprise
as it stops looking around and focuses on my eyes
which some how against my will has me rested on my knees
as the swan opens its beak but instead of a sqwauk a human voice pleas
a plea of forgiveness for all that its done
a plea to say goodbye to his wife and his son
but then the swan descends into the ground through a grave with not as much as 
a sqwauk
as i read the inscription on the stone i cry as i find it reads here lies hope


Details | ABC | |

Through Soldiers' Eyes

So tense am I
The falling sky
Holding my breath
Until the Death

It’s my life
So turn the scythe
Break the bread
And stop the Lead

Loud is it
The latest cry
But all the time 
Red is the Dye

A placid face
Of Death’s clean lace
The slow coming of
A century’s Race


Details | Free verse | |

after you died

The tear of my eye
Won’t come down anymore

After you died
I forgot faithfulness, love and destiny
Friendship among my life

I stayed in my room
So lonely I sat
My injured heart bleeds blood from inside

After you died
The sun won’t come up
The moon wont rise

After you died
The spot of light inside me was gone

After you died
There’s no one to talk to
No other side

The earth would cry 
Waiting for you ….
My broken soul
Would prefer to die ……


After you died 
The friend that was so faithful 
Won’t come back to life

After you died
Misery, desperate, and anger
Were placed in I 

After you died
There was no one to hold to 
No one to help you fly 

After you died
No one gave me a hand 
No one showed me the path 
That I had lost 
From you 
From you 
No one told me that this would happen 
No other plan 

Where did you go 
I’m lost without you 
My feelings had left me 
I had no other chance 

Tell me 
Where did u go? 
After you died?






Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Sweet Emily

I was born in Amhurst Massachuetts
on Decenber 10  1830 
and had died May 15  1886

My hair is bold like the chestnut burr
and my eyes like the sherry in the glass
that the guest leaves behind

I cannot write about the world without
first backing away from it and then
comtemplating it from a distance

A word is dead when it is said
Some say I say it just begins
To live that day 


Who Am I ?


My Poetess Sweet
Emily Dickinson


Details | ABC | |

ANNIVERSARY OF FLIRTATION

Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores, 
then moving away. 
Search for eternity erases 
the designs. Birth 
and death cling together. 
I let go the passion, 
the deviation of fear. 
There cannot be two lives.

When the illusion meets 
the pain, truth laughs,
I forego my future, 
tear the past and burn the present.
Failed life hangs on
the silence of sorrow. 
Names don’t hold any charm
they come & go. Days 
drop like long coats
I search the night.

The desperate seeking 
will not end the journey
It is there in the dark hole of the heart. 
A pitless gloom.
I am afraid to be revealed.
Art of life is scissored,
Anniversary of flirtation
with death forgotten. We celebrate.



SATISH VERMA


Details | Romanticism | |

Girl

Its so hard to say good-bye but I still cry, 

Now that I realize that you gone out of my 

life, girl I just can't stop writing poems 

about you, I love so much, girl I'm about to 

go insane all my days still look like rain, 

girl I go through so much pain, I don't know 

if I could remember my name, it feels like 

I'm about to loose my mind, I know your legs 

are tired, because you run through my all 

the time, girl, over and over I think about 

you, now I hope you see how much I'm still 

in love with you.


Details | Cowboy | |

Faces in the Night

When the campfire’s out and you try to sleep,
But things don’t seem just right—
You toss and turn on that ol’ hard bedroll
And see faces in the night.

It just may be dreams or a sense of guilt
That now keeps you wide awake—
It may be bad stew or a wrong you did--
A friend you had to forsake.

You shut your eyes tight and let darkness come—
Pray those faces don’t appear—
But they always come and silently speak
To your conscience and your fear.

You see father’s face like it was those days
And wish you’d both had more time—
To ease all the things that then stood between 
Before he died in his prime.

And then there’s the face of your bother Tom,
Who worshipped you like a God—
Till he had fever and you laughed if off—
Then buried him in the sod.

But night always brings another dim face
Of the girl that you loved first—
Before she went and married someone else, 
And how your heart about burst..

So when the dawn comes to strike you awake,
And with tired relief you rise—
You still see those faces in sun’s red glare
And know part of you yet dies.

Too soon again bright campfires now burn low, 
As the sunset still brings fright—
For you know that sleep is not a good friend
And brings faces in the night. 
  


Details | I do not know? | |

Nightmare

Standing alone in the night Dark all around Something doesn't seem quite right I hear a sound Like a werewolf howl Coming from all around And the noise of an owl Piercing red eyes appear Lightning strikes from the sky Death is seeming rather near And I don't want to die Am I dreaming? I hope I'm dreaming? Nightmare Confronting everything that I fear Nightmare The seeming reality of everything I see and hear Down into the ground I fall Deep into the dark Evil says my name, I hear it call The devil's made his mark I run, through the endless cave Stumbling through to find there's no way out Everything is what I've gave I've given up, all I want to do is scream and shout Nightmare! This is everything I fear Nightmare! I think the end is coming near I hope I'm dreaming I wish I was dreaming But I know this is my fate Lucifer, he can't wait To take my soul away There's nothing more I can do or say Nightmare! Losing everything I ever cared for Nightmare! Losing myself even more Nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare! What I never want Nightmare! My mind is does haunt It don't care What I fear Cause with it, it grows I'm hating everything it knows I wish it wasn't real Everything I see and feel But it's true And just like a Nightmare!


Details | I do not know? | |

As I Sit With Darkness

	As I sit here, not knowing what I fear most, myself or life.

	As I sit here not knowing if I'll ever be a normal person.

	As I sit here knowing people love me, but wanting to love them, but I 
	can't, because I can't even love myself.

	As I sit here knowing my love ones are suffering, because I'm 
suffering.

	As I sit here wishing I could be strong enough to over power what I 
	know is wrong and do right.

	As I sit here knowing that my name will be just a memory to people 
that 	know me and always think about the bad things I've done.

	As I sit here seeing darkness in everything I see.

	As I sit here not knowing if I see the world for what it really is or just
another miss guided person written off.

	As I sit here not knowing if my mind is just sick or just knows the truth.

	As I sit here I know that I sacrifice the happiness of loved ones for my 
thoughts.

	As I sit here I know I'm strong in one aspect. I will sit in darkness till 
it's my day to know the answers.

	As I sit here I'm sorry for my thoughts.


Details | I do not know? | |

THE LIFES' PATH

Such anniversaries 
I dread... 
Such memories, 
of remembering the dead 

The lifes' path 
Births ,deaths and more 
knocking on my door 

I must open the door, 
these things must come 
I cannot avoid, 
part of things I have done 
Things I saw 

This path... 
Filled with boulders 
Walk round 
Walk over 
Take a crying shoulder 

A path can never end... 
Until I arrive at deaths' door 
A journey strewn... 
with births,deaths and more 
People and things to mend 
People I will see soon 

So many times I lost my way 
Yet, the path always found 
Family and friends , rally round 
I walk another day 

The people I know 
who have gone on before 
Were here today, 
on the path 
They showed me the way 

They too,were on the path 
Births,deaths and more 
They took part 
This is true. 
on my path 
They were meant too 
Letting me see, 
the things I saw 

One day.... 
Soon... 
I will be on a path, 
helping others 
who have not gone on before 
I will show the way, 
through an open door 
Lighting the way too 


Details | Blank verse | |

Goodbye

Her breathing was so even and calm,

Sleeping in that bed,

Her face once distorted with so much pain,

Now seems so soft and painless,

Looking closer to her face,

I think she’s kind of smiling,

Maybe she’s dreaming of when she was well,

Or maybe she’s dreaming of me, I can’t tell.

 

I remember summer evenings; we’d sit in the grass,

She’d tell me stories that I had never heard,

About people and places from the past,

She even shared her dreams with me,

And swore me never to tell,

That one day she would fly away,

And get out of what she called hell.

 

She never liked the place that we called home,

Always saying there was so much more,

But where I never saw, and always failed to ask,

I think she thought she wouldn’t have been sick,

If she hadn’t lived there,

But I know she would still be, 

No matter where she did dwell.

 

Sometimes I would feel sad,

Because I know my time with her would end,

That one day she would be so sick,

She wouldn’t get back out of bed,

I feel this time has come,

 

She’s been in bed a long time now,

Her skin has lost its tan,

She’s so white and fragile now,

I’m afraid I’ll break her if I touch her,

I was told even though she sleeps, she can still hear me,

So I tell her lots of tales,

And all my darkest secrets,

I swore her never to tell,

That I wish that she were well,

 

Lately everyone around has been so sad,

So many tears- I don’t understand,

Is she finally going away?

From this place that she called hell?

Is she finally going to be free from pain,

And actually fly away?

 

I’ll guess she may have already,

Maybe that’s why she smiled,

Maybe in her dreams,

She’s flying high in the sky,

 

Sleep now,

And I will do the same,

I know that when I open my eyes,

Yours won’t because your time has finally came.

 

I’ll miss you forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Soft Stepping

Meandering past dusk
Within my solace of dreams
Across this garden of roses and vine
Luminous and vibrant
Yearning life anxiously
Each a soft dreaming infant
Stepping amid buds and blossoms
Extolling the blushing rose
Oblivious to shoots crushed under my feet
I render innocent futures extinct


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 | Rhyme | |

Judas Iscariot

A.W. Nutter

Morning grass laden with diamonds
Reflecting light as the sun ascends
Sleep riddled muscles slow to respond
Fear shoved aside as hunger transcends

Past sins continue to haunt the present
Forever trapped in an earth bound hell
The plague of suffering is heaven sent
My soul imprisoned in a living shell

Born to a sadist, another reprobate
Life a facsimile of countless others
Reincarnation, my preordained fate
Symbolic murders in my thirtieth year

Breeze caressing, naked legs and chest
Involuntarily shivering from the cold
God's retribution, collecting his debt
As this day of torture begins to unfold

My master approaches giving me a kiss
Before he begins carving away the skin
Eons of screams, echoing in the abyss
No salvation offered, no remission of sin


Details | Haiku | |

BUNNY

    -Bunny Hole- by:SKAT

hidden muddy home
dirty paws, good boy' good boy!
yummy with carrots :)

----------------------------

  -Unwanted Fluffiness- by:PD

Big Brown Burlap Bag
drop Bunnies down By the Bay
Better off -Blue grave



~SKAT & PD~


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Trick

(THE GHOST)

With the open, naked eye,
Pure death approaches!

Incredibly hollow, kick the bucket long ago
No, whiff nor smell when “THE GHOST” is around.
Abuses the whiteness, in which exists inside these sheets.
It can be the cost and the reason of your overdose in question.

Go ahead and dig your own grave.
I have already commissioned your headstone.
You won’t be remembered,
The aftermath this GHOST creates, will leave you babbling, even in your crate.
This is that whiteness you do not want to feel or taste.

Once he or she was a nobody, is now “The Infamous Ghost!”
The one that lives within your ‘Indian Hollow Walls.’
The Ghost’ leaves heat behind in your room.
It prowls around, leaving you within a near death experience every night.
This' ghost left behind will wreak havoc on your soul,
Shh! Listen to your walls, they speak quite a bit. 
Once you find yourself with broken wind, and watery eyes.
Do not think this is your maker in the process.
‘The Ghost’ with eyes so potent compels a numbing stare!

If there really is such a thing as reincarnation,
Then you had better think that this ghost was a ghost in its own past life.
‘The Ghost’ can have you breathing out tears so intense.
Leveling your entire room, with a moat surrounding your bedded kingdom.
Not even your frightened watery dripping eyes will salvage your soul.
Nothing will come in handy before you die.
‘The Ghost’ will incinerate on your obituary.
                   
                 … It will read…

“There is nothing to Fear but Fear itself! “Said: Franklin D. Roosevelt!”
That, and the fear is all this fearless 'Ghost will leave behind.
 It will have you thinking in rational fear.
                    (RIP)

-Skat's Poetry-


Details | Free verse | |

Raven Now Among The Dead

.
The scent of Tube Roses
Is so overpowering 
From the bouquet 
That is on the casket
Allergeric nasal passages swelling 

                              The dress that my family chose
                              For me to wear is so lovely
                              I just adore black silk and organdy

Can't wait until I can get up
I want to play with my gun
Target practice for a while
I want to be prepared to kill
That man who left me at the alter
Seeing him in his grave will be so gratifying

                               The sound of the hearse coming is so clear
                               Even though it is so far away
                               So little time here on this earth
                               Wanted my life to be so different
                               The hearse is getting close

Tonight I will get to play
In the graveyard where my love does lie
When the hearse arrives 
They will take me away
To rest in peace so they say

                                But I'll roam the graveyard
                                Where my former lover lies
                                I'll wait for his ghost to rise
                               Then I'll blow him away on this eve
                               I will do it once again with ease




Constance La France's Among The Dead Constest
Written by; Sara Kendrick


Details | Lanterne | |

Fried Green Tomatoes The Movie

He 
did not
Bar-be-que
Frank to hide death
Did??


Details | Sestina | |

Raven's Love and Hope Kept Alive

Part II



“I walk a decrepit graveyard alone, in mists stirred by contrast winds
As a storm brews, I am grateful that I know in my heart he's alive 
Skies bream with promise of torrent rain and shelter must be found
It appears; I’ve lost my shawl, and feel the cold chill even as I dream
I’m convinced it’s due to the storm; not because I walk amidst the dead
Further, I see through clammy mist a mausoleum, looms in the silence 

As I near those rusty iron gates, leaves rustle loud in the silence 
And I picture armed vagrants once here, perhaps chased by the winds
Now I rest assured, I am alone as I search this place of the dead
Painful moans erupt from within; my heart leaps; could it be, he's alive?
‘Who are you?’ My hear raced fiercely, convinced, this concludes my dream 
Intermittent moonlight cast upon the floor, My Ross, at last is found!”


In a tomb her Ross laid in the silence; by love and hope kept alive
Calling upon soft summer winds; manifested in persistent dreams 
Which resounded that among the dead, her beloved would be found

~*~
By Annalise Brigham
For: A Rambling Poet’s “Among the Dead” Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

The Temptress Of The Cliff

The heaven's lanterns she commands,
The harmony of ocean's harp.
Her moonlit shadow firmly stands,
And merges at the hem of scarp.

As I approach, afraid to speak,
Her illustration disappears.
Alone I brave the mountain peak,
Her cosmic voice still in my ears.

Express'd within the spectral mist,
Her tender kiss, conveyed so soft.
And on her words, I do subsist;
A multitude of miles aloft.

I then behold the sight surreal,
And ponder secretly my choice:
"Shall I take flight? (My fate I'll seal),
Or will I die a silent voice?"

My reasoning was then postponed.
Her beck'ning gaze that I adhere,
Came back to seize my love, dethroned.
Her sympathy was so austere.

I saw the sky, in half was split.
Beheld the universe immense.
Her fragrance rendered counterfeit
In face of harsh liquid incense.


I spied the Owl in the monsoon,
And glimpsed the Lark with grace outdone.
The former dancing with the moon,
The latter weeping for the sun.


And in her treason, I confide,
In holding on to but her arm.
The temptress of the cliff, my bride,
Will keep me far away from harm.

And so we danced on sky-high rocks,
The temptress of the cliff and I.
Disregarding all the clocks
That once beguiled us from the sky.

And on this cliffside masterpiece,
I felt my life was then complete.
With all my joy and inner peace,
I plunged a hundred-thousand feet.

She stood there singing to the draft,
High up that rocky balcony.
With her success, she cruelly laughed
At my stalemate epiphany.

Temptation preys on ill of wit.
So brook your life's pathetic tiff.
Above all things, do not submit
To her, the temptress of the cliff.


Details | Imagism | |

ADRIFT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Poetra Jah~


Details | Limerick | |

Serial Killer A Limerick

There once was a serial killer His life was one sickening thriller From the bodies he’d saves And the ones in the graves His life was one bloody chiller Tho his mental state wasn’t quite normal And his social skills never that formal He loved people to pieces Even after life ceases With dead bodies he does like to dabble Now that sounds rather creepy you say That killing is how one spends his day While it’s not quite a profession More like an obsession In the end they’ll come take him away
AgMoore©
Authors note: This was done as an exercise, we were given certain words (a wordle ) and it was the writers choice what form to put them in and how to use them.


Details | Personification | |

Charm of Death

Nothing can substitute death
for it is the final destination
and ere you last breath
crystal clear all your abberation.

Rest forever or birth to numb dizziness
as you part, you leave all harms and assaults
people most unatheist, called quick as bless
is perfused, to save him from life's thunderbolts

Long life of people swing as tombs
where none pay heed to temple and churches
who will pay heed to these  scarce living glooms
amidst clowns in whose core only money perches.

The flirt and dirt only thing hatching in heart
and society dwindle with values and morals
each thing lost and perfect human you never wert
lacking natural mankind but adorned with quarrels.

                                                                    AKASH SANGWAN


Details | Limerick | |

out after dark

They warned me what might be in store.
But I heard all those stories before,
how they do not come back,
disappear in the black,
and I find them a colossal bore.

So I wade out at dusk with my vest,
bamboo rod and a hat with a crest.
Oh, so sure, that this time,
I will hook on my line
the one catch that will prove who is best!

When they found me, the next afternoon,
my remains made the search party swoon.
So, take heed and beware!
Do not venture or dare
to trespass his domain- BLACK LAGOON.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hedgehog Written for my two little grandaughters

The Hedgehog

The Hedgehog went for a walk one day.

Off out all on his own, What can I say.

He crossed the road but he forgot to look left and right.

He didn’t see the car, In his sight. 

It ran him over now he’s dead.

So we buried him, With a little cross, made out of lollipop sticks which read. 

Hedgehogs dead.  

Written for my two little Grandaughters. 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Self-Portrait of Life


As I draw my eyes I think about what I have seen, what I have witnessed, what I have turned my eyes away from with but a blind stare, and all those special moments I missed that done passed and gone, but above all I think about what I have yet to see when I die.
 As I draw my face and hair I think about I think about how the "Great One Above" has made me what color skin that I am and how he has shaped my attitude into what my life has become and what society and environment I was placed and grew up in around which culture or cultures I have become or unknowingly integrated.
 As I draw my ears I think about what I have heard, what I am still hearing and what I choose not to hear among the many noises surrounded within ones hearing, but above all I think about what death has sounded like not in just one but many different loud but yet still very silent noises around one.
 As I draw my body I think about what my body has endured, what it has failed to do so many times but also what it has finally conquered and still yet to conquer in a world of complete competition with sports so violent and unforgiving for winning does not forgive losers in a world striving to be winners.
 As I draw my hands I think about how they have created so much but also trying not to think about how much they too have destroyed. I think about how I can easily create bad more than the good like an addiction that cannot be stopped among an addicted world full of fiends waiting to get their fix….but above all as I draw these words of life I think about how the heck I am still here today writing about it…..how I am still here enduring it and how I am still here even to share it…Thank You “Great One Above”…..


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


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The Pencil Sharpener

I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?

I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?

There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead

I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead

I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!

The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn

I, the sleeper and dreamer 
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me 


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Raven Undone

I

Take a step back, your Muse will die this night
          Curse echoing loudly in Raven's ear:
                        Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           How can it be? Her Life looking so bright?
           Plunged into darkness, imprisoned by fear
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night

Envious witch acting out of sheer spite,
black-haired beauty's bane, which way shall she steer?
              Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           No clear-cut choice for troubled Raven's plight,
           should Muse be killed to save a love so dear?
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night

Double-edged sword where iron wills fight
A split she contemplates, she sheds lone tear
              Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           Tear gives birth to rain, she weighs what is right
           Lover and Muse helpless as Death loomed near
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night
                        Take a step forward, your Muse will find light


II

Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below
Ink rain mars sky, as deep flood waters rise
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

T e e t e r ing, unsure…but her fear doesn’t show
Blood in her veins stop flowing, crimson ice
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below

Pen plunges deep, heart dealt with harsh blow 
Her survival, is what she would surmise
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

Winds lash, thunder crashes, but embers glow
Hope buried in soul lights fire in eyes
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below

Heart bursting at seams, but ink stops its flow 
Raven wonders whether love would suffice
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

Raven’s undone, doesn’t know where to go
Step back, step forward…she stands still as ice
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know


***
--nikko :) 
for Constance's Among the Dead contest 







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The Bully Part 1

The Bully

27 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
 me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







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Loves deadly spell

Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life

Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never

a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"

Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?


Details | Rhyme | |

Demon of the Night

A. W. Nutter

In the darkness is where I love to dwell
Atrocities performed will send me to hell
A ladies perfume assaulting my senses
My mind visualizing the sensual caresses

She walks alone on a moonlit night
Unaware of the demon hidden out of sight
Grabbing her quickly, muffling her objections
Excitement builds as I gain her submission

No hero to save this damsel in distress
As the blade of my knife shreds her dress
Naked and vulnerable, I tie her to the stone
Many have died on this sacrificial throne

Pleading for mercy only fuels my desire
My passion building with an internal fire
Only one way to quench the erotic flame
To her body and soul, I must lay claim

Holding her tightly, I gaze into her eyes
The cold steel slowly piercing her side
Advancing toward the girls racing heart
Needing to be ready when her soul departs

Writhing in pain, my lady meets her death
My lips on hers catching the final breath
The soul acquired, sexual release attained
Falling from the stone, physically drained

Dawn shines a light on my transgression
For a lingering moment I ponder salvation
I feel the perversion rekindling the flame 
Powerless to stop this erotic game


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over and over agin

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


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The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!


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Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


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My Last Day To Live

If it was my last day to live,
All my earning to the poor I would give.
There's a few things I would enjoy,
And share God's love with every girl & boy.

If it was my last day on earth,
I would of hug & kiss all who I hurt.
I'll apologize for every bad thing I said,
Because I have little time, next day I'm dead.

If it was my final day to love,
I would give my girlfriend all she deserve.
Not forgetting my family of seven,
Because they'll need it while await a place in heaven.

If it was my last time to cry,
I would do it until my tear well dry.
I'll weep for the moment I hardened my heart,
And for the emotional eras that I fought.

If it was my last day to run,
I would of sprint until my energy done.
I'll jump over every standing wall,
And get up & run again each time I fall.

How would I forget my last day to eat,
Every last delicacy I would defeat.
Chips & chocolate I would devourer by the case,
Better belly burst than junk food waste.

A few more minutes I live a day to the fullest,
Beep beep I'm going into cardiac arrest.
Everyone's shouting but don't bother I'm going,
Signs of life, no longer I'm showing.

Many a things I missed on my last day,
But in a far place I look & stay.
My final day was indeed great,
Hope for heaven's gates I am not late.


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Free verse | |

'my nightmare'



I walked around for hours
hoping it was a dream 
that my life will go back to normal 
as soon as I open my eyes

I could feel them looking at me
with pity on their faces

damn don't they know I don't need it 
it is just a dream 
can't they see the smog?

Vision so hazy it can only be a dream 

the maze just has no ending 
I need to get away 
away from all the shadows 
away from yesterday 

what is that thing about
if you wish hard enough 
it will come true 

I wonder if I wish to start things over
will she still be next to me?

I still see her face
all cut up 
guess it's not a dream 
I can see it all so clear

damn I wish I took her with the car 
that day 
instead of her going by train

please God, please 
can we go back? 
can we go back to yesterday? 

When her laughter made me laugh 
when her touch made me feel all warm inside
with just a simple touch I knew that I was home

damn I wish this was a dream 
that she could walk through our front door.. 

Our house no longer a home 
just an empty space 
her footsteps has gone quiet 

they say it will get easier
when,  please tell me when?

this aching need to have her close by - 

 will be a distant dream

I’m tired, 
so very tired
of putting up a brave face 
when I know she's watching me 
just crumbling away

damn I wish this was a dream 
and she would wake me up 

with the words - 

"Honey, 
 I brought you, your morning cuppa"


280820110000

*I initially wrote this from a guy's
perspective for a contest which required 
us to use a pseudonym :)* 

Written by Wilma Neels


Details | Lyric | |

The Night Walk.

                                                                                   **A WINNING POEM**


That night, my heart pleaded i should
Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's 
Old inn.
Enormous was my concern to reach home 
And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet.
About "create your own form, may be?"
I embraced the night and darkness mingled 
With my eyes;

Yonder are night workers,
Here and there they wander,
Seaching for who to plunder,
Oh! what a mighty wonder.
Look at that  supermarket,
And a man with a mask,
Gun and matchet,
He most be a burglar,
Oh! i must be undercover,
Or else i step into danger,
For the night is in dark anger.

"Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim,
Something must have wrought a cry,
Who will be the rescue?
For me, this night walk must linger.
Look at the police, having me as an 
Accomplice, they need my identity and money,
Yet yonder is the victim crying....

Look over there! drug users
Assembling in dark corners,
Swaying like feathers,
In the midst of their daily rituals,
That is never beneficial,
Oh! blind earth leading to an open death.
Group upon groups, stationed in their post,
Looking so malicious, looking so vicious, 
Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter,
Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter.
Charles melody has seen wonder
And endless palaver.

Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone,
Men eager and bold,
Heads bounce like ball,
Suddenly, calmness......
Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict?
Lord when will these pass over?
For i am likening to salt in water,
Never to calm and ponder,
The night walk seemed not to be over. 

For the night is in dark anger....


BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink)                  **14TH PLACE IN
 CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST,
 WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC".
===============================
The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness." 
i formed it so because the thought kept coming
 like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind,
i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little
African village and the war that covered it.
For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Poetic PRESCRIPTION:

                               NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
                               Rx *7563287      BEC 11/11/11      
Seems to me,
what you need 
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction

Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:

      ( <_____PUSH & TURN_____> )

Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain 

Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains 

                  WARNING!!!
-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy 
attempting to read while operating machines... 
will cause you to drive lousy.


Details | Rhyme | |

desiring the Vampire

                 
                 It was the Southern French window blowing open 
                    he came in the night no word spoken 
                The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
                     he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker

               I will soon die unsure of my fate 
                  my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
               This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
                  even if he is not a man but a beast 
                I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood

                 As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room 
                   I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen 
                 Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful 
                      feeling like I'm in a forever dream  

                    I wait for him too enter 
                       I wait for him
                                  willing to die 
                               I wait losing my Religion
                                   The Vampires offering am I              
                                   
                          

                 " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain 


Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

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








Details | 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 | Rhyme | |

Bedtime Prayer

Bedtime Prayer
A. W. Nutter

Now I lay me down to sleep

Praying for protection from personal fears
Hands trembling as the night draws near
Fighting sleep to avoid an unsecured mind
Where the demons are free and unconfined

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Spirit broken, forced into submission
Withdrawing from the pain and humiliation
Nightmares vanish as I suddenly awaken
Two hours of sleep and physically shaken

If I should die before I wake

Swallowing two pills sitting beside my bed
Trying to kill the shadows inside my head
Spiritual trip to hell will be especially rough
Taking all the pills, praying they’ll be enough

I pray the Lord my soul to take


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Questioning Life

Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention...
To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall.
In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, 
Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole.
Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, 
the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! 
Infusion connection the union eternal, 
Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole,
is truly encountered from deep within query
The meaning the truth the love of it all...
Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing,
The clear light of being shows beauty once more.
Accept what is given agree to the treaty.
Fight not with your fears, and answer your call.
Find substance in living, step over delusions. 
Regardless of meaning, life’s radiance will soar.
So use this awareness these words and this practice,
Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall..
When sad and when empty in need of intention,
No doubts I plead! No need to explore!
Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings,   
Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... 
Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one!
In oneness we’re whole! 


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Haiku | |

Awe Man

<                                 life's bare essentials
                                   can become some great assets
                                   in dires time need

                                  predator or prey
                                  endangerment of species
                                  remains that of man 




Entry For John Freeman's 
Haiku/Senryu 
Natural And Beyond Contest 
G.L. All                               


Details | Free verse | |

THE HAUNTING

Entombed behind isolation walled
 Prison,
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
 Covenant.
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
 Tormentor.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
 Captivity.
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
 Aftershock.
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting  your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through


Details | Epitaph | |

Winter Is Over My Dove

Here lies Sara
Poetry she did savor
Song of Solomon
Her favorite verse
This love story uncommon
In this she would immerse
"Come away my love"
For winter is over my dove


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | Lyric | |

In my corrupt stead

Draped from her body, they sparkle like gold. Tear soaked and smothered, in lies that she's told. She wears them ashamed, but she wears them with grace. To cover the pain, that is etched in her face. 
  It's her mark, it's her passion, her reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as pathetic can be. 
  For the last time I saw her, was the last place she laid. Where I held her so close, deep down in her grave. No more to be seen, no more to betray. Damned and unheard, while she cried out in vain. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted. 

Etched in his body, the scars will remain. Blood soaked in madness, he's nearly insane. He wears them in anger, but he wears them with pride. To expose to the world, all his hate that's inside. 
  It's his mark, it's his passion, his reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as cruel as can be. 
  But the last place I saw him, was the last time he raged. Where I beat him and broke him, deep down in his grave. No more to be seen, no more to be heard. Damned and destroyed, underneath all his dirt. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted.

Now sift through my ashes, gather up all my bones. Let him without sin, cast the first stone. Pile me up in a bucket, and leave me to stay. So I can face my creator, on my judgement day. 
 It's my life, it's my passion, it's what I believe. As misunderstood, as reckless can be. 
  For the last time you saw me, was the last time I prayed. Where I dug my own hole, and laid down in my grave. No more to be hated, no more to be feared. For in my corrupt stead, an angel appeared. 


Details | Senryu | |

Death of the Bride of a Frankenstein

His lovely monster

Stitched and gilded fell apart

From his staunch patterns


Details | Narrative | |

Drowning in The Sky

                 - Cutting The Rest of The Frayed Lines Slack With Pointed Rust -
              - They Fell and Tangled Into Themselves, Isolating Him From Entirety -
                                                                 
He Pushes a Little Wooden Craft into Water Rippled 
With The Night, and Climbs Into The Unsturdiness.

                        - The Ripples Take Him From The Shore -

Subtle Pieces of Jagged Rock mould themselves Into
Shadows, Underneath the Crescent of The Horizon.

                         - Voyage to the Dark -

He Can't Stop Thinking, He Can Never Stop Thinking.
Even in The Middle of Nothing He is Laced with Thought.

                         - Weight of Life -

It Burdens Him With The Tremendous Knowledge That
He is Forced To Live, Misunderstood By Love. 

                         - Camels Spine Snaps -

Purposely Damning His Own Vessel By Stabbing The
Floor Repeatedly in Large Thought out Punctures.

                         - Influx of Grief -

Drowning, Drowning, Drowning in His Little Wooden Boat
All Strewn Through With The Holes of His Ill Intent.

                         - Drinking Salt -

Struggling and Fighting The Liquid Soaks into His Lungs,
His Hands Start to Move Slower, His Legs Give Way.

                         - Ceaseless Struggle -

His Body Shuffles and Slumps Up Against The Stern,
His Vision Focuses on the Light Silking Through the Air.

                         - Radiating The Sink Holes -

When The Sea Had Finished Rippling, The Stars Were No
Longer Distorted and Cast Themselves upon it's Surface.

                         - Replicating Them Perfectly -

His Little Wooden Corpse Carrying Boat, all Strewn Through 
With Holes, But Surrounded By Light, It'll Carry Him Forever...

                         - ...Sailing Between Two Skies -












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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Distillery I rented from John Stienbachs ghost

                    It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
            I believe I was lifted a destiny in writing 
                I would vibrantly pursue .
             Renting a cottage once in Monterey Bay
           this cottage special in some way
          
            The very minute moving.. I felt a presence 
                      giving me no serenity , no rest 
                            feeling I were a quest ~

                 After desiring this home so                            
                      telling the Realtor ~ I made a mistake     
                     She told me be calm ~
                        many have said this before you 
                               ~ this haunt was not a new 

                  For once lived a Writer ~well respected Gent
               His cottage a distillery during the time of prohibition.

                  Many Gents and Ladies came to this cottage 
                      unlawfully gamble & drink through the night
                    Who would think , Doc Ricketts in Cane & Hat
                               it was a party by moon light  ~
                      
                              In the back a distillery hidden in a old shed
                                    many Alcoholics were fed ~
 
                         The ghost popular quite the Ladies man ~
                                I was honored while feeling displaced  

                                 For those who have not read my poems 
                                    ~   and this may be new. 
                                          This really happened ~
                      The ghost of John Steinbach rented me his home True
                                   
 

                  Yvette & The ghost of John Steinbach's  , Teamwork  9/14/2013 
    


Details | Free verse | |

A Yellow Rose

A young fallen dishearten

father slowly plucked the

yellow rose from off

the bush to take to

his young son's grave,

to morn each day

for this young child

that was taken from

him so early, is more

than this man can take

only thing that keeps

him going is someday

they will meet again

up there in glory land,

until then he will place

a yellow rose on

this lonely grave

each day, until

the roses are all

gone.

Written 6-30-11


Details | Imagism | |

The Beat Of Your Own Drum

Roaming around lonesome with no friend to speak 

My days have reached there peak 

I can and only think 

To express this missing lost trink 

With destanys that have not been seen 

From the likes of any beings 

I cease to exist now with altered perception 

indefinitely striving measuring up a certain perfection 

My etheric body which does not have a physical form 

Is on a path that cannot be walked upon 

This cannot be seen, heard or felt 

But can only be reached by knowing ones self


Details | Free verse | |

Hollow Bones

The deeper the grave. 
The darker the secret.
Blind faith comes to mind.
As I speak of this in time.
Childhood memories on my mind.
Early - morning wind cuts down ,
the lonely countryside.

As a stray memory comes passing by.
The wind blows thru my hair.
As I walk into the graveyard.
The bones I see are hollow there .
As they invite me to their party at midnight.
And we dance in the hollow night forever more.


Thursday 3pm   7/ 18/ 2013    

As I was writing ,my grand daughter ask if I'd read what I wrote. She then ask "could she tell me the rest of poem?  The last  "5" lines my 6 yr old g-daughter dictated to me .


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a message in a bottle.
My words throttle in waves of desolate emotion.
As common at it may be,
the moral to the message at sea is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a baby walking without a waddle.
My words throttle in falls of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral of the waddling baby is "Chance".
To whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a sponsor less model.
My words throttle in bankrupts of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral to the model's degree is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
The chances of my letter reaching you are slim.
Because of my desolate emotions, I try any how.
As common as it may be,
It's by chance that one day you might hear me
Sincerely, To Whom it may concern


Details | Free verse | |

The Last Oak Leaf

My heart goes out to the last Oak leaf
The one that clings until the early spring
When the buds swell giving a nudge
The last leaf that falls onto the earth 

The new bud full of vitality__youth comes forth
To experience life_spring green_then summer's depth
Fall comes to it bringing the color of autumn russet
The cycle has nearly gone full circle__winter slowly moves in the last leaf falls


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Damned

Her devilish eyes beat at me 
taking flesh with every blow,her 
rendered heart beat sounds like 
tribal drum rolls an her skin 
drips venom from its pores , I 
find myself helpless and 
paralyzed , everything else 
seems trivial and meaningless 
to this moment,..she exhales 
smoke and lightning flows from 
her finger tips ,she is the 
antichrist the source of my 
device, but I can't help but give 
her my heart,I question my gift 
but remain entranced caught in 
her red moonlit ritual 
dance,sight of her is blinding , 
she is what Every man  desires 
but can't reach, it feels like 
heaven but I sweat from the 
heat,the pain she inflicts is 
bitter sweet an burns like salt 
in a wound ,she is gods most 
regretted creation born for the 
night with a hunger that cannot 
be fed,hold her down chain her 
up she cannot be contained , 
pentagrams burn white in her 
eyes,she's a shape shifting 
voodoo angel that sleeps with 
vipers ,yet I seek her and 
desire her with every thread of 
my existence and have turned 
into an insomniac who day 
dreams of her , cut by the 
thorns of the rose she wears in 
her hair , always the day of the 
dead and raining razorblades, 
the tree limbs reach out for my 
embrace but every one of them 
are shadowed with her face,I 
close my eyes I can always find 
her there , lay with her in the 
ground every breath she takes 
is sin ,she's a black rosé that 
cannot be changed a black rosé 
that cannot be contained , 
ashes to ashes dust to dust I 
cut my heart to be with her and 
bleed undying trust,it's only 
her....everything else I feel is 
not real .....


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Leaves

Trees shed

Their Autumn Leaves.

 

Autumn Leaves-

That fall,

That twirl

And then embrace the ground.

 

Autumn Leaves-

That flood

The pathways I tread

And the horizon I see.

 

Amidst them, I halt

Amongst them, I sit,

Stare and admire

Them as they shower from trees.

 

I listen to them,

As they rustle,

And cuddle

In the soothing autumn breeze.

 

Wondrous it is to listen

To the tales they tell,

Tales spelled in their toungless accents

Tales that are the soul of each of those

Falling, twirling, rustling

Autumn Leaves.


Details | Senryu | |

That Sucks

<                                     on your own death bed 
                                       you couldn't even admit ........
                                       that you were married














Entry For Paula Swenson's Contest 
Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Heaven's Doorway

This long journey has lasted a lifetime.
And I’ve stopped many times on the way.
Taken detours I’m not very proud of.
Some that led me a little astray.

Now my travels have all been concluded.
I have finally reached the last door.
Will my spirit be cleansed as I enter?
Like the ocean waves clean up the shore.

There’s a peacefulness floating around me.
A strange mist that obscures a clear view.
And a light up ahead shining toward to me.
Like a signal that’s coaxing me through.

There’s a warmth that surrounds me so sweetly.
And it’s lifting me close to the light.
I am not really sure how I know it.
But I feel I will soon be all right.  

While I stand to be judged for my actions.
I recall all the good and the bad.
All the love that I gave and was given.
Every sorrow that I ever had.

Will I be reunited with loved ones? 
Are they waiting on the other side?
Do they know that I’m coming to join them?
For this final and ultimate ride.


Details | Free verse | |

The Justice of the Crossroads

They've hung on him a For sale tag
He's wearing a stale old plastic bag
And the rest of him is in rags
The whole world passes by him
Stops and stares, or points at whim
Mad Marley stands there everyday 
Without  a job without the pay
He knew no place but where he stood 
On that busy trafficked crossing road
He was waiting for something to happen there
Perhaps the justice that the judges couldn't spare
Of some  long forgotten clash of cars 
That had claimed his life and all its hours
So there he stood all the time
As the crowd of cars grew in line
Then one day, a day like any other 
He saw a car hit another
And out fell a man, the man with the scar
Who had killed his wife and children with his car
A drop of blood trickled down the man's nose
Mirroring Mad Marley's teardrops as he rose
He removed his for sale tag and plastic bag
Took out the bullet that, for these 18 years he had, had
And the rusted barrel of the gun
He had sworn he would use to avenge his son

Mad Marley fell on the pavement alone and dead
With the bullet lodged inside his head


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

<       Hands and feet nailed
         face so pale now
         tears hale down cheeks


Details | Rhyme | |

the Racist Heaven

As I slashed my wrists wide open
I smiled and could not wait for heaven
I beckoned for my love that a child once knew
I cried as the pain took over

Satan met me at the front door
He slipped on a banana peel that I left from before
I laughed and cried as the tears were of pain
I wished the devil himself would regain
Stand up for those that were cast out of hell
Stand down for those that would set heaven a spell
And relive the anguish of your boycott from jail
And smile as I run my pride though your nails
The ones I used on the lord when he was reborn
When he banished me from home for the belief was not sworn
I care not for you my son of taboo
I die now with you as we kill each other true
Your racist heaven with your laws and your rules
Speak true of your lies as you write another you
And tell your despise to the ones that follow the clue
I die alone for I died with truth
And the crying satan felt my love for him was due
And we both hold hands as we prepare to slip by
Our hearts become one as the racist heaven lets us die


Details | I do not know? | |

Somewhere We Don't Know

Beneath this gloomy sky, I can feel the warmth of that shy sun hiding between the clouds,
while sick breezes of hope ached the loneliness the dwells in the heart, mercilessly
burned the only memory that’s left of tomorrow, and I .. I was just trying to smell the
air of the eclipsed dawn, trying to breathe what is remained to breathe till I cross the
finish line.

And a touch of grief brought tears to the eye, seeing the life that had been shrouded in
somewhere else, oh, what have I missed! What have I missed in this cruel land!

So many joys I saw that never were mine, so many pains that bruised my nights, yet I never
thought they will be mine, and still I yearn for a life I believe exists in somewhere we
don’t know.

And so I closed my eyes beneath the wings of night, departing away, forsaking my deluded
dreams, burying my soul with the ashes of love and life, with all the dust of what is left
behind, sleeping silently as if no one will ever know that I was here in somewhere they
don’t really know.

"I hope you enjoy it :)"
you can find all my writing at my blog website "Echoes"
http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


Details | Rhyme | |

Ever lasting

Seek and ye shall find
But truth exists in the contrived
Concealed in the equation
There is no static explanation
Complicated theories created to define
What has always existed with or without your human mind
To perceive or try to grasp this intelligent design
We seek the architect, searching for the blueprints
But secrecy quite crucial to protect us from ourselves
You want to know, but if you know
You just signed your death sentence
Humans must have unanswered questions to explore
To solve the riddle of creation serves no purpose, will only bore
It must remain something that can't be figure out
It's mystery, not conclusions, appetite for more
Insatiable meditation, intellectual life support
Driven by curiosity to covet information
This never-ending story has no book of Revelation
We live in an expanding, infinite universe
We can't understand it, cause being mortal's a curse
Handicapped in finite, contradictory to forever
Apocalyptic scenarios are made up so we feel better
But there's really no such thing as the end of time
The universe is not subject to the doom of human kind
In fact it grows everyday like kudzu on the vine
Fear not, for you still have a great opportunity
To overcome death and reach immortality
Instead of a tombstone try leaving a legacy
And live in the minds of generations to come
They will all contemplate how you did what you done


Details | Rhyme | |

A Halloween Scene: The Morning After

I hope you slept well. I hope you slept tight
I hope the creepy crawlies didn't come in the night
Did you open your eyes? Did you take in the sight
Of a hovering figure, pale and white?

Did you feel the cold breath? Did you feel the sharp bite?
Did the moaning and screaming give you a fright?
Did you show all your fear? Did you hide in the light?
As your wide eyes and shivering make them excite.

Did you hear from outdoors, victims’ helpless calls?
Did you hear your name echo outside in the halls?
Did you feel the cold slime 'drip - drip' on your head?
Did you notice the finger tips crawl round your bed?

Were there hand prints and puddles the colour of red?
Were there blood trails of foot prints from the undead?
If you woke up and saw none of what I just said
I'm sure they'll return to your dreams instead

That night may be over but there'll be many more
The undead do not rest; it's what they live for
They thrive on the hunt with a dribbling jaw
So keep your ears open for that creak of your door

Watch for the long fingers that be unforeseen
That creep round the corner, all scaly and green
I'm just happy I lived to tell the tales I've seen
I just hope you all had a Happy Halloween.


Details | Narrative | |

Spoiled by Carson Eelman- 7th grader

A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt


Spoiled
by Carson Eelman


The nursery is a curious place
a place where dreams came true
inside lied an African Veldt.
In there the leaves would sway,
as the grass danced in the wind,
the lions roar, the sun beats hot,
it seems so real but know it's not.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The power of imagination,
can be a wonderful thing,
full of magic, fun, and wonder;
but it can turn to darkness as well.
The nursery became corrupted,
with thoughts of death,
becoming real to Mom and Dad.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The called a man
to see what's wrong
but honestly he wasn't sure.
He said they should take a break,
and so the father said,
"Shut down the house,
     we are ready to go," 
         but the kids said "Please No!"

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

They couldn't let it happen,
so they locked both inside.
The parents screamed and banged,
but to no reply.
The lions came and they were gone.
Peter and Wendy flashed a wicked grin,
then settled down and ate a meal.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.


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 | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see

You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Blank verse | |

Losing Sight

Why was I given these eyes that hide 
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching 
For an honest soul?
It feels as though we're wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though we're submerged in longing 
Ever drowning in our thirst.

Why was I given these eyes that grope
For another’s warmth,
When love is fired through a gun,
Or taken from a calloused hand;
Sight has cursed my heart to see
The naked spent to dust.

Blindness,
Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more.
I will not see their tears through mine,
I will not see their laughter;
I will not see their careless words,
Looking dumbly after.
I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes.
I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries;
They’ll all be black to me.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/11/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

The Tin Man

They said he had no heart at all.
They said he felt no pain.
The stone-faced man just gave the facts.
No feelings would he feign.

He talked of floods and accidents.
He spoke of deadly quakes.
There were reports of surgeries.
He spoke of bites from snakes.

But then one day a war broke out.
It was one of the worst.
The man that was most seasoned.
He would report it first.

And so the tin man was sent out.
Across the world he flew.
He would report of countries torn.
A place where hatred grew.

Day and night, the two sides fought.
The massacre was brutal.
Leaders said they saw no hope.
They said the talks were futile.

One night the man reported late.
The sun was going down.
The light was still enough to see.
The story done in town.

The bullets came from everywhere.
Small fires raged around.
The camera man had focused in.
It seemed there was no sound.

The little girl had stumbled out. 
She could have been his own.
Her face had blood, her skin was torn.
The building had been blown.

The girl appeared as in a daze.
But still their eyes did meet.
Amidst the terror all around.
She walked across the street.

She looked just like an angel.
Her dress was burnt and torn.
She held her hands out to the man.
Her face was so forlorn.

Not more than thirty feet away.
His eyes fixed on the girl’s.
A bullet flew and she went down.
The blood had drenched her curls.

The man just stood in silence.
Like time had stopped in space.
The tin man’s heart had melted.
And tears streamed down his face.

They said he never was the same.
The damage pierced his soul.
They said that you could almost see.
How the bullet made a hole.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Why am I here

Why am I here?
I often wonder why I was born. I know of no purpose for me! I call myself an earth angel but truth be told, I’m just a lost soul.
My life filled with uncertainty and fear, never finding a place of comfort and reassurance! Why was I put here for such a life filled with loss and sadness? To spend life lonely seems’ an eternity.
Happiness escapes me, however; at moment’s it feels close. Life closes in snatching the glimpse away as if a cruel joke was just played! I wonder why not me?
I am afraid to live and I am afraid to die! Life has been unkind to me, showing no mercy. How long I have to endure this, I wonder to myself. Then what will death bring to me?
 In time death will bring the unknown. Maybe I’ll be an angel dwelling in heaven. Faith filling my heart and love flowing through my veins surely will lead to a peaceful dwelling place! 
My heart and soul continues to give kindness and direction. Love flows to all those in need filling a void where ever I can. Life and death are of the same sensations filling the air. To know one is to know the other. 
Life is bitter sweet and death is too. Having lived life now I wonder at death. We asked not to be born and we ask not to die! Having both thrust upon us brings life full circle for what reason, I do not know. Yet here I am!
                       Debbie Knapp
                           10-17-11


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Death Of A Believer

        DEATH OF A BELIEVER
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all that few can ever see.

It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.

     Old man, you're numbered to your final breath
      and no one cares for all your sweat and tears,
    your rest is not until it's done in death,
      but keep the faith in what you've done for years.
            © ron wilson


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

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


Details | Epic | |

Endless Time (Part II)

Death rose from his chair and with bow did depart,
vanishing quickly amidst grey early morning mist.
Now with seeming content, I returned to my bed,
tho' long night of dialogue still forefront in mind 
held my slumber at bay washed by an ominous sense.
Compact betwixt Death and myself to reign eternal;
upon my doorstep Death’s presence shall not return.
Slowly, my eyes closed for a much needed rest.

Alone I now sit looking out my windows to ponder,
reflecting on past days and years and millennia,
as endless eons come and go in a twinkling instant.
I consider the pact made with Death in days long ago, 
to wit, I shan’t reveal to save thee endless torment;
but relinquished my due: an honorable end to being.
Consigned, I am, to merely exist like that of Death
feeling not emotions of pleasure, grief, hope, or despair.

I watch the perpetual heavenly stars blink out one by one
leaving only endless dull, unadorned black velvet space. 
And I dole out life’s length to each man, woman, and child;
to each living creature, to the wind and planets and stars.
I will outlast Death, no agreement made on this matter;
here afore life sprouted, remaining long after it withers.
I am to remain steadfast in eternal solitude unchanged,
For I am Time -- infinite, without peer.


Details | Free verse | |

Through the veil

I see you as if reflected
in your dressing table mirrors
or the waters of the old garden pond

You hear me through the echos
or whistling little answers 
things you've not quite placed 
from through the veil
That separates the times of life and death

You see me through the window
In the nature of the robin
Know when I'm around 
through scents you breathe

I leave you little signs
like a solitary pure white feather
Place where you can find it
So you know my love I'm with you
Just a simple little pleasure shows I live

But my dear I wait here for you
As I bless you with my presence
I walk through troubled times right by your side
And I fight the good fight with you in my stride

I see those tears of sadness
When your head is on your pillow
Now that you know I am still with you
Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride
For you know within your conscience I'm your guide


Details | Lyric | |

In My Dreams

In my dreams

I’m still in my dreams
Walking along the streams
The way looks so dangerous
Its stories were so famous
But I’m still in my dreams

I don’t know where I’m going
Just know going to be ruined
I have not control on my mind
Summer is not so fine
But I’m still in my dreams

I saw a shadow looks terrible
Structure is not so visible
I make my steps towards shadow
My feet going to be swallow
But I’m still in my dreams



Weather becomes cool
Shadow is making me fool
I am a little afraid
I think my life has been paid
But I’m still in my dreams

I see a dead body
Where was nobody
This I’m not ready to face
I have to get out of this place
But I’m still in my dreams


By: Allishba Khalid


Details | Lyric | |

The Friendly Neighbor

"Pleased to meet you",a friendly line
I guess you'll be my neighbor for a "little" while
Would you like to come in and have a tasty cup of tea
There is something I should show you 
Something you would not believe
Now strung on a rafter through my affinity
You were a fly caught in a web of 
maletecence when you fell asleep
Revolting from the stench of my malignity
Your barbed wire ripened flesh is only the beginning
Through my ablation of your anatomy
The bewildered expression on your face
shows the pain I thrive to see
Hung upside down,you are gutted pigotry
No one will ever know that it was ever me
Blood bubbles through your ears and gushes out your mouth
Your gargled scream no one will hear
To my binge I am devout
Terror stricken eyes and horror haunted soul
Your blood has bleached the floor since I plotted your demise
Through your fog glazed eyes I see your life deprived
Reflections of my beligerent smile confirms your last good-bye
Your necrology sealed through a macabrish mind
Pleased to meet you,it sure was fine!!!


Details | Narrative | |

Silence, Nested In The Sand

Coming apon, a large desert rock.
Along side, a smaller white rock, 
so I thought. A sun bleached skull, 
nested in the sand. Silence, with
a gentle desert breeze moving my 
many unanswerd thoughts; quickly
race threw my mind. This O'l skull,
once riddled before with dream's,
stolen memories, for ever gone!
A wide open jaw; Imagining, this
poor O'l soul screaming from the 
other side, but never heard. So
I walked away, and wisperd a few
words: Rest now, youv'e been found!

03/07/14   Written By, Larry Berdoo
                         WRITE ON!

                                     

           


Details | Rhyme | |

Apocalypse

Let flesh fall from bone
In this home, all alone
perhaps the jaws of those once gone
will drag my body across this lawn

Let the ashes of society rain
screams, agony, blood, and pain
The dead are alive, and the alive are dead
Perhaps this chaos only lives in my bed

In this wasteland of a once hopeful place
I find myself alone, damn all this cursed space
Stand and fight, or wait to die
perhaps even a bullet to the brain is worth a try?

I can hear in the distance their groans,
Sad, haunting, grotesque moans
These creatures bring chaos its sword
their numbers, their numbers, they must be a horde!

Let flesh fall from bone
my fear, turns me to stone
At the door they now claw
Will I stand, or will I fall?


Details | Sonnet | |

The Black Hound of Destiny (English sonnet in tetrameter)

As darkness takes our souls to hell
what has become of pleasant dreams
when death has tolled its final bell
no one remains to hear the screams.

Gwyllgi calls, the end is near
as demons dance across the land
their laughter chills a heart with fear
for fate has shown her evil hand.

Awash with blood to purify
the world of Man's eternal rage
no longer can our words deny
Gwyllgi's here to close our page.

And no demons shall rape and kill
for evil comes from Man's own will.




Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Doors Will Open

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose

Doors will open, doors will close
Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows

Doors will open, doors will close
Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows 

Doors will close, doors will open
Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin 

Doors will close, doors will open  
Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in 

Doors will close, doors will open
Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin 

Doors will close, doors will open
Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting…
Writing’s a success from deep within
That everyone wants to win!! 

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


Details | Couplet | |

The prison of the keys

And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.

My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.

The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.

The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.

The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.

And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.

In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.

In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.

The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



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

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


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Rhyme | |

Falling into Darkness

Suddenly, he found himself floating through the air. He saw no light and heard no sound, just darkness everywhere. Trying to remember the place where he had been. Although he wasn’t sure it seemed to him that he had sinned. He had committed many crimes in just his few short years. And been the cause of heartaches and many, many tears. Guilty of offenses, he even had lost count. Soon the man would have to face his sins and take account. The man was given chances all throughout his life. Lucky to find love, even he had a wife. But soon he had destroyed their love and she was gone as well. Plunging the man further into evil, where he fell. Then the total darkness started turning bright. He felt that he was being pulled into a warmer light. That’s when he remembered the scene that had occurred. Although it wasn’t very clear, just pieces that were blurred. Again, he had been caught in sin but this time he would pay. For all the lives he’d taken, this was to be his day. There was no place for him to hide no place he could run to. And as he felt the fires burn that was the time he knew.


Details | Haiku | |

End of Days

                                                        war between nations
                                                    rivers overflow with blood --
                                                         the earth convulses

                                                         a crimson sky glows
                                                       meteorites fall like rain --
                                                         hearts fill with terror

                                                           stars fall from the sky
                                                   darkness overcomes the earth --
                                                         screams fade to nothing

                                                            end of days has come --
                                                     all life has been extinguished
                                                             the earth is no more
                                                          

written June 19, 2012 for Gail Doyle's The End of the World/Armageddon contest.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mort De La Mort, The Death Of Death

There is something intoxicating about the absolute stillness of night
I am most at home, at ease, the tell-tale heart of a vampire
Indeed, I have never been anything but, born into this life a demon
Spawned into this life by hate and resentment

I have fed upon everyone I have ever known, everyone I can ever remember
All that was human in those around me, seldom have I not destroyed

I have been merciless, I have been death

 

Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted and who would have known it
Magnificent a creature, a natural born killer, meeting her bloody demise

What was a heart of stone has now started beating to the sound of human dreams

I can only thirst for one thing, with satisfaction impossible elsewhere

Him, my reaper donned in perfect flesh
A powerful being that has broken me so entirely, I have been forced into mortality
I am a mere shadow of the monster I used to be

 

The tragedy that is seeing life with the hearts eyes, I offer myself to him completely.

I will not move, I will not run and I will not hide

Tear me to pieces like I have torn all I have ever encountered, I yearn for it

Every cell in my body begs for our final dance, the Waltz to my own demise
Now, to look upon you would be worth a thousand deaths, and I invite them all
Find me, take me, end me.
I will rest in the memory of your flawless face for eternity, as hell welcomes me with
open arms.


Details | Free verse | |

It Isn't Arcadia but It's Darker Than Hell

This is where death is the child and I it's Laborious hand holder

Jagged night, lean souls
blackened sight in the martyr moon
crooning crows and brazen ravens tear the skies through

Crooked grins and demon walkers make the evil hallow
and the meek surrender

Beads of fear saunter a stream's pace down my tired countenance
The weary die. Her voice bleeds a susurrus...
"Doth thou arrest my poison...my heart...my love"
I only reply true "May I arrest the blade of my weary foe before I arrest thy poison kiss"

There is a place where the mad prophets speak
Where god speaks confused tongue
Where Babylon is anew

This is where death is the child and I it's laborious Hand-Holder


-Kalonji A. Davis
2/18/2010


Details | Rhyme | |

A Halloween Scene

Close your windows; draw the blinds as day turns into night
Shut your door and wrap up warm with a bedside table light

Close your eyes and try to sleep but also stay aware
As what may happen in the night could seem like a nightmare

You'll start to hear the sounds of souls, moaning cries and screams
You sneak a peek around yourself but nothing is as it seems

From the ceiling drip by drip and down the walls it flows
Pools of blood soaked in the rug to ooze between your toes

Ghastly ghouls and grimacing ghosts trapped within their doom
Creep and crawl under your bed and float around your room

They'll slide over your covers and slither in-between
As they wriggle to whisper in your ear...

Have a happy Hallowe'en!!!


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


Details | Free verse | |

STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














Details | Prose Poetry | |

Going Through Non-Emotions

I listened as Ms. Azalea Lee spoke to me 
This is what she had to say…
I sat with the door opened catching the noon day breeze
As a package was delivered by the postman 
That stood there requesting my signature.
I hope its something good the postman said with a grin
Oh he may have been good to others, I said much to my chagrin
This package I had no desire to receive
Today or any day but somehow I knew it was the remains of him
This was supposed to be a joyous day
Expecting a newborn kinsman this eve and it being
The day of my daughter's birth -- I must state
How ironic this day has come in to play
As I received his backward ashes today
I never wanted to hold him in my arms again
Never thought I'd behold his form this way
My once tormentor, feigned lover, never true friend -- hey
No one could say I did not try
Held out the olive branch time after time…
He would just keep trying to burn that branch and my arm 
right along with it.   Even had my mama fooled 
By his falsified charms so bad that it seemed 
She did not care that it was I -- which he continually tried to harm...
Darn, that certainly should come to me as no surprise
As she often did much the same too me as a child
She, picking and pinching with her trying words 
To get a grief stricken tear from this numbed heart of mine
How absurd! Then Ms. Azalea Lee revealed some things to me that
I dare not write for indeed they were enough to horrify...
During that time, I whispered not a peep, for I thought to my self
How could she ever sleep, with all of those emotions balled up inside... 
How strange it was that after the age of 15 she had not truly cried… 
At least until the day her father died and then she went numb again… 
feeling nothing yet still managed to smile
My, how I wished I could share with her, this joy of mine….
How is it that she takes all in stride?
Without a drop of hate inside…  As I bid her goodbye, 
The answer came, she is mine and 
She possesses a strong will to survive.  
I now look back through time at Ms. Azalea Lee
Keeping her stories as they sure had an effect on me…


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Haiku | |

Life Of Death

Death is now Alive
Kid Conceived Deceased
A rebel of life


Details | I do not know? | |

Lament of the soul

Shall we
Lament about the soul
The snap of the branch that you hold onto
When we snap it upon the drum that beats out life
Withered and fickle,
And with the last reverberation of its breaking
The echo dims and dilutes
Our sense of longing

Oh let us lament about the soul
And all it has come to mean
An escape from drifting, that echo never fading;

Oh anchor me 
Dear soul of mine
Anchor me and never let me go
For without you, why without you I would truly be lost
And keep me alive some more to the beating of this drum,

And whence it snaps
In the drunken beating of my life
And the echo booms no longer
I beg you all to lament about my soul
For it has gone
And now I am lost
Drifting with no anchor, and I will find no purchase.


Details | Epic | |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


Details | Rhyme | |

I'M A BIG GIRL NOW

                              Wher's my daddy?Have I done something wrong?
                              But I'll be good ,if he just comes  home
                              And I will stand so proud and say,
                              I'm a big girl now daddy I wont get in your way
                               I  wont be mean any more ,wont kick and scream;
                              Or fall to the floor,Iwont whine or fuss and get you upset 
                              I'm abig girl now daddy ,you'll be surprised I bet;
                               I can sit quietly while at play,daddy I promise ;
                               I wont get in your way;
                               If you come home,I'll be at my best
                              Am I big enough to make such a request?
                              Mommy said that you're up in Heaven
                             'Cause your name was oneof them given,
                              But if you told Jesus,that you couldnt stay;
                              And I'd ask for you back at night when I pray,
                              Then back to our house you will arrive-!
                               See mama, I told you my daddy was alive.


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens 

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Quatern | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

MY LOVELY MUSE

The eye-catching eyes of yours
rippled my heart,
your perfect character
touched me to the marrow,
and the tenderness of your skin
made my carnal body convulse with lust.

I was infatuated_
or was I in love?
About you I fantasised a lot
and even secretly masturbated
to relieve my built-up tension.

You shook the whole of my universe!

Then I beckoned,
and you gave me a nod, a yes,
and we hopped in the same bus
of conjugal relationship.

Ours was the talk of the town,
envied far and near,
everywhere.

And then,
out of the blue,
all of a sudden,
you wanted to go:
you demanded a divorce,
which jolted me out of my senses!

What's the problem? Gossips?
What's my offense? Infidelity?
What's my sin? Adultery?

None? Then why?

Please leave me not,
my muse!
Without you,
I'll die!


Details | Free verse | |

Raining outside today

It’s raining outside today,
Can’t you tell?

Even though the curtains are drawn tight
And the only sound in this silence
is the echo of a stuttering breath
I know
That it’s raining outside today
And I know it by the gloom in my heart.	


Details | Epic | |

Introduction

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

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


Details | Epigram | |

Like A Sytematic Automatic Replay

This record player has a switch
Then there is the pitch and ditch


Details | Tanka | |

Have Your Cake And Eat It Too { Tanka }

                                                  father's day is near
                                           what to buy for dear old dad
                                              cologne tools or clothes
                                           maybe will just suprise him
                                            with a nice father's day cake









Tho Dear Old Dad is gone
He Loved Suprises For Father's Day


Happy  Father's Day 
To All Poetry Soup Dads


RIP Daddy   { 1925-1981}


Details | Verse | |

The Battle Maidens

A guttural yell, his glare on me: “Next you I shall fell, the heathen ye!” Abroad-sword up-held, he made his charge: From gored-haze unmeld, o’er corpses barged. Lurid darkness seeped, into our minds: In frenzy we leaped, our blades malign. Iron imploded, and blood galore: Forsooth Odin sang, of savage chore. Post berserk fray by, mutual expiry: Awesome in the sky, lo! Valkyries! They galloped and soared, spying the dead: The brave they hallowed, so to us said: “You two brutes have fought, zealous causes: ‘fore Ragnarok brought, join our forces!”


Details | Chant Royal | |

Eternal Flame [ minus one stanza and envoi ]

The wicked world, in this age is full of sin,
All youth have a lust for the obscene;
The hour has come to cleanse the skin,
Our bodies, no longer temples, are unclean;
One may find all will feel an eternal wrath
For treading such an erroneous path;
There are innumerable truths one must tell
To save oneself from the scorch of hell;
All humankind shall take the blame-
For creating its own perpetual cell,
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.

We all ride upon the devil’s fin,
Leaving the place God gave us, so serene;
Everyone scowls, not a single grin-
As if all were programmed like a machine,
We head closer towards our fiery bath,
Having followed the ways of the golden calf,
All personalities cease, recoiled into a shell-
As we find ourselves where we will forever dwell;
To us this is no longer a petty game,
We hear a chime, though from no bell;
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.

If only there was a way to win,
If only the planet still has its’ sheen;
If only the starving were not so thin,
We may have breathed in an afterworld of clean,
The antichrist himself approaches, he carries a staff-
As he steps near us, we hear his demonic laugh,
There is a stench, different than any earthly smell;
Some begin to shed tears, some begin to yell,
Many tilt their heads to the ground, with shame,
This fire is permanent, one we cannot quell;
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.

The interminable sorrow shall now begin,
Satan taunts us, growling in a fashion immensely mean;
He brings forth pasts, to everyone’s chagrin,
We pray to our king-God, and to Mary, our queen;
There is no remorse now, no reason to chaff;
No way to recalculate our sins through math,
The regret within us will continue to swell;
Our bodies have left us, now our souls jell,
We have accomplished something that was not our aim-
Perhaps we were under Satan’s own spell,
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.


Details | Rhyme | |

Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 



Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All



RIP Mama
{1934-2005}


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

ONE NIGHT OF LEGEIA

    ONE NIGHT OF LIGEIA
Half from anxiety, half terror born,
I see her rising breasts, from pages torn
Out from a dream played out so long ago,
I knew I'd not forget, or ever know,
a lock of hair fell to where lace is worn.

The beauty of her eyelids vagrant line
becoming much a part of Poe's, and mine,
as candle light from distant chandelier
reflected from her eagerness to tear,
and made each teardrop fall in sparkled shine.

The night progressing through what's meant to be,
discov'ry of a soul mate's constant plea,
as hair of raven black fell to my face,
and fancied every nerve, throughout our chase,
while love's sweet ending, touched the two of we.

"I love you!'s" Feigning death, add to the spell,
she weaved throughout the night, we loved too well!
And when the end began, our Fifth Alarm
gave cadence to our pace out of the norm,
and brought the ending only Poe could tell.

Sweet love! Sweet dream! We died into the flame
from lack of heart to play out love's sweet game,
and hope to keep the ending constantly,
Orgasm of the soul, for Poe and me,
as close as love may come to stay the same.
        © ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Rhyme | |

Voices in my head

Did I tell you, I hear voices in my head,
“Kill, kill,” I think that’s what they said.
Spoke to my therapist but then she disappeared,
Police questioned me, which I found weird.

She’d been stabbed sixty times outside her front door,
They called me in again and questioned me some more.
That morning I woke covered in blood
I buried the evidence near the marsh, in the mud

I sat at home, the voices loud in my head,
As the news report said now one hundred women dead.
The voices etching the same word like a razor sharp quill,
In my brain, “Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.”

I need fresh air, on this lovely, hot summer’s night
But I find I’m standing behind the couch, watching you in plain site
Turn around, look, you’ll see me with a knife
Watch closely while I slowly take away your life…

See you soon


Details | Limerick | |

On The Southern Alligator Farm

Down south on the small alligator farm
Alligators grown to size to alarm
All the workers there too scared
Of young gators as they aired
Parachuted food to keep them from harm

(Inspired by Carolyn's picture but not entry.)


Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Burlesque | |

Where the fools go

There is a building, two blocks down
Where students come from out of town.
There are no textbooks,
There are no rules.
Only students labeled as fools.
They learn about life in a peculiar way,
Their school isn’t open in during the day.
The streets are mean and give no mercy.
The bar is left open for those who are thirsty.
The teachers walk around in lingerie,
Their principal goes by the name Big Ray.
The tests they take are not the norm,
They have to fill out AIDS, HIV, and STD forms.
The projects they do are illicit and wrong,
Demonstrations for using a bong.
The guidance counselor is a joke,
He’ll pass you a joint and tell you to toke.
The students there can never fail,
They get their diplomas from the jail.
Vocab words like hustle and flow
Are the only terms you need to know.
It’s a secretive place.
But everyone knows,
This is where all of the fools go
.
To get enrolled is not hard to do,
Just say the password ‘LIFE’ at door 422.


Details | Free verse | |

Train

I am coming, move away
I run majestically
Slow to start, I speed along
where the tracks take me

Some lead me
Some hop on me
Some follow me
Some watch me along
by the sidelines

I am cheered by some
Some throw stones at me
I change tracks as I like
I can fall in danger
I do not fear

Sometimes I reverse
Then move ahead
My time is over it seems
I finally stop

Oh! thought I was the train
I was only a driver
Its time to pave the way
for another to take over.


Details | Senryu | |

Ice King

 Ice that will freeze the heart
shaking icy mountains
roaring like a lion does
thunder echoes around
with ice in hands body turns to stiff
heart faints weaker
Tears fall of cold imprinted on face
beneath his mask lips of lavender 
face as white as a ghost
Fatigue of a warrior 
ice blades that cut razor sharp
heart turned to blue
from harsh torture of his endless soul
among the most powerful 
the king of winters
with ice of bone he conquers all

By

Brian Otoole .......

Poem for  ((skat-oz ICE KING Contest))
08-05-13

(((I held an ice cube today in my palm for almost 15mins in my room with full ac power on held it tightly and after palm froze stiff I imagined the pain of dieing by ice)))
 so I took sub zero picture you posted and it inspired me way more to write this poem for your ice king contest and feel to pain of the ice and cold in palm and in my room.im still very cold now even after this poem 



Details | Free verse | |

ripper

he watched her,
lying there in the grass, among flowers,
the cherry petals covering her slowly…
he suddenly realized
how sweet was the shadow
touching her
and each flower gently offering
its tribute of death to her
was no less beautiful
than that wonderful crimson bloom
he himself had helped birth
on her chest…
the nectar of that flower still on his hands
and the ethereality of the cherry-tree shade on his retina,
he wished to grow roots
and draw life from the very earth that she,
his masterpiece,
was slowly
beginning to become


Details | Prose Poetry | |

DRUNK AND IGNORANT

A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.


Details | I do not know? | |

love vs death

LOVE VS. DEATH



love vs death
death vs love
who shall win
easy. Love the warm beckoning safe harbor that makes you feel bliss and ecstatic and like
a teenager again whereas death is a deep dark bottomless pit of cold and evil that
everyone dreads and hates
death vs love
love vs death
who shall win?
Easy death because in death you shall find all the love you need and want you find belief
and hope like there are no troubles in the world or your life whereas if death shall come
during love you will be shattered and hopeless.
LOVE VS. DEATH
DEATH VS. LOVE
WHO SHALL WIN
it all depends on your point of view so which shall you choose?


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


Details | Couplet | |

Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks


                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing


                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty


                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said


                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury




Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Drusilla the vamp

                             Drusilla the vamp

           .Her name is Drusilla she's a creature of the night.
                 When she feeds it comes with one bite.
              Beauty and long black hair and skin of white.
                         She thinks death is her rite.

             In search for her prey was her deep,dark plan.
                         Russia is where she lives.
                   Her hunger for a hot blooded man.
                          His blood to her he gives.

                She lays in a coffin until night time falls.
                   Been a vampire most of her life.
        A castle where she lives she roams through the halls.
            Her teeth long and white and cut like a knife.

            Dark forest of trees she walkes without a sound.
                       Wearing a flowing white gown.
              She lives in the dark but not in the ground.
            You must have a cross if you live in her town.

             A journey into the sun will turn her body to ash.
                    She only enter's if she's invited in.
               After her death cut off her head with a slash.
                 Gender doesn't matter women or men.
                                      Teresa Skyles   August 28, 2011
Entered in Linda-Marie's"creatures of the night"contest


Details | Free verse | |

Above the Rest

Guileless, autumn lay upon a land 
past the tiresome days of summer,
above the tender roots of jaded lawn
blanketing the bulbs for nubile spring
left in kindness ~
calling winter's winds
to rest…

Wasted are the teeth of winter
on the bloodless throat of fall, 
no dinner will the withered rent-shirt 
of well spent life make
only a soft and cozy remnant 
left in kindness ~
where winter’s hoary form
can rest…



*Inspired by Bob Quigley's tanka
Autumn's Death


Details | Blank verse | |

Visit My Grave

When I die,
 I know 
You will not show up in my funeral.
 But
 Whenever you miss me, 
Please take out my written journal.

 When I die,
 Perhaps 
You experience some grief.
 That is why I will leave you 
My poems,
 Perhaps 
They will give you some relieve.

 After me,
 Please keep your smile,
 Please be the same.
 If you ever forget my love,
 Please remember my name.

 I know 
You will not be in my funeral,
 Perhaps 
You will say "who cares."
 But
 In a corner of your room,
 Perhaps 
Quietly
 You will shed some tears.

 Don't feel guilty,
 For the times You hurt me,
 I have already forgave you.
 Please do the same for me,
 For the times 
I have bothered you. 

Whenever you feel down, 
Thinking the life is so tough.
 Don't forget,
 For you,
 My dead heart is still full of love.

 When I die,
 Please 
Don't cry, please be brave.
 I know you will not come to my funeral,
 But, please visit my grave. 


Details | Epic | |

Endless Time (Part I)

Delicately it came rapping upon my front door
while I laid down to rest that cold dark night
quietly at first then heavy pounding, pounding.
An unfamiliar visitor stood waiting for entrance
yet even now I know not why I cowered in fear.
Ominous fingers of foreboding seized my soul
as I prayed the unwelcome guest would depart,
even as thunderous pounding, pounding persisted.

Minutes lingered and grew into sleepless hours
when I arose from my bed nigh three in the morn
tumultuous pounding, pounding refusing to end
I flung the door open wide to bark my displeasure
but was met by a sinister figure upright before me
clothed in drab hooded robe, face hidden from view
in left hand held a scythe, wood and gleaming steel 
A voice, more a moan, commands, “It is time to go.”

“What evil has come to my door?” I questioned.
“I am neither evil nor good,” the specter replied.
“I am -- nothing more nothing less, Death be my name.”
The scythe quickly raised to inflict one fatal blow
I shouted “Wait for one moment, won’t you come in?”
Arced high at its peak, sharp glimmering blade paused
‘til lowered slowly, butt resting again on the floor.
The wraith glided slowly across the narrow threshold.

I offered Death a seat and a drink, only the seat taken. 
An aged brandy I sipped while we chatted ‘til dawn,
me learning about death as Death learned about life.
Death: neither man nor woman, lacking heart or soul,
feels not emotions of pleasure or grief or hope or despair,
yet simply exists, for without life death cannot be.
So with new knowledge of Death, a covenant I made.
Not ready to leave, in this mortal world I chose to remain.


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Robot Monologue 27

       Robot Monologue 27

Hello!  Is anybody there?  No?
According to the papers found today
And rusting rubble everywhere
Time apparently had passed
The world abruptly ended
People and machines like me did not survive
The past is now what passed forever
Apparently I've been off line awhile
In my storage box a mile underground 
For months, most likely years
It’s just not clear when I came back to life
I can’t remember or it does not compute
Obliteration is not something to forget
I’m sure there is no cure or fix
There’s nothing left to do but walk in solitude
When the earth comes back to life again
A billion years from now
With man, machines and other oddities
To blow themselves to pieces
I’ll do it all again
Walk the world alone until it ends
Or go down with them like I’m supposed to
Like I was built to


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Lunch On the Run

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                                                        Dragonfly hovers
                                           Blackbird swoop down stealthily__
                                                  Death on SUMMER day


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Raven's Mist

~*~ Dead dwell beyond the Pale, in quick silver mist. Whispering eternal, within their sleep. Waiting patiently for Raven's angelic kiss, for their souls, upon Blackbird wings, to sweep. Whispering eternal, within their sleep. Now entombed in stone, cast by their sins. For their soul, upon Blackbird wings to sweep, the long journey of forgiveness, now begins. Now entombed, in stone, cast by their sins, accounting for their life and of deeds done. The long journey of forgiveness, now begins. As Raven waits, with blessed, cold steel gun. ~*~ Accounting for their life and of deeds done, so close to Heaven's gate, yet denied. As Raven waits, with blessed, cold steel gun, to release pardoned souls, once sin enshrined. So close to Heaven's gate, yet denied, along the shores of mist, boiling cold. To release pardoned souls, once sin enshrined, steel shot will kiss stone, breaking its hold. Along the shores of mist, boiling cold. As upon cruel rocks, of shore, she roams, steel shot will kiss stone, breaking its hold, to allow their souls, at last, to soar home. As upon cruel rocks of shore, she roams. Waiting patiently for Raven's angelic kiss, to allow their souls, at last, to soar home, dead dwell beyond the Pale, in quick silver mist. ~*~
Written by Paula Swanson For the contest "Among The dead" Placement: 3rd


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WE ENTER THE SCENE

We enter the scene of a room— Not through a window— There is none; Not a single gap through the wall But for a door—an opening— Just one; At an end in this closed box, There’s a jutty hanging-out With a leavened candle-stick: Lighted Candles adorn the scene— They burn with fervor And a glowing wick.. …Nothing much is seen in the corners— Which are dark— In a gloom they sit… Apart from a feeble, ailing man, There’s seen none— No other presence… Apart still, from feebler groans We hear naught To baffle the sense… One moment, This Picture swims Across and through the head— Then all that’s heard is silence: When in the next, Is sensed a dead— The air grows heavy—a little dense… All of a sudden, the flames that burn, Start to curl and wiggle about; Now, in an attempt to free themselves, They writhe in pain—try reaching out: All in no time, the remnant dies— All argument, conjecture and surmise…


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Lady Arcane

[Daughters of Lamia] Today we walk from our graves You can't wish, pray it away The Inflamed Coven's emerged You Will receive what you deserve Retribution of the flaming shade Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way [Aharhel] Her Convoluted face burning with fear Of the fall of the gate seering their minds with the deft of the legion The Army of the plague Scourges your land Scourges your Children Scourges your hope [Lady Arcane] I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane Closer, Come, Child you are mine [Daughter's of Lamia] Lady Arcane wants your fear Lady Arcane wants you near Lady Arcan is here Lurking In your tears clinging to your spilled blood the east has always been near The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise In Malice's Disguise Therionacy break you down to thy knees To Thy Knees!


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And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


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Aberrant Waffle

In a moment my Mom just came
She said when we welcomed by the death
Maybe the soul would be shifted to other planet
Possibly moon is the waiting room

She said people could float in the outer space
Similar thing that spirits do
Maybe we granted a pair of wings
When we flee to the planet unseen

I said
Maybe other world just like Bermuda
When we blink, abandon the world
We just begin in other swirl

Possibly Mars would be an option

Digress thoughts but colored my day
Silly talked but tickled my brain
She inspires the time of spare 
Dearest Mom I thanked you for share



     ***************************************************************
                                                     Honorable Mention
              Any poem not posted for a contest in the last 3 months under 20 lines
                                             Contest Judged:  11/12/2012 
                                          Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan
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Just Desserts

With very great pride
Haman stood high
Wants power....
Hatred
Rules


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SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson


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Artic avians

Arctic avians
screech zenith zero zephyrs...
dank December bones


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Milk and Earth

Milky white skin cool and violent.
Fire in your mind, your head is a pool.
High I dance, high I am, 
in a heady woven trance.
Have I gone to far?
Think not! 
Push some more.
Immaculate will come.
Walk.  
I do.
Hands embrace.
Milk and earth caressing her face.
See da mad man, is that I?
Choices choose me, scared to die?
Girl with milky white skin and fire within.
A girl with gifts of milk and earth.
Silk woven mind free to birth.
Death is warm, freedom there. 
Return this time, my soul is bare.


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Winds of My Aftermath

Feel the hurricane and taste the rain here in the park
Hear me wail and watch me as I make my mark
But do not tell me when it is time to go
For I will be playing here long after dark

Get lost with me here in the brush
Stay the storm that now makes us rush
Meet me here same time next year
And once again I will make you blush

See me stand there upon my mountaintop
Fear the gale as I tend my crop
We will leave for chance what I do not know
And I will beg for mercy, but I will not stop

Over there just beyond the bended trees
Beautifully bending by my gentle breeze
Near Ole' Shadow's Pass, there along the path
You will feel the Winds of My Aftermath
Yes, you will find me whispering in the forest on bended knees
Where you will feel the Winds of My Aftermath


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Laws of the Dead

The law of emptiness takes form
Choosing a sight beset by storms
A town abandoned by its youth
Decaying resentment for any truth

I walk recounting every deed
Tracing my steps beyond the trees
A child hiding underground
Trying to talk, but lacking sound

His presence pulling at my chords
Anger within as I relate the law
The silent child turns to walk
As lights flicker out, beneath the rock

Waking to water at my knees
Sadness to see my town besieged
All life is taken by this storm
The law of the lonely has taken form

Stricken by pain beyond my time
Holding the laws to calm my mind
Recounting how this could have been
The closer I look, the more I scream

The law of blame now taking form
Finding the cause of this deadly storm
The quiet child takes my hand
A breath of water for this dying man


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Admiral Cardula VI

A legend that has been used and abused so much,
Deals with the undead, blood drinkers as such,
Many stories from all over the globe are told.
I have seen every movie, ever made and sold.
Real Vampires exist of this I am so very sure.
An evil form, well maybe, and without a cure.
Legends all begin with some sort of partial truth.

Can anyone definitely be sure there are no such things?
Ages have past and we still find new creatures on earth.
Realistically I cannot believe all the tales that clings.
Dracula the most famous Vampire for all it is worth.
Unites all the lore, that humankind has believed.
Listening and embellishing, has been what perceived.
A soul taken, by another has to be evil, they all sleuthed.

Victims of such a violent death are bound to be evil.
I would expect more from today’s world, less medieval.


written as an anagram for 
Vladimir Dracula


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Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


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A Messanger From Hell

I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right hand  my favorite relaxing drink
a single malt scotch on cracked ice with a twist of lemon

as I was about  to close my eyes just a little past seven
counting the blessings in my life from heaven
then out of the unexpected blue everything changed
never I mean never to be the same again
or maybe I was just going insane

out of the corner of my right eye
what I saw oh God what I saw was something that really 
scared the hell out of me 
as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up
and my flesh turned cold

a man dressed all in black and red
with a haunting evil look in his coal black eyes 
I believed he was from the dead
stepped right through a solid wall made of brick an stone
and stood there looking around the room

then looked right through me as though I wasn't there
my dog bandit backed up in fright and hid behind the chair
making noises like I never heard him make before
as my goose bumbled flesh turned cold as ice
I sat paralyzed could not move from my light brown leather reclining chair

then he smiled a shark like pointed toothy grin 
as he placed his gaze my way
and pointed a long gray boney finger right at me
the only sound that I could hear was the beating of my own heart
as though it was going to tare my chest apart

then he spoke in a low evil raspy voice and said
I'll be awaiting you on the other side

then he turned to leave the room
the way he entered by stepping right through a solid wall
made of brick an stone
now I sit here all alone wondering and shaking 
what the hell just happend to me

is there something in my life that I must change 
my life do I have to rearrange 
I do not want to meet that messenger from hell on the other side

this is not a tale I tell
for you may think I'm crazy as hell
but I believe in what I saw
I was visited by a messenger from hell

if there is a lesson to be learned from my story
look into your life and change what will make it right
to travel into the light 
to heaven not hell
when your time ends upon this earth


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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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BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


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The Doppelganger She

I was once seen on one’s graveyard
Strumming an old guitar with a beer in one hand
I asked, “What was I wearing?”
“A clown’s”, the woman said, “and a cross lay flat on your chest.”

On a clowny day a white-clothed cried
“I think I saw you next to the baby’s’s crib.”
“What was I wearing?" went in my head. 
“A priest’s,” she said, then a puppet clung in your neck.”

On a priesty day, “You were that man!”
Said she gasping while a run.
“You hung your head, Oh belfry man!”
Then bellowed she, “Oh belfry man!”

On a gaspy day, in a purring crowd I passed
A woman lay naked on a road’s side
Pieces that woman accused me of possessing
Cross, puppet, white long garments the dead's hand clasping!


© Glenn L. Sentes
Written for Matt Caliri's Contest DOPPELGANGER
July 5, 2011


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I COULD HAVE

I could have returned her pen
I could have get drenched in rain
I could have gone to church without excuses
I could have given lift to the lad
I could have lasted his kiss without pushing
I could have dropped by the pub once
I could have stood up to answer in the interview
I could have signed the bond with the company
I could have surrenderd my car to dad
I could have apologised him for late-night arrival
I could have presented him ring rather saving
I could have assisted my princess to annual day
I could have allowed her to study abroad
I could have published my stories as books
I could have visited my native for last
These thoughts drift in my heart 
At this last moment of my precious boon
                 called LIFE...


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SECRET

                                                              SECRETS

                                              .Death took a life and left a soul all alone.
                                                  No one heard any screems or moans.

                                                They couldn't answer the question why?.
                                                 Who killed that girl,did she have to die.

                                                      Buried in a fire under all that ash.
                                                          Her life was taken in a flash.

                                              An abandoned bus is where her body was hid.
                                            Remains were so small they thought it was a kid.

                                               Police couldn't answer the why,when or who.
                                               Because of the fire it burnt up so many clues.

                                                   But when the police finally figure it out.
                                                 They will be found guilty without a doubt.

                                                     Her soul was lost but now it's found.
                                               Now she can rest and be put in the ground.
                                                        Teresa Skyles    August 21, 2011
Based on a newspaper artical.


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Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


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The Beautiful Somewhere

Now hark how brilliantly doth shine that place
So bright, of which the nymphs have spoken of.
A place where malevolence gives chase
To endless starry fields of sky above.

What I would sacrifice to situate
Myself in its divine vicinity!
A hundred thousand centuries I'll wait
To feel a flash of its affinity.

But then I was given a free demand.
An offer by three sylphs (of faith they lack)
"I wish you'd send me to that somewhere grand,"
Said I, "And never ever bring me back!"

And so, at once was I compressed to dust,
In life true beauty lies in thoughts, never discussed.


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The sealed mountain

The grass like words in a poem, grew up on the hill,
With the pulsing season birds` bitter and honey thrill;
So green and yellow written in the sad memory:
Words on painted crosses of wood and ivory;
Blessed words on lips and clouds passing far away;
Grass grew around the shinning words of yesterday;
Grass and fluorescent flowers of our good night ,
And long echo of Narcissus calling the first light
From whose tender drops the world caught life,
And temptation of good got dim shadowy strife.
Words like moon reflected on the time`s waters
Brought the stratified Yorick`s smiles of our brothers;
It seems a wet moon with  broken troubled waters.
We sag and summon back the past Job`s heirs`hearth
To find the sealed mountain whose true faith is enough . 
 


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Fathom

-Night and day-
A tug and pull of lovers never entwined,
-Beauty and force-
The caress and the crave,
As the sun fades beneath the dawn
And the light slowly retreats
The night, edging forward
Seeking to touch, to grasp
But too late, as the light fades away:

And it is here… the darkness has settled-
And the dark is omnipresent
A depth of universe
So vast, so full of stars and worlds
So enshrouding, a blanket of secrets and untold deeds
So grand and great
So mighty, unquestionable
Inevitable
For the dark to encroach, encompass and overwhelm;

This night
It stands all around us
With no peers or equals
The light long gone, long faded
And the night, it waits till the fawning of the sun
The first sign of light
To fade away
Alone, every night
In its grandeur,
Alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fallen

Broken, i lie on the ground,
wings stretched to full extent,
to the land i am now bound,
afraid my life may be spent,

as the blood starts to leak,
my body grows cold,
hearing death start to speak,
my last breath i grasp to hold,

"Come my daughter,for it is time,
for you have fallen, and your soul
now mine,
Fallen from grace, to this desolate place,
No hope for you now, i will take you under,
to the land of darkness, just take my hand,
i will lead you, i command you, so follow my
voice into the night, bask in no more light,
be filled with fright, of the dead as you are led,
to the underworld, just take my hand."

scared or frighten, which is worse,
when you are staring death in it's face.
try to laugh and he will put you in your place.


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Goodnight Again

   Raspberries she said
and turned her head
the bullet missed a mile
That's what i like for breakfast
she added with a smile.

 The turret turned another inch
and locked on target tight
she draped her scarf around her 
throat
and bade a sweet goodnight

Tall and straight she turned t o 
go
across the pallisade
The whistle of the ammo
said what it always said.

I saw the sparking metal
as bullets hit the stone....
where she would be 
if I could see
the ghost 
who walks me home.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Infernal

Frigidness forces blood through these veins.
Age old affliction shadows us, producing pain.
Thoughts penetrating the darkness and night
Relishing their fear the only desire and delight

Voraciousness eternally the maladies' truth
Fatefully when turned each maintained its youth.
Necessity forces us to sleep before breaking dawn.
Wandering forever we scour for every new pawn.

Understanding Heaven will never be our haven.
Living while dead forever monstrosity's sin
Prayers unanswered hell genuinely our plight
Purposefully chasing termination to our fight

Reality tossed aside romancing every reaction.
Justifying our very existence the true affliction


Details | Chastushka | |

Chastushka with balalaika and nagaika

Sweet  horizon ,don`t lock , don`t taste the pale bitter moon !
I`ll whip my Fancy`s Fairy with your whip-nagaika:
Incense times of vanity unscrewing a camphor afternoon. ..
Let`s live together in poem,with  our balalaika !


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The Preacher part1

The walls were made from old slats of wood,
That permitted the sun to prod through the gaps, where it stood.
Rows of wooden seats made in the same fashion,
Created by an artisan that seemed to lack the perfectionist’s passion.


The wind danced a waltz with the sand across the floor,
And flirted tenderly with the creaking main door.
The crowd that gathered sat patiently in the hot humid room,
Men and women fanning themselves, stirring the sand further like a broom.
 
The door squeaked open, flooding light in from the back,
As the tightly packed crowd parted for the man dressed in black.
He scanned the crowd in each row, that sat there,
The respect they had for him could be felt in the air.
 
He stepped on the stage and faced the crowd,
All were quiet, except for the child crying loud.
His mamma whispered tenderly and told her son to “hush,”
Embarrassed she looked at him on the stage and began to blush.

He open the black leather book which he had placed on the stand,
Without words, he ushered the crowd to their feet with his hand.
His sermons he preached were never rehearsed,
Where the book fell open he preached from the 16th verse.

His speech was not laced with charisma, but his words had an unusual power,
Which left his followers spellbound for over an hour.
After the sermon there was no collection, no charity, no hand out,
“God’s word is free, it’s not for sale,” he would shout.

He was loved and admired by many women,
But his will power so he thought was strong enough not to sleep with this demon.
Then it happened, on a rainy night Belle Jezza, falls in his arms and cries,
She told him of her husband’s violence, abuse and lies.

She spends hours at his home, as he listens to her plea,
Suddenly a knock on the door, the congregation sees him and Belle in her nightie.
Belle runs out screaming rape, as he faced a crowd wanting blood to shed,
They cut off his hand and feet, leaving him for dead.

It’s a week when he wakes, chained to a bed in agonising pain,
And sees a little girl looking down at the preacher that should be slain.
He looks at his stumps that have been dipped in hot tar,
She pushes his head back down and feeds him worms and locusts from a jar.

“Shhh preacher man this will make you strong,”
“A promise has been made to you and you will live long”
“The tree is in bud and then it will bloom,”
“You are to witness what is to come, to witness doom.”
“What does this all mean?” He said.
“Shhh, wait and see preacher man,” she replied fluffing the pillow under his head…













Details | Etheree | |

Daddy Dearest

dear
daddy
even though
your gone from here
I shall remember
father's day has always
been your favorite time so
today I come and placed a rose
at the foot of your grave- sites bedding
and I even placed one for mama too






In Loving Memory


Daddy 1925-1981
Mama  1934-2005

        {RIP}


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A Stalemate Epiphany

Imagine imagine
The forest clandestine,
The waterfall, sinless and grand.

Alone in the stillness,
A heart-halting illness,
Beleaguers you, seizing command.

Affairs of the vengeful,
So darkly and dirgeful,
So beautifully stated with lust.

With fate you are weighted,
With passion created,
But constantly lacking in trust.

Discordant and jarring,
Emotions are barring,
The musical mystics are spry.

In heaven artistic,
In hell optimistic,
On earth realistic, they die.


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Butterflies

Trickles slowly down her face.
Under that smile mask your fear.  
Drop by drop you feel this disgrace.
Regretting the end be so near.
Nothing deserved or understood so. 
But one thing learned you have no choice but to go.
Pulling you under the bed of disease. 
You eyelids wither close with such ease.
Fingers unclench the sheets of the bed. 
Millions of butterflies fly from your head. 
Peace now been reached up in the sky. 
I sit here and smile a butterfly passes by. 

   
 


Details | Lyric | |

Sir Teddy

Inching from the cradled arms, 
Careful not to wake the boy, 
The knight begins his watch
His sword and shield deployed. 

The defender of dreams, 
 And protector of the mind.
He shall show no mercy
For nightmares he may find. 

The battlefield in darkness, 
He waits at the gates of Hell,
For any beast emerge, 
Will hear the ringing knell. 

But morning shows its face,
And the gates below are closed.
The boy arises safe
With his teddy bear to hold. 


Details | Ballad | |

The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


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Together Forever

There once was a girl and a guy
their love was more than love.
But their love was soon to part,
in minutes they would be together 
only at heart.

She lies in her bed waiting to die,
as he sits, he thinks in his head,
"I wish I was dead"
"There is nothing more that I would love,
then to go with you into heaven above"
He thinks to himself
"If only there was a way,
a way to keep you in my arms for another day"

He turns to her and says,
" I'll love you forever and when you die,
I can do nothing but cry"
She lifts her head from her dying bed and whispers to him,
"I love you with all of my heart"
She held his hand to say goodbye.
He looked into her eyes and saw her try,
try to hang on to what was already gone.
He held her hand and felt her pulse drop,
but before anyone knew what had happened,
they both were gone.

Together at heart, we will never part.
Forever and ever, we will be together.


Details | Narrative | |

La Gala Grandeur

~La Gala Grandeur~


Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid


Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing


Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace


This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when...


...is then



~Azaza~ June 19th,2010


Details | Epic | |

Sinful Saint

Yeah I walk around life waitng for death/ 
I live in constant despair looking to be blessed/ 
Lies over truth around here always seem to infect/ 
The more sin I get in life the more saintly I seems less/ 
Im trapped in same dark place ;looking for a lighter quest 
I try and live a life full of goodness still trapped in badness I am yet to confess/
 I try and hold onto what seems like something but theres nothing really but family left/
 I know I am not he best, nor am I like the rest/ 
I know I can master checkers but still downed in chess/. 
I got to clean up my act because my life is a mess/ 

I patiently sit back while I ponder life for death and I wait/ 
I might as well look for something simple because I never find nothing great/ 
I struggle to stay under love and over my own hate/ 
I try and be real with others when to my own self I stay fake/ 
I feel life obstacles jolt my ambition like a chain that never breaks/ 
I want less more in life yet as a daily sinner I continue to both physically and mentally take/
 I try and change my dark ways but still struggle at the fact that it might be too late/
 I usaully catch myself complaining when infact I should be thankful for whats on my plate/
 I usually hang onto the past and get scared of the future when I should worry about today/
 I going to be that better man for my child because that sinner no longer in my heart I aint/
 Sometimes in life we all struggle until we strive, but until then Im trapped between a young lost SINFUL SAINT........


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Woods bq

I know better then
to be here.  I've
been told.
Things happen here.
Bad things.
Yet I am drawn.  No.
 More like willed.
I have not the power
to resist this place

I smell the decay. 
The rotting stench
Windfall trees
laying as if in wait
My tread  but a
whimper in this wood
Why am I here?  What
do I seek?

The darkness
thickens as I move
forward
Unsteady now, steps
made with
trepidation
I sense movement.  I
am not alone
Something sinister
awaits me

Whispers. Jumbled
sounds. Hollow
Seem to have moved
closer
Dare not look behind
The grip of fear
engulfs my body

A light.  Did I see
a light?
There.  So bright. 
Blinding
On my neck,  the
stale breath of
death
I cannot breath.  My
terror is too great

It is too late.  I
did not listen
I have found the
alter of the damned
I know better then
to be here
Things happen here.
 Bad things

11/20/2011


I once took a trip
up some of the
bayous in Louisiana.
 It was getting dark
on our return and
every once in a
while, you would see
a light in the
trees, in the middle
of nowhere.  That
was the inspiration.
 The rest I made up.


Details | I do not know? | |

Earth, a tale for the aliens

The way earth was born  
a loud big bang . 
The wind blew 
and the leaves sang.
And thus the growth of life started  
a cycle very much repeated.

And then they arrived
creatures with two legs and pride .
Humans as they came to be called 
destroyed everything even the forest
that blocked their stride
to enjoye their life to the fullest.

They  remade matter
in an open cloud vomiting structure.
These nasty clouds used to scatter 
here , there and everywhere
killing the fine green threads of the soil
and their breathing material –the air.

And later
earth lost patience and grew red with rage
the most disastrous stage .
Violent volcanoes earth quakes and what not.
They had to face the wrath 
the consequence of their chosen path.

Then skitter asked his alien mother 
so did it fall in a pit
or join the dead in the pyre 
the mass of soil and water 
earth as how they called it.

She replied with wonder-
son,everything born has to end 
it is the debt they have pay to the creator.


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Darker Angel

     A conversation with
ends unexpectedly 
    A cloud passing overhead
  The Darker Angel leaves his mark
on the good citizens
      In a cemetery 
a small plant reaches 
     upward for life
A heliotrope - always seeking sunlight 
The remains of a life
beneath 
   The Darker Angel 
  has had his say 
A small boat 
in a big lake 
   the weather turns gloomy 
  The Darker Angel 
sees his chance 
    the boat is 
rocked by the storm 
    two go under 
    never to return 
 Count your blessings while ye may
     The Darker Angel is waiting for you and me 
  His burning eyes cut through all pretense
  Beware!


Details | Lyric | |

The Dark Half


The Dark Half…

Demons trapped inside of me
Released for the world to see
Awakened from their life-long slumber
At last they’ve been set free
My inner rage is the fire that fuels me
My anger seethes from every pore
No longer caged, my desire will rule me
A bloodlust to even the score

I am only half the monster being a man has made me
The other half is like a forgotten dream
Half the monster being a man has made me
The dark half that you now see…

I feel a rage like I’ve never felt before
To inflict pain in a way that cannot be forgotten
Years of suffering over, ended once and for all
Laid to rest with the bodies of those I’ll leave for dead
Call my name and in my own grave you’ll find me
Spark to flame I will rise as you are falling
I can’t explain, not in words but in violent actions
Uncontrolled, exacting vengeance while slowly killing myself

I am only half the monster that being a man has made me
The other half is a forgotten dream
Half the monster being a man has made me
The dark half that you now see…

…In a reflection of the world around me,
I have become all that I have seen,
At times, that which I most despise…
The dark half that lives in me.


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


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My Mind


My mind        

My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt 
Terrorizing my thoughts 
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of  promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release


Details | Lyric | |

Lunar Love

Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game


Details | Lyric | |

PRIMAL CONCLUSION

Enter the beast of manlihood
Living flesh fall to their prey
Taste the wine of mortal sons
Sacrificial blood of fates
Slaughtered nations desecrated
Now under the flag of hate
Dying for anothers cause
Seducing powers contemplate
Free to rape,free to kill
Free to conquer all at will
Impaled corpses piled high
and many more are doomed to die
Some rebel,some retreat
Falling to their masters feet
Extra flesh to feed his wrath
Smell the stench of carcass baths
Revieling plagues and atrophy
Planting rotted demon seed
Wars and chaos fill the earth
Burnt remains of all its worth
Bodies left to slugs and worms
Flies swarm in and take their turn
Decayed bones and tortured souls
With no remorse the bell does toll!!!


Details | Free verse | |

What Does It Matter

The planets seem to fall
     when I cry.
But it is only the wind drying out my contacts.
It seems so small,
my soul, sitting in silence
Just waiting for my justification
of existence. The clouds give me reason.

Still, though, it may be pointless.
Religion may be wrong.
Often times I hear them question it.
In a room speaking of
     Michelangelo.

Should we wait? for a time?
When all the planets align?
or islands to move?

No, says the optimist!
Maybe says the pessimist.

As for me, it does not matter
anymore, like a lost teen.
(Doing drugs desperately)
Suicide or death, or even life.
Makes no difference.

Planets only seem to fall
     when I cry.


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The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Broken Heart- Her Fatal Mistake

She smiles at two beautiful white doves
Prompting her to pray to above
Wondering will she ever find love
Her heart continues to ache
Pain so deep, she just can not take
The doves fly into the sky
Thinking she must be the reason why
Alone she is getting ready to say her final goodbye
Clouds creeping in… She begins to walk towards the lowering sun
Dreaming of that day she thought she met the perfect one
A young girl once ambitious and fun
Her heart ripped into two
Wishing for a simple fix, yet there is no strong enough glue
Still walking towards the sun
Ignoring what is about to come
A pain far too much to take
She chose to make that fatal mistake 


Details | Rhyme | |

The western days

The gambler is at the table,playin with a deck of cards,
The gun slingers drinkin sour whiskey,standin at the bar.
The mayor is goin up the steps with a lady leadin his way,
The hard workin farmer comes in to spend a little of his pay.
The drunk is in the corner,tryin to bum a drink,
The traveler is shavin upstairs in the dry sink.
The guns are worn on their sides as they stand in the street,
The sweat is puring from their hands in this noon day heat.
The bullets spit from the guns worn upon their hips,
The slower one will surely fall,put dirt upon his lips.
The normal day in a small western town with no law,
The last one dissapeared,somethin no one saw.


Details | Personification | |

Animism

Ask fate does the moon shift 

As the oceans drift apart 

With no moon in this sea of dark 

Visions slowly sank 

My dead eyes staring blank 

While i stay idle 

Forming an illusion of an isle 

Struggling to find consciousness growing weary 

Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly 

Chained as I am to body, soul and mind 

Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find 

There is not a line pourtraying a goal 

As I live peacefully with my soul 

My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant 

Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered  

Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore 

My soul began to soar higher then ever before


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Silhouette of a Dead man

If I die before I wake I pray to god my soul to take. But if the living have fell and
gone. The tables are turning and my soul is torn. 

So how can sorrow and scorn be formed  by the tears of a shadow when a death is born . 

Follow the wealth giver the death dealer is here.

Between the space of a blink and a tear. 
Beneath the hopeless, the tired, the weak. 
Beneath the faithless, the fate missed time’s speech. 
But as this dead man keeps screaming he’s born.


 His silhouette keeps trying to morn…………..


Details | Senryu | |

Death's Laugh

I see death
It just laughs
I laugh too.


Details | Free verse | |

Devil in the Desert

So many travelers in caravans have witnessed
eerie sightings of men’s bodies torn apart
and buried halfway by desert storms.

“The sands are cursed by an evil sorcerer,
who had a spells book, coated with human skin
as a book jacket,” some say in trembling whispers.

It is said that in the night of a full moon,
a beast wakes up from its slumber in the dark dimension,
and gets into the desert, changing human blood to diamonds.  It is a cross-breed 
of a lion and serpent; only the daylight it fears.

A prize has been put on the monster’s head,
but only the bravest assassins are daring to lead
their souls to the darkest of the dark.

A roar is all the desert’s visitors hear,
filling their souls with fear.


Details | Sonnet | |

Only The Strong Will Survive

       ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE
God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.

The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.

The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.

        The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
          the weak in life are only dreaming of.


Details | Free verse | |

The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


Details | Rhyme | |

On many things

It was a voice in my head
A whisper in my ear
A sound I've come to dread
A thing I've come to fear
It was the look in its eyes
On a face whiter than snow
Seeing through all my lies
Uncovering that I do not show
It was the power in its stare
Showing what I don't want to see
Saying your time is near
And you can neither hide nor flee
It was the words it said
Creeping into me in a whisper
Telling me that she is dead
Telling me I know I'll miss her
It was what it forced me to see
Things I've hidden away with denial
Things I said I'd never be
For which I'll surely stand on trial
It is what I will become
A thrall of the shadow
Death's own son
Libera nos a malo!!!
It is what I feel
Black bleak sadness
Pain I wish wasn't real
Driving me to the brink of madness
It is what I stand for
My prerogative
The urge to always be more
My reason to live


Details | Couplet | |

Pass

Gatekeeper to the compost pile
the boatman for the river Styx
I'm trying to cross the last mile
adventure's done, I'm calling it quits

Shadowed Charon silhouettes the dark 
lowly murmurs, "You got I.D.?
a passport, something of that sort,
something with a picture to see?"

I gaze at the black outline above
evaluating this unexpected request
Is terminus admission really that tough?
Do I need to comply to this behest?

"Sorry", I say, "I left my pockets in life
I assumed you'd have records here."
"We do", he replied, "our info is rife,
but identities we need to insure."

"Birth certificate, and two credit cards,
or driver's license and utility bill,
cancelled check, something of that regard
some documentation, you know the drill."

"But I'm dead" I stammered, "What does this mean?"
"Am I not permitted time to decompose?"
"This transition from betwixt and between
to eternity seems like I'm - indisposed"

"You, good boatman, may think it fine, but, 
to carry proof of identity, I must disagree"
"Sir, you must stand aside of the line.
Go back to purgatory and get some I.D.!"

© Goode Guy 2014-02-13


Details | Imagism | |

Within the Flame

Alone, he sits before the fire
comforted by its warmth
mesmerized by its flame.
Somewhere, deep within his eyes
determined to manifest themselves
ancient visions did appear.
Drawn from across the ages
gathered too from all nations
warriors march(ed) with strength reborn
across the great bridge of time
enemies no more.
Anguished voices, ages old
once carried upon the winds
cease forever to be heard
for now, only sounds of silence reign.
Ancient lands, old beyond their time
ravaged by wars too countless to note
covered for centuries in rivers of blood
will no longer bear the stigma.
With head bowed, a silent prayer given
one single tear shed, forgiveness asked
all help to cleanse and heal.
When angels ever gently place their hands
over battlefields once set upon by death
the healing process shall begin
and life will once again be restored.

©Melody A. Coster (12-16-06)


Details | Narrative | |

Momentary Reflection

I was paralyzed in thought,
and standing all alone;
Surrounded by darkness,
everything was gone...

With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye;
I was travelling so fast as I passed myself by.
I was moving at high speed, as if,
somehow out of time.

Thinking to myself, looking back into the distance;
Could I have been resting, 
or was there something on my mind;
Maybe, I was just Reflecting,
on some Moments from past times...

A Momentary Reflection,
I thought as I laughed;
Reflections of mistakes, so many in my past;
Or maybe the future, and thoughts of my death.

There's no point in thinking that anything can change;
I passed myself there and found myself here;
Crossroads unmarked, destination unphased,
Trembling,
like a lost dog, covered in mange...

A strength unfound, a desire to disappear;
A Momentary Reflection,
of how I found my way here.

As I watch myself in quiet,
with no desire to stop;
In slow motion I fall,
from a single gunshot...

A Momentary Reflection,
of where I stood at the start;
Maybe if I had slowed, or come to a stop,
this Moment I have witnessed,
the confusion and doubt;
Just maybe, somehow;
I could have found a way out...


Details | I do not know? | |

Helpless Hate

Her pain provokes an anger deep 
from within.. 
A hatred so ugly even the devil 
himself looks in disgust as he shakes 
an icy chill from his thorny spine.

Her struggle pains me..
A deep, searing pain in my chest; I 
close my eyes and picture cold steel 
hands ripping open my chest cavity 
and tattooing words of hate and sin 
on my heart itself. An excruciating 
burn that ignites my insides like 
Satan setting fire to a fresh 
delivered batch of tormented souls..

I hate her pain. I hate her struggle. 
Nay, I loathe them to my core, to 
the pit of my guts, to the last drop 
of blue blood from my fresh 
squeezed body.

How can I help? 
what can I do? 

Besides sit idle and watch the love 
of my life, the woman that gives me 
motivation to jump to the stars and 
reach my dreams, gives me the very 
air I breathe in my lungs; struggle in 
pain. 
The look on her face as these two 
things I hate torment my angel, rips 
my soul right out of my body and 
dangles it in front of me laughing, 
mocking me as it smashes it to the 
ground and stomps all over it..

"not any longer," I say to myself tugging impatiently at the pink wristband on my arm.
"I will not give up this fight."


Details | Personification | |

Who am i, i am a monster

pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin 
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting

My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite 
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness


Details | Rhyme | |

My Perception of Heaven

I stand-no float-then fly and am draped in spiritual apparel 
Angelic escort then seated at the foot of God’s thrown
Upon a golden marble slate all stand and give choral 
Praising God, giving thanks, glory, and honor am prone


Details | Free verse | |

Resting Spirits

up on the hill where you can just about see heaven 
thats where a spirit goes when it's concious is guilty of sin 
the spirit rests till it's own will can see 
all things that were are and will ever be 

if I wait till the dawn rises the reflection will stare 
straight twords the soul untill God's will is there 
up twords the sunlight follows the brilliant suns glare 
back from the heavens with all new flare 

where there is an opalesence look to the new moon 
follow it's shadows in a monthly gracefull swoon 
peacefullness in it's patterns a place away from the suns doom 
Carry me there away from here resting in it's shadows 
here in my souls cocoon


Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Woe Is Me

Words have no more Meaning I find myself Deadlocked In an Ethiopian Night I Could go recklessly on But with what Hope? Will I Glide on? The Only thing I can find is woe only woe, only me, woe is me Voided since the start I'm contradictory in Armenia desert Mountains are more like rusty daggers pierced in my stomach; what else is there but pain? only pain, only me, pain is me


Details | Rhyme | |

Condemned

Condemned to life in isolation
With no means of communication
As I stare absently at my cell wall
My eyes are dry, no tears will fall
Images are not passing before my eyes
Only a feeling man gets before he dies

My last thoughts are becoming clear
And I feel my time drawing near
I know my life is coming to its end
I'm dying alone, without ally; without friend
I have decided not to fight my fate
My mind is free of anger, sadness, and hate

I saw in their eyes the fear
And I never shed a single tear
Through their screams I felt their pain
With me, my deeds remain
I close my eyes and sigh for the last time
Regrets, I have none, that is my crime


Details | Lyric | |

Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


Details | ABC | |

Dancing Remains

Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon
The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin
Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus
Extending an invite to those gone before us

Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not
As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot
Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws
Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause

Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face,
Partner holds partner in hideous embrace
These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume
Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume

Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky
As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky
The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled
His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild

Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence
As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence
Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall
‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball


Details | Couplet | |

Beyond the Pleasant Hill

Was just a walk beyond the road -- a shortcut past the bog,
No different than the night before but this night there was fog.
I climbed the pleasant hill from which the ‘yard had got it’s name,
So cold and dark it was that night, a dim light I did flame.
Blackest of the blackest eve’s I thought I might go blind,
So quickly paced, I past the stone’s of relatives that died.
Just past the breeze that got the willow shaking in the night
I saw someone just standing where my path comes into sight --

I wondered why tonight they’d chosen 
To walk the same path I was roamin’
A closer look, not man nor woman…
So still -- as if their form was frozen…
 
“They must be lost“, I thought out loud, no light to find the path,  
So maybe they’re just standing there awaiting someone’s laugh.
Or maybe they are frozen stiff by seeing my form too --
I couldn’t move though,  be it  just another passing through
My flashlight though, so dim, was shining on them, so it seemed…
…No looking up, no squinting eyes or arms to hide the beam,
How could they not have noticed me, the light is right upon them?
And just as I brought down my hand to light the way  so trodden…

I heard them move in front of me
That form that stood beside the tree
A quick response I shone the light
Back at the path ahead in fright
No person was still standing there…
Just Trees, beyond the path I dared --

I stood there for eternity a-gasp and scared to death,
Staring hard upon that spot where someone drew their breath.
They’re somewhere past the beam of light that’s dimming by the second --
The eerie melody from lonely crickets only beckoned.
A sudden crackle at my feet as if one stopped behind,
I felt my heart beat through my chest, I thought I’d lost my mind.
I thought I felt a windy chill then whisper past my ear,
But turned to shine my light upon no stranger standing near.

That instant -- I had dropped my bag and ran towards the gate,
I swore I heard them running too I had no time to waste.
So as I reached the entrance, looking back I think I said, 

“If you’re still there, I’ve changed my mind, I’ll take the street instead.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | I do not know? | |

ONLY ME

THE PAIN, THE CRIES, THE TRUTH,
THE LIES, PERPETUAL BLIS GONE AMISS:
HOPE LOST THEN RECOVERED.
SMALL DREAMS; NOW SMOTHERED, MEANING-
LESS FAITH BECOMES WRECKLESS HATE.
PAID FOR SINS NOT MY OWN, 
DEBT GROWS DEEPER THAN THE UNKNOWN.
SEAS OF EUPHORIC VISIONS FLASH
BEFORE MY EYES.
THE JURY'S VERDICT CAME WITHOUT DELIBERATION;
NO TRIAL.
"GUILTY", UNANAMOUS DECISION.
DOWNWARD SPIRAL BEGINS AGAIN, REACHING 
FOR THE PRESCRIBED STRENGTH; JUST TO MAKE
IT ONE MORE DAY.
RUSHED INTO REALITY, MY SPIRIT SOARS 
WITH DUALITY.
ONE SIDE GOOD, CLEAN, WHOLESOME FUN.
ANOTHER SIDE CONSUMED BBY THE HATRED  
CAUSED AND DONE.
WHICH SIDE SHALL IT BE, WHAT
SHALL I SEE, WHERE WILL I HIDE, WHO 
CAN SEE PAST THE LIES, WHEN CAN I BREATHE.
HOW WILL I RECOVER, WHO WILL
CATCH ME WHEN I FALL OFF THIS
ROLLERCOASTER.
ALL THE TIME, NEVER NEW; SAME-OLD, SAME-OLD, HIDDEN IN TRUTHS.
BELIEVE IN NOTHING, HOPE FOR EVERYTHING,
TRUST TO BE FREE, WISH THERE WAS
SOMEONE WHO COULD SAVE ME...FROM ME.
TO LOVE ONLY ME, TO HOLD ONLY ME.
TO SEE MY FAMILY AND SEE ONLY ME.
SELFISHNESS HAS BECOME MY ANONYMITY.
SO FOR NOW I'LL HOLD DEAR,
WHAT ONCE WAS SO CLEAR.
MY FUNERAL SONG IS NOW BECOME MY
LIFE'S MISSION...TO FREE THIS PAIN...I
HOLD SO DEEP INSIDE...ME...GOODBYE


Details | Free verse | |

End of Times

                                 
                    The End of Times is coming.
                   You can feel it in your bones.
              Floods, earthquakes, and tsunamis…
                      Are only the first to show.
                         Where will you hide? 
                 When the plagues come around?
                    Salvation will be hard to find,
                          For those earthbound.

                               2012 is coming
                          Is it fact or is it myth?
           The Earth’s weather patterns are changing.
                         Fossils are everywhere
                            Will we be stronger?
                            Or in the rocks grip?




Details | I do not know? | |

Brain Dead

There I lay.

Remained, unchanged.
Mind numb, thoughts blank,
Only visions of snowy white project onto the black backs of my eyelids.

Was I paralyzed? Or perhaps I had reached my final destination six feet under the earth...

No. Worse...
Writer's block.

I look around me. Nothing but enclosed darkness. No windows, no doors. 
The air is thick and cold...not yet cold enough to see my breath, but just cold enough for an uncomfortable setting...the monotonous silence is deafening...

I panic, running around frantically in the chilling prison walls of my mind, screaming, clawing, kicking, hoping to somehow break through and see the light of day. 
I stop after what seems like endless useless hours of fighting. Hands bruised and drenched in stale dried blood. 

I'm sitting on the ground now. I yell into the emptiness but receive nothing in return, no echo, nothing. I yawn wildly in fear I have gone deaf...but then I hear a voice. Soft and faint, so gentle that I'm ambushed with another attack of yawns to once again reassure that the tiny whispers are more than my blank labrynthed mind playing tricks on me.

There is a light. A small light, bright and inviting. Shining through an old fashion key hole, to an old fashion door that seemed to appear from thin air.

On hands and knees I approach it with caution. I hear the innocent voice again and I pause. I take a deep breath and look into the peep hole. 

I find myself locked eyes in the reflection of the wild appearance man in my computer screen and awaken.


Details | Haiku | |

Preying On Prey

.

                                                    Scary bug eye stare
                                           Determined stance awaits prey...
                                             Blood-red mouth, throat, gut


(Not for the contest but just came to me.)


Details | Lyric | |

Death Meets Love

I got trapped in the dark 
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart 
I cant stand the pain that starts

they put a needle in me 
my heart stops beating 
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling

everything seems cluttered 
I stand here in a daze 
but your face starts to fade

I start to loose my feeling 
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working 
little flakes peel off my heart

my heart turns gray 
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go 

somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love


Details | I do not know? | |

I will not be forgotten

its the end inside my head
  i must say goodbye my dear 
friend 

im entering the unknown
im slowly starting to unravel 
and become unsewn
 you must not figure who i am 
for i am no one 

no one to be loved, no one 
forgotten, no one to grieved 
when the end is truly received
 
i will not be one loved, i will 
not be one forgotten
  for there there there is 
nothing to forget
  but this mere note of 
uncertainty and confusion 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Forever Trail

They roam miles over hillsides
stride aimlessly cross open plains
and grassy fields
unseen and silent to all cept' those
who see with more
then their eyes,
hear with more 
then their ears,
and believe with more
then their hearts and minds.
Twilight,a gray blue haze,settles in
quiet, no sound(s) heard
but those of time almost forgotten
souls lost, blanketed by death
foot-steps hushed by time
travel now in ghostly silence
their destiny, to travel the forever trail.
Physical lives long shed in defense
of the very ground they are now one with
their cries must be heard! always honored
never to be forgotten
lest their lives were sacrificed for naught.

Melody A. Coster


Details | Lyric | |

The End Time

Falling hard,the blackened skies
Admonishing flashes fill appalling eyes
Missile heads seducing death
innocence screaming as it dies
Accerbating emotions flow
Massive vengence they will show
Turbulent and scurrious are
the casualties of war
Leaders scoff and bitch their pleas
and politicians run for greed
Mothers cry while children bleed
The Reapers grasp is clawing
Apostasy the peoples way
Anarchy will come this day
Blinding chaos and dismay
The prophecies were written
       ARMEGEDDON
The beast has taken in its slaves
and the others are its prey
Tribulation scorns all nations
Clenching teeth in horror
Disease,famine,war and Death
On bloodstained clouds they ride this way
Plagues devour living flesh
Worldwide terror haunts this day
Soon the pain becomes abject
Slaughter now the beast instead
Rising from the burning coals
are the apparitions taunting
       ARMEGEDDON


Details | Free verse | |

EMPRESS OF IRELAND

THE EMPRESS OF IRELAND

Two mighty workhorses, colliding Titans,
Leviathans of the Saint Lawrence river.
Devastation’s maritime wrecking balls,
Slamming head on, even after the warnings 
Sounding, had been given, by Captain Kendall.
Emerging on the starboard side, a distant light
 Did shine,  from the masthead on high.
The tramper steamer, S.S. Storstad, 
Heavily loaded by coals freight,
Didn't hear the captain's hailing.
Lost within an eerie, thickened fog bank, 
 All hands struggled in full reverse, 
But the wheels of fate, had been set,
In motions wake, and it was
Coming straight towards them, at
Rapid speeds full velocity.
Horns rang out, life boats were lowered
 Broad side, voices yelled abandon ship,
Captured unaware, shaken from their beds.
Passengers scrabbled to the higher
Decks elevation, as the chilling waters
Slashed through the torn apart,
And breached forward hull.
Death's black ghost ship, lies moored
 Near by, ready to take on board, it's
Newest crew members, the grim
Reapers flag, flies at half mast.
Until the full compliments roll call, has
Been filled, by the dead's unwilling
 Volunteers.
Clinging to the life raft of spiritualism,
The living pray, for a last reprieves 
Salvation,  a miracle to save them,
But hell's vessel awaits and it's
Master has no mercy.
Histories stretches a gray shroud,
Across the debris field, as their
Voices grow silent, beneath the 
brimey deep.
A lone, cold, monument does stand,
At Rimouski St-Germain cemetery , in Quebec, Canada.
Expressing the details of this misfortune.
But it will never satisfy the sorrows felt,
By the survivors or family members
Whom were lost that early May morning.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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 | Haiku | |

Attachments Bind

. 
                                          Attached by small stem
                                            Sustainability...free
                                           Floating on wind land


Details | Rhyme | |

Unwanted Invitation

Death come a knockin' on my cellar door
Leave me be,go away and don't come back no more
I ain't goin' wit' ya,I ain't leavin' here and
I don't want ya tryin' ta fill me wit' fear
Don't bother callin',don't call me by name
Don't expect me ta come play yer damned game
I ain't ready fer preachers er no stoppin' clocks
I ain't ready fer graveworms er writtin' on rocks
I ain't ready ta meet the almighty creator
I ain't goin' ta no devil in no damned cremator
Ya ain't takin' me anywheres I don't wanna be
So yas best be movin' on and stays ta hell aways from me

Death come a knockin' on my cellar door and
I ain't around no more!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Subjected to Frost

Subjected to Frost at an early age
I and friends have since chosen our way
Thus many have traveled on the trodden path
I as Epimetheus see their folly at last
Knowing their hearts- how they long to go back

We few who still walk stringently down a narrow way
Have no desire to dwell back to that day
The path of life chosen this few now walk
Leads to the dream we long have stalked

Sequestered dreams by hoards at wayward doors
Glitzing a promise to a path more worn
Tis easy on the eyes, the heart, and the feet
Making each voluptuous gate seemingly straight-sweet

But I keep to this narrow grassy path- chosen by me
For to waver or detour would be dream’s death to me


Details | Free verse | |

In the Moonlight

It 'twas a quiet day
dreary and not the slightest bit gay
as i walked down the hillside
the town was barely visible with my disturbed sight
when i was near the main road on my way home
i had noticed i was utterly alone
i bolted for my house not a mile away 
as the quiet seconds of loneliness had felt like days
i came tumbling to the house and as i opened the door
the quiet engulfed me it seemed more and more
it was dark but the moon was full
giving off a blue light the opposite of dull
as i scanned the room searching for a light i found my back door to be opened wide
in that second my heart had stopped
and in the moonlight my eyes had caught
a man (or it seemed) was watching my every move
i was too startled to blink
for in the light which had only sought his face
i saw the eyes of a monster and my stomach started to sink
as it crawled, its feet seemed out of place,
the floorboards creaked and it uttered my name...




Details | Prose Poetry | |

Confetti of Flesh

 
Would I rather go too slow,

Damp breath feeding the soil, 

worms to grow, an

old mans toil.

 

For me the answer is clear;

Though not today and I hope not here – 

To explode with love and feelings gold – 

Not too young and not too old

Wise enough to see my growth

But not old enough to have outgrown 

My sprit, 

Fun,

this place called home

That’s how to die

 

A confetti of flesh ruptures the Sky.

Feeding the air, water and earth.

Why you ask do I care how I die –

My love, that is the whole reason -

We’re here

to ask why.


Details | Triolet | |

Black rain is gonna fall: A Triolet

Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet
----
The clouds are gathering to again 
over the far-flung island of dark, black mud. 
The wound of last lashing is still raising pain. 
Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again.
Meandering the village, flows the river stain 
with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts.
Now, clouds are gathering to again 
over the flooded earth, broken and suffered. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

The Devil's Lullaby

IT HATH TURNED ME AWAY,
BELONG IN PAIN, FOR ALL OF 
 MY DAYS.
REPENT AND REAP THE OATS
 SOWN.
HEAR THE BITTERNESS IN 
 MY TONE.
FORGET TO FORGIVE THAT
 WHICH HATH BEEN DENIED...
AND LIVE! LIVE! SAY I 
 TO HOLDETH TIGHTLY UNTO
THE ENDS OF MINE LIFE. 
 AS THINE MIND PLAYS
TRICKS AND PUSHES ME
 INTO A SWEET SLUMBER
WOOED BY THINE OWN 
 MEDIOCRITY;
THIS IS THE DEVIL'S LULLABY.
 NOW BE AT PEACE AND REST SOON 
YE SHALL STOP LIFE'S PROTEST.


Details | Sonnet | |

Waking up

Whispers all around me, but I don't see a soul
Feelings of dread and regret consumes my being
Is there some dark spirit around that I'm not seeing?
Maybe I'm crazy, but am I the one who's supposed to be playing this role?
Dreaming this reality up, yet it seems so real
Lucidity is ever so fluent; smooth as can be
Pretend time becoming a concrete fantasy
Regardless of where I end up, this is surreal

They say the white light is prevalent, but I disagree
A multitude of shapes and colors are profuse
With all of this around me, how could I not exist?
Reality is what you make it, I still am the real me
Time to make new and to really let loose
Haunting the past will be tough to resist


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond

Imagination lifts wings
the birds' flight, its soul
reaching its desire_
spirit, let go

past horizon 
vanishing through clouds
though no voice
it speaks aloud

guiding light seeks through
rain; far behind
spirit, now beyond
the sake of time


Details | Didactic | |

Blood Undead

The waterfall on my skin reflects my pulse
Its cold and its a broken glass of ice
Against all chains of cells texture on my skin
Ripped the sounds out of my throat
Ripped the veins out of my channels
Throw me down the salt ocean
My blood will turn it into an ocean full of spiders
Dead spiders crawling up your guts
Slipping down your throat
Eating, dissolving, your liver, kidney, heart
I will fall down from the black sky
On you arms, with all my veins out
Blood still flowing from my heart
My blood running undead
Blood undead...


Details | Free verse | |

Insanity or death the mind of a survivor

                                          Enters Shawnteysmo
Searching for the right answers using the wrong clues
Trying to cure cancer when clutching a carpenters tools
Handed death or mental disaster the latter I did choose
Like dog without a master Im breaking all the rules
I speak when I'm not chosen turn football games to news
Steal tanning beds leave lotion give vagrants home and shoes
When insane lies are useless nothing has me influenced
My brain just produces the truth in it I am fluent
Zip!! The beam from a ray gun knocks shawnteysmo unconscious and then enters 
                                              Dr. Mindbender
Me I'm a whole different character,My opinions are scarier
I am who makes them eat what they serve,When they play in the street I'm that car they deserve,At the last moment I swerve,The kind of torment that unnerves,I saute my pen and eat all the verbs,I've no use for friends so I dont pull my words
I say those things that disturb your sleep,The thoughts I bring keep you tongue in cheek
I am those mental splinters that enter into a place so tender the pain delivered could rupture your liver,Almost sinister but the offspring of a minister
Click! the lights go out and there is the sound of a scuffle the lights return and shawnteysmo has vanished Dr. mindbender is tied up in a corner and before us stands
                                                The General
I have been commissioned,To upgrade the position,Of all who will listen
No need for salutations just pay attention to direction
In the face of negative aggression we will continue progression
We will not waver, cower or sleep amongst flowers,We will devour the devourers
We will hunger only for respect and eat justice for protein
Our voices of thunder will reflect and break mental beams
We will willingly pay this pennance and scrutinised will be every sentence
And when seemingly all is finished we will then ask for forgiveness
It all becomes cloudy I shake those three personalities away regain focus and now Im back to myself............................Sha'ntez
I cherish my regrets so how could I choose death
In marriage myself and stress I accept nothing less
I feast on my pain so I'm already insane
Barefoot in the rain chewing on a sugar cane
I've been without breath pressure almost left my chest
The sickle of the best almost took my flesh
The fallen are the shields that remained on battlefields
So never will I yield I'll have to be killed


Details | Free verse | |

SLEEP WITH THE DOT

“You won’t be satisfied’
	-That was the voice i heard
and i turned the pages of the manuscript,
one by one;
and it featured the pearls impreganted to them
	turning gold
       dissecting the conglomeration of foresaken words
	foxed by (un)bound faith,
          berarted by depraved independence…..

i was apt to imagine,
         the emblem of affable federalism
	interfering the transmission from the scriptures,

		The (--(SCRIPT)--)

Don’t shower any light on me
For i am afraid,
	If i can make any pretence at eating;
You stony eyes; don’t gaze at me
i won’t be moved by your stagnant glare.

Six days ago,
it had rained heavily
		-A Divine Rain.
And now,
Though the clouds of darkness
  encompass the darkness,
  there may not be a rain today
  and sweat may again adhere to my body
  pleading for its liberation from self.

Even with the door left ajar,
	i will not enter the garden
		experiencing severe drought
As i know for sure,
there are only a few white chessmen left
       on the chess-board
   spread across the cryptic sky.
The reverberations of enchanted hymns
             dissolve in my ears,
           plugging my veering mind,	
     drawing the thin atmosphere into nullity.

But…
For how long will I lie this frigid bed
                 obsessed with wounds,
                     resisting the warmth,
      in the air of sustained captivity!?

I should arise now….
   I must arise now
        with my black apparels on
        to see the Reverend old man guarding the pious fire
And I’ll make sure
       my maid doesn’t wipe out 
       the blood-stains clung to the floor
For,
      I’ve to come again to smoothen the wrinkled bed
          and to depart,
                        forever….


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

~BLOOD DUSK~

~BLOOD DUSK~


I'VE 'LLOWED MERCY OUT OF MY PITY,NOW MINE HUNGER REFUSES IT'S FAST
 CONCEAL'NG TH' BEAST WITHIN,WHILE MY ENEMIES PERCEIVED ADVANTAGE
LIL' DO TH' INANE MONGRELS KNOW,THAT THEIR DOG'S DAY BRINGETH DOOM
NOW TH' RAVENS WILL FEED 'PON THEM,AS THEY'RE LAIN RIGID IN MY WAKE


'SPENDED IN TH' SHADOWS I LINGER,A'THIRST FOR THEIR SPUTTER'D GROANS
SENSING MY COLD THEY SHIVER,SOON TO KNOW TH' CHILL LEGEND'S TRUTH
MINE SLAVER BLENDS WITH FROTH,AS TH' RAGE ATTUNES MY SENSES FERAL
ANGELS N' DEMONS 'LIKE,FLEE TO 'VOID TH' SLAUGHTER FORTHCOMING


THEIR PACK APPROACHES HEEDLESSLY,AS I SMILE FORESEE'NG THEIR SHOCK
FOUR,FIVE,SIX BY THEM OF SCORE,"TH' MORE TH' MANGIER",I GRUNT GIBELY
MY SPORT'NG QUICKLY SUBSIDES,AS TH' SMELL OF BLOOD INCITES MINE RIOT
THEIR YELPS FILL TH' DARKNESS,AS I POUNCE PRECISE 'MIDST THEIR THRONG


SLICING THROUGH THEIR SINEWS,MINE CLAWS REND HASH'D THEIR FLESH
WHERE WERE PATES N' LIMBS,NOW SPRAY PROFUSELY OF PULSE CRIM'D MIST
TH' VAPOR'D THICKNESS FORMS AN FOG,AS I STAGGER 'MONGST TH' SECTIONS
WITH AN EXULTANT BAY I LET BE KNOWN,MY ALPHA'S ENEMIES' OMEGA...
.

..LEAVES FULL~FILLED,MINE FEEDING FRENZ'!!!


~AZAZA~'09


Details | Limerick | |

Lime Green In Pool Filter

Praying Mantis at basement door
I had not seen you here before
So lime green you stand out
Scarey enough to make me shout
Died next day in pool filter__gore


Details | Rhyme | |

The Clock

If time would just stand still,
then darkness would not fill,
the empty rooms at will.
With the power of my mind,
if I could just stop time,
by listening to the clock.
Tic-toc, tic-toc, Stop!

Frozen crystal chandaliers, 
no swaying drops of tears,
stop gleeming rays of light,
no sparkles in the night.
The music windchimes stop,
the silence of the clock,
tic-toc, tic-toc, Stop!

Tomorrow never nears,
an emptiness of fears.
The dream replays itself,
the loneliness not felt.
When gazing at the sea,
I taste the salty air.
The darkness covers me,
in silently dispair.
The bells begin to chime,
and then I know it's time.

Rose petals when they fall,
in my dream I do recall,
the darkness of this hall.
Black pearls that trim the wall.
Tomorrow is now met,
my eyes are truly set,
on time thats never met.
The clock begins again,
the ticking never ends.
Tic-toc, tic-toc, Winds!
Whipping tides! Rising high!
So I begin to close my eyes,
until the end of all due time.



Details | Free verse | |

Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 

cheerless

and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 
omni-present 

stench 

that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 
freshness--

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...


Details | Ballad | |

The Sailor with the one-eyed look

'Twas a cold wintry day
the road was frozen white and gleamin'
a pale sun stood over the clouds
watching them float lazily by
in the corner of a street
on a flat stone, so to speak
sat an old man, bearded and bare
he is the sailor with the one-eyed look

Sat as straight as a ramrod, did he,
back to the blizzard, now astride
with fingers so numb, eyes dim to see
getting a ha'penny from a passer-by
tramps and urchins flocked at he,
told them stories of the seas, he did
with arms a'waving like sails, you see
a gleam of joy in his eyes show'd

For he'd been to the wars
sailing on the ships of Her Majesty
seen it all, he's did, and lived,
came back home to muffins and tea
t'was on the seas he lost an eye
plucked out in an enemy fight
wounded and left behind to die
but didn't, and now home and dry

Retired from Her Majesty's service, he'd
now homeless, helpless, this once proud sailor
left with neither coin, nor a roof over his head
forced to the slums, living out of the gutter
t'was a piteous sight to behold, fie it!
would'a loved to chomp on choicy bit
displayed in the streets like in mama's kitchen
but not for his palate, just to be seen

Then it came, one bright sunny day
oh, what a bliss from snow and hail
tramps and children, out to play
free from the fear of icy pain
but alas! no sign of the sailor
save a snowy effigy, and on it his comb
for while snow lasted, the snow tailor'd
a snowy covering on him; it was his tomb!


Details | Free verse | |

A Halloween to haunt

Int this starry night 
Hidden by the moonlight
Were true love flowers
And true hatred devours
As my life flashes
My future and past passes
I wonder what can I do 
For Im dead without my shoe
Ha Ha I may be old
Even I dont know my  own age
Just another day In my page
Tonight is the creepshow
And the stinch flows
Halloween i say
Halloween is the way
Be frightened and scared
You will not be spared
Ghouls and ghost plunder in darkness
Werewolves and Vampires are coming out
With there scary spout
As the zombies rise
Here comes Frankenstein
With there deathly cries
The leeches nibble your blood
Can you feel the disgusting
Graveyard mud
Run all you want
We will not give up the hunt
Goodnight please let the bed bugs bite


Details | Rhyme | |

Crimes in Mind

Ideas so many quibbled in my mind
I can't see what's the best, the better or I'm blind?
help me find the solution
my head aches for this question.

Crime novels I love to read
think the way criminal minds did.
Investigate like the CSI works, but
getting away with murder, what's that?

Burried alive under the moonlight
followed by gangster in the middle of the night.
Shouting, crying, panicking
how should I escape, I'm asking.

Hostage by kidnapper, well, if i'm rich
or being hold-up in the streets of witch
all of which could take place
you or I can be killed in such deadly grace.

I found in Kinsey Millhone's mystery
her style of defense in different scenery.
Bravery and courage I learned from Maggie
in the Moonlight Becomes You, she managed to be free.

Victims are many but criminals are out
evidences are weak, they're afraid to speak out.
How to get away from murder
is my question, give me an answer.

Getting away with murder
my concern is just an issue but further
problem may arise, if I die
you, them and many will cry.



(11-Oct-09)


Details | Lyric | |

The Road Of Casualty

I fall into unknown reasons
I lay wanting,needing
Convolution,soul sucked dry
Aphasia,alone within
A battered shell,augmental decay
Life slowly passes away
Debilitated to my dismay
An accidental tragedy has
lost the lives of many
Contumaciosly
The musk from last nights indulgence
still lingers and it accuses me
I have debased the family tree
Through my lost cognizance
The pain others must breath
Censoring all relations
A dissaproval of my being
The air as thick as sulpher
A cyanosis of the soul
I'm left alive to face it all
Retribution paid in full!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


Details | I do not know? | |

Serial Pt1

Pain is an afterthought anymore,
The pureness of it so fulfilling,

Not for me but for those I adore,
The wait until the kill thrilling,

Blood oozes from my knife galore,
The nature of the act so chilling,

Crimson red swarms the dark floor,
The end near now dawn is nearing,

Each act causes my rage to soar,
The police are close how trifling, 

Throwing caution out the door,
The next victim my true calling, 


Details | Ode | |

I want to kill her-please try to stop me

I know she doesn't like me at all
I can see it
I can feel it

I know she wants me to fall
To fail in life
To have all the strife

She's been telling wicked things about me
She treats me like something she can't see
She is but a witch
born to give dark colors to the fairytale of my life

She doesn't talk to me
And if she would, it would be in most brutal way
I don't want to look like an enemy
But she's been making me hate her more

I tried my best to make friends with her,
But she closes her door..
I tried to reach and understand
But she wont give me a single chance

Can you please give me an advice on what to do?
I don't want to sin against Heaven, but she's turning me into a devil one.
My anger wont subside, it lasts forever.

And if she remains her stupid attitude
I could get a dagger and stab her up..To kill her is easy
But i won't do that
I may be in the state of hatred but i still have a conscience.

Please reply to this ode for this is a real life situation.
There really is someone i hate so much and her name is Fia

I need your advice. Thanx


Details | Free verse | |

DEATH IS A WHITEMAN

Death is a whiteman!
A whiteman without a face,
blends well with the sun.
A deadly sniper in the day
strikes from a distance.

Death is a blackman!
A blackman without a shadow,
sneaks up on unsuspecting victims.
He resides in the dark night
and vanishes with the rising sun.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Sweet Lorrayne { Rondel}

<                                          Sweet sweet Lorrayne
                                            No voice to speak
                                            Smile always peaked
                                            Just wanted to end her pain

                                         
                                            Known to one and all
                                            Cookies cakes she loved to bake
                                            Orders were never to small
                                            Family tradition she wanted to make


                                            Meds and revival she wanted nil
                                            Family and friends held her hand
                                            Assured she would wake in the promise land
                                            Lit a candle and placed it next to cross in window sill
                                            Oh ye hearts tears did over ~ flow and fill
                                     

                                  


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

~Of An Midnight Black~

~OF AN MIDNIGHT BLACK~


'TWAS TH' DARK'ST OF NIGHTS,BOURNE OF AN UN~HOLY EVE...
AS BLACK~FALL SEALED IT'S WOMB,TH' MOURNING SKY HAD SLIT IT'S VEINS
AN VENOMOUS MIST SPAT ASP'LY,'GAINST TH' PANES OF MINE HAUNT
OF NO QUESTION I CONFIRMED,THIS AFFAIR WOULD BE NICHE'D IN ARCANITY

MI'OL GRAN'DAD CHIMED,PROUD N' TRUE~11~12...13!?...AS TIME STOOD STILL...
AN DEATHLY SILENCE SHRIEKED,SPEAR'NG THROUGH MY SKULL'S SOCKETS
TH' PAIN THEN BORED TO BASIS,AS IT LOCKED LEECHLY TO ME IT'S HOST
IN AN SUDDEN STROKE OF TRANCE,MY FEAR WAS FORMED INTO FEROCITY

TH' WALLS WHICH HAD CONFINED ME,BURST AGAPED TO OBLIVION...
APPROACHING FROM TH' DISTANCE,GUTTERAL GROWLS SPLICED TH' STILL
AN JET PENUMBRA LUNGED,STEAMING FROM TH' GRAVE DEPTH'S FRIGIDITY
WITH NONE FEELING FOR FLIGHT,I LEAPT DETERMINED FOR TH' CLASH

GNARLED DIGITS GRASPED FIXLY,TO DENY ME MINE BREATHS...
CRIMSON SPARKS SPEWED,WITH EACH BLOW I SEQUENCED TO IT'S FORM
BLOODY FUME REVEALED MY RIVAL'S IDENTITY...TH' ONE TOO FAMILIAR FOE
AS VISIONS OF HIS PURGED PREY,APPENDED ME AN HATRED SMITHED BLADE

WITH EACH HEW I RENDERED,SOULS GUSHED FROM OPEN WOUNDS...
ADHERING THEMSELVES TO MY BEING,AS ATTENDANTS FOR MINE SCOURGE
AS TH' BEAST'S PATE BECAME SEVERED,HIS CLUTCH WAS THEN RELEASED
OF THAT MIDNIGHT MOST BLACK,I WAS JUSTICE...WELL SERVED


~AZAZA~'09


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall in love again (first poem)

Bloody Fingers,
Pointing victims
Burning evidence…
Jury duty’s
Painted fury
I want my innocence,
Stinks of flesh
And rotting pleasure
Decomposing itself…
Blame yourself,
Then cut again
Still you need no help…

For better or for worse, I’m going to be the first to burn,
And maybe then you’ll fall in love again,
And I’ll laugh and say to myself: “you’ll never learn”

Cradle lust
In death we trust
The rope’s about to break,
Life so gray,
Life’s so away,
Until someone plugs in the lake…
The badmouth watch
The priests don’t talk,
Because God is a mess…
Just take your pill,
Remaining still,
So you don’t become obsessed…

And I can’t believe I offered you my life, and you refused to die!
And maybe then you’ll fall in love again,
And I’ll laugh as I watch you cry…


Details | Narrative | |

Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


Details | Lyric | |

Future State

Incursion,moribundant
Iniquity,a malediction
Too late for reflection
No use for apologies
The harm has been done
Animus emotions
No war is ever won
Abjective adversity
Asperity of atrophy
Aberration then infamy
A molevolent society
A dictators sick dream
Future state,our reality!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Lover's Embrace

So unfaithful and so scared
I walked His way, with so much haste
A day of regret, A day of glee,
Never made up my mind,to what i feel
He kept giving and I kept taking
Always for granted,always mistaken
In prostration i realized, what it really is,
His love for me, my love for Him
That miserable night in my bedroom
with a broken heart, sadness and doom
No one was there,not even the air,
It cut my throat as i took an inhale
Through my sighs and my cries
I felt someone by my side,
He soothed and caressed me by His touch
He didn't let me die, i wanted it very much
I kept hearing Him say My love,
I love you more than anything in this world,
I bleed with you,in your broken heart i dwell,
He smiled for me and that was enough
to get me out of pain to relieve my misery,
He answered all my questions, told me to breathe
I cry when He said i will always be here,
I love you so much but you always win in love,
He said  don't compare love, 
Love has no boundaries, no measurement,no comparison
It is what makes the universe go round,
He is forever in me and I am in Him,
My love my existence , my everything.


Details | Free verse | |

Three inside a circle

Hand made skull
Elicits Death
More to see?
Ponder; and critique

    ___
   /      \
  | *  * |
  |   *   |
   \-----/


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 | Epic | |

A New Collection to the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment    
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree

They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to 
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten 

Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death 
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… 
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
 
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest

The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes 
Feeling your dangling fears and pain 
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest

Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection

You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity 
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... 

Oh you carrion soul and body 
Surviving through the shadows of the forest, 
roaming along the compacted forest, 
moping about in displeasure 
because without a doubt 
you are a magnificent collection 
to the eye generation 
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator

They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all

Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished

Allow yourself to not be startled 
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear


Details | Blank verse | |

The Knowing

I know, you know
Everything in time has meaning.
I know, you know…

I know, you know
Every soul in life is fleeting
I know, you know…

I know, you know
The beauty of this world is leaving.
I know, you know…

I know, you know
Even words can cause a reaping.
I know, you know

I’ve seen the energy, pass this galaxy,
Before the dawn of even you and me. 
Just know this can be yours. 

I know the pain you’ve seen
And the screams of your tragedy. 
Just know my means will justify your sword.  

So let us fuse here, combine here, and die here never. 
So let us cry here, fight fear, feel the sear of pain together. 

And all you’ll need will be clear. 
All I will need is your blood near
And in your pen we’ll live forever. 

I know, you know
No one can ever give you what I am giving.
We know now, we know.


Details | I do not know? | |

SHOWTIME

          SHOWTIME
Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody
you've played for long enough and now it's time to go
there's not a better time than now to let it be
insanities its own and best reward you know

deep in the night while there's no certain thing
but passion for the grief that lingers on and on
as damp and cold as fog as hot as summers sting
come life and death of it before this act is gone

there must be question to the ends uncertainty
that's led us guessing, why was this thing said
and is the act onstage or what the actors see
beyond the blinding light among the walking dead

who come to be amused right through our greatest fear
of no aplause; or laughter where there should be none
and we must speak each word for everyone to hear
exactly as they plan so that the show goes on.

and yes they knew the end before the curtain call
but made production's costs a thing to bear
and every star that's in the sky could surely fall
from how it shines tonnight unless the fire is there

they cannot see the moving of the props around
sometimes in pandemonium, at best in haste
nor setting of the stage--this is our holy ground
the tinting of each face the tightening of waist

there no one dares to tread except for those who see
the detail of it all must blend into the play
as carefully as we make this, our tragedy,
the making up must be complete in every way

we must not let the ending go beyond the end
or all is lost and all we'll hear is mumbelings 
and lack of press where there has never been a friend
so life and death of it come down though pain it brings

let not the curtain to ascend the play is done
and weary are the actors they've performed quite well
as real as life so now the show must not go on
past curtain fall there's nothing more we have to tell.
©ronwilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Free verse | |

You Can Be

What would anyone do
if I woke up one day
and decided I was
going to be the next
murderer?
That I was going to steal my fathers gun,
and of course I start with him,
the feelings so rough,
tears bursting from my eyes.
I move on to my mother,
my brother,
my grandparents,
and with every kill
the emotion ebbs away.
Things get easier.
What would anyone do
if that day I
proclaimed to the world
that I no longer wanted to
live in this world?
I created the noose
from my old Playstation 3 controller cords,
wrote my last words
"To the world, **** you"
and made an ornament
out of myself on the
back of my bedroom door.
What would anyone do
if I decided one day that
The world is full of pixies and unicorns!
that everything was red,
oh but not the light fire red,
but instead the color of blood,
oh how magnificent things look!
I work for the trolls under
the bridge behind my house
he pays me in finger nails!
You told me I can be anything,
do anything,
so why do you look at me like I'm crazy?
I see the fairies, not you,
so who are you to say I'm insane?
They tell me I'm perfectly alright.
I never really understand why
people were comforted by such an obvious phrase,
I KNOW I can do whatever I want!
Just like Jim Jones wanted to
control and murder 1,000 people,
just like how the people of Rwanda
murdered each other;
brothers, fathers, neighbors fighting each other.
So what if I want to conquer china,
put rat poison in all the exports
and watch the world die,
its my decision right?
you told me so,
and I'll plead that,
I'll plead that you told me
I can murder the whole world,
start the zombie apocalypse,
destroy all animals in the world,
when I'm up in that electric chair.
Hello my future,
Good-bye Sanity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Downfall

Spewing forth contention
All ignorance to compel
Obstreperous yet dastardly
the politicians quell
Negection of poverty
within its own society
Unbalancing the scales of 
a nations sovereignty
Execration of innocence
A new age policy
A xenophobic corpulace
of mass conspiracy
Many masks of one shall bare
the fruits through others gains
Bleeding dry good ethics and
leaving honesty in bane
Replacing it with seething spite
Now a flag bloodstained
Disconsolation through mans indignation
Predictions of plight into subjugation
Resulting in a death of a nation!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Ash In Her Words

She's choking on blood clots 
over the moon
her mind has gone wondering and 
it won't be back soon.

She's talking to angels 
under the sea
her windy expression 
is causing a breeze.

She's purple mixtures
of all that's not good,
her shape isn't changing
i don't think that it could.

She walks with the devil 
and flies with the birds.
Her mouth is an ashtray
and she's ashing her words.


Details | Rhyme | |

Need A New Spell-Check



      ------

So, I need another spell-check
What do you expect
The World is full of the word
My memory has gone 
To heck
      ------
I can say what I want
To say...
I do this every day
But when it come;s
To giving life meaning
Spell=check....
That is the way
      ------
Even though I need it
And I need it everyday
It is also important
That we mean what
We say,
      -----
Let He who hath' hope'
To wonder...Do it
Anyway
     -----
This is no time for dismay
Cause now you can get
A Spell=check...
To day...
      ------
Their is no other way...

              GF


Details | Free verse | |

Forested Meditation

Silence in their congregation
Wisdom without translation
Turmoil inhabits infestation
Confounded in fascination
Our unspoken conversation
Immerses such a revelation
Unfold the transformation
As I vanish in imagination

Submerging into the forest I descend
Aspirations freeze and suspend
Oh the glorious woods defend
As the converse energies impend
Without atonement they attend
All fortification shall unbend
Granting psyche virtue of pretend
And branched embrace births my mend

Absent from civilization
Initiate animus revitalization
Oh serenity of isolation
Enamored by the cultivation
Nexus with the vegetation
Being immobilized in jubilation
Ancestry rooted meditation
Trees’ essences kiss reincarnation 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

a nightmare ( i had once......)

the air around me is thick, its hard to breath the dense thickness of it; it smothers
every breath that i take and draw...
it's like a thick cloud wrapped around my every limb, 
so cold; so very cold...its as if ice runs through my veins and nothing is there to chase
it away. the stars are hidden behind gray clouds that churn angrily throughout the night sky, 
hot tears burn their way down my face, my hands tremble  as i reach out toward the empty
space. 
i feel dried grass and rusted chains beneath clammy fingers. no wolves howl, no
nightingale's sing their sweet homely lullabies....its eerily quiet as the night moves on. 
i feel  no caress of your strong fingers, so alone; so lonely....your eyes, i can not see.
it's your voice i wish to hear at this time. your voice that rings like a thousand bells
that chime. 
this horrid place is a place of death and sorrow, and i want no part in it; death is not a
gift i want or wish on anyone. 
i want love and light. the light, that your eyes shine so vividly bright. with every
labored beat of my heart, it calls to you. it demands your help as do i. why don't you
come? why haven't you come to help me? 
i suffer in this place, i plead you to come and help. yet you do not. why? 
the moon further rises; it's glow is smeared behind the dense clouds; stars have yet to
appear, its still your voice that i yearn to hear. as i stare up--not knowing who to
hate--at the sky, 
the tears fall harder and hotter down my face, 
i crumble to the ground and cry.


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Never Take Hate Outside

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

My Eternal

everywhere but the nape of my neck fills with goosebumps
his deathly kiss is cold, but Intense
i know what is soon to come, but I cannot feel Afraid
that would only hasten My emanate bloody death
my skin is pierced and my spine has a surge of electricity shocking my system
i collapse into his Viscous grasp

the world has never been this Auroral 
My heart has never felt darker
is an eternity in hell worth an almost infinite life of extraordinary feats to be overcome?
i know my Power is great
but now I weaken with thirst

i am not better
i am simply a slave to blood now
i could write for infinity, but i'd Rather Earn my way into hell
starting with the death of my maker


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the cavalry on Calgary held imaginary swords...

the kindred kingcups 
(she had yours without consent or contractual obligation) 
of political reprieve inched anxiously 
towards the fore… word… 
of internal isolation… 
the halcyon days of halter-neck hail, 
(nostalgic nuance and neo-classical neurosis)
delicately laced with cyanide 
and chloroform, 
fell fervently intact…  
upon the spectacled pachyderm,  
(he says his dermatitis was delinquency manifest)  

“It was merely residual disappointment…” 

Self satisfaction persuaded her to stay. 
For his green glass eyes 
and hyphenated smile 
did little to ease her ‘apparent’ apprehension. 

cost effective calculators lay me down… 
from the phallic pinstripe unto the higher ground…  
(she wasn’t a fan of spatial awareness)
“Hell is other people…” 
antisocial socialisation on economic terms,
“Hell is what you’re worth… the arrogance, 
the compliancy, advertising birth.”
the cavalry on Calgary held imaginary swords, 
lances, javelins, fourth dimensions,
accentuated by… cords… 
(skin tight jeans with universal appeal…)   

“It was merely residual disappointment…” 


Details | Ballade | |

Evil Enemy Tricks

A dream or vision one hot afternoon one day
A fell then thee evil enemy had came play
Being filled with much fear, so he wanted to steer
I had been driving in a car his house I found at night
Needing to stop for a rest his house be the only in sight
Social able and gracious he had invited me in
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
He was old and grey at least his face did display
“You look like an honest and loving chap stay here for a nap
There is nothing to fear no one can find you here”

No stars were above in the sky but yet I did not wonder why
The enemy had played one of his tricks
“Look at all these possessions that I have”
“They can all be yours if I find that you are worthy”
 “Allow me to show you how you can create them”
 “Here ye is the secret in how one controls the wheel”
Desires to steal the soul is why the enemy plays his tricks

Then he offered me a token if I promised to show him devotion
“See all this land I have cleared and designed by my hand?”
“It all one day shall be yours if decided to stay here this day”
Another way you see how the enemy plays his tricks
“ I have also ordered another surprise gift for you
“See that car over far yonder bringing it to you?”

The car had been two combination's but red in display
But I did not see this until after it drove away
Moving to far ahead so I have to go back
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
 He took me inside his home where we decided to wait
Introduced me to his family who were trying to escape
This is how the enemy plays his tricks at the gate

Then there was a knock at the door and I sent to answer
Believing it was the gift from he that I had longed for
I was happy and thrilled to perform this simple chore
Opening to see a female shadow being in close distance
Three knives had hit the door giving no resistance
Head had moved quickly thought then be Divine assistance
This is how the enemy plays his tricks


Details | Free verse | |

Poetic

sitting
 in the corner
 of a pub
 
I write vows
 and eulogies
 I speak
 of the dead
 visiting
 the departed
 
speaking of love
 waxing of life
 on the breath
 of a baby 

I take minutes
 of hours
 I wrap my hands
 in cheesecloth
 
stained with black
 my fingernails
 have loosened
 from their beds
 
life passes through
 my pen, surging
 and ebbing
 with each tragedy
 or celebration 

I read lips
 hear tones
 watching from afar
 the faces
 
but unable
 to touch
 the life in them


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Ode | |

DANCE OF THE BOOGEYMEN(An unusual Halloween hors d'oeuvre)

Twirling around and around in the Night Sphere
Creepy eyes that scream out for a Partner in Loungerie
Two
plus 2
6 and then Twenty
The Boogeymen of the night
Catching the souls of the departed in flight
Sending them to the loneliest corner of Hell
With a Dunce Cap on every head that read:
HERE YOU ARE STUPID..AMONG THE ZOMBIES AND THEIR DEAD
A quiet empty trio of fools who did not play it cool while they were alive
Who refused to submit to the booze,the Pot,and all that Open Up Jive
Sweethearts on the dance floor where the Dead party all without a smile
Takes us back to that Halloween Trick or Treat town,at least for a little while
Mothers swing their Fathers
The Grim Reapers do their do-si-do
Harper Valley 1-800-NEXT-OF-KIN
Biting Teeth on a Harker Jonathan
Sipping blood with a grinning Mina
She is lovely in that shade of dead
Vein vessel blood all around her neckTAR and thy Head
Here in the ram shackled Studio 50 for DEAD
Dancers are the Boogeyshoes
With one eye alive and the other socket popped out
Sleep Deadly tonight Beneath the full moon and the Tango of cold Harvest Fright


Details | Blank verse | |

The Shadows Vision

Roses lay on the balocony,
Looking out the window she sees,
Red; the color of love,
White;For patience of the dove.
Her dress flows from the breeze of the fan on the floor,
Through his vision he sees her down to the core.
She lurks around the cornor so quick,
She takes off for this man has a tick.
A tick of a mind so profoundly insane, 
Made a vision of this woman so dull;so plain.
He found love from one time of seeing her,
She walked away; his vision became sure.
The shadow follows close by,
She decided to lie.
"I have someone in my life", shes says loud as it echoes,
"Leave me alone for I met you at one of my shows."
His vision still set,
Her heart was torn;as a net.
The shadow found his end,
She lays with roses right around the bend.
Red;the color of blood,
White;The color of above.


Details | Personification | |

Love this hate that

music is more than an obsession its magic
no room in my heart for another thing
Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it
feel like i gave myself away a conscript
who wont listen to his parents
a young rebel not caring
but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing
so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world
so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling
the black depths of my mind is swirling 
the passion i used to have is running low so follow me
No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force
evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords
your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane
as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche
stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon
im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping
anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping
im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming
Of a day i wake up without screaming


Details | Lyric | |

Heaven Awaits

Blurred in the distance, nothing
But fog and sky surround me
A stretched, straight road, all alone I am
Carrying my blooded carcass, forward
With nowhere but ahead to go, I
Wait for my calling to the gates
With all my anguish gone
Where I stride now is limbo
Lost in oblivion I am trapped
Between the start and the end
No light is ahead of me, and
The light above is faded, and I
Am alone in an empty world
On a stretched, straight, dark road


Details | Free verse | |

The Tale of The Dark Night

Warm summers heat rises
 Winters long past and we feel the nights last
 Silver shadows fall on all that stand
 Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
 
The night everyone dies
 Future generations feel deaths grasp
 Caught with-in deaths cast
 Nights of the dead in a mask
 
There will be nowhere left to hide
 Hand held steady warriors stack
 Tales taught to be turning
 All things left burning
 
Wishing out answers while your learning
 Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
 majestic heroes merging
 Caught by deaths serging
 



Details | Verse | |

Fantasies, Realities, and Sadness

When I gaze up at the stars,
all I want to do is fantasize 
about the unrealistic
images of life.

I wish I could just fly away
and live on the mountain tops of Australia.
In reality,
nothing like this ever happens.

I'm living in a fantasy dream.
I hope I never wake up 
but....
I have to.

There are days where I feel lonely
and the dark gray clouds
shadow over my house.

I step outside
and let the rain touch my body.
Soaked by the wet and cold water,
I wilt away like a rose petal,
ready to escape my pain.

As I let the rain wash away my body
like hot water melting ice,
my heart turns into stone.

Stabbed by the prickly stems
of a rose.

To roam the earth 
with a broken heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vermeil Horizon

My life's lain out in vibrant shades
Amongst the shards of broken dawn
I walk alone through what remains
Of how my soul has come and gone

I have know the night, the stars
And I have seen the endless flowers
Falling like a sea of mercury

To see is to feel; to touch is to know
These tears will never let me go

For I have known the ocean's tide
And I have felt those endless nights
Fading like the sea that was in me

My heart is lain within the sky
The sunset that has yet to die


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Somewhere

Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky
Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast
I do my best to try not to die
But we both know that I cannot last

Flames and faith blazing as I go
Because I know that just up around the bend
Is forever somewhere that I do not know
Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend
Is forever somewhere where I still love you so
and forever somewhere near my bitter end..


Details | Ballad | |

The Last Ship

                        The last ship
is leaving mortal waters
                        headed towards
a farther shore 
                        At the harbor
travelers say their good- byes
friends and family
                        This is the way 
of the world 
                       Nothing is permanent 
here on this blue planet 
                       The sea, the sky and the ocean
are subject to change 
                       and so are we
Our mortal frames destined 
for death and decay
                    But the ship is going
to a place where stories do not end 
where golden blossoms 
                   on silver trees await mortals
who are lucky enough to go there
                   We know so little about eternity 
but eternity knows so very much about us!

                                                               










Details | Blank verse | |

Mass Graves

There isn't a mass grave in my neighborhood
a creek has never flooded
(there is no creek, after all)
and bones have not surfaced.

A bulldozer never grinds to a halt
stayed by a smiling white skull.
The driver doesn’t jump down
doesn’t sift through the remains
kneeling there on the plot.

I once found a grey limb
jutting out from a hill.
I hoped it was a bone
maybe a femur from yore,
the last limb of a virulent Ute
protecting his home—
built by him
with his arms and legs
with the tools of the plains.

His scalp no more,
his skin long gone
but the bone remaining
still staking claim
for the living and free.

But it wasn’t a bone—
it was a tree limb
because there aren’t graves in my neighborhood.
There aren’t even real trees
or game trails;
there aren’t survivors
or failures
let alone corpses and fleas
And the only war left to fight
is against omnipresent me.


Details | Rhyme | |

doll face

weeping sorrows,
my heart is left to drown,
you all sit and stare,
as i fall down down down,

do you not care,
or can you not see
this life is unfair,
and has decided she will be the end of me,

i see you there,
laughing in delight,
but i lay here knowing,
this will be our last night,

air so clear,
moon so bright,
yet i can not see,
for there is no light,

curl up and die,
lie and wait,
am i excpected,
to accept this as my fate?

screams so cold,
shivers run deep,
hell's been given,
my soul to keep,

heaven can wait,
i'm not wanted there,
through it all,
i refuse to care,

flames dance in circles,
demons prowl,
im still falling,
through air so foul.



uh... there. 


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


Details | Free verse | |

Sun Bleats

That which would make me a cog in the machine , 
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
	be left in the walls of sleep.

As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
	Let the world spin on thru space's 
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink 
	on the writer's hand. Or let the 
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
 chunks of lung, held by the prism of 
	your stare.

	To dance swirling down the drain 
as another matter for the brain to tick 
as a clock tocks out seven days to review 
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.

	Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike 
	drowning in clay & blank doll faces.

As my daughter will drink only the finest wine 
& my son will make all the other children cry 
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
	
	In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts 
revolve round the moon lit stage. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Depth

The days and nights have passed
The only vision that's last
When solstice have passed
Ideas and impressions born in field vast
Even directors were doubted why don't they cast
Have u ever got in your past
And saw your decisions last

We care for u each said
But nor one came to led
Is that's what they cal shed
To leave me cry on bed
Its better to be dead
They used me when they need
N trash me off indeed
Is that's what we cal care

To be with me somatic
N make an act dramatic
I handled all with soothe
But it pained when i was moody
Have ever been i met to
Who like me as i bet to
No not yet, not yet have met

Some things had really happened
That thought me to use weapon
My weapon was my spirit and strength
I haven't used guns or ornate
But killed the ego of many people n made them laid

The people thought I'm goon
But nor was me being quite all noon
My faith on GOD n parent's boon
Had boost me up very soon
All thought that I'm a loon
But its not true my moon
Now be back in the sky
And shines up very High


Details | Verse | |

A Clicking Tock

A night, again, in waking sleep,
Unuttered words that write the wall
From depths of darkness figures creep
Beneath the million fathom fall

Unspeakable the dreams that fright
The squinted eyes belie the wake
Beneath the sheets to flee the fight
And unformed lies the voices make

A promise, bargain, deal to death
Felled on ears that will deny
Ushered to betray in breath
The truth that sleep is but a lie

In the day's too honest light
The facts that once obscured are bare
The fears evaded in the night
Remain and quest the soul to tear

A wish, once made, can only die
The worst of all desires untold
Anything that grows to try
Will wither in the winter's cold

The waking brings the banishment
The sleeping can't afford
But the whisper's vanishment
Is undone by will's accord

Though too sweet the words once spun
And the price too great to say
Life's a game not easily won
Until the dice are thrown away

A night, again, in waking sleep,
Forgotten words exposed to swear
The oath he oaths to wholly keep
In the Game, there's none unfair

Be it love, or hope, or lust
That drives the mind to needs of want
So badly that one would entrust
Such evil with the heart's one haunt

Impossible, the logic cries
The truest evil's the mind of man
Projecting those traits we so despise
Is but the brain's self-loathing plan

Impossible, the hearts dictates
And truly wrong, but be it so
Then what's the price? The soul berrates
For the secrets that heart does stow?

Unsleeping, so the one returns
Whose promises resound through thought
And name and words to the flesh he burns
So that his offer not be forgot

If but a touch of lunacy already exists
What is the matter of spreading the rot
When a ticking clock is what resists
The selling is hardly worth the thought

In another night of waking daze
To make one last oath he may,
"Just sacrifice your mind to craze,
And I will take your pain away"

The deal once struck cannot revoke
The sacrifice is in the smile
The delivery of pays bespoke
Cements the access to freely while

With every day, the sleeping's less
And words will flow from wall to hand
Building to the mind's egress
The hourglass killing shards of sand

When the time has run and no hours will flow
He will come to me to find
Into the madness I'll gladly go
For, unto him, I sold my mind.


Details | Haiku | |

Awaiting

Ancient Angels 
await~ Resting
pure soul rises


Details | Free verse | |

The downward spiral

The downward spiral

On the edge.
Leaning towards the deep end
The dark waters with their mystery
Seem to beckon you and your misery
Talking like its cold embrace will warm you
It is asking for your life and to guide you.
Leaning forward into the abyss
The wind past your ears seem to hiss
Your fly and you soar
For a time that makes you wish you had more
Though the feeling cannot last
If you keep thinking of what people said in your past
The water boils from your unleashed rage
Only stirring the whirlwind of pain and hate
As you claw at the blackness surrounding you
In the tormenting fury that you cannot bare
You wish to scream in your anger 
Yet your voice seems to just whimper
drowned without air
As you are over come with despair.
The lack of life in this moment makes you weep
All you want to do is sleep
But then you think.
What about the ones I will make weep?
Maybe it’s not all that it seems
Maybe someone is waiting just for me
To wake them from their dreams
The nightmare that they cannot break free 
The one they are waiting in just for me.
I want it all to stop
I really want to quit
But I know the person is waiting for a hero
And this hero is me.
I must get out.
Out of this dream
I need to wake and help the one beckoning me
I say sorry to this black water
Then flail in its grip
Trying to escape its unholy embrace.
My breath escapes from my lungs
And my mind screams in pain.
But then the darkness evaporates.
Leaving me to start anew 
Like a phoenix rising from its own dark ashes.
I look at the world I thought I knew
Awake and breathing
I arise from my room
A new view on life.....
I look in a mirror
Then I see what I want to be
The glass shatters
Setting me free.
I will change the world 
And all that has hurt.
I will not let the one waiting for me down
I will find him or her and turn their life around.
I won’t let this world drown 
I won’t let others follow their spiral to the ground
Because I’ve already been to the bottom
 I know what it’s like to hit the ground
Then lose all you have had
But now is my chance to turn it all around
Ill carry you up that spiral with not a look down
I’ll help you rebuild your world again
Then stay with you until our end
Now no one will fear the spiral again
Because they will always have a friend.


Details | Rhyme | |

TAG

Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!


Details | Free verse | |

Taken to a Psuedo Paradise

Truthfully decaying Patience is fading Boredom turns to Rest Thoughts churning Life to Death Frustration with fists Shattered Glass Lying on the floor Pain filled with false bliss This is was his end


Details | Rhyme | |

circus

they paint my body,
and make me sing,
a smile i want,
from the man in the ring,

bend me this way,
throw me there,
with opened mouths,
they sit and stare,

i catch the eyes,
of one in the crowd,
of flowing laughter,
growing loud,

they see my chains,
my silent cries,
with each twirl in the air,
my spirit dies,

the lights go down,
i sit and wait,
as the one i love,
closes the gate

i wish for light,
where i used to fly,
before i was here,
where the clowns still cry


Details | Lyric | |

Taboo

Unloving feeling makes death so appealing
To all who are willing
Usurping all of which is forbidden
The mass denial of what is right
A common sight of all those who are living
Ask now and you shall recieve
Remember nothing comes for free
We take for granted everything but
everything is not for us to swim in
Be rest assured the time will come
when everything will burn while Death is grinning
For all the things stumbled upon
For all the things which always were forbidden!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Burlesque | |

Winter's Coat

Once it began to snow
my desperation started to show
for the coals started to glow
for outside it was 20 below
it was my will that I bestow
to kill a man with my bow
to skin him alive till his muscles show

A coat is what I want
a mink so I can flaunt
with the heat it brings I shall not want
with this good cheer I will not taunt
but this murder my nerves will haunt

Now doing twenty to life
I am warm but full of strife



This is Burlesque to make fun of something serious


Details | I do not know? | |

Darkness

Darkness surrounds me
Hatred floods my head
Images of her inanimate body
Lying on the blood stained bed
Brings a satisfying grin to my face
Still I hear her timorous screams
It pleases me greatly
As this is what I have dreamed


Details | Free verse | |

Reality of Mortality

Each cock that crows in the morning
mourns the death of dusk.
The silent sunrise reminds sages of the 
reality of human mortality.
Thirsty, mother-earth drinks the teardrops 
from the soiled skies;
ever hungry, the garden feasts on  feeble leaves
from trees in autumn;s wake.
Each new moment dances with radiant rays,
only to be nailed on a nocturnal cross
when shadows betides. 
Every being with blood and breath 
entered a pact with vanity before birth;
Human existence is a sacred script 
scribed with an invisible ink...
writing nothing on something.

The reality of yesterday 
cannot rid today of its obscurity,
uncertainty sweetly sleeps in the 
womb of... time to come,
time and chance melt into memories,
memories that roam in the human mind.
Years, months and days distil
into sweet and sorry stories.

Moments is what life offers us 
on a platter of preference:
a time to live and a time to leave 
this world of wealth and want;
seasons stop by to sigh-- 
weather whispers words of wisdom.
we are who we are; the earth 
exists in spaces and stratas.
The sinking sand on which we stand
is willing and waiting,
it will take nothing from us 
but that which we cannot afford:
Nothing but the dignified dust that we are.

I know two mindless weights
that make all things equal:
Twenty-four-hours-a-day and 
six-feet under mother-earth.
Alas, there are two dates not 
hidden from the lustful gaze of fate:
when the womb opens the 
narrow gate to human existence
and when the tomb opens wide
the gate to extinction… afterlife.
There is going to be a word on the marble 
that we will not live to write or read,
Yet it will be a concise piece of our deeds;
all what we wrote on life.
Time and chance will knock again 
and again on the door of destiny;
So, cloister your memoir with courtesy
 while you yet live in this frail field.
Only few men crave the den of darkness,
dust and ashes, but it is the truth is
that all men will run into it at a point in time;
There is a time to be born 
and a time to bid life farewell,
Twain moments that sandwich the opportunity 
...to live for humanity or live in mediocrity.
Adeleke Adeite © September, 2012.

Sponsor	SKAT A
Contest Name	free verse (old/new)

Contest Description	


1 original, poem on the theme of ......free verse .......
Any form is acceptable. 


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Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


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Another Window

Standing at my kitchen window,
silver maples dot my neighbors lawn.
I imagine in a different space and time,
peering through another pane of glass —
in a nursing home seeing birds eat a worm,
or a jail cell watching lives roll by on a train.
Life moves fast; things change
by the click of the clock.
Fire.
Flood.
Death.
Soon, I’ll be looking out one more 
window; see my reflection and wonder,
"Who is that strange fellow looking back at me?"
Wrinkles, double chin, gray hair... it scares me to think 
about looking out another window,
especially if mine is the only reflection that I see...


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Slide Show

A slide show in my mind
Doing time with memories

Everything that has made me has a slide

The good, the bad, the insanely mad
The gained, the lost
All embossed

The pain, the rain
The sun, the fun

Left alone to watch the show
Where it will go, I just don't know

When the show is done
All slides complete
Only then can I rest my feet


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As at the cinema

The life made a film just for me 
was my producer. 
I was the actor and the creator. 
I created every day as my last one. 
The end of the film was unknown...
Precisely as at the cinema

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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Attending Your Own Funeral

You won't believe this, rightfully so, you'll think it’s not true
but a person will do anything, when he starts losing his screw
I didn't feel that any one loved me, so I devised one day
to test out my theory, in the most bizarre type of way
 
I found a way after considerable thought, to put myself on display
and to be able to stay inconspicuous, from a secure distance away
I watched them attend my eulogy, peculiar as it may sound
enjoying the reception, It was nothing short of spellbound
 
Who could think, a person as crazy as I might be 
going to such extremes, who would ever foresee
to accomplish this great task, of convincing my heart
someone would somehow care, if I really did depart

In the back of the room, with shades covering my eyes
sinking into a chair, surrounded by this chorus of cries
who would ever suspect, that this stranger sitting in the back
was really not far away, from being deemed a quack 
 
When my funeral was about over, I watched those flowers start to bend
they too seemed to be saying, haven't you yet been able to mend
so I pushed myself up front, in order to get a better look
this death looks too real, what if I really did pass over that final brook
 
As I approached my casket, overtaken by this powerful desire
could this really be happening, shaking with a cold perspire
to escape from this nightmare, there was but one thing to do
hastening to relieve myself, running from bed to bathroom, I flew
 
The lesson here to be learned, after thinking about it, was simple and clear
we often have these fears, and yet are not always aware
what’s important for us, is to truly recognize in ourselves, which is the key
understanding our need to feel loved, and the absurd lengths we go, in order to see


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Nightmares

Terrified of nightmares, all the lies they share,
Show me my one love and how hes more content right there.

See him with another one, see him in his lust,
In these dreams I see him and I watch in pure disgust.

I cannot read my heart, nor my hopless emotion,
I cannot tell if I am still or if I am in motion.

I feel like I am dying, as I see him lay with her,
I'm starting to feel dizzy as things start to go ablurr.

I see him so impressed, as she pleasures him so sweetly,
And as I cry around the corner hear them 'cry' contently.

I know he'd never hurt me, but it's so hard to believe,
When I'm seeing everything occur in front of me.

I know its just a nightmare, it's never as it seems,
but why must I be haunted with these horrifying dreams.


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Empty

If you had it your way I’d have a ventriloquist mind.
Everything would be perfect and I’d be so on time.
You have tricks up your sleeves, but I would be blind.
The memories have disappeared and you’d be so kind.
We would travel the world in blissful sin.
You’d shower me with empty compliments that shine
Like diamonds and jade. 
And I’d think that thinking would ruin our home.
So I’d move with the light and the sound, hand in hand while
You’d be the man. 
Huffing and puffing about all of your fame, and me,
Your girl, I’d never recognize your game. 
And you’d win.
My soul would end and we’d form into one,
Blind to misery and in fear of the gun.
Breathing would stop and I’d look around in search
Of a past nowhere to be found.
trapped in a life I never chose,
Unfamiliar faces and you staged in a pose.
Your ego larger than the box in which I’m enclosed.


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RETURN TO HELL - Monsieur L'Vampyre

 MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE Return To Hell
Tonight love flies from where love never seems
to occupy, it comes from time somewhere,
and long ago, from emptiness of dreams
you've long forgot, but they are steaming there

deep in the night, from where I've spread my wings
and fly into your life in need of me
but be aware, sometimes my love it stings
upon your neck but sets your spirit free;

and then we fly through all of time and space
into the mist that's lifting cool and blue
back to the forests long burned by the race
straight to the heart of love that bothers you;

and you will love me like you've loved before
when you were someone else demanding more.

Take wing my love! There's naught your heart should fear
It's just like deja vu or times gone by
look deep into your death--love will appear
your love will never let your spirit die

and all are just as undead as I've been,
the only difference is you you come and go,
while dying as you have I've never seen
nor had the peace of mind the dead all know.

but love is constant in my life and heart
demanding blood be pumping through my vein
and when you feel my bite you'll be a part
of everything I've ever been, again.

Yes you have lived before and loved too well
and that's the price you pay to live in Hell.


Details | Haiku | |

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All


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Lost Soul

oh sweet spector
is that you I see
peaking from the old pine tree
oh sweet spector
why do you roam
looking for family
looking for home
oh sweet spector 
is that you I see
are you trying to frighten me
I feel your sorrow
I feel your pain
standing there in the rain
oh sweet spector 
is that you I see
do you wish to speak to me
long dark hair flowing down
she wanders the night in her evening gown
oh sweet spector
poor lost soul
where did you come from 
where will you go


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Slither

Crawling...through...dirt and mud,grass and wood
bones and blood,flesh it lusts............

                       Slither

Mephetic...lair...carnal sludge,abhorrant slugs
worms and bugs,a wretched flood............

                       Slither

Horrid...stare...incarnate scene,morbid beings
deathly rot,leeches suck............

                        Slither

Frigid...shell...devoured within,decayed skin
Skeletal remains,infestive feast in bane............

                         Slither
 
               


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Hellow, Hallow-E'en

It’s almost midnight
On All Hallow’s Eve
And I’m here to seduce,
Entrance and deceive

Tonight I come calling,
a nightmarish creature –
You’ll cling to the stories
You’ve been told by your preachers

Who tell you that ghouls
Are all in the mind,
But watch out for my presence
Amongst man-unkind

Creeping and crawling,
I live for this night –
I’m a monster most hideous,
My first name is Fright

I’m the truth of your nightmares,
The terror is sheer
And scaring you senseless
Fills me with cheer
 
I’m the presence 
Who inhabits your dreams
I’m alive in your deep,
Darkest screams

I exist to appall you,
Immerse you in fear
And my day of wakening
Is now, it’s right here

This one night in autumn
I visit from hell
Where I have been watching you,
I know you quite well

I’ve waited so patiently
For this Halloween
So I can show you my real face,
Gaunt, slimy, green

When you first lay your eyes
On the terrible me,
You’ll know I’m black evil,
But won’t believe what you see
 
Shapeless and hopeless,
I do not exist
In the time-space continuum
In which you persist

I’m other-dimensional,
Invisible, huge
My lips aren’t quite white,
My cheeks smeared with rouge

My hair’s writhing reptiles,
My nails twisted and curled
My breath stinks of Hades –
I’m so not of your world

I slither through shadows,
I suck the life from your dreams
I slurp up your terror
And munch on your screams

You can shutter your windows
Padlock each door
You still won’t be safe –
I’ll rise up through your floor

At midnight, I’ll seize you
And drag you away –
You’ll never see the light
Of All Hallow’s Day


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Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Cobblestones wobble and rock the carriage, 
as I circle these streets with Blue Bits and 
Derby Boy on this vibrant morning.
 
With the sun on my back and  a salty gale brushing 
by, my spirits soar as I imagine what the day will bring.
 
People come from all over to tour this city, 
and soak up it's history and scenic views.
 
Why not climb aboard my carriage and take 
a brisk ride with me on this beautiful day?
 
As we trot through the historic district, I'll 
tell you some of our most scandalous folklores
and show you their shocking locations, 
like Copper Moon Ridge, where pirates once 
dressed as dames to steal their first good swig 
of America's finest moonshine.
It's still pretty darn good!
 
You'll see the towering cliff views of our granite 
lighthouse, whose menacing design has weathered 
decades of the ocean's pounding tides. 
 
We'll squeeze in time to feed the beached seals basking 
in the sun or catch a rare glimpse of  the orca whales 
playing in our bay.
 
 
If romance is your desire, I'll tool you around  in the moonlight,
to our brightest vistas that magnify the star's diamond twinkles.
 ...Perfect for capturing your lover's passion-heart.
I'll even take a long stroll, just to assure you of your privacy. 
 ...Gentleman's honor, I won't take a peek!
 
If it's fish and chips you seek, we'll head over to 
Smacky-Bud's Mackerel Shack for the tastiest fish around.
But I'll be up front with you, don't feed any to Derby n' Bits 
or it'll be a long ride back.
 
So jump aboard and take a ride with this Ol' Sea Snake,
while there's still time.
I'm not getting any younger!
 
You day-trippers spend too much of your weekly grind 
in your lackluster cars.
 
Come, sit back and unwind for a short time.
I'll sweep you back to the golden age of enchantment, 
when hearts would mysteriously merge on a slow-trotting 
carriage ride.  Memories like these could last you a lifetime!


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ONE100eight

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ONE100eight 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
 
www.three 
 
SUN TRAN history 
 
 Passenger Pigeons carry messages to people entrenched at 
www.wwone/ditched in doughboy britches wearing Army boots of wool 
 August 3, 1914 special free edition of the BerlinTageblatt announces "The War 
with France” The Kaiser rolled away and fell from Germany the world is saved 
they proclaim the war is over 1918   
 His hat was very black and ebon his vest hung down in back front was cut in 
western sling style his hair was off white gray an old gunslinger out of old 
Tucson days. He took a transfer out of his pants pocket and tried to slide it in the 
bus to make it work but the driver had turned it off to see his face light up he had 
been caught for this was the very first bus. NO the driver said simply with a smile 
that will not work and left it at that and up to him he did not frown but added the 
dollar paid the money for the fare the first time not again his bogus attempt at a 
free ride had failed. He took his transfer paid he learned his western lesson 
there the driver being kind and understanding could have been demanding that 
he leave the bus and March 24, 2008 has come the carrier pigeons are taking 
messages to www.wwtwo.com the war is over Hitler dead go home and live 
without a gun without a dread.  She simply simpered she opened up her bag a 
purse no doubt without a dime or dollar amount inside her friend paid for hisself 
one dollar kept the transfer in his hand she kept repeating to herself for all the 
crowd to understand eye left the wallet with the money in it at home the wallet MY 
wallet is NOT in this bag it has been left at home the man he seemed astonied 
when she said in certain tones did you get a pass for me NO he said don't you 
remember my pass and your pass is both in your wallet left at home the driver 
moaned a bit but let her be she let them ride he said eye gave to you my pass to 
keep for me she said so sad MY WALLET is NOT in this bag it is left behind at 
home IT'S EVERYTHING the carrier pigeon flew with messages to the troop in 
the trenchment ditch at www.worldwarthree.com/apocolypse 
The message simply said 
we airmailed 
 every missle 
that we have 
to hit the enemy 
the world is over now 
do not try to do anything 
just pray 
we are all going to see 
JESUS 
NOW 
TODAY 


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Remembrance

A maze of mixed depression
Welcoming my perplex thoughts
And undesired dreams.

Covering the cowardness I speak
In truth of riddles that darkness hides
Yet all because destiny lied?

What rules to govern wicked
Madness seek to defend
Even then you shake
Its hand and try not to offend

No ones rite no ones wrong
Inside its always personal
But regretted from
The past postponed

And so I dream
See my breath
As a butterfly becomes my eyes
Yet red as a rose
From tears I cry
Remembered in death



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and we are gone

... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting only quickened wit & Pupil's Needs.

Mortal simian image, which we , the living 
only feel and bear and tremble and 
are gone. 
Upon my Darling's beaming eyes The summit 
of everest slurs into a bog or quagmire , deep 
and dank.
	So gazing with the boldness which prevails
love, and peace and gracious mirth.
	with a voice less loud though its 
joys and fears show wool in dissembled 
colours shine.
	
	As the passers by near us drew 
the Need to know from our stares, going further...
	" O Merciless Lady & Vulture Poet
when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
I will turn my bewildered eyes out 
of soil and darkness , to run through 
every alternate scene 
Where I  used to play on the green
in goodly colours gloriously arrayed.

And a voice less loud brought me 
breathless to Aphrodite , throned in 
flowers beyond this pale picture ; 
be the dream. Roaing with laughter 
as a fallow deer is clear cut through 
the sun seen peering out the skull.
Alls 
vast lilliputin language cannot describe
an Echo of the Time, after the rainbow.
Then , as if some strange mystery aware
that you should remember & be sad.
Now memory feels itself grow weak , I can 
not endure,
	I am merely flesh and blood "
"it will be found once more , I say to
thee with furtive flagons , white and red.
Now get back retreat, depart."
	She of the tribunal did command
great at sea, and the Heaven. From some 
touch of pity which may still restrain 
she let him pass.

A leaf fallling softly at my feet,
but I saw it was not as thought , 
only inked. Falling in Heaven's crescendo.
Climax always brushing distance out 
of reach.
As to long panoramas of Visions, of 
my faith , I'd give whole to see the architect
of my dreams once more. I am 
waiting here for thee, flesh and blood , merely.

	Ne'er to be found again. I am 
like a flag unfurled in space. Oh ! Lost 
to Her and all thy race to wit
 faces of scorn , stuttering ends 
this morn ; O Weak Heart. I long 
to rise. Never being a Poet of God's making ,
laughter to thy lips, wandering to sigh 
among mortal men dust ; shall return to 
dust. As the storm cries everynight 
and those that know me confirm that it is thus.
Easing a new epilogue , tremble 
and we are gone...


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My pernicious thoughts

My pernicious thoughts
is loosing me,
unscrewing me,
and killing me.

My scary musings
is taking me
on a rigmarole
to nowhere, it seems

Like a vagabond
with no direction,
it keeps pulling me
to all directions.

And surely soon
it will leave me blue.
One mighty pull will it take
to fill me full again.

My pernicious thoughts
keeps loosing me,
unscrewing me,
and killing me.

And, i can't fight it.


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Soul Freeing

     SOUL FREEING

Voices screaming, people hiding, shadows embracing me,
dark skies, sunshine faded, red moon, black sea,
The dead walk among us, beside us as if best friends
talking in your ear, whispering warnings of souls uncleansed.
Eating at your mind, spilling lie after beautiful lie,
you buy it hopeing for a euphoric high....
Not knowing that death is around all the corners,
waiting to make your family a crew of mourners....
Laughing, plotting, untrusting, disgustingly happy,
living your life not knowing it's crappy....
You're a fool!!!! I scream WAKE UP!!!!
But u drink from Death's decieving cup....
You reach out for help when it's too late,
I can't help you, you've sealed your  fate....
I can't make  your dying a beautiful thing,
you're a puppet on Death's hard wired strings.
Don't look at me, you try and burn through my soul,
as you fall into the darkest hole......
depression is a *****
not a switch
no way to turn it off again
this is your pain
I am the voice that's screaming, the people that's hiding, 
The shadow that embraced you,
the dark sky that faded the moon, the red moon 
I am the black sea that engulfed your very being.
stealing your soul and called it "SOUL FREEING"


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YOU CALLED ME COLOURED

I born, I blak.
I grow up, I become blak.
I see, I blak.
In the sun, I blak.

I scared, I blak.
I sick, I blak.
If I die, I will become blak.

Rotten I blak.
And You white fellow,
you born, you pink.
You grow up, you become white.

You go in the sun, you red.
You cold, you blue.
You scared, you yellow.
You sick, you green.

When you die, you gray.
And you called me coloured!
Black is ebony not attificial.
And you called me black.

whites and Blacks  come together,
the voice of apathied is crying 
In the grave,calling on
unity in diversity.


Details | I do not know? | |

demo

To be said 
	What are you look at ?
cutting down these days by 
	
	Mother board specification ...

... Rainbow shimmer Smirk ...
	To be said 
Above 
	or 
		below 
we all crawl in the mud 
	trying to 
remember those wings ...
Consuming when you laugh w-/ it 
	lost among ..
The rest of our demographic


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The Tryst

An exquisite touch of misery
cripples her sensibilities
two doors down
    bolted.

For written upon his brow
she saw unholy disregard
    for but a moment?

Seeping beneath her door
malevolent advancing collector
    glides bloody .......
~
She didn’t understand the absence
    of his soul
watching her in the insistence
    of utterly waxen wounds.

Without sitting behind her eyes
    how could he ever know
midnight’s promise and not
    ask.

And so he awaits with dagger
    poised as
she trembles with anticipation
    of his knock
on her door
bolted
at the stroke of midnight ...

[happy new year!]


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Land of Lost Toys

I know im not the best for you 
but promise that 
youll stay then ill be fine and 
my problems will 
fade away the sky will turn 
blue not the color of 
grey but today ill pray that the 
words you say will 
send me away to the land of 
lost toys where we 
will meet with all the lost girls 
and boys


Details | Ballad | |

The Rumble from Below

They heard the rumble from below
Drinks were spilled; they stopped the show.
The scream was heard, the tension rose
The crowd was still, the music froze.

The lights flickered, a roar was heard
Wild lion appears, then massacred
All the zebras, flailing around
So their stripes were safe and sound

This lion though, was smarter than that
2 weeks he’d been a hungry cat
Such silly follies were no match
To save lives on this grassland patch.


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Cold Brittle Truth

As a race
We chase the tail of approval
As a race
Cowardice abides
Dissonant souls
And dreary eyes
Measly lies
And tensions rise

As a whole 
We march to the melancholy drum
And bathe in the scum
Of what we've become

Oh sadness, my old companion
You, who tore me from childhood fantasy
You, who made my joy a fallacy
You

Seldom is the heart
In a place willing to give
In a place worthy of peace
You're living, at least
Though you may not want to live

As a tribe
We cannot deny
As a tribe
We can no longer lie
Or divided, and lost
We all will die


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Freak Show

Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the “Freak Show”. Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.


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Buried Alive

What would happen if no one knew I was still living?
Put in a whole meant for only one, me.
Clawing at the tomb where I was laid to rest for eternity.
My sanity slowly starts decaying.
My breathing becomes more shallow; no way out. 
No one knows that this is how I feel everyday,
Like I’ve been buried alive.


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Raven

The gilt hand ticked with trembling tock as seconds stuttered by
The hour hand pointed midnight as the night erased the sky
The funeral Raven demon black stared down with beady eye
To ask the listening madman, the eternal question WHY?
Unholy hour, unholy night, that cloaks the sins of all
Painting  world with graveyard black in mourning’s sombre pall
The wings of death he opened wide and fixed his callous eye
Again he asked the lunatic, the damning question WHY?
Beads of sweat and beads of blood with scorching fever run
From guilty hands of he who trembling stared upon the gun
The madman in his terror fell as death stare fixed his eyes
The Raven from shadowed gloom, croaked out the question WHY?
A deathwatch beetle, beat his drum, in measured even time
Echoing the fading heart of one who lost his mind
The Raven stole his sinning soul as with a final sigh
The madman whispered as he died, I know the reason WHY!
Upon the clock of living time, the hands cannot be stayed
Against each second, hour and day, lifes span is justly weighed
The Watchman Raven bides the hour when everyman must die
And few there are who answer when he asks the reason WHY?


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Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


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Quiet Contemplation

Quiet contemplation
Silence is relief
Safe inside my sanctuary
I look for solace and some peace
My mind continues running
In circles 'round vicious lies
Not ever once giving me a moment
To just break down and cry
So as I lay here thinking
In my darkened and cold bed
I take the little pill
Thats supposed to fix my head
The drugs begin to peak
My heart beats a litlle slower
I smile to myself
Knowing life is not over
I will awaken in the morning
And still frown to start the day
Fake smile for my friend
Keeping all true emotions at bay
Quiet contemplation
Silence is relief
Safe inside my sanctuary
Drug comatose brings me peace


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te vere

The man with the plastic bug in his head 
came in my dreams yesterday
reduce me to silence.
He beckoned me to follow him.
He pulled out the bug
burdened my memory with sins
and i remember the tune.


Details | Rhyme | |

Father Time

Tick-Tock told my Grandfather clock

I was chastised with a chime

Knock-Knock down my door with a rock

I was knocked down in my prime

I was still in shock how He broke my lock

How He stopped my time on a dime

I will always regret, I will never forget

that dreadful day I met Father Time


Details | I do not know? | |

The Four Horsemen

The Four Horses went riding

as I trotted 'round in shame

Two worlds were colliding

and I felt the flame

 

 

So here I am in hiding

for I am to blame

Now, Four Horses are dividing

and calling out my name


Details | Free verse | |

ask a chicken

Want to understand Death?
ask a chicken that awaits its turn
in a cage, to be beheaded 

While it waits in cage 
hand of death enters many a times
each time picking up one for a kill 

Death, moment by moment
it witnesses and feels 
Knife, Chopping block always in eye sight 

Want to understand Death?
see a chicken while being cut
in a moment, life chopped into recipe pieces

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(c) Hitendra Mehta
     Jan 2013


Details | Free verse | |

You're Going To Die Laughing

I could just imagine Tom 
dancing in the Lord's Kitchen
wearing his Spandex Boxer Shorts
while his other goofy Friends Hammond and Rosie
pose as Vacuum Salesmen 
at a Dire Straits Gig
making Tidbits and poking Wormholes
with their Listerine Soaked Tissue box
Oh I know Tom has to be laughing in sweet Pain
as these two nut cases aboard an U.F.O.
and stay drifting to another brilliant Convention
on  Insomnia and Nuclear Waste Medicine
Bet they end up thinking that  Lunar Craters
is the head cheese in charge 
As they sit to Wine And Dine for free


Details | ABC | |

if you only knew

when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture 
and i fear theyll regret it 
and other women dont care even at all 
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine


Details | Ballad | |

Immortal View of Time

Immortal I stand at the dawn of time watching as history unfolds what will become of 
mankind. War and evil is said to be man made, but it was created by the Ancient of Days; 
long before the snake will entice the mortals to slay.

The land is green with promise of that which is unseen, seize the day while it is young is the 
battle cry of the old, carpe diem is dead and cold. Potential is something that is most not fully 
realized, and never surpassed. History is the story of man never learning from the mistakes 
they have made before; there is no new problem under the sun.

Little spiders in my brain running at the speed of light, each carries a little thought some of: 
joy, hope, fear, and delight. Another fly dies food for thought is consumed fueling my mind 
through out the night.

The war within is the one not without belief, that these ants, spiders, and flies live and die for 
something larger than what they are in this life. “Veni Vedi Veci” Caesar cried but what was it 
for that this ant died? Shakespeare wrote, he spun and weaved but with his web of beautiful 
words is he really anything more than a spider to me?

The Brink of the dawn until this point in time: you’re born, you live and die. Is there a point to 
try? The pages of history are all the same, but do your best to live it different in each day. We 
will put it on your grave that you dared to live for the new day, which never came for you 
anyways.

Immortal I stand at the setting of the sun it seems like yesterday time has just begun; but 
now it’s done and these mortals had a good run. They have managed to find grace in the 
eyes of the Ancient of Days.


Details | Narrative | |

Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way



Details | Ballad | |

Josette, Drive the Faerie out of me

She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame Forsaken by my potent manipulating game I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires ...But not By My hands I Try To Follow her ghost But the fog and mist are too strong My eyes are rendered useless "You're Never going to Find Josette" The netherworld Spirits sang I Won't lose Heart I Will Win this Fight For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life This is what happens when The Devil's Adovocate Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride This is what happens When The life of the disease Loves the cure it desperately hates Drives you mad But Wasn't I already? Josette, I'm begging you To Drive the Faerie out of Me


Details | Imagism | |

Omlet - or - The Taming of the Screwball

         "OMLET"
            or
      "The Taming Of A Screwball"
      cast of characters:
      Julius Caesar
      A Roman Teenaged Kid
      A Roman Guard
      Brutus
      A bunch of Caesars Girlfriends
      A bunch of Roman Senators
   
   Julius picked up the violin and looked at the
kid. ""Et playdimus youdimus?"" he asked.
   "Nonimus!" replied the kid. "Cousinimus Nero
playsimus."
   "Ahhhh," sighed Julius. "Prodigimus bratimus."
   Suddenly a guard ran in, waving his sword and
shouting, "Mightymus Ceasermus! Brutumus et comingus!"
   Just then Brutus comes in, followed by a bunch
of drunk senators. All of Caesars girl friends
run offstage screaming in terror.
   "Ahhhh--Friendimus Brutumus..."" Julius said,
putting his arm around Brutus' shoulder.
   Brutus took out a dagger and promptly
thrusted it up Caesars bellybutton.
   "Ahhhhhhh--Brutumus!"" Caesar repeated.
"Youdimus screwdimus meedimus."
                     curtain
                      (applause)
© Ron Wilson


Details | I do not know? | |

fading

The day fell and the night came;
in the dark i stood alone...
mind filled with prior thoughts of a  red future, gleaming gold,
a bleeding earth and crust fold,
the cold Kachikau winds recycled into my nostrils the breath of the late me!

i saw the end of the world;
Like a rose during the dry season the future was fading!
the walls we built were trembling down;
the rock of my salvation long weathered and her spirit erouded.

the Kachikau horizons were levelled;
the times you were with me when i was with you were no more
a fire burned them to the depths of sheol!
i saw the earth fade...

we dug a pit and fell into it
we made the earth bleed...
our lips consumed us!
now the end of the world is near,
we and all are fading.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wicca Group

Place the candles in a circle
There isn't a spell that I can't handle
Be calm with your breath and be bliss
Saying spells that go like this

The elements of the earth
From birth to death and death to birth
keep all evil away 
Day to night and night to day

Spread these red leaves one by one
From the beggining till we are done
In this circle I have casted
Forgiven for what I have done in the past

My my soul be blessed
With love from the best
You and me are no dupes
This is my Wicca Group


Details | Light Poetry | |

Speaking from the front lines

Dread felled my fellows hearts, woes unseen from those on high
Bled, swells my fellows hearts, foes unseen from hills nigh'
Crashing, sweeping, weeping, boom and splashing, near imposing doom
Locked in the mortal struggle gloom and gnashing of teeth, untidy groom

	Dusty fields span the horizon, vast as any ocean seen
Grizzly bodies ash like iron, casting shadows over scene
Swords and sheilds differ, where heroes have lain before
Battles the same occur, when politics tend to ignore.

	Ghastly figures huddle amidst the filth and pray
Strange sounds echo adrift, fires lithe by day
Unknowing the missions ends, purpose to what is wrought?
Childrens pale faces grim, failing to see purpose fought.


Details | Elegy | |

End of the road

                    My heart melts when I think of that day
                    The day my name will be called but
                    I will kept mute.
                    The day when my body will lie
                    So lifeless that they will cry
                    Those that love me so much.
                    And they will rejoice 
                    Those that hate me so much.
                    The day they will follow me to the boundary
                    And say a very solemn goodbye to me
                    With a sorrowful last respect
                    And they will turn their backs
                    Leaving me to face my path all alone.
                    The day I close my eyes 
                    And will be unable to open it.
                    My fame and successes will stay behind
                    As I go there in my whole form.
                    The day when all I did will live to speak for me
                    Either good or bad
                    They will continue to reign
                    Even when I am not.
                    The day all will end
                    My pains and sorrows
                    Will all com to an end.
                    Also my joy and happiness
                    They will all end, all I did and had.
                    My heart bleed when I think of that day
                    That day, that will be the end of the road.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Puppeteer

She's running toward the light.
She's chased it all her life.
She wants it all to end so bad,
But she will never reach salvation.

She sold her soul.
He tricked her.
The master of deception.
The puppeteer.

She thought he wanted more,
More than just her mind,
But that's all he wanted,
To put strings attached.

She has to break free,
Before he comes.
She must cut the strings,
Pull them apart.

But she doesn't know how.
She's desperate.
She cuts her wrist.
She thinks she just reached salvation.

But she just let him forever have her.
She completed the deal.
She shed the blood.
She killed herself.

Now the light goes out,
And she's all alone.
She starts to cry,
Then she hears footsteps.
He's come for her...


Details | Free verse | |

Belongs to you

The knife blade
Glinting in the light,
I feel it slide it's way into my throat.
I awake with a silent scream.
And before I have a chance to catch my breath
You wrap your strong arms around me,
And hold tight
I feel your warm strength
Quickly calming me down.
I look deep into your eyes and see
So many things I can not explain. 
The way you hold my gaze,
Shows me that you care.
But as sleep takes over once more
Again, the knife shines
But just before the tool of death
Reaches it goal in my neck
I see the face of my assailant
And the face.....
Belongs to you


Details | Sonnet | |

Nightmares

I wake up screaming, sometimes crying.
I simply can't tell which side is lying.
Is it me, or is it my brain? 
I can't deal with much more because it drives me insane.
I see visions of horrible, gruesome things.
Like people who've been chopped to bits, and little dead kids that sing.
I can hear the music playing and it scares me to death.
I try to run away, but I get sicker with every breath.
I see people I love and others that I've never seen before.
If I ever see those strangers when I'm awake, I'll freak out, I'm sure.
Why do I have these nightmares each and every time I sleep?
Have I not cried enough tears for people I'll never meet?
I'll never understand it, but I guess I'll have to deal.
It only gets to me this bad because it all seems so real.




Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Monsieur L'Vampyre - FONTAINE DE JEUNESSE

Monsieur L'Vampyre - FONTAINE DE JEUNESS
     MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - fountain of youth
Into the night, committed to my way,
in sheer delight, and freed from light of day,
I bring no ray of hope for you
if tears are what you're coming to,
and if you're hoping love will ever stay.

I bring the passion! Love that's made from heat
and only physical, but never indiscreet,
if you'll allow my teeth to set 
onto your neck, you'll not forget
acknowledging your life's been incomplete.

When it's all said and done, I'll leave you cold
but never will I leave you growing old,
and what's come from my loving bite
has brought the end, to your delight,
of all the death to which your soul's been sold.


Details | Free verse | |

Deep Space Christmas

                 Deep Space Christmas

God is busy this time of year attending to the billions
People’s needs, guiding reindeer, assisting Santa, counting souls
Helping with the naughty/nice boys and girls 
Even Craigslist needs some tweaking here and there
And other things too numerous to know or mention here

God is the great Creator out there at all times
At Christmas He moves faster than the speed of light
He has to keep up with popular demands 

Stars and universes don’t create themselves you know
He rides great rivers of dark matter like a magic carpet
That move along ribbons of space and time

Cosmic phenomena built on great speeds increasing every second
Millions of parsecs wide and longer than known universes
They curve through cosmic landscapes and glide to the beyond

God looks out at the great black void
And with legions of pretty angels by His side
The wondrous design begins again  

Everyone knows that thousands of angels can dance on the head of a pin
It is common knowledge that each celestial creature has that gift
They carry within their deep deep pockets, (just below the wings)
Thousands of other angels dancing on their own individual pins

But did you know these same tiny angels grow?
They expand larger than most universes
With multi-color baskets by their side 

God directs them to toss assorted planets
From blue baskets into the great unknown
Over there to be precise, to the right and upward
And somewhat just beyond that spot

The yellow baskets have suns and quasars with special protective shields
To shield the angels from wing singes and radiation fields
They throw thousands at a time by pure design
And since suns are too hot to handle, they throw them fast and throw a lot

Black baskets hold black holes, dark matter and a scattering of exotic things
God pulls them out real slow due to weight considerations and mysteries

Orange baskets hold more void but more about that later
We don’t want to distract you from the Creator

Back at Earth He takes his favorite creation by the hands
Men and women die all the time
He looks at each and every one of them with His bright kind eyes 
At that moment they are the only thing in His universe

Don’t cry.  You are not applying for a job
He holds them as his own and welcomes them home 
So grab a basket from an angel and let’s get back to work
Universes don’t build themselves you know
 
  
 


Details | Lyric | |

Bipolar - The Revised Lyric

Here is the finished revised Lyric for Bipolar. The song can be heard at my poetry website vbdosa.com and then clicking the Bipolar link.
     BIPOLAR
Sometimes I can feel a magic like I've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like I'm dying here all alone.
Sometimes I think I'll die alone.

Sometimes I can reach out for you, but you're made of stone.
I could die a thousand times. Die a thousand times.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not alone.

Euphoria. Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. Euphoria.

Sometimes I can feel a magic like you've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not along.

Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. In and out.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
© ron wison


Details | Rhyme | |

My Pupils

Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber
But my eyes are an exception…everything’s a blur
They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure 
But I still wonder… my pupils still wander

My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot 
Their cup is half full…rather than half empty
My pupils see what others cannot  
Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty 

My pupils project feelings…
They comprehend – they spiral up and down
They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings 
My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown

Optimism isn’t in the picture…bestowing infection
Upon my crestfallen heart 
I’m a broken compass – I’m losing my direction  
My animated heart tears apart 

Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume
My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee 
Because they’re focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume
On with our soothing music 

Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity 
But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement  
They spot what others are too oblivious to see… 
Nonetheless, I still ponder…
Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? 

Do I witness the fears and woes?

My pupils reject the precious scenery 
They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency 
My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity
My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly…

My pupils…
Oh dear pupils…
Will you ever pay the bills?
Will you ever use your skills?

My heart bleeds in the river mills
My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills 
My pupils spew out remorse 
My pupils are like open doors…


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

SILVER TIPS FOR MY LOVE Monsieur L'Vampyre

      SILVER TIPS FOR MY LOVE--Monsieur L'Vampyre
The death of me lay waiting in the dark
down candle lighted steps, before mine eyes
as my love held the blade, to leave the mark
upon my neck before I'd realize

yes I knew she was there, and filled with hate
a murderess if I'd do as she thought
but I had other plans, to change her fate,
and lay her deep with all the pain she'd wrought;

my derringer was cocked and firm in hand
and chambered were both silver tips for her
whilst I had in my mind, and had it planned
in self defense I'd fire, be as it were.
     
     just as her wolf man died the night before
     from mine own hand behind her bedroom door!
      (less of orgasm he was humping for.)

And how she cried as he drew his last breath
I nearly had compassion for her spell,
forgetting how they'd made my life a death
and that his soul was borned straight out from hell

but grabbed she then my pearly handled knife
my very favorite blade of cutlery
I used in gutting pigs, or end the life
of anyone who'd do a wrong to me;

So down theses cellar steps she's led the chase
welll knowing I would have to end her days,
lest she could beat my play, and save her face
and then convince the gendarmes of my ways!

     I heard her breathing Paris, her sweet sound,
     but couldn't place the point where she'd be found
      for silver tips to put her in the ground.

The creaking of each wooden step gave sway
as I tried to step lightly down the stair
until the last was stone, and had no play
she held her breath, and silence filled the air!

The shadows from the candle's dancing flame
there on the wall made nothing for a clue
so stepped I through the dim, to stalk my game
and then I felt the swish my blade can do!

She missed her mark, but cut my sweated skin
enough to give more credence to my tale
and fired I silver tips, through satin thin
and to her heart--you should have heard her wail!

     She died as she had lived, a fool for me--
      and looked too sweet for gentlemen to see,
     And so I beat her one more time for free!


Details | Narrative | |

Pat and Henry: Mutual Feelings

I saw you last week by the river, right?

Oh, I couldn't say.

It was you alright. You were staring up at the sky. You were muttering about the clouds.

Yes, that was me. The clouds trouble me.

Oh, right. They say the end is near.

Sure, sure. Nothing but flat screens from here on out.

What on Earth are flat screens?

No, I said rat screams.

Oh, right. I hate rats. Gnaw at your feet. Pester the off-spring.

(mutters) These clouds will be the death of us...

Say what now?

I'm sorry. I tend to get a little melodramatic in the late afternoon.

I tend to get a little hungry. Especially these days, when everything seems to be dying
around me. I miss the live catch!

I suppose they'll learn from all the left-over bones...

Sorry, who will learn what?

They will learn what happened here.

And what do you think is happening, Cloud Gazer?

Not sure. But whatever it is, it's happening now. Look over there. IPad, by the way.

You...pad?

My name is Pat, I mean.

Oh. I'm Henry. Nice to meet you.

The feeling's mutual.

Where are you headed Pat?

Into history books most likely.

May I join you?

Don't think you have a choice.

We're all dying off, aren't we? Ever since that beam of light in the night's sky last
month, and now this thing with the clouds...we're done for, aren't we?

We had our run, Henry. Now it's time to lay down.

Okay, then. What a shame this all is. (sigh) I'm laying down. Alright, I'm down.

That's it, Henry.

Aren't you gonna lay down with me, Pat?

Naw, I just got up from a nap about an hour ago. 

Well, what else is there to do if all we got left is to lay around and wait to die?

I was thinking about going rollerskating. 

Really? Me too.

Probably too cloudy though. 

Yeah, definitely.

Should probably rest some more.

Probably.

Goodnight, Henry.

Goodnight, Pat.

See ya in a drawing on Facebook.

What?

Nothing. Go to sleep.

Sleep I am going.

The feeling is mutual.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Une Douleur Exquise

I have never seen such a face, not in my most perfect of dreams
To look upon you would be the purest of masochistic pleasures…

I beg of you, be the death of me!

Destroy me!

 

Self-aware, I cannot understand what is behind our paths intertwined
What a cruel mistake fate has made, to bring you into my existence…

Yet, here I am!

Here you are!

 

If it were only your face, had the artist only perfected your portrait
If you were nothing more than a vision, still you’d…

shine in the darkest of nights!
Silence the loudest of sounds!

 

Your mind, your words, every action creates a chaotic stillness inside me
I fear I could lose myself in your flawless existence…

I can only taint it!

I am only poison!

 

I have now seen such a face, often in my most perfect of dreams
I have looked upon you, felt the purest of masochistic pleasures…

You have been the death of me!

Destroyed me!


Details | Couplet | |

The Monster

The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare

I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see

Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground

It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell

Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound

High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing

Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall

Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone

Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation

Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.


Details | Free verse | |

The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | Rhyme | |

No-Name No: 6 'The Snow'

I must admit I'm stubborn,
see this young miss, she loved me
it burned through me like a sunburn
we would skip stones for fun
see, I didn't want her to go
then his black jacket showed up
and followed him through the snow
it was cold, they bundled up.
i could consider it; disaster
miss and I were more than friends
i tried to calm it did not matter
insane: I could not mend.
i took a nap... it did no good
i was still out of mind
i drew a map! I knew I should
i'd take back what was mine.
i found his house, I found them both
what I did, I don't remember
his red stained jacket in the snow 
it was the middle of December.


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Requital Darkly Spent (virelai ancien)

Alone upon a foggy night, 
With waxing moon a ghostly light, 
Resounded wings.
My mind contrived a murders flight, 
While lack of cawing did rewrite, 
Infernal things.
Resigned to capture budding fright; 
I drew the curtains snugly tight; 
My nerves hairsprings.
And though a superstitious rite; 
I wore a cross to non-invite, 
Undead darklings.

The third hour rings! 
And witchly brings, 
A inly fright on stealthy feet.
My courage swings,
As terror clings,
To fragile faiths undone belief.
And thin as strings, 
My reasoning’s, 
Assure a vampire’s kiss is sweet.
Unvoiced inklings,
Entrée stranglings,
Awaits your breathless Marguerite.

Across the floor without a creak, 
Asquint, I see a shadow creep, 
Phantasmaly.
Then lips are ice against my cheek, 
A summer ice that burned like heat, 
So wickedly.
And when she drove her daggers deep,
I begged her end my mortal keep,
And boundary.
With aching heart at final beat,
She drank the last of my conceit,
And murdered me.

Immortal is my Antoinette,
My slayer whom shall not forget,
That foggy night.
A Mephistophelean vignette,
Requital casts my silhouette,
In deaths twilight.
To scorn a woman fosters debt,
My debtor e'er bleeds regret
A bloodless white.
Alas she wishes she did beget,
A lover on the night we met,
To my delight.


Details | Free verse | |

Doors Of Death

Open up a hall of nothing
And wish to peer inside
With doubtful eyes and naive legs
You move closer to the doors of death
And I sit still, in a shadow crying such silent tears
Hoping you'll turn around and that your fate will differ from theirs
The stacks of skeletons I watch over, day and night
For I am death's companion and friend
It isn't hearts I break, its souls I help take
And you shouldn't have wished you were dead

Tip-toe
'Creak!'
Freeze
Hold thy breath and take another tiny step
What is the point of this, this is the end
I laugh cruelly, nothing stops me
Does it reach you, send a shiver running through your fearful spine?
Letting the cackle echo, I take another soul and then wait for more
Shout out the words, the last the youngster will hear, I scream out:
'Idiocy is what brought you here my dear philandering fiend! To the last place you'll ever walk.'


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Family Graveyard



My friend told me about this place It's at the end of an old country road The grass and brush are high now As if the past nature tried to erase.. My finger traces the names and years Of a family now so long buried A baby buried without a first name And the parents who cried silver tears... Oh, the stories these stones could tell If we only had a way to hear them They cry out to not be forgotten Remembering, I bid them a quiet farewell


Details | I do not know? | |

Musical Notes That Soothe The Soul

You come home with a grim expression
Ignoring the screaming and fighting
Another trashed night of insults and threats from your parents
Blams flying left and right but the only thing you can think about is getting to your santuary
Placing the headphones on, blocking the noises of broken glass and collapsing bodies
You hit play quickly and soon your day has suddenly become more bareable
You relax finally and lay yourself down on your floor
Holding yourself in the fetal position, hugging your knees tightly
You close your eyelids and take a deep breath
No more fighting
No more sadness
Only happiness and joy fill your mind
The beats and different tones coarse through your ears not screams and insults
You tap your index fingure on your knee to the beat of the music
Humming and singing to the lyrics
You begin to imagine your own little world where you can escape to
You smile widely as you see your parents looking at you and grinning back
They invite you into their arms for a warm embrace
You take it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment
You cry tears of happiness and bliss
You look up to them and you say: "I Love you"
But when your world suddenly began to fade away 
and reality came into view
You brace yourself for the blow to your stomach
Crashing to the ground, you hold youself and cover your face
Your mother shouting and pleading your father to stop
Your hair being pulled, slamming you against the wall
Grabbing your arms tightly he squeezes as hard as he could, hearing the crunch
Your blood curdling scream doesn't phase him a bit
Your mother tries to help you but he slams her into the corner of the wall
You slump to your floor again, laying there as you have a clear view of what is happening
Suddenly a knife comes raining down, you hold out your arm
Your mother now is suffering pain so severe 
He comes up to you and roughly kicks your face
He leaves as you hear tires screaching and slowly the sound fades away
Now the only thing you hear is your so called 'little world' behind you
As your vision suddenly turns black


Details | Free verse | |

Ghosts of Reconciliation

Lost, yet driven the plot just thickened takes a wrong turn yet still I learn to fight to live another day words can't do justice to misery Lost, now stolen my heart grows cold and I know your pain, it seems too much to take sometimes, just try to go on until running takes to hiding suddenly surprised by a hooded shadow person of somewhat self resemblance I come to the realization I am bearing witness into the other side Is this ghastly ghost my last lost companion we take to the dance of reconciliation soon other spirits join they can't resist temptation even that of my enemy turns out they only pretend to be a friend to me I see right past waiting on the other side for the last dance to cross over


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Jesus -not very poetic, but it's on my heart-

Dear Jesus, I was wondering what I'm doing lately...
I've been so ashamed of so much recently,
I'm so caught up in my life, I dont know what I'm doing anymore.
I'm terrified of my fate, and the people I love's fate as well.
I feel like I'm losing myself more and more everyday.
What ever happened to my morals? Where has my consious been.
I feel like I've already damned myself, 
I know you're real, I want him to as well, but does that earn me my spot in heaven?
If I made it, Im afraid I wouldnt be happy in heaven without him,
But is that selfish? I feel like you've abandoned me because my flesh has taken over.
I feel like I'm only living to be hurt and destroyed in the end.
I want to be sorry, and I am in certain degrees, but not genuinley enough, I know it.
I'm so gone I'm afraid that you wouldn't want to help me anymore.
Why do I see these things that frighten me so - Why do you leave me so scared?
Are these things cursed to me? or are they just illusions that steal my hope.
I need help, but I feel like I'm in this alone.


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For All My Pain

Your blood is what was Sacrificed And in Blood we Shall Bathe No more pain nor more hate Will be shed for me ...This is only a desperate dream A slight tender touch on the largest of wounds can leave you screaming for an eternity Dreaming of an escape, A friend from a figment of dark a world from the abyss of my mind Set to fix all of your transgressions Every time you left, abandoned, stranded, forget me A human heart has a limit but It's only I who is left to blame Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain Everyone turning against me I can't keep living a lie like this Lost In Life When death is the only hope Nothing is left to stay But the Fear of being afraid Let me lose this Let me enter another world Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain


Details | Free verse | |

My Dying Days

i wish they were here
i don't mean to speak blasphemy
but the truth is
i got nothing to live for
except my talent
my money is gone
plus my friends are too busy to listen
to a man who used to run beer through their throats
and then they would sing, together


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The Idol

Look at me,above you all
Glorybound until I fall
With all your hearts to me you call
Worshipping this idol on a pedestal
Through ignorance you bow to me
Blind to truth,I am all you see
Your belief is my will to be
Though just a piece of rock,empty
Now a god born to your pleas
A sacrilege and blasphemy
You have spent your lives and energy
to make a chunk of stone become part of History
In the end you see me fall
Crumbling from my pedestal
It is too late for apostasy
For all of your souls you have lost
          to me!!!


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UNHAPPILY EVER AFTER

So confused----nothing feels right but wrong
All I've dealt with for so long
Has blurred in with every sad thing else there is to see

I don't know what to do....
I'm at a loss for everything 
including you

Long, long ago
I thought you made me for one 
Now others knock at heart's door........
They will go unanswered

Alone in the cold of the dark
With all their own little broken hearts
They wait for what will never be; to hold my hand and be with me
And their burdens too are more than I can bear

One sweet face
Is blood stain painted into my soul 
His addictive voice
Resonates throughout my core 

I hear him crying 
I hear him screaming
I see him falling

With him I'll always be crying
Hoarsely, wretchedly screaming
Reaching out into the dark for him
but feeling nothing

This pain will never fit inside 
The grief has grown too much for me to hide
Mourning for the dreams in me that died
Anguish for a man who's dead to me 
but still alive

One big happy carnival of sorrow
That love will never fix
Nor will tomorrow

Mindless, mutilated hearts
Condemned to crimson drench the earth 
wherever we stagger
Miserably alone....
Unhappily ever after.


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Waking Up In a Dream

Caged out inside herself The dark light will never shine Why do you care to think negative If you'd care to think at all? Can you believe I wanted to be you? The dream faded long ago Once I realized it was me whom was right; prudence redeemed Your thoughts were wrong Why would you ever try someone that is less than you Someone that could never contend Directly to the end? My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream Is it justified To harm others Only to break your insecurities To fill your prejudice I wish I could know Why you do this The words freeze when the come to me To burn another was they set into you Relapsed again I was left bleeding Cause I'm not good enough if I can be me You were the dream; I was the nightmare Serendipity came for me And I woke up in a dream My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream Say oh, I must say, to you, Mon plus Cher ami Yes to you I'm sorry I had an opinion I'm sorry I felt for one who can't feel I'm sorry I wasn't you I'm sorry I can only be me I'm sorry your dread words will never again be heard by me My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream


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In Scarlet Skies

In Scarlet Skies reflect God's face 
and Heavenly colors light up The Place 
There God speaks my Mother's name 
And there she sees from which she came 


In Scarlet Skies where saved souls go 
Where Jesus reigns and rainbows glow 
God comforts her and lifts her high 
and gives her wings that let her fly 

Heaven is a reward that Our Father gives 
And it's now Home to where my Mother lives 

A new Angel now flies 

In Scarlet Skies..


Details | Personification | |

Personify this

I am a dark metaphysical being
Created by the wall of reality breaching
the malevolent Fabric of your nightmares  
I am not the boogie man no
I am the force in your mind that describes depression
I am the all mighty one who makes love falter
I am the beast who shines no light but engulfs you in the night 



If i am broken
it means once i was whole
If i am dead
it means once i was alive
If i am depressed 
It means i have once been happy


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Goth

Somber grey,true dismay
Abstruse plight,day is night
Assailants might,no armistice
           Goth
Abatoirs full of disgorge
A world depraved,a blackish haze
Ignominous calamity
            Goth
Fathomless,the abyss
Callosity,the damned to be
Feinous atrocities
             Goth
Evil adulation,whole affectation
Amoral fixation,mind controlled nations
Robotic existence,lost in decadence
             Goth


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A Road to Nowhere

A road to nowhere A picturesque scene of trees turning bare Fresh autumn scents filling the air And a young woman on a journey traveling from here to there With a slow, steady pace and tapping shoes She creates an east rhythm to hum along to Walking along, not a care in the world Living her life, and living it well The cool crisp air softly blowing at her knees Coming throughout the autumn trees For a moment it almost seems Things aren't really ever as bad as they tend to seem Soaking in the last bit of light with a peaceful flow She passes along the last few trees with golden leaves shinning abode The now setting sun begins to give off a warm orangey red glow Setting off her long blonde hair as it moves to and fro Then out of the gleaming sky Fighting her rising fear from deep with inside Her heartbeat quickens, as she tries keeping a steady stride Hairs prickling up upon her neck, a raven screeches as it swoops by The absence oh heat, so abrupt Leaves her with chills, so corrupt Touching her soul as if almost freezing up Upon her face lay a perfect cut A gush of wind cuts across her chest And her forehead quickly covers with little beads of sweat Just as she's starting to fear she can't go on She twirls and turns then starts to run She whirls around but falls to her knees Blood slowly dripping down from her cheek The raven appears with an open beak Ans lets out a bloodcurdling screech "Raven, Raven, oh please don't die!" She laughs And looks upon the bird with a menacing smile Then lets out a satisfying sigh "Just please don't die" She gracefully stands with blood-lust filled eyes Her tapping shoes carrying her off into the night Her Raven black hair rocking to and fro And off down the road to nowhere she goes
Inspired by The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe


Details | I do not know? | |

power

Outside in the distance
Thunders roll
Not storming
The light is an unexplainable show
When there is death
Some how the clouds
Darken the sky
The sound is so loud
It deafens the ear
A mushroom of smoke
Seems to appear
Blinding was the light
One can only wonder
Reasons for this titanic fight
Making the conscience ponder
Is this right?
Such brightness
In the dimness of night
Undefined by any word
Is this sight
The soul is mournful
And chest feeling so tight
One must ask
Is this a reason to fight?
Thoughts run
Questioning what is right
And what is wrong
All life present
Wiped away, forever gone
Power is a curse
Bringing no good
Not even by those rulers
Praised, or the misunderstood


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A phantom in the night

A button taken from a sleeve
The curse muttered in the silent night
tears and blood shed for the memories
A phantom in the night

A monster of the mind
Eating away on our shells
The shells of solidity that shelter our love
Destroying what bravery we may have had
replacing remaking it with fear

A love destroyed
The curse revoked
tears shed in the dark
suicide thought s crept
death brought forth by fear
alone buried by the shame the waited us down

A curse muttered in the silent night 
From hell a phantom in the night
A cursed object thrown into time
waiting to awaken its master
a phantom in the night


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Latenight No1

I can eat your sick
because I'm immune to all the days
that gather at your feet and beg for you to
cease this living.
To wring necks dry of cost,
and to tell me not to?
In the end,
you can consider me nature's go-to gal;
I carry your countdown clock.


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MADE TO LOVE YOU

(THIS A TRIBUTE TO GERALD LEVERT ONE OF MY FAVORITE R&B ARTIST RIP)

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU FOR LIFE
 AND ENTERNITY.HOW COULD I EXIST 
WITHOUT YOU CO-EXISTING WITH ME.

I WAS MADE TO BE: YOUR SWEET THING,
YOUR HONEY SUCKLE FLOWER, YOUR TASTY
TREAT, AND OF COURSE YOU BAD BLACK
AFRICAN QUEEN. REIGNING ON THE THRONE
WITH YOU.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU AND
ONLY YOU AND YOU IN RETURN YOU WOULD 
LOVE ME...TWO THUNDEROUS 
HEARTS BEATING AS ONE ENTITY....
EXISTING IN OUR OWN UNIVERSE.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU AND
ONLY YOU. YOUR EXTERIOR BUT
MOST OF ALL YOUR INTERIOR
WE HAVE A LOVE THAT'S UN-
BREAKABLE.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU AS
A JOINT PACKAGE.THE NAPPY
HEAD KIDS AND ALL.MY LOVE
IS SO DEEP ANYTHING THAT'S
CONNECTED TO YOU IS APART
OF ME...I'LL NEVER HAVE TO
CREEP...I PLAY FOR KEEPS.

MY LOVE IS NOT CHEAP DEEPER
THAN THE DEEPEST HOLE.DEEPER
THAN THE HOLE THEY PUT YOU IN...
WIDER THAN ANY SEA,AND TALLER 
THAN THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN.I
CAN'T GET OVER YOU.........

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU AND 
ONLY YOU BOO....MY LOVE IS
NOT CONDITIONAL BUT ALWAYS
UNCONDITIONAL FOR YOU.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU IN LIFE 
UNTIL YOU TOOK YOUR VERY LAST 
BREATHE. I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU.
THIS LETTER IS FROM YOUR BLACK
AFRICAN QUEEN. NOW REIGNING ON
THE THRONE ALONE. I WAS MADE TO
LOVE FOR LIFE AND ENTERNITY.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU...........  




Details | Narrative | |

The Melody of Hope

There I lay upon the curb, my heart still beating An Icy breeze cutting through, my souls was fleeting Looking up into the skies, I saw a flash of hope The clouds divided into blue, and dangled down a helping rope Rising up I start again, I'm fighting stronger The music plays inside my head, this I remember I use the melody to build my strength, I'm shining brighter I lace deceit with the flammable truth, I drop the lighter The phoenix rises from the flames, I see it's eyes Exploded candles ignite the way, I hear it's cries The path I walk leads to my home, a second chance At the end one final trial, it's the devils dance There it lay upon the curb, It's heart still beating Reaching out I take my sword, It's life depleting One final strike and a broken heart, death becomes her The sun comes out and begins to beam, hope forever


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gone But Not Forgotten { Footle}

Laid Wreath
      Good Greif







In Loving Memory
Of Our Fallen


Details | Free verse | |

The Trophy Tree

The Trophy Tree

Pinnacle of the pristine forest
Toxic from its blood-stained soil
The trophy tree sits

Barren of foliage
Dark decrepit limbs easily broken by subtle breezes
Amidst wisps of gray fog
The trophy tree waits

Surrounded by a dark ominous wind
Its veins filled with crimson sap from its suffering sorrowful souls
Engorged and contorted with anguish
Unapproachable
The trophy tree breathes

Constantly feasting –one victim at a time
Draining energies from Sleepy Hollow’s forest
Starving to fill its empty bowels
The trophy tree consumes

Silent screams echoing within its lair
Innocent peasants' heads stored as trophies
Roots reaching towards hell--

Trophy Case of the Headless Horseman




Collaborated with Gwendolen Rix, and Rachel Bernotaitis


Details | Ballad | |

Rosaline

Moonlight shines down on my cold, pale face I am alone, her raven calling, I am disgrace Falling as the willows weep, I hold her in my arms as she struggles to breathe Rosaline, my one love divine. You are sacred You are mine Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline. Happened that Grim reckless day when the shadows began to play Beauty detonated in my trust No more, no more will there ever be a witch so grand, as to bring back my Beloved Rosaline Sorrow cuts it's way into my heart It is the locked key, the one you keep Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline So leaving this Tragic scene I vanished from Rosaline's sight Nevermore will there ever be a witch so grand, as to bring back my Beloved Rosaline Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline. Enchanting she sang to me, in the everlasting light of peace My beautiful siren walks again Goodnight my Beautiful Rosaline


Details | Lyric | |

where ive always been

The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief
The moments of comfort are short and brief
the darkness engulfs all of my senses
like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions

maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end
what i wouldn't give know just for a friend
my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on
i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone

laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket
don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket
even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion
inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon

this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak
so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak
i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face
the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place

if theres more after this life has passed me by
ill wait for you all on the other side 
i hope I've left fond memories with you all
you kept me standing after every single fall


Details | Free verse | |

It was a Good Last Day of Winter

I drew wings all over me
and for a brief period of time,
I felt that I could fly.
However I cannot stress the brevity of this period;
[it was only about 7 seconds],
after which I hit the ground and thought,
"How silly of me to jump,
for I am no bird!"
This is when the birds took notice
and pecked me to pieces.
It was a pretty good last day.


Details | Grook | |

A Knight's Parody

A magic knight coursing on in brilliance

On lean hack in clanging, cleaving aegis,

Crunching incantation-dark, blunt, and grunt.

So light illumines his cold, whiskered phiz

And it predates the warrior in night hunt.

Chase is stashed by shade then stir lulls to prance

When periphery is gorged by a mist.

Pitches of bolts burst ahead ere he cries.

His corpus recoils from cuffs in the breasts;

Wide-flat nose lights down to the ground; he dies.


Details | I do not know? | |

THE SKULL

Deep in its eyes
Its pitch black stare
Searching for answers 
I will not find there
Arousing no secrets
No conspiracies
In emptiness
Its grinning glare
mocks my humanity
And as I look unto the skull
I realize my destiny


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Heart's Malcontent Eye

Secluded mind murder
Windows are false inside here
I find here,deep inside here...i don't find myself hoping for peace
These clouds of despair that blind the battlefield have a dark appeal

My naked eyes see nothing
The cheerful souls have perished...the beautiful people have all withered away
This Old Age prophecy must be

This is A Bleak life...led by the paragraphs of holy books,held by crooks
Sing songs of renewal in the afterworld
....hopeful catharsis...the relief of world

I admit...
i am the bashful admirer of profound destruction

signed
-K.D????


Details | Triolet | |

The Dream

~A tribute to “The Slave's Dream” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


One night the slave had a nice dream.
And in the dream he was just free. 
He heard sounds of freedom's bold scream.
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And saw the light of liberty's gleam.
No more felt flesh by whips just bleed. 
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And in the dream he was just free. 



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Zombie Killer

im a zombie killer born and raised 
to kill zombies with my ak47 and
shooting them in the head im a
zombie killer throught think and
through thin i will protect you 
from zombies just stay behind
me and try not to get bit by a
zombie becuase i will shoot you 
in the head before you turn into one of them.


Details | Free verse | |

Eight Seconds of Eternity

Beneath that baffling moonlight,
I covered your body with my loving arms.
Then we looked up,
and watched the fireworks as they lit the sky-
that gave vivid colors to our gloomy night.
Gently, you leaned on me.
I felt your soul hardly breathing.
You became still- not merely moving,
with your eyes closed, peacefully;
then you whispered,
“I will love you, forever…”
The sun began to rise; created a romantic scene.
How nice it was for the two of us,
but sadly, it was only me
who saw that moment of eternity…


Details | Light Poetry | |

Succubus

She lay beneath the moonbeams pure
on midnight dew kissed grass.
Nestled in the forest foliage
her beckoning eye allures.

Rhythmically writhing on the blades 
her sultry sway did tantalise.
Enticing me to lust driven stupor
she summoned my submission.

Straddling one to tittilation,
mounting me she lunges forth.
My mortal flow warm on her lips

So fades the waxing moon.


Details | Verse | |

The curse

When love was tortured
She was silent.
She was repeating words in mind.
Her eyes were looking up at heaven,
And there was no tears sign.

When love was being murdered
She was silent.
She was reminding herself of
All the moments when
She was smiling,
When happiness was real for her.
There was no pain.

When the blood appeared, and
Her last breath was gone,
Thunderstorm and rain came out
From heaven,
Darkness was called to go back to earth.
God cursed people and said:
“You will pay for your sin forever
Without understanding
You will feel nothing
Believing it is real”.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Cadeyrm - Battle King

The battle hardened warrior
stood solemnly upon the war torn land
the battlefield before him covered
with the life's blood of his warriors
battle armour, sword and shield
lay strewn across the land.
Flags fluttered in the breeze
as grim testimony to the fierce
and bloody battle which before
his very eyes had been bravely fought
with his fellow countrymen giving their lives
for that which they had sworn to defend
the very land upon which death now ruled.
His warrior Queen by his side
her allegiance to him the same
as those who had come before her
she swore to give her life, if called upon
for her Lord! her King! her Husband!
The ground, soaked with the blood
of warriors young and old
lay open before them
like that of a bloody wound
received victouriously in battle.
The once pristine beauty of the land
upon which they now stood
lay clenched in deaths mighty grip
a stark reminder of the ravages of battle.
With a warriors cry long born of anger
his sword raised to the heavens
he vowed his life's blood
that those who lay before him would be avenged.
As he turned to walk away
he heard the shrill call of an eagle overhead
this was to him a sign
felt throughout his very soul
that his cry had been heard
and he knew he would be victorious in his quest.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Rufus Dufas

once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold  Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun


Tribute To Poe



Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold
Editor

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

The Golden Door

How long have I been searching?

I fear I will never find

what I have been looking for

deep inside my mind.

I feel it there hiding

behind that golden door,

waiting for my return

and to mend what I have tore.

Absentmindedness has stained my consciousness,

creating turmoil at every obstacle I face,

destroying what I worked for,

while silently putting you in it’s place.

I loathe what I have been searching for,

because it’s been gone for way to long.

I hope when I find what I’m searching for,

I can sing it’s free minded song.


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Diamonds, Diamonds

Leave me in the Garden of Eden,
To witness life form and rivers begin 
to roll,
Naked but clothed in innocence,
Immortality has been placed within 
my grasp,
Animals, colossal beasts fall under 
my authority,
Every fruit and flower is offered to 
sustain me, save one,
Why do I want for what is 
forbidden, what will do me harm?
Every inch of this utopia is
entrusted to my care,
I will not fall into folly,
She is so radiant, shimmering 
diamonds are like as dust,
Born of my flesh and bone, the 
apple of my eye,
Her voice is my only weakness, the 
only chink in my armor,
As of now I know nothing of death 
but I would sacrifice myself for her,
The serpent struck while she 
wandered alone,
He enticed her to trade paradise for 
a bite,
Her mind freed, she introduces me 
to sin,
I must endure the face of beautiful 
temptation,
I feel the shift as the fruit touches 
my lips,
As as we hear God traversing the 
garden, we hide,
Clothed in fig leaves we face the 
Maker,
With trembling knees we accept the 
consequences,
With backs turned, cast out and 
disgraced,
The sword of the captain of angels 
bars the gate,
Sentenced to a life of hardship and 
anguish,
We will forever lament choosing 
death over life


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O Devilish Siren

The waves roar.
But you can't drown out the voice.
You can't handle any more.
See you have a choice.
Down to the depths of the churning sea.
Or up the sky's where you can be free.
She sits on a rock.
Not an inch to be moved.
Her gaze you have locked.
But your heart's yet to be soothed.
Her call beckons.
And you know you've lost.
The rocks are your reckoning.
You're life is the cost.
See this is what happens when you mess with.
Death.
This is your fate if you listen.
To the devilish sirens song.


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No ground to stand on

paint a picture of a landscape thats surreal to reality
a place that you could never imagine
where water flows to the sky
and the rain comes from the ground
no trees for cover
no mountains to gaze at
just water flowing through the ground
ripping life away from all it encounters
in this picture there is no ground
no solid place to fall on
its just a free fall to no where


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Like Father Like Son { Essay }

I know now I'm no longer who comes first
When I stare into my newborn baby's eyes
Dear God show him your love through me
this little bit of heaven I hold in my arms tonight
it all became so clear we're an ultimate team
that cannot be broken for this I vow 
giving you my  love for all eternity 
as I stare and rock you gently off to sleep

tiny fingers curled up to make a fist
 lips curled looking like your mad at the world
cowboys and Indians blanket wrapped around you tight 
thumb sucking and singing sweet lullaby's
I watch you gently close those brightful eyes
wondering was it  me but only in a smaller size
have no worries my newborn son 
your new daddy will keep you safeguarded from any storm

How will I explain the birds and bees
or monsters hiding under your bed that you see
will you take my hand when your afraid of the dark
or be a brave little soldier who's marched off to war
never fear for your daddy will always be here
will ask God to watch over you each passing day
for there's alot of things I still must teach to you
like your abc's and your 123's 


taking you to your first ball game
eating  your first footlong hot dog
cheering for the hometown team
and just recanting the past  when
you were tightly wrapped in your daddy's arms
looking at the world like  you were so darn mad
but fell fast asleep to a lulabys sway
of daddy  rocking his newborn son on that first father's day








Though I  Only Have My Jenny
Would Not Trade Her For The World
But Would Of Loved To Had A Son Also 






Tribute To All The
Wonderful Father's 

Happy Father's Day
RIP Daddy  {1925-1981}




















 




 











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A Shot In The Dark { Narrative}

helplessly he stumbled 
through the door
holding his bloody chest 
Mother gazed into 
her fourteen year old eyes 
and just knew that he was up 
to his old antics of gang banging 
Yelling and cursing did nothing 
to wake this kid up 
Mother's tears flooded 
like an open gate 
she wondered 
where she went wrong 
raising him 
for he had the best 
of everything 
a home a job an education 
anything he wanted 
or needed 
was right at his fingertips 
maybe having only one parent 
in the household 
or just not enough discipline 
now she stands helplessly 
over her young sons 
lifeless body 
lying on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood 
all that she could do now
was to pick up the phone 
and call the police 
and the morgue 



Tribute To Children


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Loveless Days

Blood spilled upon the British skies
Her eyes drained my soul
Asserted love in bad places has forever taken over

I leave the stoned windowed motel without anymore wishes
I pray for nothing now

I couldn't tell if it was morning birth or noon exposed
I jump the scene and the cold moments looking to hang onto sharpened blue clouds

You've burned me woman
You've pressed the flame upon my skin-analyzed my thoughts and sin,preached to all the
broken men,men like me who move with wind

But we're gone aren't we baby?


Her eyes drained my soul
Blood spilled upon the British skies
I died on your Monday evening


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Sacred Battlefields

Sacred battlefields, ages old
land now silent as death itself
bodies that lie where strewn in battle
become one with the earth for all eternity.
Mighty lands once cloaked in beauty
now lie covered in the life's blood
of brave men, who with their last breath
fight to defend that which they have known
and believed since birth
that to die for ones belief(s) is true and just.
This, a warriors creed, his one constant
held within his very soul through the ages.
Deaths blackened sting knows no boundaries
all soon fall prey to its deadly siren call
his life's travels have all led to this same end.
With  battle sword raised to the heavens
a warriors fierce battle cry, forged out of anger
echoes across the land for all to heed.
The battle raged on through days end
few left standing ...  brave men all
with fighting strength expended
freely given to protect, for the future
the same ancient lands, borne of his ancestors
upon which he stands today.


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FOREVER FREE

        FOREVER FREE
I stand before you, judged, a sinner be
relinquishing all rights, I might have had,
but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me
then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad.

I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea,
for all I've been in life, as having fun,
and all the hurt--that's been--because of me
I pray put in the past, as if there's none.

I ask your guidance, on my bended knee
protect my days ahead, if there are some
and never let mine eyes again to see
the lust of life from where all sin has come.

   And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be
   your servant who's been saved--forever free!
© ron wilson


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Deadly secrets

Dilapidated and faded,
Together they made it.
A house to a home,
If only she had known...
The darkness that lurks and dwells
deep within
Consuming, confusing and
Consoling his sin.
The secrets he hides are not harmless,
In fact,
The secrets he harbors are clues to his past.
Dark and shamed, he keeps them bottled up
Never popping the top to see what comes up.
He closes his eyes and pretends it's not real,
Consumes drink after drink 'til he can no longer feel.
But she has no idea of the monster he hides,
Her friends warned her.Well, at least they tried...
But when you're young and 'in love'
'Love is blind'
And her belief always was,
'True love is hard to find'
So she smiled and ignored them, played off their words,
Thinking to herself," Him..? A danger.. how absurd..."

Together they lived in their 'love' filled home,
The monster in him, becoming more tempted to roam,
He fought to keep it buried deep,
Night after night, alone, he'd weep...
'Til finally one day she confronted him,
Asked him about the words her friends had spoken.
" Beat his last girlfriend until she could no longer breathe.."
"Then he bathed in her blood as he watched her chest heave...."
That's what the girls had told her...
And after she mentioned it... she seen his anger...
His blue eyes seemed to glow an eerie shade of red,
Her heart stopped as she seen him, her soul filled with dread.
He raised his hand and struck her face...
"You let the monster out now! enjoy HIS face! "
She will never be seen again...
The news just says..."Both vanished... without a trace..."


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A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


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Life flashes before my eyes

My eternal sleep
Should consist of one last wish
Dreams and not nightmares


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An Old Man Thoughts

 "I would like the people to always remember me
beautiful and young.
With a strong body and nice skin.
I would like the people to remember me
fresh and active.
Like a sporty teenager with rich shiny hair.
I would like to stop the time
at the best moment of my life.
But now it is too late.
I am an old man.
The price for all that
I wished to have had was hard.
I had to die young..."

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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AN IMAGINED DEATH

I felt something which knocked me out...
then went to sleep on a snowy night;
hardly remembering any heartbeat in my wrist:
much colder than snow, whiter than a ghost.


I travelled into the airless, motionless athmosphere, clearly seeing 
magnificent planets drawing closer to Earth...
" Dead for sure " was that dreadful feeling,
and lighter than a falling leaf I floated greeting an imagined death.


Who raptured me? Was it a spirit being to induce a nightmare? 
All I saw was constellations that were as immense as Mars 
and black holes deeper than a volcano's inactive, scary crater...
fearing that they'd have swallowed me up in their blackdness.


If I had been dead, would I have felt fear, danger and fright?
A dead person doesn't feel, or hear anything...why did I still have senses?
Science fiction became real...horrible sights of clashing meteors:
exploding, scattering their debris causing an obscurity blacker than night.  


I had read of spaceships venturing into the unknown and mysterious space,
and wondered if they ever came back to tell of its infinite wonders;
no, I wasn't dreaming...I could have been the one never returning,
being trapped in an outer-body experience: shivering, screaming and not dying.


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Batter Up {Ekphrasis}

A
Soldiers
Silhouett
In black granite
Has
Found
A place
To call home
In Battery
Park




The Korean War Veterans Memorial
Located In Battery Park   N.Y


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Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


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Monster

My rage builds up inside
This is the face that cried
The body that died

The world that has no more space
This is the hand that bruised your face
The blood I taste

The depression deep inside my soul
These are the hands that are so cold
The hate that can't unfold

The life placed upon Thee'
These are the eyes that cannot see
The things that should not be

The shame that was placed
This is the mistake that cannot be erased
The time we have left to chase

The words that were spoken too clear
These are the ears that cannot hear
The friend who is no longer near

Shayla Dendinger


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unbalenced light and dark

the balence of light and dark
has merged with 
its own balenced 
perfection, was light
is what was dark,
what it is ,
is what it was,
for it will never be
its own perfection,
and darkness
still never
understands 
the light.


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A Slight Moan

A slight moan
Turns into a wail
That lets out into a scream
The scream seems endless
As does the pain
Unbearable agony
That you must live
The tears are streaming
Down your battered face
You taste blood in your mouth
It blocks your throat
You choke
It's over.........


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And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free

				AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} 
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
  


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Endless Blue

She wore blue
as Niobe's tears
mourning blue.
No Ethiope she-
yet for every single one that fell
to swirling Achelous
fourteen children she remembered;
drowned, one by one
in endless blue


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The Final Sleep

A petal falls as morning dawns flutters and sways gently aground a light breeze may carry it away before nature finalizes decay the golden rose from whence it came stands bare, its grace dismayed a bud, a bloom, a scent to please offers memories of what has been a cycle of life, or so it seems a moment in time or merely a dream did we note its wonderful bloom or did it live in solitude too short a life to go unseen beauty bounds within our realms reflect on all of nature’s being before we near our final sleep © Elisabeth Dubois – March – 2011


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My Battle

I was broken and bloody My soul was torn asunder,So death came for me.He thought it would be easy I thought I was done. But when he reached out to take my soul My spirit which was fading fast found its last ounce of strength and began to glow with an amazing power. So a battle began a battle for my soul. My tattered body then feel into a coma to try and save the last bit of its self.The battle raged within me for a full day. Somehow my spirit weak and faded managed to give death all and more then it could take. The battle ended and I awoke....alive the victor. So the question I ask the world is "If I still won the battle that weak and tired. What is there that I can't do if given the time to heal?"


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Part Two

Kansas City nightfall
in a rose-petal garden
Take the Easton & George
to the end of the line
He's been put down to slaughter
turned ash till he rose
To take vengeance on the spirit
The darkness that glows

Free dreams may assault you
so cover up your soul
When he finds you in the garden
the future is recalled
Return to Goliath
put your sling upon your arm
Show the glory of the moment
The turns of right and wrong

Cleopatra's in the river
sunlight for the flames
Rain down upon the heavens
the beat beneath the page
Ticonderoga battles dewfall
the blast that forged the seed
That fertilizes feeling
The riches and the reeds

It's a Manmade
evolution revolution
Axles, fractals, tin-can constitution
raining beds of clovers
On a Kansas City wall


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She Said








She Said
By Spidey Williams

She gave me a kiss followed by a long hug
With the words “Never will I betray your love”
I’m here with you to the very end 
As your grandmother and mother’s best-friend
I know you are scared to trust 
But I understand you’re not much different then us
The longer we live the more we learn
The more we embrace love the more we get burned
The more we refrain from love the more we cry
The more we ignore love the more we lie
Life is what we make it I was always taught
So what life have we made for each other and how much did it cost
Were we over charged or did we fail to bargain for what we bought
Did we buy at first glance?
Or knowingly did we take that chance 
Thinking we could sell it back at a higher price
Not realizing few people would actually want our life
Yet we live life like there’s no tomorrow
Then justify all of our sorrows
Then we act surprise when tomorrow comes and goes
When seasons changes and we finally reap what we have sewed
Realizing today is the aftermath of yesterday and tomorrow is the direct result of 
today
Yet when do we now have time to pray 
Or should I say 
When will we take time to say okay?
I am only me
But I can be more than me
If only I accept the now for now and worry later later
Than maybe life wouldn’t seem that bad now later

I went to interrupt her and to voice my concerns
When she placed one finger on my mouth then
She said,
You said the longer we live the more we learn
The more you refrain from loving the more pain burns
The more we embrace love the more we cry
The more we ignore love the more we lie
Life is what it appears to be
Even in the time of misery 
Life isn’t really mystery 
It is a puzzle with all the necessary pieces of life
You have everything you need you just have to fit them right
  She said!


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How Many Chances

               

As I awoke half startled, face still screwed up in a frown.
   I lay there quietly, wondering what in the world had just gone down.
I raised myself up slowly, cautious of what I might find.
   Could that have been the sound of Gabriels trumpet, the end of all mankind.
It was so dark, there was no light to be found, and the air was so thick I was 
fighting to draw my breath.
   Maybe this was what it was like, was I experiencing death?
Why that couldn’t be, gosh I felt fine when I went to bed.
    So what in the worlds going on, and why am I having such a pain in the back of 
my head.
Well now I’m getting scared, and I’m here all alone.
   Lord what’s happened to my wife and family, if I could only find the phone.
Lord I thought when you died that you were drawn to a light.
   Why is it so dark, then stark reality hit me, what if I wasn’t living right?
So what can you do when it’s all said and done and there is no more chances?
   If you didn’t live for Jesus, then the devil gets his dues, he gets the rest of your 
dances.
Well just how scary is that, scary enough at least I hope it was, for that’s the way 
it is.
    As long as you’re alive and breathing, Jesus gives us every chance, He wants 
to make you His!
Then something else started happening, something is shaking me, shaking 
me   hard.
   I’m seeing lights all around me, and I sit up and holler, oh thank You Father, 
Thank You Lord. 
 My wife is the one doing the shaking, and she stood there asking honey what’s 
wrong with you?
   She said are you okay, you must have been dreaming, is there anything I can 
do?
I said yes there is, you can pray for me and help me to lead a better life.
   And Lord as I say my prayers, may I ask a special blessing for my wife.
She pulled me out of that dream you see that felt so very real.
   And now I’ve got this one more chance to show You how I feel.


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My Cellar Window

My life had become unbearable
Too many chances
Not enough time
I contemplated suicide but didn’t
know how to pull it off

I practiced by jumping out of the cellar window...
As I struggled to raise myself from the floor
to the window

I contemplated my mortality

I then slithered through the cellar window
where I lay in a flower bed planted by my wife
 
Looking up at the grey and ominous sky
I saw a spark
That spark was my life
No need to hurry the process
It will be over before you know it


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Harpies

With their Talons they Rip And from your Blood they sip With their poison Lip In Pain you must Dip They already know your Life's length Rate invoking every Hate This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate This is your Sanguinary Fate


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my favourite path

i see it before me 
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction 
it is clearly there for me to do so 
the decision 
can stray left or right of the way I go 
and all I know 
is that it starts 
before me


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Promiscuity's Obscurity

Promiscuity
self-indulgence, did you wreak
you, did judgement seek


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Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


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Solstice of the two faces

silky sunlight stirs the air
then, falling supine
with motion spills upon striking tips of oak
clenched between bony fingers
a passing vision of life,
where lucid thoughts
and passionate needs
are found resurrected in a winter's day
the graves of yellow daffodils lie 
beneath a blanket of fallen snow
inspiring faith in tomorrow


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Domestics - blue berry pancake

Simmering,hot, pancakes, flushed.
Battered, beating, bruised,
Syrup, sweet, melted, dripping, 

Brown now, peeling, ripping 
Dark berries, smashed oozing bluish - black red,
Hands and words tossed instead,

Pancake Burnt! Pancake dead!


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The Diseased All-Seeing Eye

A penny for your thoughts is hardly a bargain the bottom line rests in the margin the separation between two different worlds it hits me it spins me it chokes me, I hurl Thats when I was coming back now I'm coming to back when I was so young I didn't know what to do that's when the world was new and everything exciting now its just boring drama more and more I'm finding If I had all the money I desired I would still be a liar because I don't really want any of it unless it takes me higher to a place of unmatched learning a place where Rome is still burning People come and people go I could live without them, though I have managed far enough to not look inside too much Disappointment in every turn less the violent fern that consumes you like flesh eating bacteria a fire that doesn't burn is not the truth rather a great big lie and liars get what they deserve from the all seeing eye


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Son of Sam

Voices, hissing in your ear,
Voices, installing unknown fear
How do you silence voices
That no-one else can hear
How do you tame
That strange, unknown fear

Lies and deceit
how it twists your perception
Safely it starts,
whispers of insecurity
A bit louder
The things it tells you to do

Ignore it, avoid it,
until the pot boils over
and the evil pours forth
Suggestion into action
Spurned by
the wheel of fate

Rape and ruin
Sodomy, lust
Harder it thrusts
Vampirism, cannibalism,
Pours forth the blood

Open your eyes
witness the lies
away pours the evil
away drowns the lust
Only your conscience,
a quiet distrust

No more voices
Only white padded walls
Your companionship guilt
Cushioning lies


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A Night Of Demons -inceptum-

(Note: This is the introduction of a poem story I'm writing. This serves as the introduction to the key characters. The picture is hazy right now, but as time progresses, the characters will change from blurry images to distinct portraits. Will they live? Will they die? Only time will tell....)


A Night Of Demons -inceptum- 1 A little child looks up at the sky, And sees the moon. A buzzing fills the air, So she pulls out her cell phone. A message awaits: You are going to die. She's an innocent girl in a world full of demons. Her name is Alice, and she's afraid. 2 The bus makes its last stop on the corner of Brambleton. A tired young man stands up, and almost falls. He notices words etched into the seat: You are going to die. He's just a simple man in a world full of demons. His name is Hank, and he's afraid. 3 The last of the dishes are put away, and she collapses to the floor. Her back is acting up once more. She notices a flash card, and there is something written: You are going to die. She's just a motherly housewife in a world full of demons. Her name is Ashley, and she's afraid. 4 Music blares in a pair of headphones, and a boy rides a skateboard across a busy intersection. He narrowly avoids getting hit. As he falls, a billboard catches his eye. He notices large yellow words: You are going to die. He's just a high school student in a world full of demons. His name is Darnell, and he's afraid. 5 The final boss in a long Japanese RPG awaits, and at long last he'll finish off the 100 hour game. If only he could avoid the instant death magic, maybe he wouldn't get a Game Over. But he can't, and the game flashes the following message: You are going to die. He's just a video gamer in a world full of demons. His name is Jack, and he's afraid. 6 The world is slowly falling apart Most simply do not notice a shadow watching the night. A foul wind whispers in the Shadow's ear the message of a demon: They are going to die. It's just a sinister shadow in a world full of demons. It goes by Joker, and it's not afraid.


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Is Life But A Dream 2K11

Homosapiens therein a state of sleep;  
To truly rouse forth thereafter thier deaths?  
Shall Sheperd say... He trusts they'd well sleep?  
Life, a dream? They'll fathom post final breaths.


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Arno Vale

Arno Vale
Bristol’s Necropolis
City of the Dead
Where the dead and living
In the daytime co-exist.

The path leads full circle
Around the tomb stones, chapels and trees
Tombstone white and bright in the sun
The trees decorated, woollen colours

Booted families trudge through the trees
Others visit the café and the gift shop
All this life in the garden of the dead
It seems almost pagan, in a Christian way
Reminding us of their marriage

The winter sun shines without warmth
Through the trees, the leaves still on the ground
Solitude without loneliness that is what is here
The dead not buried and forgotten;
But, with nature and the living instead.


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The assasination of Margaret May

The wind was blowing,
as the car was going,
across the hills ; across the vales
the night seemed young , as each nightbird sung 
to the moon there long and timeless tales.
Then, at midnight hour
the chauffeur rested, his iron fists upon  the wheel.
There it was,
The mansion of Margaret May, 
whose life tonight I shall verily seal.
I approached the moors like a silent hound
I scaled the walls then climbed the mounds
And though the night was dark and still
I still saw the great house upon the grey hill.
I scanned each wing like a wolf would see,
a sheep as it feeds with humility,
and yet it was no prey, that I was to kill,
for the hounds, they now bayed upon each hill.
The moon gleamed its mischief upon the terrace;
And it shined, like an unearthly thing,
it gleamed its sorrow upon my face,
and wailed its scorn, against the human beings.
I entered the house 
the doors were not locked,
so I opened them slowly and its  walls they did talk.
They spoke of devils and demons and familiar kind;
But I did not see them for my soul was blind.
I took out the weapon and its barrel shined,
by the light of the moon thay was now declined.
And having climbed up the ladder,  to the rooms upstairs,
I found  May just finishing her prayers.
She turned around and I gazed at her eyes;
How could such beauty be 'bought' to demise?
I dropped the weapon,
no bullet could shred;
The flesh of the mortal,
that before me was spread.
And yet she would die for the world could not accept,
what in this masion was hidden and kept.
She was not lustful but lust itself 
and yet I could not stop myself.
For I had no soul,
I had no sin,
I went for her throat, and held tight her chin.
She did not struggle;
She did not plead.
Rather she smiled, till I had finished the deed.
And left her silent;
And still upon her bed,
and there she lies smiling,
but her heart is cold and dead


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Naked

When my body decided to get sick again,
six sinus infections since last birthday,
I marched into the best ENT specialist,
waiting room lined with Hollywood’s
finest stars begging for reasons why they
couldn’t reach the octave of the day before,
impatiently flipping through old magazines,
interrupted by cell phones ringing in unison.

I got the lead role, thanks for your inquiry,
want to go to Hawaii for the weekend? Susie 
died. Funeral tomorrow. Allan’s away on business.
This doctor sucks. I have lunch with Ellen at noon. 
Dad’s in the hospital. Freckles just had pups, want one?

My name is called. I shuffle behind the nurse,
my chart clasped to her chest like the baby 
she might never have had, into the shoebox size room 
packed with instruments I didn’t know, 
despite three years of nursing school.

The suave, forty-something doctor,
released my X-rays from their sleeve,
and mounted them onto a screen. 
He looked up through his sleek wire frames, 
“You’re absolutely beautiful on the outside,
but a mess on the inside.” I wondered if 
he was making a pass or soliciting
a surgical procedure and how many times 
he repeated that line, loud enough for 
the pedestrians five floors down to hear 
this and the other truths about my battlefields—
three C-sections, knee surgery, twice a victim 
of what strikes one in eight women, and reconstructed 
organs of sensuality with tattoos to hide their truths.

Now I dodge doctors as one avoids the cones 
at the scene of an accident, but I can’t dodge this one.
My voice is hoarse, my breathing is shot
and I envy those vacuous starlets in the
waiting room, listening to their chitter 
chatter on cell phones. I sit in the exam room 
before the surgeon tells me one more time, 
something I need to do to hang onto my life, 
but I’d rather be the person before the scalpel found me. 


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Lost Confessions

Lost between Heaven and Hell, battlements of my spirit and mind, Raptures me into 
the new day, but delivers me in the darkness of night. I argue within my mind, that 
shall wither it blind, randomly I search for the meaning that enhances the light. I 
wander through the ailment that haunts me so. Small amounts of peace keep me 
driving onward, though I feel no glow. In-between both I am haunted with one 
sight, Glimpse of the dream I hold so dear, with massive amounts of fear, my 
menacing fantasy keeps me on my fight. Each week that passes seems as everyone 
that fell before.
My soul knows my end is of a different kind, knowing the sin that I carry each night 
and the penance that I must endure. My destiny is not what I see, But is what I 
deeply ignore. Lost between Heaven and Hell, My soul cannot sell, this torment, I 
speak is a different form I break, Not just any ordinary sin, I have no-where to begin.
No end to reach, my darkness seeks light, though there is no realization to teach. I 
am haunted by the past that lonely night that seizes, though it pleases me ,but no 
other can live in the desire that I speak here and now, Others have traveled this 
road without any dark temptation, though I would lose all interpretation, with great 
litigation. Lost now and forever my dream, forgotten almost it may seem. Distant 
calls engorge my thoughts, memories chase my spirit, and lust envelops my soul, 
into the realm betwixt Heaven and Hell. My dream I shall bury, my destiny, I shall 
marry within my mind and spirit. These darkened nights shall grab the bright days 
down into the mishap of grace. I will council each cheerful day and plant a smile on 
my face. However, the agony shall drive my heart to a stainless hollowness of 
discomfort my continued dream shall live on and inhabit this shell. This shell 
someday shall wither away; there will be nothing left to tell.


Written for

Sponsor Catie Lindsey 
Contest Name Dark Prose 


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As the Poor Man Crossed the Street to the Money Tree

          The poor man crossing
Got hit by a long limo.
                    "So close," said the tree.


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Death Awaits Me

It seems as if the darkness was like a veil that
Covered and kept my heart away!

Death Awaits!

Hey listen to my tragic story
One melodramatic story
The one that even I hate to remember
I had lost my wife!
My only real love in life!
And my children would soon follow after her!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!

I have no hope left in me
Lost my house after my job
And soon I had been forced onto the streets
I have been starving for days!
Crying tears of blood!
Then finally I submitted to the darkness!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits! Death Awaits!!!

It's like karma came back to haunt me
Taking everything that I once cherished!
It seems as if the darkness was like a veil that
Covered and kept my heart away!

Death Awaits...

Now that I've been corrupted
There was no way to stop me
I had all the power necessary to live
However, I cried for help!
Terribly crying on the inside!
Hoping for a release from this world!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!

I felt like an empty shell
One taking space and frail
Asking for some salvation or a way out
I'm tired of living!
I don't need this life!
Not if I am to be left alone in this world!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!
Death Awaits! Death Awaits!!!

It's like I held my life in my grasp
But then it all got taken away suddenly
It's like the darkness is slowly dragging me
Into a cold and dark oblivion!

How I wish that I could fade into the
Darkness and have death carry me away
But it would seem as if I'm made to
Suffer for eternity...
I've done what I've coud to try and
Take my own life away but I've failed!
So I'm on my knees begging the
Darkness to take me away!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits...

I call upon the darkness to do me a favor
I pray that my prayer will be answered
Take my life away for I want to
Be with my family once again... 

Death Awaits...


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Unspoken Heat

unspoken heat
surrounds me
the white pillars
turn to gold
i rise above the clouds
and the moment untold
the sun has this crimson light
i lie here and i cry
i wait here so patiently
for a voice to maybe whisper
years go by
here i lie 
no rescue
not a soul to tell me why 
nor my imagination
unspoken heat
surrounds me
the moment remains untold
on this cloud so patiently
not a sounds heard or made
only bright crimson light
shines down on me 
lonesome once again
bot a body nor a speck
in sight
the smell of nothingness
builds up
not enough oxygen left
to breathe
unspoken heat
kills me
here i lie
on this cloud
left to die
here i lie 
now i'm risen


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Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


Details | I do not know? | |

Stairs of Fire

"It's hot as hell in here...."
"It's always like this for me...."
She ascends the flames
He's left at the bottom
A staircase of light
Flames have ignited
She doesn't know
This time they are real
There is no saving her
His gift is letting her go
Her life has been this
Maybe they'll go out when she does.... Maybe....


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Dagger

Once again,
The dagger makes an appearance
As this dagger has hurt me, many times before.
The stabbing-like agony this dagger brings
That penetrates my being completely
At every chance it gets.
Sometimes the dagger, 
Removes itself from my heart
But is never fully gone.
Randomly and often
It pierces deep into my core
and twists from side to side
Reopening the wound
Before I have had time to fully heal
This dagger of torment
This dagger of immeasurable pain
This dagger that forever remains
This Dagger, my steadfast foe


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Immortally yours, The Night Time Day Dreamer

I want to go lower, so I can survive the lifeless crazy if only I could scream so all the stars can hear me shadow dancing on the river Styx the river flows that way, while I swim this and I never ever, let her in again for she could do damage, beyond repairing for she could explode in me, like a great atom bomb and then I'm left dancing, beyond the beyond Will I ever, never come home? we shall know sometime, in the near unknown I've almost gone dead again living in the only constant lying in a bed of defeat bouncing right back, like a song on repeat I heal so fast, what was that which hit me? I've already forgotten, you were ever against me Undefeated, invincible this world couldn't kill me, in principle I'm the rising unholy, now know me, immortal three is the number, that makes my perfect circle I'm inside the night, all walled up tight I still haven't faded, that made it all right I've taken a turn, and learned to be better after wearing your skin, like an old sin filled sweater you couldn't get me, it tempts me to fail then maybe you would have, just once chance, in hell.


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Phoenix

I became the mighty phoenix
When my life was set ablaze;
Rising from the endless ashes
Of broken burdened days

I spread my blazing golden wings, 
Soared into the open air,
Cast aside my repulsive end
And promptly left it where

No longer could it trouble me.
Far beyond it I had flown
Above the earth and waning moon
To places of my own;

Places like the blistering sun
Where my life began anew
With fevered hope and untouched dreams
Of all that I could do.


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Untitled Dover Beach

Death is the thing with feathered wings
Here on these rocky Dover cliffs
Against which breaks perpetual wave upon wave
    Melting away this earth-stone base
    Atop which rests the sky


Sleepwalkers, walking with lead-laden feet
They dream only of falling, falling
Let us, love, dream of one another
    Beneath the white gulls crying
    And the moon-tides dying


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VOWS

I SEE THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE,
LOCKED AWAY BEHIND ALL MY LIES.
I HEAR THE WORDS BEHIND MY 
BACK, TRUTHFULLY IT'S ACOUSTICALLY
SAD.
WHEN THE CHORDS ARE PLAYED,
THERE'S A MELODIC HAUNTING IN MY MIND!
LOST INSIDE; THE ENDEAVOR IS BLIND.
STAR-GAZING BRINGS THE TUNES TO A 
HIGH, PEOPLE WATCHING TAKES ME TO A 
LOW.
BOXED IN THE WAY I FEEL;
MY PANIC BECOMES MANIC, I JUST
NEED A WAY TO DEAL.
STRAWBERRY GASHES IN PEACH-COLORED
FIELDS, HELPS TO DEFINE HOW IT IS 
AND WHAT I TRULY FEEL.
FORGIVENESS SOUNDS GOUND, BUT 
I KNOW I WON'T FORGET. JUST
LIKE A GREAT POEM OR SONNET THESE
SCARS ARE MY COMMITTMENT.
SO AS I SHALL FADE TO NOTHINGNESS 
NOW; I GIVE YOU THESE WORDS TO
CHERISH - DEATH BECOMES MY WEDDING VOW.


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FLAMES

Nobody knows my story
I don’t even know my story
I sit at the window
Gazing at the raindrops 
That wriggle their way down my sill.
I wish I had been given more grace
I wish I had seen the grace
Nobody knows what happened
I don’t even know what happened
Had I murdered her?
Had I let out her spirit?
I wish to remember
Yet I do not want to know
My story is not forgotten; it just doesn’t exist 
Or does it? Only in me?
An illusion, a mirage or a dream?
Who knows my story?
I bet nobody knows my story
I still remember her scream
Piercing through the walls of that tower
I still remember that mouth,
Too tired to utter words
It was only the tongue 
Alive enough to lick that blood
Blood that tickled
Freely from her forehead 
She had stared hard
As if to tell me what?
This story runs endless
This story is timeless
It keeps arresting my thoughts
Should I have helped?
Could I have helped?
When I was frozen?
When I was rooted to that spot?
When I could do nothing
But to stare back?
I do not know my story
I have no idea what it sounds like
It happened too fast
In one split second
Right before my eyes
It all went up in flames…


Details | I do not know? | |

Deprived of Love

Tears as they fall, my life has come to it's end
My soul has grown worn and tattered of hatred and strangulation
Missunderstanding has shown through your eyes
My heart can't take anymore hurt and beatings
I let out a blood curdling scream as I fall to my knees in despiration
Holding my head in my hands, trembling 
As chills go up and down my spine
I cleanch my fists and peer up at the sky
Rain drops pitter, patter on my head
Drenched in sadness
I suddenly become dizzy and my vision blurs
Feeling like I'm going to be sick
I just want you back in my arms
Back to me please may you return..
I drop from my knees to my death


-For the one who I cannot bear to live without
?


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TY'D UP IN KNOTS

LONLINESS IS BEAUTIFUL;
BEAUTIFUL IS A DISASTER.
FAITH IS LOST...GONE AND FORGOTTEN.
YOU ARE THE EAR'S OPEN FOR MY RANTS.
ARMS WRAPPED AROUND ME.
TRUST GIVEN NEVER TAKEN.
WILL YOU UNTY'E THESE CHAINS 
WITH HOPE.
FORSAKEN AND CRUSHED.
TY'ED UP IN KNOTS.
DIFFERENCES PULL US;
SIMILARITIES BIND US.
IN A SEA OF RAGE, YOU WILL
CALM ME.
LIKE A CONFIDANT, MY SECRETS
YOU'LL NEVER BETRAY.
THE LINES ARE COMING LOOSE!
UNDONE BY STEADFAST HANDS.
THE WORDS WE SPEAK ENCOMPASS 
EVERYTHING.
FOR LIFE AND BEYOND.
NO ONE SEE'S, THE KNOTS ARE 
FINALLY GONE!
UNDONE, UNTY'D...AT LAST THERE'S PEACE!
THANK YOU MY FRIEND FOR HELPING
ME COME UNTY'D FROM THE KNOTS.


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Roses

She glances
From afore does she stare
Poised passive without motion
Petals grace and glance in glimmer
Dans la roseraie de la vue
Attractive allure into light's lust 
Marinating morning's delectable dew
Entwined is she in the rose's vine
Flowered fluorescence enclosed eloped
Claret joues et l'éclat rose
From the bud doth she now call
Flowered glances doth pollen pose
She glances...
Coeur brisé


Details | Quatrain | |

True Rain

Miniscule speckles of grey dust, 
Encased within wet prison, 
To us they look so beautiful, 
Those poor little trapped grey balls, 

Millions of them come each time, 
All fighting to become free, 
Their lives plummeting to the ground, 
But of this we do not see, 

They free fall hundreds of miles, 
They fall from heaven to earth, 
It's quite like a mass suicide, 
That was planned from their very birth, 

They have no choice of this sad death, 
It is what they were born to do, 
It's as if their whole purpose is, 
To become huge puddles of blue, 

We cannot control these deaths, 
But we can imagine their pain, 
So think of that next time you see, 
The beauty that we call rain.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007


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Forever Gone

That generation had come, no name
Signed, sealed in blood, became the lame
No perception of time, there was no date
Their hands were scanned entering the gate
Digits, the Matrix had come fulfilled
Not worth a dime, the dollar bill
Stock Market fell through in New York
Great storms, bad weather to report
They all bowed low to the great lord
She never moved, just held her torch..
Nothing made sense, the time dragged on
No difference between you or your clone
Abortion now banned, the cities thrived
Mutants clinging, in need of life
Who is God in all this pain!?
Not one invoked Him by His name
Therefore, the time kept on and on
The One they knew, forever gone


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Seem Not To Even Care

Its not like I asked for this
It’s something else besides
But knowing there is no way out
Just tears me up inside.
It’s like suffocation
Like drowning on dry land
Impossible, not really
On my knees for I cannot stand
You make promises and break them all
Crush them into dust
Moving on isn’t helping
To just leave things in the past
Burnt down to ashes, black and cold
Another day goes by
Another day in which I mean naught
Left on low, not on high
I do not beg for this torture
To be left out on my own
But you make it seem like that’s what I want
And again I’m left alone
One day you’ll pay the price for this
And regret it everyday
You deserved it for what you’ve done
And that’s all I have to say
You make is sound like it hurts you more
That you’re the victim here
Truth is you stand by and watch me cry
And seem not to even care
 


Details | Acrostic | |

You Light My Fire

Shrine for beloved
Placed ever so gently
In  sanctuary 
Resting for now
In light of shards
Transparent to naked eye
Searching for a flame

In memory of life passages
Now walking in valleys of green

Lift thy prayers
In our Father's name
Guide thy soul
Heal thy pains
Through thy body of Christ our Lord



{Amen}


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Parchement

On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak

On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts

On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions

On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing

On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see


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And the toil of the gods was great part1

AND THE TOIL OF THE GODS WAS GREAT part1
{I close my eyes and see you there, looking at me. I watch myself watch you. As I look at us 
in mind I wonder to myself if I’m seeing myself watching you then who am I.}
Ten thousand years the time that’s past and during the years all our knowledge was lost
Stolen and hidden often misused, twisted distorted or simply fake.
Now in the end at this precipice we start to grasp the weight of the cost
For too long now we have been blinded to what is real and what’s at stake
Our cosmos a chaotic symphony blanketed in an ocean of time
An entire race of beings without eyes to see and the minds of children
Left here clueless alone stumbling clumsily in the dark waiting for a sign
So much disconnection has transpired since we freed ourselves from Eden
Much too obvious are planet is not like us, who or what we are
A circus of gloom bent on destruction to ignorant and riddled with fear
Out in space there where many thriving worlds all rotating around its motherly star
We have been exiled here we deserve the freedom no longer should we toil here
Our failure to see life for what it is, its unique and a space-time miracle
Any life, anywhere, in the vastness of time a single blade of grass is precious and rare
As we consume and devour our forsaken garden for material that is tangible
A young and dieing world full of slaves and orphaned souls, a heavy cross to bear


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Window

Looking through this window
The gateway of life
One must be cunning
As sharp as a knife
To realize
Any choice made
Shall affect
Any plan laid
No matter how big
Or how small
Everything and anything seen, or performed
Will result in a rise or fall
Act fast, yet not foolish
Carefully plan
It takes good thought
To become a man
Use your skull
Not your back
Live longer you shall,
It is a proven fact
Windows are opening
Opportunity is at the doorstep
Chances are here for you to accept
Act quickly, yet not in stupidity
For this open window
Is not open forever



Details | Etheree | |

Blessed Golden Life

Green 
Hulk rise
From Ocean's
Deepest depth bring
The Big Apple hope
Like an ancient Phoenix
Brought life to which died by flames
As Father Time _ Poseidon watch
To see if this resurrection starts 
A whole new era__ blessed golden life


Details | Ballad | |

The War Part 2

NOON

The infantry open up for the cavalry
At full horse power speed they attack
Too late to use artilleries now
But it made some horses tumble, about a fifty
Six hundred horse ran to the infantry

Infantry too late for squares ran to the cavalry
They fired there muskets, brought down some sixty horses
It was the time of the cavalry lances where release
Unlike arrows it killed two at a time. The cavalry ran 
On the infantry. Head out of necks, arms out of scapulas, and legs out of hips.

The whole army retreats, they send their whole cavalry
Cavalry meets cavalry. One thousand lances released on a four hundred
Horrible! Men were carried from horses to horses, lances
Horse were raise up high, neighs turn to roars, lances
Now nine hundred and fifty to sixty, the opposite retreat.

The colonel seeing the sixty running ordered a chase. Fool!
The opposite's Brigadiers laughs, he ordered his brigade
To get ready. After their sixty drove in
The infantry made squares. At their captain's orders.
Salvo's were head, two thousand shots on a nine hundred and fifty.

Sympathetic bullets entered heads and hearts horses tumbled
They caused confusion, de-horse horsemen ran back.
It was only a ninety that penetrated killing a forty
Twenty horsemen retreated with wounds
There was silence, scout men where sent to count losses


Details | Diamante | |

Life & Death

Life
Fruitful, robust
Thriving, breathing, living
Family, friends, spirits, entities
Flying, falling, waiting
Eternal, Permanent
Death


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The Dance

Swaying. I'm dreaming. Sinking. I'm dying. Freefalling. Angels sing a beautiful melody. Hallelujia, oh hallelujia. The light shines on me, enchanting. It's holy, it's holy. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. My heart is pounding deep within my chest. Dancing with in my eyes ceases to exist. I am not alone. Blinded no longer is the truth hidden inside. And we're swaying. The angels singing. Hallelujia, oh hallelujia. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. On golden streets we dance to the harp, he's holding me close. Silver is the moon, blue are the stars. I fall awestruck to my knees, swimming through splashing amber seas of innocence. The steps of the dance, guided by his gentle hand. I am at rest, I am at peace, folded in the glory of my coming. The spitting fire engulfing me. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. I'm dancing with Jesus... In Heaven with Jesus... I am alive again. I am alive again...


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LEFTovers

Left in my own thoughts Tarnished forever through nightmares Pierce me with your passions…tangle me in your knots You left me…I have no choice, but to cry… I’m breaking by the seams I drink in the sorrow… I spew up regret… I cannot drink any further I drink and drown myself – unable to hope for tomorrow I’m left in my own thoughts…I cannot walk any longer I recall my past decisions…I’m swallowed up by the echoes of fear I’m not your valuable merchandise! Don’t seek me – you wanted your dreams to come true and peace to draw near Don’t count on me – I’m not wise! I’m swallowed up by the churning sea… Leading me to my own demise I drink in the sorrow… I puke up resentment…I’m upset and cannot go on with life I douse myself in my misfortune – no one listens to me… No one catches me before I wallow… Pick me up from the murky waters Lift me up from the gutters Make me spotless and leave me the leftovers Dress me up and hand me some covers I’m trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts I can’t see a happy ending in this scene – Preserve my notions in Your thoughts and save them like leftovers… Oh, but my thoughts are thrown in the trash like rotten leftovers – left unseen Tarnished forever through nightmares My foul ideas don’t have a structure – they’re just… Tangled up knots


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Strange web site

 
Was sitting today
at my computer.
as greatly learning 
from a tutor.

So much 
fun on facebook.
quite time
in my little
computer nook.

I was commenting
with some 
silly friends.
had to stop and wipe
my glasses lens.

I clicked
my mouse 
again and again
gazed at that
dirty sereen.
It was displaying
slanted words but 
ever so bright and 
so keen.

Up popped 
a link to
another  sight 
It viewed a huge 
gray key. 
old friends appeared
that had long ago
passed away that
I though left me.

There's my grandmaw
smiling on her profile
page. 
She grinning big as if on 
a theater stage.

Big bold 
letters in
dark blue and white.
I nearly fell of
my chair in 
a fright.

It said in giant letters
instead of  FACEBOOK
It blazed bright blue of 
PASTLOOKBOOK

Well I scratched
my head
as I thought they 
all were past and 
dead.

Clicked my mouse
and there he was
Dad photos fishing 
with Uncle Ned. 

This was such a  shock 
cause he died when
the lawn mower hit him
five years ago 
in the head with a rock. 

Well this was something
to see
Well I dropped
to pray on one knee.

If this is true
my scruples
I'd lost or thew.

Then I awoke
in my computer chair
with my messed up
gray shiney hair.

My pup licked my 
hand.
FACEBOOK words
to see again a welcome
sight so grand.

So If you click your 
mouse just one to many times
beware of a ghostly view,
Past friends and realatives
could be waiting to visit with you.
On PASTLOOKBOOK
that strange web site, 
Boooooooo. 


Linda Terrell
November 2009

My motto as an artist and poet

When CREATIVITY is the lock.
It is sometimes within as solid 
as a rock.
IMAGINATION is the only key.
to unlock it ever so freely.
One with out the other,
one can go no further.
 






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SEE THE SWEET BEAUTY

Misplaced pieces of my heart, rooted in land of emptiness, miles away to reach my pain, They muted their ears to my cry, Even when I wrote in the sky, They turned a blind eye. Since nativity, I breath beneath nightmares, And live in seclusion When I tried a normal life, I was left alone in silence, Invisible to everyone, You can’t find me in the light, My soul shines only in the dark, Am better dead than walk with nightmares, A path of death I choose, A time of truth I face, I closed myself in that web, But pain raped me intensely, Voices outraging sanity, The air blocked my liberty, Now I accept this grave of mine, This my last walk with nightmares, For I choose sweet death without fear, The poison froze all my tears, Currently am in love with death, Its sweeter than enduring this pain, Set me free creatures of vile, A path of death, I chose as wealth, Dig my soul deep, Paint me in scars of crime, For I chose death, Than this ache.


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My World

My world has always been a world of eternal dusk not so dark I could not see but not light enough to see more then a foot in front of me. There are other people in this world I can just barely see them. They are transparent just outlines of people when I watch them move it seems like the air around them is honey they move so slow. I have screamed at them them but they seem unable to hear or see me and I pass right through them If I reach for them. As the years have gone by I have grown to realize that they are not just outlines but I'm the one who is not fully here. This is how I have been living my life as an outline and as the years kept passing I found myself becoming less and less of what I was,slowly began to lose my mind. No longer trying to get people to see me or hear me I have been walking up and down the same road mumbling to myself for the past 10 years. But a week ago a light appeared just a dim light far off into the distance but a light none the less. I have been slowly drawn to this light ever since. It's still so far away but I have begone to hear a soft female voice calling to me. But I'm fading so fast I am trying with everything I have left to reach that light and find where the voice is coming from.


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I've dreamt of the Gate

there's no time for smiling anymore...
Death cascades along the waterway-
She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips

''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me
My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go?
She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows

I awake-
The morning is new

The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart


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Two Faces Of The Warrior

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                                              Bengal Tiger Grrreat
                                             Excellent warrior land
                                                Superb fisherman


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Quietly Insane by Ronald S Porter

there are no secrets in the house of pain
in the citadel of death there is no fear.
At the foot of the mighty mountain
on the outskirts of madness, she
reclines on a divan, like a queen;
the Lady of Devastation and Entropy.
Dressed in a glorious gown of regal red
that to human eyes appears as emerald green
she sips black coffee and nibbles on dark
chocolate and smokes a slender cigarette.
With each sip, each bite, each puff
a thounsand worlds die amidst silent screams.
... She smiles


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A SPOKEN LIGHT

Light spoke nothing so tenderly true
For many paths I depart to go
If, by moon’s delight, the one beyond our eyes,
Can be a miracle for a pleasant peace,
Which in despairs I dream nothing more
Even from the previous world where I grow alive.

If I compare again what it should
A piece of art, a prose soaring bound
As the first step I should take like scampering universal to fall;
From it unless a chapter I would be able to see 
The sublime solitude from broken dreams
Or over the spectra paths I drive myself within? 

Since I have known you, Siren, my lovely sea of fire,
And before God was a man, those pleasant sparkles,
And again I would be able to see myself walking over again
Throughout the blushing valley of life a new player from you as a giver?

Alas! What should it behold so luxury and beats my heart
In front of this summertime thought
As the most awkward moment quickly fall where
Heaven and God and you, lovely Siren left me to go
As if I were just a reflection of an annihilated being.


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Cease

There was this little girl,
Her Mama's world.
Who frowned and drowned,
From her fears and tears.
She could never bare,
The fact that someone cares.
One day she ran away,
Never to think she'd miss the light of day.
Her Mama cried.
Thinking she had never tried.
Police stepped to the door,
Glancing at the bloody floor.
"I cease the day,
My daughter gets away.
Forever hold my peace,
As I let this trigger release.
The daughter dropped to her knees,
Asking her mother Why oh please?
She shut her eyes,
As she prayed to the skies.


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Halloween Night

Halloween Night 8/25/12

Night is coming fast,
I really want this night to last,
Halloween...Halloween,

Ghost, ghouls, muppets, angels,
Little witches practicing their spells,
Halloween...Halloween,

Graveyards appear off roads,
Cobwebs string along lumpy toads,
Halloween, Halloween,

Fog comes from no where,
Frankenstein and Dracula want your blood,
What, are you scared?
It's Halloween, the dead emerge, runnnnnnnn

Amy Winehouse and Jack Daniels come hand in hand,
The show with Ray Charles with Zombie Winehouse in high demand,
Audience drinks mugs of tropical blood,
Werewolf from Paris flies in to make life undone,
Dario Argento takes notes for cool effects,
He sits away from the demons, of all, he knows them best.

For those stuck at home,
Pass out candy to a few drones,
Tinkerbell blesses you with glitter,
Mary Poppins has to mark this moment on twitter,
Jason would rather just cut your throat,
So be nice, give him the basket, try not to choke,
The Crazy 88s are Halloween neighborhood watch,
Looks like Andre the Giant just kicked one in the crotch,

It's midnight now, the carriage now a pumpkin,
Prince is mad, no kiss tonight, skins a lump again,
Concert was a success,
Candy is gone, no more stress,
Scared to sleep now, the best comes during rest....


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The Mournful Eye

I did...

I could see everything in her eyes

I could see my life,my death, and the secret travels of tomorrow's child

Broken days...Forgotten futures and mourned story

I could see my face....
The glass boy pretending to be the man of stone...

I did...

See everything in her eyes


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A Night on the Road

On the crossroads of power and love
I find myself lost in sorrow

On the crossroads of power and love
I find myself awaiting the morrow

Before the scales of death and birth
I wash my hands in the river of time

Before the scales of death and birth
I ponder beneath the stars that shine

Within my soul a battle rages
Between Angels pure and Devils vile

Within my soul a battle rages
Yet I must walk my final mile…


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Reality's Demise -Falling-

I unsteadily 
Drift away on an air balloon 
Vibrantly glancing at the crowd below the surface,
Sharing my utter enthrallment 

I unbelievably  
Cascade into the stomach of the churning ocean
Ceaselessly infusing my bleakness at the crowd above,
I disclose my utter frightfulness 

I inescapably 
Collapse into the bottomless paradise 
Intensively eying the crowd before me,
I conceal my devastation 

I face 
A confrontation between life and demise
I trace 
A pathway that unsteadily drifts back to reality

I glimpse at an air balloon released in the swaying wind
And I hope urgently to drift back into ecstasy,
But it’s above the surface…reaching for the universe 
And I hope appallingly for another tranquil lifetime 


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Imagine

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.


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Bewitched

                                                    Bewitched
                                               supernatural art
                                          Her unique practice
                                   twitching nose- eyelids- fingers
                                                  spellbound





In Loving Memory Of
Elizabeth Montgomery



Happy Halloween All    {BOOOOOOOOO}


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And Aim

By the blank firing squad we waited as the soldiers
loaded brass tacks and high angled themselves in 
line. Filling the glass lungs stood before that 
apathetic gaze, full by the noon day's glare.
	Bitter Orange cast across the 
metaphors imagery climbing ever higher ;
	shadows play on the ground 
beneath our feet finding a dance partner 
among the gun barrels.
	All  acrawl beneath the skin , cockroaches bury deep
of the American flag passed from this British Eagle
after liberty w-/ out much royalty to country. English stereotypes
spitting on the union jack discuss Page Three monologues 
& the latest Styrofoam protests. Just say a word and Mean it. 
Only impressive once the Media took hold in a slow zoom on 
the Flash Mob mentality breaking out in frustration.
	At a country riddled w-/ apathy and unrequited 
eyeball kicks locked in judging show cycles , especially 
in ink, grasping for the straw to break the camel's back.
If only to go over the edge , finally going Mad ,
always, teetering on the brink . One foot in the gutter 
& in the other in Flintstone-esque traffic. Now 
I'm sure no one's written that before . Left right 
	on my mark, Aim &


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A cold love of a dark lover

burning dimly like a fading candle light
wrapping the hearts of lovers in the dark
surrounding them in total night
that's baron and cold and stark 
none can give merciless nightmares
none except the cold, dank dark
slaying the lovers heart like a blade; 
smeared in Black death 
for no lovers love is left un-dismayed
a cold wind submerges the broken 
heart in a quilt of cold,
and wraps its new love in a 
light so golden and warm,
being slayed by the very death 
that lured it to it's clutches; 
smearing the new blood, 
making the dying one ask, 
"What is this love? i do not know it, what is it?"
not all love is together, 
a lover's love is broken, 
so many pieces, so much pain on both sides.....
one may think that the heartbreaker will 
see his own blood thirsty lie, 
for it kills him as well. 
it leaves him in a dark and lonely hell. 


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The glass of my life

I see you through the glass of my life 
When I breathe, 
the glass fogs up and I loose you 
If I don't breathe, I die, 
But it's worth seeing you!

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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Crimson Lady

The night released a fearful sigh,
All hope did not endure.
Beneath a full moon crimson,
Laid her body broken and torn.

“This is death,” she whispered.
Ripped from her lips a scream.
So warm was her blood that covered,
The newly fallen leaves.

In a sacred graveyard , she's forgotten,
This crimson lady scorned.
Hidden beneath a veil of shadows, 
Her heart  it beats no more.


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Sonnet 6

Now ... tell me the truth at 80 spaces .
Oh yes monthly at no extracted cost ,
trumpet swans announcing "All-New" "Chases"
... Gameshow w-/ only purpose " Just stay lost".
scratch that ... start at the count ... three Faces.
flicker on screen , once more , spider webbed frost.
Pulse of cheekbone ; paper Artic traces ...
Hailing to the Fanatic's RoseArm crossed.

	... Why just imagine , All times // All places ...
Daydream reality clearly embossed 
by Our pristine chords reading "All's Debased" ...
Job to do ... hands join ... Avert as off tossed 
I may stain ... lip gloss ... gulp of life wasted.

All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .


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My Door

I have been stuck in this room for what seems like an eternity. I could of sworn the door I took to get here was right there but it's gone now. It was just like any other door I have taken in my life. But the door has vanished leaving me in this room which also has never happened before. This room is completely devoid of all color and sound even time seems to have no affect here. There is however a door in front of me. This door was like all the others except for two lines of bold writing that read "Christopher Michael Waters" and under that "June 22 1986" For some reason the door made me nervous but no matter how long or hard I looked I could not find another way out and I could not just sit here forever. So I walked up to the door and when I got within reach my stomach turned but I tried to ignore it and reached out to open to open it. When I had the knob in my hand the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and gave me goosebumps up and down my arm something was not right about this door and every instinct I had told me to run. But I had no other choice this was the only way out I had already tried everything else I could think of. Slowly I started to open the door and inside my head I heard screamed "No Run Run From this place. Do not open that door!" I instantly lost my nerve but it was to late the door swung open. Within there was neither light or darkness just nothingness. I just had a second to see this and no time to ponder what it meant because once the door was open I was gone and nothingness was left behind.


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neverending

it seems my thoughts about being a sentient being were right
i have all the strength to do what i want but i dont fight
i feel my fate fading i dont understand its degrading
Death apart of life a force so strong a force so amazing
How do i fight something so fierce when im fraying?
the longer i wait the more time im paying


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MY CRYSTAL BALL

  My Crystal Ball
There in I go to deeper depths of me
to levels where no one can ever know
and in the dark where only death can be
a little light fortells where life will go;

it's just a sphere of glass, a crystal ball,
to show the way into eternity
a dome of light, a refuge from it all,
that shakes my soul and lets my mind run free;

and as I gaze into the depth of it
all time's been frozen to the light I see,
and, mesmerized, I drift through space a bit
and free of all below, that I call me.

The beauty I have found within this ball
brings life as certain as it brings my fall.


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Hell's Next Door!

Who says that I should read Dante
To summon up visions of Hell?
The charnel houses of the Holocaust
Are but distant memories of a race
Pinning their memories on a distant Star!

I need not go to an abattoir
To get a stink of Death,
Or to the city morgue
To see mangled corpses of men!

Do I have to envision Hades
As described by Virgil (or Homer?)
Does the gore and gristle of a Gothic
Compare with what’s next door?

Charon waits on my doorstep
The Grim Reaper is too busy to come.
You need not be dead to take passage
On Thanatos’ ferry, for sure!

The winding streets of my world
Are tributaries to the Stygian river –
Lost souls abound in the bye-lanes
Longing for a Paradise called Death!


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He Walks No More

He walks the moonlit moor, With eyes all aglow, Hunting down his next victim, Bringing death unto us all. His ears are perked up, Listening to the sounds, That fill the night sky, From the bats to faint footsteps, And horses neighing in the distance. He makes his way through the woods, Seeing the faint lights of the streetlamps, Showering light upon a figure, Huddled beneath it's glow. He licks his lips, Tasting the fresh blood that will soon, Fill his slathering jaws, The tender flesh tearing in his teeth, The high shrill screams echoing into the night, That will end in bitter silence. Moving through the woods, Keeping his eyes plastered to the figure, Knowing if he looks away for a moment, His victim may flee without a warning, And thus he may be vulnerable to the hunter. For aeons he's wandered the world, From Japan to the Polynesian Islands, And now the US is where he resides, Feasting on the aristocratic flesh, Of prominent families. He stops at the edge, Turning his head, Looking for any that may stop him. Nothing but the figure seems to haunt the night, Beneath the fading streetlight. Thrusting himself out, he runs, Forcefully through the thickened night, Towards the careless human, Claws stretched out before him, With blood-lust burning within his eyes. Suddenly he stops and lunges, Landing on top of the person, And begins ripping at their throat, Realizing there is no blood, Is when he feels a sharp pain in his side, And drops to the ground. His yellow eyes look about, And see a figure in the dark, Smoke fills the air around it, It's the hunter he fears, He tries to scramble to his feet, But is brought down by another piercing pain. The figure moves closer, A barrel of a gun comes sliding into the light, Followed by the figure wearing dark clothes, Walking slowly through the night, Gun pointing down at the beast, That lay wounded before him. He musters up enough strength, To lift his heavy body, And tries to lunge, Bang!!! Is the last thing his ears register.


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Unwavering

This is the first draft. I just spent about an hour writing it so it may need some revision, but I hope you like it:

I took a swing at Death today
For he took a swing at me;
He tried to take my life away,
But I did not agree

To let him simply take it;
To give it up so willingly
Or take the easy road and quit
To finally be free.

I stood my ground and held it dear,
Would not supplicate or plea,
And clutched this life with Death so near
So that he may now see

That I will fight him tooth and nail;
Unwavering, I will not flee
Or shy away and choose to fail
The life inside of me.


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Imagination Runs Wild

Sitting here,
Unable to stop thinking,
I look down at my wrists.
I can see the razor blade, 
Glinting in the candle light.
I put the sharp tool of pain,
Into the red hot flickering flame,
And watch anger like it's edge.
Hypnotized by the sight.
The heat burns my fingers,
And know now is the time,
The heat seems to flow past my skin,
And penetrate straight into my heart.
The smell of burning flesh,
Almost soothing.
The blade begins to cool, 
I slowly pull it away.
I look down,
Only to see,
It was all just my imagination. 
How unfortunate


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Astral

Six-Petaled Rose
Crossed legs beneath oak tree.
Omniscient repose.


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advocate

thoughts quickly spinning,
devil in my ear grinning,
forgot all again.


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Vampires Delight

Vampires delight happens at night when all are asleep 
in their beds unaware of the vampires larking above
your beds when your sleeping they swoop down beside
your bed and swiftly bite you on your neck as they suck
your blood from your neck and turn you into one of them
for this is the day you become whole again.


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Dear Old Dad

dear old dad
he's such a good supporting lad

puts up with moms old fashion plaids
for he knows this what makes her glad

he puts up with the kids saying please
and is there to wipe their noses sneeze

puts up with dog barking morning thru night
and cleans up the after droppings delight

wont let anyone mow down the weeds
insists on doing all the honey-do deeds

so today dear old dad you deserve a break
let me be the one to rub all your sore aches


Happy Father's Day
To All Dads And Stepdads


We Thank You



Happy Father's Day Daddy {1925 - 1981}


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Lords Calling

Looking deep within us all, 
There's no secret just one call,
It may fall upon deaf ears,
Yet will calm anothers fears...
When a prophet fails to stand,
Is he weak or just a man,
When many angels had to fall
So we could understand it all...
Everyone that hears a voice,
Will have heard the others choice,
As they watch their stretching hands,
Fight for death the best they can...
But relentlessly they fail,
It's the lost ones that prevail,
And its not that they will win,
It's just how you chose your end...
So if you never seem to hear,
The Lords voice within your ear,
kneel right down before you fall,
Hope and pray he hears you call...









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Stand Silently and Listen

If you stand
silently and listen
you can hear them 
still today.
Sounds carried
across time and space
of wars fought long ago
and yesterday.
Battles won and lost
by men and woman
born with a fire
in their hearts.
They walk this land today
unseen by anyone 
fighting forever
battles we can't see.
If you stand 
silently and listen
you can hear them 
still today.


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Death Of A Poet { In Loving Memory Of Karen Feist }

Kinder spirit is now resting
Angels keep you safeguarded
Remain still my dear friend
Eternity is ones destiny
No pain is allowed in Heaven

Fondest memories of you linger on
Everyone has one or two
Inspiration to fight was yours
Sympathy from my heart pours out
To your family and close friends






Tribute To 
Karen Feist's 
Family And Friends
   {RIP}


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what not to do

most people,
they don't get out of bed
in the morning
until they've heard the news.
or the weather.

all we need in the morning
is bad news and coffee,
tips on traffic routes,
tips on wardrobe.

no one wants to hear about
success anymore.
tragedy always seemed
so much more interesting.
no one reads milton,
but everyone reads shakespeare.

lifestyles of the rich & famous is gone,
but cops is still around.

no one likes to be told what to do,
but everyone needs examples of what
not to do.

i guess even poets still have a place
in society.


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ghosts

skeletal rattling
naked branches 
tapping
wind blows
dark landscape
ghosts
past
present
linger
smoky
lonely
hollow eyes
dark circular burns
pale faces
the only thing they have left
gauzy smoky bodies 
torn 
shredded
gone in the wind  (C)MJR


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RISEN

                                 The River flows to Your Oceans...
                              The Mountains risen without Notion.
                               The Sunlight in My Eyes';burning...
                                The Ground motionless;not turning.
                                  I walk,I stand,I sit,and still...
                             I can capture A bird flying at will. 
                                  I hear You;but You can't hear Me no longer...
                              The moon still out by light;imprisoned.
                           Then at that Moment.I too become Risen.


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The Cold Inside The Chill

Winter without warning.
The cold inside the chill.
The reaper says good morning.	
As death climbs over the hill.

Run if you've a mind to
but you'll never get away.
The Grim Reapers laughing at you.
I think he wants to play.

Feel his bony fingers tighten
wrapped around your neck.
Watch the raven swoop in, 
take your eyes out with a peck.

You exude a feeling of gloom
as you hang your head to cry.
I would tell you it's not your doom
but I don't want to tell a lie.


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Monster

                                   Monster

The monster crept Into my house, quite late on Friday night
I wrestled and I struggled and I put up quite a fight
The onslaught was ferocious, when I thought I had him beat
He came back with such power that, he knocked me off my feet
We rolled around the floor for what appeared to be an age
Then looking in the monsters eyes, I saw his inner rage
I knew that he would never stop, but fight until the death
He smiled his sickly smile and hit me with his cocoa  breath
His ferocity relentless, my body soon turned numb
Resistance now was futile, and I knew I’d soon succumb
The battle lost, I opened up a bar of chocolate bliss
The chocolate monster blessed me with a chocolaty kiss
So if you get a visit from a creature such as him
He isn’t such  a monster don’t resist him, just give in.


© John W Fenn  28-05-2009


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Two Pens

A piece of blank paper
Two pens
A white
A black
Drawing lines
Straight and crooked
Circles and triangles.
Pens seem to fight
Now and then writing a letter
A comma an exclamation 
More often a question 
But no periods…
The pens are losing blood
The lines thinner and thinner
Pens seem to pause
There a full stop.
Ending the last chapter
Of the book of life.



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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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Morbid Luck

Bad luck could hit hard…
It’s difficult to catch a flash of glory… 
Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin 
It’s tricky to snatch eternal glee…

I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance 
But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not
I want to grant you success…or I’ll let God work His magic
I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized…
Be strengthened and have self-reliance  
I prey upon confidence… 
I pray for your dreams to fall into place… 
I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… 
OUT OF THIS MESS…
Suffocating me in harsh distress…
Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope

We are fading… we’re fragments
Escalating ferociously…  

It’s almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times…
Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin

The most difficult part of living is… 
Dealing with the outrageous crimes  

Bad luck 
Is totally a morbid result in life’s situations…
I believe that you could endure
The catastrophe that burnt up your 
Last drop of courage…

What a tragedy you turned out to be… 
Your morbid luck drained out your bliss
And inflated you with squalid misery…
Your morbid luck dragged you 
Into the abyss……… 


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you think

You shoulders scream in pain, 
They feel they will rip from your body
Rope tied so tightly around your wrists
You feel warm blood drip from your fingers
Your legs are bound together
Knees jabbing into each other
You cannot feel your toes
The more you struggle 
The more you bleed
The pool of blood surrounding you
Gets bigger as you weaken
In this room of your impending death
You begin to tire
Weaker and weaker
You think
You don't like bondage anymore.


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I've Fallen And Can't Get Up

brother's marked tombstone, honoring thy name





Tribute To Armed Forces
And Those Fallen From Wars
R.I.P.






Note I Did Not Lose A Brother To War
But Brother And Myself Did Serve
Him A Marine And Me For Army
But Sadly Enough Others Did Fall
In The Line Of Duty


Also This Is My Entry For 
Raul Moreno's Six Word Masterpieces Epigram Contest


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Rust In Peace

Abandoned and forgotten 
left to rust 
no longer valued 
no longer cherished 
not much to look at 
well, not anymore 
just a bunch of old nuts and bolts 
piled up on the floor 

Once so full of life 
a true sight to be seen 
oh… such strength, such power 
all polished and gleaming 

Intelligence unmatched 
I filled them with pride 
from entertainment to security 
I was there to provide 

Paid the bills, did their taxes 
walked the dog, washed the cars 
I could calculate the distance 
from here on earth to mars 

School work and parties 
played games, performed plays 
full of laughter and fun 
oh…those were the days 

But nothing last forever 
or so that’s what they say 
nothing but maybe memories 
and even they will eventually fade 

So as the minutes turned to months 
then on to years 
it all seemed so fast 
like the spinning of gears 

Seasons changed 
as time too quickly ticked by 
my family they grew older 
and then eventually all died 
moving on to a place 
I’m never to follow 
not just buried in the ground 
but somewhere more hallowed 

And here I am left 
all by myself, completely alone 
in a quiet too quiet 
as darkness descends 
no one around to wind me 
power wound down long ago 
here I sit and stare blankly 
with not a soul…not a sound 


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Loose

I can imagine you
Dancing at the Paradise Lounge,
Where drinks swim through
And guide loose connections.

I can imagine those days
By the water, splashing puddles
And kicking sand.
The setting sun's rays
Touch lightly and deeply.

I can imagine
Anything I want
And write it down.
I can punch these keys
Like I can punch walls
And never find an answer.

Life in a daydream
Consists of a reality
Less tender than flesh,
Where the world may be made sharper
For internal saviors,
Where love is lighter, less likely
To have me crumbling and bumping into walls
With random outbursts and overbearing emotions
That supersede my conscience.

In a world where I am in control,
I find the time to make things right
Yet wake up wrong

In a world less fortunate,
Where the ocean's undertow
Crawls up to our toes
And pulls the sand away.


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Diminished

Diminished 

A diminished cemetery lies in the ruins of tombstones..
You can hear the whistle of the wind in mysterious tones..
The rusty gate hangs on its last resource..
The dark rocky path leading through needs reinforced..
Around the old ruins of tombstones grow enormous weeds.
They stretch to the moon as if to satisfy their needs..
The indignant dark fog looks like the passing angel of death..
The wind dies down emancipating its last breath..
The wilted limbs loom over from the weight of the leaves..
In the muggy fetid air starts a disturbing haunting breeze..
Creatures of the dark lurk in the spots of the murky night..
The half moon in the sky looks as if the darkness took a bite..
The eerie night is placid laced with silence.
The peaceful cemetery owns no violence..
Poison ivy fingers its way through a torn down wall..
The howl in the night beckons other calls..
The cemetery holds its subjects in capture..
They wait peacefully for the life thereafter...


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Him or Eggs

You picked this day to die
My hair's a mess
I'm really tired
Stopped at the super market
Needed some eggs to make a pie
You didn't say what time
I guess I really didn't know
Should I wait around awhile
Or were You ever gonna show
These eggs, they have expired
Guess that's just the way it goes
Things do require
Things do expire
If someone noticed I suppose


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The dull green light

Amongst the bark of trees 
there shines a light
a light not bright
yet still illuminates the night
dull, green and spherical it floats
within the forest
it appears to gloat
it's maniacal grin spreads
and causes unrest
but yet brings comfort
to souls lost

The green gradually fades
and a new shade is seen
the shade of red.

It's shape contorts and twists
becomes enraged and unreliable
the light is not definable
by human nor god
it rises and sits aloft the trees
as if it is defining itself
a greater being
a power unseen
the light pulses, jolts and flashes
suddenly implodes and turns to ashes

The dull green light never was and never will be.
 


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Why the People Died

          Who understood them-
The waves- clinging to their feet.
                    Nature's fatal force.


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conversation with my weakness

Can you hear me?
Can you taste me?
I know you yearn 
just for the smell 
of me.

Don't fight just pick 
me up, tilt me 
over so you can 
fill up.

Don't stop, what for? 
With me theres always 
room for more and more.

Regardless of what you
think I'm everywhere, I 
sense your weakness through 
your digestive stare.

It starts with the 
thought of me now 
your begining to consume, 
and I enjoy as 
your pain starts to resume

No one can stop 
me regardless of what 
you thought, I'm the 
beast that destroys and 
brings down your fort.

It's funny cause you 
know my secret yet 
you act like you 
don't, from me to 
you I can't care 
and I surely won't.

Others probaly wonder who 
am I? I was the 
one casted down from 
the sky in the form 
of a bottle I 
simply destroy lives.

It's so wonderful that 
you already know this, 
yet the choice you 
make is to give me a kiss.

The love for me 
is so strong, you 
try to turn away 
but seriously for how long.

I wish I can 
say with me you'll 
win, nope. No life, 
no love, just me 
and sin.......
My conversation with hennesse 
and gin...


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Hold me please anyone hold me scared

I want to be held right now.... Idk i just feel so sad and strange, and need it now please help me I cant see myself anymore. I feel like a doll that gets played with, and later being thrown aside when her face is melted, her legs are torn, head decapatated.  I'm a wreck, a disater, a fault and cant fix it i need help before im am forced to fall off the deep end of this hole that i am digging my lowered self esteem in *staring at the sky looking up to the impossible*. Please I just cant see who i am anymore; look at what I have done to my body, my heart, and my soul they are scared with deceit and pain. I want to be held so badly, but theres noone there to hold me i feel so cold and helpless. God help me, someone help me my life is decaying, my body used, my mind shattered, my spirit gone, my vision is blurry i cant see i cant not feel i cant not breathe. The cords of wire are strangling my neck gushing the black blood of my sins and impurites i used myself ,played myself, and I am the fool! Someone anyone please o god please help me my entire being is screaming, but it cant be heard my voice is crushing and is everything is fading awayg. My existance is flaking, my face ages through out time and space until I become nothing calm because I am not alone I am nothing, but I am everything now I cant be hurt or be in any pain any longer.


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my morbid fairytale

"I Guess Mama warned that there'd be days like this,"
but what she had failed to mention was,
Its really just some deep abyss.
Swirling,
Black,
Devoid of any bliss.
Just a Cyst,
Never letting you forget,
Everything that you have missed.
The Devils kiss,(or dead mans hand)


"Ill tell you a story children,"
If you promise not to cry,
For this is my tradigic tale,
A Modern Lullaby.
About a girl so unhappy,
She just really longed to die.
But its ok Baby,
No need to shed no tears,
She wont be missed by anyone,
there's no one that thought her dear.


"Cause' in this life there are no fairytales,"
No "Happily Ever After"
There are:
 No Dukes,
OR Dwarfs,
Or talking Mirrors,
there's no one to come and save you.


Now eat your apple,Deary,
Cause' the woodsmans on his way,
with nary a fairygod parent to come stand and block his way.
Cause' last I heard your prince got lost,
while riding in the wood,
but its ok,
at Grandma's house,
He met some new girl..with a hood.


"You Need your rest now Sleeping Beauty,"
For the clock is striking 12,
And No dream can last forever,
Like the prophecy fore-told. 
Cause mice cant pull a carriage,
And all step-parents are right,
And shoe's made out of glass...
Come On!
"You really thought they'd last the night?!?"


"So go ahead and dream someday,"
your prince will surly come,
While I'll stay awake in the real world,
and know such thoughts are dumb. 
Written by-Erin Anderson


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