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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A twisted tale -Mardi Gras-

Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"  

On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to undress
Two pretty trimmed tops, eating like dames
They touched in ways, that drove those who make war insane
The secret spilled, before the sun sprawled across the floor

Medieval England, banging on iron set doors,
All around men and women, wanting to witness the whiplash 
Beads and beads of love, thrown at their feet
Joan' and Jane', having fun in front of, yesterdays courtyard
Sweet acts of flagellation were performed to stimulate the crowd
Screaming, and receiving, intense, brutal lacerations 
In the eyes of endless nudity, everything wet in between 
Left to right, a secluded society, dance in masquerade 
Two men rise and ravage Jane, from hip to hip
Join-in, was a Jouster, and Lord Johnsburgh, 
They came-in a little closer to claim, Joan
Closing, and inflicting as much damage as possible

Crestfallen forces of the unknown, -the audience grows
Remain firm and indulge this wet period of the Middle Ages,

The first crusade, held stones in each hand, 
Applauding to neck the beauty of friends
A noose hanging high, held no head on this day
Yelling to feel the pain perils of anguish, 
This was in reality the vassal of Jane
The King, ask to see them on their knees
Before he seeded, sending the Spanish tickler, 
Fetching for the finest skin
At her end, Joan, watched Jane, spread like never before
Perfumed skin, rising up in smoke, -Joan's final stroke
Left burning at the Stake, In a Medieval World, from hell
The Siege of Joan and Jane, did not end well
 
A lonely Bard, now sits and sings a sadistic tale,
A tale, of dirty deeds, -a dancing bloody masquerade 
Joan and Jane, compensating for the Mardi Gras Parade

By: SKAT


Details | Didactic | |

Speak of thee

                                        He is above us in the clouds 
                                run through the fields and speak of thee
                                              He will grow roses

                                       I will be the stem of the roses 
                                       for I shall never leave your soil

                                     You will be the tree I grow beneath 
                                             and he will be our rain.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stormy Heart

Alone in loneliness Amid forever nights And these four walls In faint, whisper soft your name I beg out loud to the nothingness that remains "Please not another nightmare, no more storms" But, answers are merely glimpses of light From lightening... Filtering through the pane Empty sheets... Cast empty shadows on the wall Of places where you used to be Eyes wide open Now asleep, afraid I am to fall Trapped within this never ending dream I cling to all the memories that I have Spinning me closer to where you were, in parallel on the edge The thoughts, like imaginary rubble, comes tumbling passed A fire for you still burning inside Why can’t I let go of the tragedies last And silence your unrescued suicidal screams Or is it only the rain falling faster as it taps harder, and harder upon the glass Or is it of your wandering spirit Mockingly knocking? Haunting with its vindications Of "why’s" I can never seem to grasp All this amidst lost stares into black windows Where gutters overrunning, burdened by the strains And I swear I see your reflection Among the flashes, tracing out illuminations about your face And for the first time You are noticeably absent of all the worldly pains And your lips releasing out a comfort that for so long I've been seeking As I hear the words echo within my stormy heart "That where you are everything is okay"


Details | Rhyme | |

April 1, 2011

happy birthday april
for an eternity to come
because with your faith in God
an eternity was won

no more worries or fears of death
no more choking or gasping for breath
no need for doctors or even a nurse
there is only one cure for every single curse

no fighting, debating
or picking sides
love is the answer 
and love decides

i thank God for this day
the day that you were born
for without this day
my love would be forlorn

one day for certian
when the deadline comes
i'll pass through the curtian
and straight for you i'll run

and as God as my wittness
to the many days i cried
i often wanted to be with you
but thank God i never tried

we could have had our love story
and then let that be that
but the Lord has a better story
and i believe that that's a fact

i still believe in a love 
that is so so true
the love that holds us together
me, God and you


Details | Couplet | |

Melos

Bodies molded into one, golden by the fire-light Heat between the lovers touch could warm the coldest night Golden locks around her shoulders; the softest hands upon her waist Of all the sweets and wine been tasted- his lips the sweetest taste. Her cheeks were red like roses, and his eyes were bright as day, Imprinted on the others heart, there could be no other way Gentle moans and gasps of love, ensconced in lovers game Eros, Philia, and Agape, with neither lover tame. His heart was her heart, his breath was her breath Making love until time's end, and then his death her death.


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 | Rhyme | |

Nightingale's Watch

Through somber steps each climb is made;
The fruitless efforts fail.
Thus, love unshared and work unpaid
Disturbs the nightingale.

In song it copes
With fears and hopes;
From limbs it hung,
All feelings sung.

Warm waters crawl beneath its wings
On lonely twilight trips.
Yet, cold of nighttime softly stings
The feet with which he grips.

So many are the shamed
Whose sorry sights were aimed
To win the hopeless fight;
The one unanswered plight.

Where care once came
Comes only shame;
Now only rhyme
Recalls the time

When lovers held each other tight
On nights of endless laughter.
The nightingale would take its flight,
Rejoicing ever after.

But friends refuse each others hands,
The sign of cherished life.
On edge of death his heart now stands.
Serrated is the knife.

Now gone away again to mourn
The winged creature flies,
Until the warmth of love reborn
Revives the sunken eyes--
Those bitter sockets filled with tears
Reflect the speckled moon.
Escape from tortured life appears--
He ends the final tune.


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 | Free verse | |

On Blood's Own Sand

Courage held In heart of Lion 
Celtic memory of ancient reunion 
In arena of Death's bloody passion 
Lion's fight for life the prize 
Swords held high salute the Caesar 
Two giants hold their swords down low 
Back to back now Celtic Lions 
The Caesar drops his mighty hand 

As pipes they began churning tunes 
lamenting sadness sails across oceans 
eternal darkness envelopes grief 
in victory a crowd roars kill 
within lust rising a mob salute 

Thoughts fall back to ancient homeland 
Mighty Arrach sacred mound 
Sun In golden light descending 
Emerald green this sacred land 
Professions of Love given 
Warrior queen does take my hand 
Peace and Love once In a Celtic land 

From hibernia out of a mist 
one lonely teddy bear at sea 
dressed in her green attire 
sparkling shades her jewels 
caressing rocks at her feet 
shores washed by the great atlantic 
kissing white foam spray 

Mighty mountains stand together 
Weapons crashing thunders song 
As enemies strong advancing to destroy a Celtic song 
Yet heart sings eternal memory 
Ancient pride Celts viper sting 
Blood rising crowd passion 
Cheering death In passions' thrall 
Celts In storm of fight 
Ancient memories golden passion comes 
In Pride and honour 

we are a fighting race of warriors 
groomed in our mothers songs of freedom 
sail a world over wild geese 
defending with pride in great honor 
strong our calling haunting deep waves 
we are the children of a nation who cry 
mourning in the spirit drunken sings out 
in prayer kneeling down welcoming freedom 
red flowing a river soaks battles soil 
another fight one bites the dust


A Collaboration by Liam Mc Daid & Michael Clarke.


Details | Rhyme | |

Night

If the waves clutched for my feet once more And invited me to drift Would you pull me back from ocean's shore Or let my spirit lift; Would you wade into the waters deep And hold my frozen life Or discontent with ocean's tide Let be with saddening strife. If moonlight was our only cover And her reflection beckoned me- Would you swim a naked body And sing our souls as "Free" If ensconced in nature's grasping hands, Whether waves or Freedom's play Will you follow me, but nature's pet, And embrace the dying day?


Details | Verse | |

Esmeralda

She felt like a queen with sweet memory and life nestled in her fortress of lush poetry and light a place of passion where the world could not go as she forged on with sweet memories and a loving novel bestowed Of tattered pages strewn in moments of flowers and lace where words came with delicate emotion and could not be replaced She fought to relive a time when all was fair just one more moment where her loving song was shared Upon this solemn silence in hushed light of loving dream she placed the pen and paper at the edge of life redeemed And on that final day she came home to be fulfilled as she lay dying in feathered down she found him once again..... _______________________________________________


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 | Rhyme | |

Nevermore

With the weather cold and dry
My mind wanders far and wide
Within the future things in store
Negative thoughts, nevermore

Of course the mind can think of horrible thoughts
The pain that left the memory, not forgot
Until one day, it returns to life
To fear it with your heart, nevermore

This stone inside is your sanctuary
Not to be broken or to make one wary
Demons from the past surround your love
Let these Legion win, nevermore

Alas, true lovers can fight them off
Not lie, bicker, hate or scoff
Predict the weather tomorrow pleasant
Allow the rain to come, nevermore

You cannot allow this darkness to thrive
To swarm your soul like a hornets’ hive
Beware of those who intend to kill
Let them take your heart, nevermore

Titles are a trivial thing
Would phones or your heart start to ring?
When your darling returns home in your arms
Let the outside in, nevermore

For you and our love are all that matter
My heart and soul come together in patter
For my weakness is your voice
Allow us to be apart, nevermore


Details | Lyric | |

Scream, Gone

Stomp, stomp, stomp, Scream, scream, scream, Before the stomp, stomp, stomps, He, she, they screamed screamed, And screamed, at I, Scream at I which the thoughts, Of comeback come near, near, and nearer, Stomp, stomp, stomp, I hear the stomps, they come closer, And closer and closer, Stomp, stomp, stomp My heart beating faster, faster, faster! The room, spinning, spinning, spinning! Times going, gone, gone! Stomps coming closer, faster! The screams getting louder, louder! Stomp, scream, stomp! Nothings more worse than when you see the, He, she, they behind the stomping of the stomps, The screaming, of the screams, The fire, hell, saddened in the eyes, Is what hurts most, rather than the, Stomp, stomp, stomp, Or the, Scream, scream, scream.


Details | Free verse | |

SHADOWLANDS

                                “Once very near the end I said, 'If you can -- if it is allowed – 
                                 come to me when I too am on my death bed.”

                                 “Allowed!' she said. “Heaven would have a job to hold me;
                                  and as for Hell, I'd break it into bits.” 



                                  Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force 
                                  this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back
                                  -- to be sucked back -- into it?

                                                                    ~ C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed ~


                                  __________________________________



The division should be acute, the before her, the with her, the after her,
Yet there is this constant rattling of doors, though they remain locked,

in theory. I think of her as gone until I turn a page and read a passage 
of pompous dialogue and she returns, My Joie de Vivre, entertaining me 

with that puckish wit, unabashed. She smiles in the dusk with crusading 
colours that bend dark horizons, changing clouds unexpectedly. What was I 

before Joy*? Content, pleasant and productive. But was I alive, aware of
Life, its blissful rhythms? Irony defined: the heart which awakened stone 

no longer beats. Finally, I understand. Lessons are sharp things which
infect both fresh and aging amputations. What do I do with this knowledge? 

It is like learning a language that is no longer spoken, a long monologue 
unbearably forlorn, painful. Faith dismisses hauntings, yet she does so 

in daily degrees, oh, the sweet ghosts that peer from those notes, my name 
underscored in margins. Why is there only one glove in the sewing box?  

Agony hunts me in the garden. Perfume almost, but not quite a match.
Some rooms have snares. I dare not open a kitchen drawer. Pain waits there.

The specter of my former self, a staunch gent, so sure of Heaven's role, 
that cold bloke follows me in the shadows, land of man’s rage and despair.

There is no pretty death, no words can comfort the ravaged left behind,
There is no poetry in our departing; I only pray there is Godspeed in mine. 



*Written Nov 4, 2012






Joy Gresham Davidman, American poet, and C.S. Lewis, English writer and Oxford scholar, were good friends and married solely for the purpose to keep Joy in England (contested). But love came, as it has a habit of doing, when least expected, after Joy was diagnosed with terminal cancer. There love was true and deep, and her death shattered Lewis. His book, A Grief Observed explores his anguish and a Christian’s questions which arise during times of suffering. The film, Shawdowlands, is based on the biography, Through the Shadowlands: The Love Story of C. S. Lewis and Joy Davidman. Lewis died 3 years after Joy. The above poem is a conjecture on my part, as no one can truly know what lies in another's heart, alive or otherwise.  


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


Details | Free verse | |

She waits.


I see her still in twilights shroud
At visions edge she’s standing still
She lives on for me, but makes no sound
Her presence felt , a loving glow.

She watches me with sightless eyes
The look that speaks but makes no sound
Where shadows spill she lingers now
But when I look I cannot see, just feel. 

She should be here if fate were kind
My partner in the quite times
I miss the things she needed that I gave.
That giving soul that has now passed.

She waits, I know she does.
The bond that held will always be
She was my friend, my love, my charge.
Now my pain, my loss, my memory’s dear.


Details | Verse | |

Pain

Drowning is excrutiating.
More so in your own blood,
Your illusions.
Slowly, I hum along to the
tune of my own death.
What else could a puppet do 
But dance?

Death is a treasure. Peaceful.
Life is torture. Unbearable.
Ashes lie where a bright flame flickered.
Violently extinguished.
Choked by a diet of untruths.

My endurance is puzzling.
Maybe i was ensnared-
Irretrievably bound.
Inevitable isn't it?
To feel the ripping of a heart
And the extermination of young emotions.

The humming ceases-
The end is near.
His pulsing palm is
where my pump rests.

The fiction" I love you,"
sometimes seems so true.
Love is pain.
Pain is not love


Details | Imagism | |

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.


Details | Sonnet | |

WUTHERED

                                   


		                I forgive what you have done to me. 
                                          I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?

                                                                        ~Heathcliffe, Chapter 15~



                                          That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. 
                                          That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; 
                                          and take him with me: he's in my soul."
 
                                                                        ~ Cathy, Chapter 15~

                                                           Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte




                                                     ******


Haunt you, I will haunt you, let me haunt you like the words of love that you left unsaid, Shadows will disturb and storms will renew longings for a shared grave. Come, kiss the dead! Remember the moors and our lost secrets that ran wild, petulant with pride and rage? Rain and time will shake your panes with regrets, This captive walks while you pace in your cage. Forgive the murderer, bury your hate, that cold sin that keeps us both company. Heathcliff, let down your final guard, I wait! Haunt me, will you not haunt me, Fiend, haunt me for I cannot rest while you burn with breath ... I spurned our life but you deny us death.
*By Cyndi MacMillan For Nette Onclaud’s Soul Partners Contest Couple used: Catherine and Heathcliff


Details | Epic | |

Delilah's Story- Part I

She ran her finger through sun kissed locks
As he lay sleeping in her bed
His handsome face smiled in a dream 
Her breasts the pillow for his head

How she wanted their night to last
But soon t’would be the break of day
When he would arise and then be gone
Her charm could not make him stay

But, oh how she did adore him
As she gazed at his muscled form
Even more than she loved his strength
Was his passion that took her by storm

She had lain often  in this bed
With countless other horrid men
But none had ever touched her heart
As this man fast asleep right then

Earlier she’d once more asked him
That which would bring her wealth and fame
She asked as she slowly undressed
“Delilah, your question’s the same.”

“But, Samson if you do love me
You’ll share your secret that’s profound”
Then she molded herself to him
He couldn’t breathe or make a sound

He moaned as she touched and pleased him
But she knew timing must be right
Before she’d let him possess her
Her vict’ry had to be in sight

She called him in the grip of passion
“Your strength drives me insane
But, Samson, if I don’t know the secret
You’ll never touch me like this again”

His hair flowed down all about her
Curtaining all except his face
“You’ll always be mine, Delilah
My hair is my God given grace.”

Then she closed her eyes and let go
And they both tasted ecstasy
Now he lay spent on her full breasts
Would she let her strong man go free?

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Epic | |

Delilah's Story- Part II

PLEASE DO NOT READ PART II BEFORE YOU HAVE READ PART I! THANK YOU! :)

She had been a modest woman
Had so desired a family
But that was all in the past now
And Samson was no guarantee

In the morning he would leave her
With his voice playing in her mind
No, she needed to secure life
“Delilah, don’t you be so blind!”

In the morning she stood beside him
Dressed in seductive finery
In the other room they waited
To see if Samson was history

“Samson, your enemies surround you”
He just smiled and patted the bed
“Come, let me take you to heaven”
Then he reached up and touched his head

Would she ever forget that moment
When he gave her a betrayed look
Tears did slip down as they bound him
Her man and all her dreams they took

She heard that he had been blinded
They had gouged out her man’s green eyes
All the money that she had gained
Was tainted red with crimson lies

There was a great celebration
Through her veil she saw Samson there
No longer lion but a lamb
All she could do was gawk and stare

They placed him in between pillars
Of the temple to their “strong” god
They kicked and spat and they hit him
They treated him worse than a dog

She rushed passed them in a minute
“It’s Delilah,” murmured the crowd
For her flowing veil had fallen 
How she wished now it were her shroud

She gently touched his haggard face
And he smiled a sad knowing smile
“Your beauty I can’t see, my love
But I’ve waited for you all this while.”

She sobbed, “I tried to buy you back
With much more money than they gave 
I’m sorry, dearly beloved
Please, be strong now and do be brave.”

“Leave me now,” was his coarse command
“My kind God will still set me free
I’ll bring this place down on their heads
Delilah, please just let me be.”

“My lover….my eternal love”
On her breasts she now lay his head
“Pull down this building forever
I’ll lie with you in our death bed”

How the story ends is well known
Samson was given strength once more
That strength stolen by a woman
Delilah, whom his did adore!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Kimo | |

I Cried

I Cried

We danced and kissed under the stars all night
When we parted ways I cried
Our last kiss on this earth


Details | I do not know? | |

Night Of Awakening

I fear the night
Never to wake in mornings light
To see your face one last time
To hear your voice that is so divine
Reaching out to touch your hand
You entwine our fingers and understand
With love as strong as ours, it's hard to say goodbye
We wipe a tear from each others eye
Slipping into the endless dark
An adventure I must embark
Waking in mornings light
Knowing it was just a dream, everything is alright
Forever together we will be
Forever and Ever, you and me


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Thy Divine Mercy

Thou art merciful
in so that you doust
the flames of loathsome torment
that grows in thy heart
Being this said be mine
be mine and we will dispel
winters veiling gaze of discontentment
we are masters of stars 
envied by lordships and peasants alike
fatal star destined lovers 
brought forth to the world
from the loins of two foes
but destined to love till death
consumes us like a veil
while we sleep away the rest of our eternal
lives we wait to be reborn to love again


Details | I do not know? | |

The Only Way

A life of pain and mistaken thoughts
Afew sliced veins a kid mistaught
A kids mistrust
His soul in tatters
To his wrist this razor was thrust
His dreams shattered
A life of lies
A kid misunderstood
His unheard cries
Wanting nothing but to cause some good
Sitting alone
Thinking of his past
His future unknown
For this day will be his last
Wanting only for this pain to be gone
Suicide, the only way he knows how
So he knows this dawn
It will be over now, all over
He grabs his blade
Holds it to his wrist
His life betrayed
Longing to feel its final kiss
He screams
Blood starting to gush
It was just like his dreams
Such a rush
He smiles knowing
The pain is over now
His blood if flowing
It was the only way he knew how


Details | Rhyme | |

The trail of the dying sun

The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name

The river spoke
of all our fears
the ocean
felt the same

The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die


Details | Epitaph | |

Suicide Is My Only Choice (I'm sorry)

i became a Christian... and now i realize... death is the only answer....


i hate to admit
that i live my life
it sickens me so

i found Christ
and i found him alone

i find it funny
that the church continues
to feel i should stay that way

alone

they banish me
outcast me
and see me as bad person

all because of what I've done
in my past

i love god
and i love Jesus
but sadly
i cannot stand Christians

they are what first made me
what i used to be

is it fair to anyone
who wants to be one of us
has to feel so bad
at what the church says
he must become

people say to live by example
but what if the example
is fake
and what if the example
is what is keeping you from becoming
what your meant to be

its sad
the church, that is
to see such a beautiful building
and it have such a rotten core

if people could only see
that the church is not Christianity
theres no way a person in there will set you free

only one of them can

his name is Christ

i loathe the fact that some of the 'christians'
think they are so worthy
to save somebody
but they don't realize
they save nobody
only THE ONE can save one from the one they used to be

i mean
look at me


Details | Lyric | |

Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You


Details | I do not know? | |

THE PRICE OF OIL, PART I

The nurse ordered her to push, push, push
in her best proper voice 
and linen balled in red fists knotted
and sweat falls from red face knotted 
while Billy, head first, tugged and yanked by nurse's proper hands, 
emerges, gently laid upon the blood soaked sand 
motionless in the sulfur haze, almost well-behaved 
amongst the rifle clatter and bewildered screams - 
get down! get down! get down! 
while Billy breathes slowly, undisturbed, 
his eyes closed with new mom 
gently caressing matted, cark curls, 
her fingers, no longer knotted, extended,
Billy's tiny hands and infant fingers 
grip the plastic ribbing 
around the rifle barrel smeared in stickiness that flows out 
from below Billy and onto sand, puddling, his lips chapped and parted, 
suckling as new mom exhausted weeps 
in relief of two arms and two legs and everything okay 
as she holds him, hurting for him, 
everything that might happen, 
everything that will happen, 
and she drifts off to slumber, 
mother and child peacefully spent 
in soft pretty colors 
and the soft murmur of the television as the sedan 
with government plates at the curb 
and a Marine in dress blues (Oh, God) stands plastic in the doorway 
and uses his best proper voice (Oh God, not Billy, Oh God) 
to regretfully tell her, 
and uses surprised hands to catch her when her legs 
regretfully cannot hold her 
and she sobs on the floor like a mother who outlived her son, 
exhausted as the day Billy was born.
Screw this war.


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Blank verse | |

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sitting On the Dock With Rene

I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness would come my way,
headed for any deep water bay,
sitten' on the edge of sadness,...
wasted by time.....time...

on the bay of grief and sadness
I sat and wondered aloud....
how can I feel so lonely....
even in the midst of a crowd?

sittin' on the dock of sadness bay
wearing my ......crow....crown.....

I was royal fodder for sorrow,
looked like just sh_t would be comin' to me
I wanted so much to hold him,
but somehow   fate would not let that be.....

so I'm sitten' on the fringe of cryin'....
every day.....ay, ay, ay, ay...

I'd whistle if I could...
and if it'd bring him to me
for just one more day...
but my throat is simply too.
clogged with tears
what can I say?

I sit on the riverbanks
of mighty river styx
the river I've longed to cross
so I could hold him once more...
but sadness has stranded me
here, on this lonely shore...

for Rene, my sister in sorrow,
among the millions of us in
the dark seas of grief....


Details | Verse | |

Ancient Language

In a hush billowed as a spreading cape,
  From the pallid throat of some vampire countess,
As poised upon the battlements, ululating to wolves below,
  Breaking silence, breathing spells into the wilderness. 
Her tongue moves sweetly, expounding syllables
  That cream soft and claret smooth lap mental shores,
Translated in perceptions, belief system decoding,
  Lilting, caressing and whispering: “I am yours.” 
The language of the heart, ancient as the rock,
  Ancient as the stars whose light burns bright yet cold,
Deciphered in desirous cryptograms, music of the night,
  And a charge that fires believing in all that men are told.
To taste and dream the parables, to taste her tongue,
  To communicate with lips on loin and breast,
And draw forth from the mouth, the spillage of her sex,
  Declaring love undying, and all else laid to rest.


Details | I do not know? | |

my mother

	MY MOTHER
I dedicate this poem to my beloved mother

I miss you mum, I miss you
I know I always will
I’ll never stop loving you
I knew that you were ill
I wanted to take away the pain
I would have done it too
But you just grinned and took it
That is so like you
I remember that look on your face
When you told me you were dying
It seems like it was yesterday
I could not stop crying
I know it’s been a long time
In fact it’s sixteen years
Time will never ease the pain
It cannot stop the tears
I say goodnight to you in bed
And think of you in bed
You’ll always be there in my heart
It doesn’t heal in time
My love for you will never die
And this I know is true
You just remember up above 
I’ll never stop loving you
A large piece of  my heart is gone
But I am not too sad
I remember the memories
And they always make me glad
You are my guardian angel
Who always looks after me
I look up at the stars above
I see you shine,  I see
I hope you like this poem
I made it just for you
Remember I’ll love you always
And I’ll always miss you too




Details | I do not know? | |

A Winters Fallen Angel

Her beautiful eyes closed forever
The angel sleeps no harm to weather

Frozen in time under glass
Her cold tears trapped in the past

The demon that brought her guards the door
Of the angels keep in the streets of the poor

Her blonde hair and wings are raised and flared
The expression on her face is calm not scared

The demon murderd her quick and painless
In his depression mad and aimless

She would have remained alive
All she had to say was hi

He adored here every movement
She ignored and made her judgement

He tried to speak and joke around
She rolled her eyes and shut him down

He grew angry and mad one night
He froze her body in a block of ice


Details | Free verse | |

The Silence Between Words

Northern fire curves across heaven,
still and soft 
time floats calm beyond the stars
as the moon awakes
It was here that I found your name
and spoke it aloud
the wind carried it to my ear
Here I found you
lying forlorn, in your neglected grave, 
lost with a tongue that has long been forgotten
but I've found you now
will you find me too
when I lie, overgrown with weeds and thorns
while I sleep, in deep silence, embraced by the dark earth
alone, forgotten
will you remember me,
remember that once I called out your name?
clawed away the thorns and briars from your tomb
until my torn hands bled crimson upon the white marble 
my offering to you, my love?
my heart's blood,
dried so long ago
will you bleed for me, as once I bled for you
under pale moonlight
I am lost
kiss the coldness from my lips
brush the damp earth from my cheek
restore the honeyed flush that was once my youth
I've waited so long, my love, so long
and time is all I have


Details | Narrative | |

To What Do We Owe Thee?

To what do we owe thee for the sacrifice of your son?
The shedding of His precious blood to show love for everyone.
The death of Christ was necessary to save us from our sin,
For the glory of our Heavenly Father, life and peace within.
The gift of salvation was our God's compassionate plan,
As He included all mankind from each and every land.
The emblem of the rugged cross was filled with suffering and shame,
But eternal life was God's purpose all in Jesus' name.
At first Jesus spoke not a word, as He hung there on the cross,
The propitiator for all our sins, so we would not be lost.
As the hour neared for Christ's death, He murmured a forgiving word,
He directed His wish and last request as He looked upon the Lord.
"Forgive them Father",  Jesus said,  "For they know not what they do",
Through pain and anguish, He stayed on the cross just to save me and you.
Jesus' mission was accomplished when He hung His head and died,
The nails driven in His hands and feet, two thieves hung by His side.
The victory of death was heartbreaking, and it seemed all hope was gone,
But now our Saviour Jesus Christ sits right hand on the throne.
What an awesome act of love, delivered with no charge or fee,
To God be the glory for all He's done, everlasting life is free!




Details | Romanticism | |

Gun In the Closet

Gun in the closet,
One in the drawer,
One under the pillow,
Does he need any more?

Scotch on the bar,
Jealousy on the mind
Can take you too far...
Your fate can be signed...

A loud bang,
A jolt,
A puff of smoke,
Gone is Beauty
In one sad stroke...

The Devil helped
Pull the trigger,
Why?
Cause he loves
To make Good People die...

There is no way
I could live with this...
I'll hunt him down
If the law is remiss...

I won't need,
a gun or a knife
For me to take
this bastard's life

He's made us pay
The ultimate price
For you, your life,
To him, just a wife...

To me he killed
Both Love and Hope
And when I find him
Should he grope
For his gun
He will find
My hand has shoved
His nose 
Into his mind...

I'll break it first
for extra pain,
My vengeance will
Never be sated
For my prayer of hope
Is now in vain.




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 | Verse | |

Dancing Shadows

She Silently waits in the darkness,
Her punishment will come this night.
As he come bursting through their front door, 
Her future no longer looks so bright.

Trying to hide her secret scars
Scars she wants no one to see,
with his hands held tight around her throat,
he said "You will never leave". 

Behind her blue eyes she silently cries,
terrified to utter a sound,
Her end is near, she knows that this time
At his hand he will meet her demise.

Their shadows are dancing upon the walls
He pushes and shoves her until she falls.
Praying that someone would hear her cries,
She sees the hatred in his cold, unforgiving eyes.

An eerie silence fell upon their home,
He stood there staring at what he had done.
As he turned in disbelief,
There stood Carrie, she was watching, she was only three.

The air is so cold now, its so hard to breathe
Theres a heart wrenching sadness one couldn't conceive,
There will be no more bruises, there will be no more pain,
Because his soul, that's where her blood stained


Details | I do not know? | |

Obituary

With a turn of the knife her blood runs deep,
Mine love it is time for her sleep.
Divine Master paint her thoughts with a lie,
As she hurts and wants to die.
Lips of red with her blood, Gothic Princess thy queen,
Her death my brother was unforeseen.
No less tragic feel thine her sorrow,
Save her body for the obituary tomorrow.


Details | ABC | |

MEMORIES

Memories are things that are left behind by love ones, it is a part of a person that 
is eternal and will never perish because they live in the heart and souls of the 
people that are fortunate to be touched by them. They serve a purpose of comfort 
and security that special someone is not here to fulfill anymore. Cherish the 
memories and pass them on, breathe new life to them for they will keep you 
strong. SO celebrate the life they lived not the world they left!


Details | I do not know? | |

Gospel Truth

I don't believe in the way things were.
I used to sit back and commend others for doing what I couldn't.
(it turns out, it was only what i wouldn't)

Every hand I extend in kindness is another step I long to take
And every note I sow, I swear it's because I know nothing else

Teach me shoulder-less love
Find me hope in the darkest hotels
Kill my distaste for
SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE!

I won't come back home
You don't need this throne
Fill my heart, I'm forlorn
Keep me out of this haze

Grace from remorse, let's turn this into a style
I'm alone in the next room
WAITING FOR THE NEXT GROOM
(the devil at the alter, the coffin in the courtyard)


Details | I do not know? | |

DEATH IS THE EXIT

Death is the exit,
Life is only trouble,
Iwish i could die,
But darkness is shy,
To commite suside,
Is to step out side,
Please take me to the light,
Ipromise i will not fight,
Please protect my soul,
I dont want to fall,
In the never ending hole,
Dont send me to hell,
Please hide me in your shell,
Icant take the pain,
Let me i stand in acid,
Rain i feel im going insain..


Details | Romanticism | |

Dear Lancelot

You have took what was mine
and to you I feel it fine
for I do not sit and tarry
on the past that makes us werry.

But that lady in whom you trust
may fill you head with hate and lust
So be careful of that Guinevere
It took me only but a year

To find the pain that lies in her
to find the end, you must concur
That in the end I needed her most
but I had to banish her ghost

Now in your days with love
Treat her well and do not shove
So she may treat you well with all her breath
because, I Arthur, proclaim her death.


Details | Elegy | |

Undying Love

This fast life of mine is dying
All you see is my lifeless body lying
Scarcely heaving my last breath
I knew it was coming, soon my own death
I had one last chance to say my peace
So that my loneliness would cease
I got to say on my last breath
Don't fear my love I have finished my quest
It was for undying love
One day you will fly with me as a white dove
A dove stands for eternity and that's what it shall be
For the next time we meet we will see each other clearly
Goodbye for now don't shed a tear
For one day soon I will be near


Details | Free verse | |

Finals

A stalking moon comes
riding
on mount of silver
     and
     blue
     metallic
shimmering
     beckoning
shadows colliding
with
      imagined imaginings
and
      impassioned words
spoken to
      look
          like you
rhyming
with
the glow of
     lightening dark
         pale
            dawns
shivering in
twilight unmasked
as
a
     hollow
     exchange
that
bounces from
     here to there
         and
     wonders
         how the connection
grew so
weak
and
      unenduring
when
      plastic care
became
      so unassuring
and
     deaf and dumb
came    
     crawling
              droning
so
      enough became
           too much
to hear
and
flat tone
       came alive
to
       animate my screen
in hurried
dutiful
   replies
      evenly spaced to
          reflect
               time better spent
                    elsewhere.


Details | Verse | |

Sarina

Howls my heart in silence, a hymn of dispossession, 
  Prostrated at your dusky feet, defined inadequate 
And close my eyes in fruitless shame, despising their transgression, 
  Blind-sided by your beauty, horsewhipped desolate. 
The chestnut lustre of your hair has lacquered my perception, 
  Devastated by your pecan lips, sullenly un-kissed, 
I shrink like flambéed cellophane, contract with cold deception, 
  Yet cannot face the love within, the love that you have missed. 
What are you that drive my spectral dreams, imagination? 
  Who are you that sculpt my heart and steal my breath? 
That stirs the loins and fires my love with tortured aspiration, 
  At once you are both promised life and predetermined death...


Details | Free verse | |

Glass

 She was glass,
apothecary blue,
potions cool within,
a cure of sorts.
  Some who sipped
survived
and some did not.
Some whose 
burning lips
relinquished,
  quenched
their thirst
forever,
never to desire 
her fire
again.
and then,
there was 
i
was there
parched beyond
regret.
afraid and yet
obsession
drove me
on to 
shatter all 
for that last 
drop,
the drop that 
fell,
that fell so fast...
and she was
glass.




Details | Rhyme | |

Children of the Day

Children of the day
You walk on roads untold
Dangers lurking nearer
To grab you and take hold

You hide behind your light
And pray we wont come near
You walk in day with pride
But in the night you fear

You walk on edge of shadows
And hope we will not come
We see you walking there
And think you are quite dumb

We take you and disapear
Forever in our world
But we will join the light
Our darkness then unfurled

Children of the night
Our day will surly come
Our night with clash with day
The night we now come from


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 | Lyric | |

The Sex Confessions

The Bed
Your Mouth
My Touch
Our Lips

It’s a fever
In the night
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

The Flame
Your Cries
My Salt
Our Wounds

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever


The Earth
Your Rain
My Seed
Our Life

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden. 

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

Hell
Regrets
Confessions
Of Love

Your  Love
My Love
Our Love
Love

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden. 

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever



Details | Rhyme | |

Smoking From the ones left behind

(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)


To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,

If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,

But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,

So many lives it takes away.

It really is a high price to pay,

Especially for the ones left behind,

The ones you love, so very kind.

They are the ones left with there hearts broken,

So many things left unspoken.

They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,

They are the ones, who sit and pray,

They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,

When you can’t breath, because of your lung,

They to would like a voice,

They to would like a choice.


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 | Acrostic | |

Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Epitaph | |

BABY

written 28th oct 2012

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

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

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


Details | Tanka | |

Time to say goodbye my love

My chain is now frail
Damaged by your weaken link 

My venture begins 
Left with simple forgiveness 

Unwarranted departure. 


Details | Alliteration | |

My Love

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

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

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

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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Roses

Oh, I see roses in your eyes
we're put here only to face demise
this unknown road we walk is torn
yet of this world, we are born
some rich, some poor
some always seem adored
some black, some white
who's better? a non-sense fight
money is nothing, a temporal illusion
it only wreaks havoc and causes confusion
race is a color and I am colorblind
sexuality is sexuality why should others mind?
as for religion, it causes many pain
however, it's the only reason man's still sain
would you say born rich is an advantage
it's of no importance, either way
each and every, is put to the test 
will you be remembered? or forgotten like the rest?


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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…


Details | Triolet | |

Fervent Feelings

In all desires that my words beseech
Do not annoy thy heart of our affair
And curse thy thoughts when I am out of reach
In all desires that my words beseech
Quarrel not with lovers, or gifts to each
What lovers hath beauty of thy compare?
In all desires that my words beseech
Do not annoy thy heart of our affair

For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
Brightens my night and gloomy afternoon
And I shall do whatever thou shall ask
For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
With elegance a well completed task
Holds Nature's craft beyond melodic tune
For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
Brightens my night and gloomy afternoon

After thy lips commune till death do part
Thou would be Queen and mistress nevermore
Temptress of time shall not tear us apart
After thy lips commune till death do part
Bestride beside my throne precocious heart
Do with whatever that thou dost explore!
After thy lips commune till death do part
Thou would be Queen and mistress nevermore


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Freedom Uprise

We will not ride alone on this momentous journey. 
We will ride gathering our numbers, from the great mountains. 
We will travel to the valley of rivers, towards the great ocean.
For we have a great army.

Those who enslaved us with their power, stand on the top of the hill.
They stare down over the army below.
An army of vengeance we have gathered.
We will ride to the battle field at the great buildings.

Our intent is to wage war.
Fear will not take us.
You are weak supremacy, you will die by the sword. 
You will die by the hand of my fellow warriors.

This is war.
Blood will be spilt. 
Men will draw their last breaths as they fall back onto mother earth.
Mother Earth will soak up the spilled blood of our brothers and sisters.


We will be fierce and haste not.
We the suppressed will not retreat.
We the people will rise, with swords and fists. 
We are ready to die for what is equitably ours.

This is not an illusion. 
The fight against the money mongers, the powers that be.
Those that hold the power, will feel our angry wrath.
None will go unscathed.

We will watch the blood spill in and about the great buildings. 
Down the concrete stairs it will flow, rich, deep cherry red. 
Into the green of the grass, it flows.
Fear will choke your breath.

Reflections of your past, rushing before you. 
Thoughts of the dead, invade your mind.
Hollow is the cry of war, as we charge ahead to fight the battle.
To take the final stand, to give it our all.

Justice will reign by the sword and the all mighty hand.
Judgement day has arrived with this great army gathered beside us.
We will ride, steadfast into the fray.
Make no mistake this day will come upon the powers that be.


Details | Narrative | |

Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/6/2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

deadly kiss

I hungered for his kiss
My lips leaned forward, into his
Then passion exploded everywhere
He gripped my hips, I gripped his hair
Body to body, we became entwined
Flames raged from his mouth to mine 
Desire for more consumed our thoughts
Till grips of steel pulled me off -

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” My husband raged
I staggered back, red flooding my face
“WE’RE OVER” he said.  10 seconds of bliss, 
The death of our relationship


8/9/12
for pd's "kissing game" contest


Details | Rhyme | |

THE PERFECT MURDER

In his private parlor the king of Moab rests,
Having just retired from his more spacious quarters,
Where King Eglon had received the Israelite guests,
Bearing tribute, not a gift, but by the king’s orders.

Israel’s cries to God, about their being bereft,
Brought about the sending of a rescuer from the Lord.
Ehud, a man ambidexterous and lethal with his left,
Wore on his right thigh a cubit-length sword.

Ehud is sent by God to ease Israel’s suffering, 
And is quickly added with those bearing the treasure.
He conceals his double-edged sword with a covering
And, pretending to have an errand, asks the King’s pleasure.

Eglon, a king who rules with an iron rod,
Believes Ehud’s pretense of a secret task--
A special message he says is from God—
And sees Ehud in his parlor as he asks.

Eglon the king rises from his lounging,
As Ehud announces what his visit is about.
With sword in hand, Ehud is suddenly bounding
And stabbing the king until his entrails fall out.

Ehud dashes out on the porch, locking doors in back.
He dashes by idols and monuments of stone and iron,
And flees toward Mount Ephraim, following the track,
Where timely he lifts and blows the trumpet of  Zion.



Details | Rhyme | |

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.







Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Estranged Love

"Estranged Love" By M. Taha Effendi (Rhyme) Countless days came and passed, each day in misery spent. every day I live as my last, since the day you are absent. Each day I hope of your return, I find my hopes desert me. To bear this pain the more i yearn, the more it grows to hurt me. I tried to live. I tried in vain, my efforts bore no fruit. I fell apart living in pain, but my love stood resolute. Then late one night I cried to God, tears streaming down my cheeks. Please hear my plea, I beg you Lord, I've starved myself for weeks. If you must then change my fate, please let me be with her. For this long and futile wait, proves too much for me to bear. Rid me of this suffering, my fate rests in your hand. For i exist as something, that is neither dust nor sand. Comfort me with a lie if you must, so i wont writhe again. Or tell the truth so i may just, end these throes of pain. Death will be my solace, when such agony is rife. I'll surrender to its sweet embrace, to end my wasted life. I cried to God with all my heart, I begged for her in one last breath. For being alive while torn apart, is a fate worse than death.


Details | Sonnet | |

Without You

Define your lovely, soulless heart in death
 To take my heart would be a risk; a storm
 You licked your lips to taste what i had left
 And jumped from cliff to rocks, i was forlorn.
 Upon my lover; roses wilt in pain
 For I’ve lost the one whom has no soul, and
 Was all this give and take with us in vain?
 I loved your soul and heart, we joined by hand.
 The brewing storm that took a life, took two
 For deep within your heart was love,
 And deep within my heart was you
 I’ll see you soon, i promise; heart above.
 For without you I cannot survive
 For without you I will not strive


Details | Free verse | |

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...


Details | Quatrain | |

The Cry of Heart


              Neither thy face, nor features, lips and eyes
Nor it is my yearning for mirth which my heart fries

My feet are advancing towards the hangman’s platform
     O sword of tyranny! It is for thee my heart cries


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Concrete | |

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.


Details | Lyric | |

Hip Hop Gave Her

I never knew the feeling hip hop gave her,
she was on the brink of death but it saved her.
80's baby this hip hop raised her
the art of expressing the mind that's what made her.
She wore a hat to the back baggy jeans
black back pack eyes like Isis soul priceless.
She inspired me and so I write this it might just
rise up her lifeless soul I'm just,
head over heels for this priceless diamond,
whenever she was down hip hop brought her mind up.
In an open mic club you might find her,
freestyles and spoken word poetry drives her.
She kept her hand in the air she was live plus
shy no man dedicated to the flow I,
knew she was gifted she lifted my pride
when she said her rhyme, it's what hip hop gave her.
I never knew the feeling hip hop gave her.

She's the type to cypher with 3 guys,
driven by the Queen Lah past molds a mean eye.
Father kept her down but her mother told her dream high
so she rocks a-di-da shell toes to be fly.
She's the one to get you up on Eric B. and Rah,
the only thing she knew was be an emcee or die.
On the phone tone speaking frequently till I
fell asleep in the morning I'm like, "lil G I tried"
She replies with a gleam in her eyes,
like I see you as the king in my life.
I'm like I'm like.....
girl you like a sister to me, a best friend I can kiss on the cheek.
Right then I think her heart took time out
to rewind my words then she cried her eyes out.

I never knew that hip hop gave her me
the same day I heard a dj break beats.
Since day 1 we grew on each other became a team,
last year cancer overcame and changed her.
Now she lives where the angels hang at,
she misses me when she cries,
she gives me Rain back.
Since then I haven't been the same cat,
now I know where hip hop's made at.
Now I know what hip hop gave her,
it gave her me, it gave her me.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Give it Now

This fleshly body of yours you torture me with
Swinging my head in oscillation of your catwalk
Those lips sticking in the atmosphere with lipstick
Just soon they will be decay decomposing under the grave
Those darling daring eyes will be hotchpots for worms
And termites will terminate those titillating tits
Your well matched teeth will devilishly smile to eternity
That belly will burst open under devouring heat of vault
Let go when those tendons still be tender
Otherwise this diamond neck chain will soon be a rolling rope
These roses stitched into wreath of no hope
Those earrings turned into screws screwing your casket
And this golden spoon in my hand will be a cruel shovel
That fervent face powder like this chocolate will be dust
And to ashes all this lust


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Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


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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.








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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. 


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We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered 
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
 Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
 Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
 It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
 All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter 
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
 Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter 
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster 
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
 
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
 If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
 You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
 Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
 You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
 Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
 SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!


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


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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


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The Wilting Girl

Petals wilting, one by one, Falling where they may Still burning with insanity, And pain that's here to stay Petals falling, one by one, In the hands of strong desire Burning in a heart of passion, Only filled with fire Petals falling, one by one, Floating down with empty bliss It's too late to bring their color back, So say goodbye with one last kiss Petals falling, one by one, With only hate, and pain If only there had been more sun, If only there had been less rain


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/


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Somber Tears

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Eternal

My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death


Details | Acrostic | |

Lost In Thought

Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....


Details | Elegy | |

Sweet Sorrow

I have hid mine heart,
Within a prison cell,
Dark and cold,
Whose key, only you hold.

I have buried mine memories,
Within the sands of time,
None is bare,
Those secrets, only you and I 
share.

From thenceforth do we part,
From light and into darkness 
do I tarry,
Into perdition,
E'en to the close of my time.

The memory of you, doth 
linger,
E'en as the flowers, sprout on 
graves,
And as the sun, doth shine,
E'en on the viper,

So I, e'en through the curse of 
time,
Tarry forth, 
E'en to the sunset of my life,
These memories, a constant 
companion.


Details | Couplet | |

Nicholas

Pluck your soft and gentle strums, Forcing out your fading hums Sing forgotton words, now empty, That used to tug my tears a plenty Whisper through soft lips, the truth, Awakening your dying youth Words of saddening emptiness, Between the Bars, just one more kiss Mumbling lyrics, fumbling strums, Forcing out the softest hums Brush the air with every breath, Until all sound is put to death


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Single Kisses

Focused on you, a wild demons stare
 With a motion it happens
 A emotion flattens
 As you fall beneath a demons glare
 
He notices most things that happen
 Might even pick the clothes you wear
 Believe it or not he really does care
 Knows whats best and helps me get there
 
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
 Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
 Guidence and experience for me his mare
 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
 
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
 And how people love me after he dares
 Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
 Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare 


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 | Free verse | |

Power Of Love

"When the power of love
overcomes the love of life,
peace and contentment 
extend the hand of remembrance."


Details | Bio | |

Try Walking In My Shoes

You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open,
Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken.
Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind,
You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind.

You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, 
but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife.
I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone,
walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun.

So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into,
cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. 
So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, 
But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

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

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

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

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

T.K


Details | Free verse | |

Blind Faith

Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest


At the end of days,
the earth displays its anger,
Clouds part,
heaven awaits,
choosing life,
I depart.


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT EASTER MEANS TO ME- Passion and Death Of Christ

As modern Christians, we overlook
the meaning and purpose of Good Friday,
when Christ was crucified on a dreary day...
to bear our sins on His shoulder.


From the Via Dolorosa to distant Golgotha
too heavy and painful was the wooden cross
He carried through the streets of Jerusalem
as people spitted on Him and laughed; 
and with deep sadness and pity:
Jesus told the weeping women...
not to cry for him but for their children. 
And one of them wiped the blood off
His pale face with a soft cloth... 
to comfort Him in His final hours.


The mocking and laughter continued at the gate,
as Simon of Cyrene was ordered to carry the cross
to Calvary and before nine o' clock...
Jesus faced an excruciating crucifixion
by the Romans soldiers who had
the sharpest nails for his hands and feet;
and Jesus words loudly spoken in the Temple echoed again
in that afternoon getting cloudy and dark,
"Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who murdered 
the Prophets..." But the wickedness of the crowds
was too extreme to understand their despicable deed.


And there crucified as an impostor,
He cried out to His Father, " Eli, Eli...lama sabachthani?"
There was no answer...only a deadening silence had prevailed.
But Jesus trusting in Him whispered," Father, into your  
hands I commit my spirit." And in saying so He expired. 
Soon after there was a powerful earthquake strong enough to shake
the Temple's foundations...day became night
as everyone ran downhill so terrified.
The astonished centurion, witnessing the horrifying event,  
exclaimed," Surely He was the Son of God!"


Like good Christians, we must remember the long and agonizing hours
of Christ passion and death...oh, how precious 
was the divine blood He spilled to redeem us!
And as He was resurrected, so we'll be resurrected  by the trumpets!


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The Angel Who Never Knew

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go

Her whole life before her 
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go

She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm

I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face

She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away

And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live

Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite

I remember how 
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything 
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away

Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant

The thought of her
Awesomer 
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon

Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough

And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch 
reached inside me
I know she's there 
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day

One day abruptly 
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers 
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away


Details | Light Poetry | |

Armageddon Love Of Destruction

As I walk through the blaze I slowly lay upon my grave, as your love incinerates. I embrace your selfishness and your hate without resistance. My love so true and permanent. Forever loving you is a blessing forever lasting. Armageddon of love destruction, I'm in possession of love indigestion. True sacrifice an offering, for you to relinquish the evil of satan forces. I will perform this, apocalypse of mass destruction. My inspiration of your last kiss intoxication of unhappiness I slip into bliss, from the lack of your interest and broken promises. As I say goodbye thee angels cry I cease to exist, one last breath I perish.


Details | Acrostic | |

Everytime I Look Around The Corner

I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/ 
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
 I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/ 
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
 I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/ 
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
 The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
 I try and overcome my own selfish greed/ 
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/ 
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
 But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
 Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/ 
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
 help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/ 
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....


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The Grieving Process

Graves of old, like blistering souls do hesitantly stare While tears like reflective mirrors crawl down my cheek so fair Hardly are these bodies buried, but merely gently carried... to Your heart: up there I ask myself in loneliness, "Can" You relive them again? The question still addressed, "we" can forever cry, my Friend For love omits a flame of hope, "let" no one with loss have fear Only allow You to envelope "them" with streams of your heavenly tear With Your power let the dead "Rest" and let us live ones too! Remove the fear and the dread "in" the souls of the living that rue Tell me, will our hearts find "peace?" ...will the Grieving Process cease?
Written by Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal For HGarvey Daniel Esquire's MIDDLE OF THE ROAD Poetry Contest <3


Details | Free verse | |

The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.


Details | Free verse | |

Escape

He stares at the wall for hours gone by,
 shoulders stooped, 
 drawn inward ever so slightly, indicate his level of relaxation.
Eyes dimmed by years of constant strain, 
try to focus on a small crack in plaster troweled in his youth.

His right hand scratches senselessly the stubble of some days growth;
while his left hand thumps a silent rhythm upon his arthritic knee.
 His smile
 fixed, drawn up, distorted, 
a permanent reminder of last summers stroke.

His ears, 
 hear not activity surrounding him, 
 too proud to admit further disability, 
prefers the silence that further isolates him from undesired memory. 

He has no reason to speak, 
 no one would hear, 
his beautiful Marie died last year.

Alone,
 he suffers all of life's pain, his only escape, 
a small crack in plaster, troweled in his youth.


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 | Free verse | |

Your Kiss

Standing at the front door
I'm seconds away from you
I can feel my heart pounding
I can sense the excitement
My pulse quickens, anticipation
I can practically taste your kiss
I open the door, I call your name
Instantly, I inhale your scent
My body reacts, it's involuntary
Again, I breath in your scent
This time slowly, with purpose
I follow the scent, like a hunter
It leads me to you, it always does
Your kiss, excites me, drives me
Your kiss, is what I live for

~Rick Berry 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Gist Of My Bucket List

Before I die I beg to see
a passion built only for me;
a love that's long in destiny
and one that sets me wild and free.

Before I leave this earthly plane
my wish is that I can exclaim
the virtues of love without pain
in rapture pure without disdain.

Before my time here is all done
I need to shine under the sun;
spend life with that special one
sharing laughter,joy and fun.

Before I'm taken 'round the bend
bridges of love I hope to mend
and ecstasy's the force I send
to take me happily to my end.




written by Deb Wilson for contest"Bucket List"




Details | Haiku | |

Love Bite

Sexy young women
Hypnotizing guy
Punctured neck


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 | Elegy | |

Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


Details | ABC | |

In your memory

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

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

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


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


Details | Ballad | |

The Ballad of Malcolm McCorey

Come and listen awhile I pray
To hear a sad love story,
I have only a minute to stay
To tell the tale of Malcolm McCorey.

I'm Malcolm, Sally was my bride
I've loved her since grade school,
She was my life and my pride
And, I was her ever loving fool.

Work let off early that night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
When my eyes beheld the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

My Sally was not forthcoming
And, I was blind by love's adoring,
I swear I never saw it coming
The day my Sally went a whoring.

This wasn't some casual adoring
That I might could understand,
This was at our home a whoring
In our bed with another man.

It was a cold and rainy night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
I wasn't prepared for the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

The truth came like a blinding light
She couldn't wait to shut the door,
When I came home early that night
While she gaily played the whore!

She glared up at me in surprise
At seeing me suddenly arrive,
I stared back into her lying eyes
Down the barrel of my forty five!

It was a stormy and dismal night
And it kept pouring down in sheets,
I'll never forget the awful sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

The Padre' comes to comfort me
My life's now run it's course,
Today my pain will cease to be
Soon, I'll feel no more remorse.

I forgive myself of all at last
My soul will soon go soaring,
Today will soon be o'er and past
The pain, of Sally gone a whoring.


* Malcolm was executed in may of 1969. May God have mercy on his soul.


                        Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy


Details | Rhyme | |

A BRILLIANT STAR

Her external beauty
matches her internal one;
I call her a brilliant star
so unique, majestic and pretty.


In her delicate, affectionate and womanly embrace:
love is expressed immensely,
as I feel loved with a praise...
remembering her with that certain spark of sensuality.


Other women have loved me honestly and sweetly,
but not enough to create a lasting bond...
to start a legacy perpetuated in memory
as of those who can be recognized in any crowd.  


Humble woman of unsung virtues, I will adorn, at last...
your strands of gray hair with beautiful diamonds:
if neither honor nor glory will be given before your death:
I will proclaim you a brilliant star...the envy of  others!  


Details | Than-Bauk | |

My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


Details | Name | |

Tupac Shakur

The Elvis of Hip Hop,
United passion with verbal skills,
Poet, actor, model, Revolutionary,
A young Soldier, ready to die, 
Created for a purpose.

Sadness embraced the world,
He had to go.
Actively remembered by fans.
Killed by misunderstanding.
Unbelievable prediction of his own.
Rest in peace Pac.


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 | Free verse | |

Her Last Words To Me.

Caress me gently with sweet thought
Within that familiar spirit so foreign to me
Where the once moments feign dormancy
Lingering inside a clenching of time

Meet my eyes lost somewhere in slumber
Remember more of me than the girl I once was
Grasp to the moment of our once finality
And feel the finite seams of me as they fray apart

Breathe of my presence as you carry me
Flowing on winds awash with scents of yesterday
Recalling the freedom of open flight
Lost skyward somewhere without shame

You have loved me pensively all your days
As the essence of our innocence rack your innards
No matter how hard you try to forget
When the music plays…you will remember me


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Epic | |

Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


Details | Rubaiyat | |

A New Voice

a rubaiyat

Near Damascus, Saul's hatred met its end;
he soon discovered darkness is no friend.
God deemed young Ananias the best guy
to tell Saul of the plan He'd recommend. 

"Saul will kill me," was this believer's cry.
"There is no way I'll open up Saul's eyes?"
And He's right, unless God is thus inclined;
but fear weighs heavy, makes it hard to try.

Saul was a zealot in tradition's bind.
It's hard to see when customs leave you blind;
Saul was a Pharisee of great renown,
determined but with vengeance on his mind.

Both Saul and Ananias came unbound,
their lives took on focus as Light they found.
Now, Ananias can his trust defend;
and Saul gained fervor switching battleground.



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Details | Elegy | |

Stay with me

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I see you

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you must be
Somewhere

You still exist
for 
I still miss you

Thy sight
comes
to me
by memory

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I see you

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you are
Nowhere

Please
stay with me
for
I need thee

for
a mere
unit am I
without an ally

Nowhere
you are
Wherever
I need you

Please
let
I feel
you are
nearby

Let
I believe
you are
far
from Nowhere
close
to Somewhere

Let
I believe
you are


Please
stay with me

somewhere
anywhere
beyond

I need thee.


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit unbroken

Dear loveless one

Your hatred may have left holes
in my emotions
and your fury unleashed scars
upon the spirit
you will never possess...
Even though your tongue dug my soul's grave
and your hands muffled my cries
and bound me in chains 
to sinking death as a child,
I kept on living for hope's sake.
You deafened my ears to joy's call
and love I passed by, oblivious
to its tender touch.
You blinded my eyes to the beauty
that was staring me in the face 
and stitched up my mouth 
to prevent your own shame 
escaping in audible screams...

Today my body rests in the ocean
and still you are troubled.
Why then?
You got what you wanted, didn't you?
You murdered your own flesh and blood
to compensate for your flaws.

You know... You know you can't run
from a past so dark.
You hear my daunting laughter 
and the endless pleading haunts you.

I grip your black heart frozen
and whisper, "Goodbye."

Sincerely, 
Spirit unbroken.

(A tribute to all abused children)


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Heart of the Ocean

Someday, the heart of the ocean
With my soul, shall glisten
Someday, the heart of the ocean
To my call shall listen
Always rash and rowdy

It shall fill me up
And when I will wake up
There, in the heart of the ocean
No more will life be seen as being draconian
Rather, everything will seem panacean

A heart made of goodness
There, sharks and mermaids do dance
Lions and dragons do prance
And ships, sunk in miscreance
Do relish this state of blessedness

It lies deep at the bottom of the sea
None can see through the watery alley
Only those granted with the boon of faith
Those having been given a chance to repent
A chance of enjoy their existence, on the heart of the ocean

Someday, to that mystical heart
I shall belong, as would the verses to the poet
Someday, there, my tears would turn shiny
And my cloudy rainfall would be all lost
Lost, for surrounding me shall be water, made of a unique essence!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations


Details | ABC | |

JAMESTOWN 1607=They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats

JAMESTOWN
1607 



Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.

Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.

“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.

They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive 
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .




Details | Rhyme | |

Guilt Overflows

Guilt overflows
with a spark of revilement
its decay spreads like fire, 

blinding...conniving...

binding up in its sticky debris
still surviving
tangled whispers bleeding through me
reminders of a depthless past...
listen to the sobs beneath me, 
the hardness of your ears meet my lips at last
deep inside a heap of lies, 
refusing my cries
you can never see how binded I am...
how blinded I am.
you too cannot see...you cannot see
though your eyes meet me, 
still, you cannot see.
the least you can do is listen
listen carefully,
sight is mere illusion, 
follow the voice intently,
it cries softly, oh so softly...
before it dies away unnoticed 
It whispers steadily, 

Remember me, 

Remember me...


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 | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | I do not know? | |

The HEART says many words

The eye maybe precious
  but the heart says many words.
It can be broken, 
 it can be filled with love,
it can be dead.

It's the starter of the emotions.

*comment if you have a thought or if you just like (or fav poem)* :)


         -Angel4eva23


Details | Lyric | |

The Fire

Like all things that appear innocent, fire is in the pit of all.
Like a the clear sky before the rain fall, Like a rainbow after the storm
Our love was pure but the fire raged inside. 
Was it just lust or were we  in love
no one could of save both of us, Indestructible is what we thought we were but our weaknesses got the best. As we burned and burned with out the might to stop the  death that was awaiting us. 
What we thought to be happy was actually the manic of our affair. The memories will remain until we have the strength to detain, detain ourselves from each other, We may not have the strength to destroy what made us but we can stop this torture that we create
… Glass shatters just as our hearts when we walked away, when we walked away from all we thought was Important all we fought for. The fight was long and hard but even we couldn't save each other it was destine we were bound to be destroyed 
Like a fire when everything burns to the ground,When all is thought to be lost
we have to find hope without the weight of our destruction haunting us 
like a wild fire out control that exactly how we were 
it was our fate for our candle to burn out 
to burn the memories that might remain to burn all that attaches us to one another  like a fire we had to move on and still have hope that one day even with out each other we would be happy just maybe we could happy without each other one day, and just like a fire we were no more we had to burn before we created death and let others mourn..


Details | Rhyme | |

Guitarra, Express My Heart

Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart Pick away all that’s ever ached Place these Spanish notes beautifully To the angel of her face Guitarra pleas, express this heart Bring to life our last Latin nights Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight Guitarra as now I gently play Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair “El espiritu de amor” is strumming along Bringing back the yesterdays to here Guitarra passion now is in the revival As the ghost of love tangos all around Milagros, I sense you near And in this instrument forever you are found


Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


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Lasting Freedom

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of LASTIN FREEDOM you know what I mean.


Details | Lyric | |

Inside the Membrane

The pain I feel inside 
Can be derived from my dad pride
I sit alone at night
There is this emptiness that is
The squandering of time
pondering what life will be like
Who knew that twenty-one
Would be More bumps and lumps than fun
I want to dump this chump
Standing in front of the mirror
Waiting till its clearer
This Brings a sobering effect
Over thinking each step
It is like I'm playing freeze tag
With these mundane demons
And They always keep me in check
Because I cant see them
I have been contained and constrained
I complain of chest pains
Till my veins pop off like champagne
Bruce Banner's a freight train
Going insane in the membrane

So should I smoke weed then
To cope with this moping season
Cause my yoke is heavy
and dope seems dope for lots of reasons
Even though I do know
What the verse says in Ephesians
"Do not get drunk on wine...
Instead be filled with the spirit"
This is my one beacon
That's give me hope when I hear it
Its a choice for heathens
Like me, to write our own lyrics
Since death has been beaten
And no longer need to fear it
His love is infinite


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Shall Wait For You My Beloved

I shall wait for you to come my beloved
For you are my white star of twilight
The moon in the sky’s far end

I shall rise up with thee
Lie down with thee
For in my dreams thou art always with me

Oh Great Spirit
When our time has come
Join us together as one in the wilderness of your sacred home
When you look upon us give us your peace and refreshing sleep

For you and I my beloved, are two halves joined together
Each others distant shore
The left and right wings of the bird
Two halves of a seashell

We are apart, yet connected by a greater love
I shall wait for you my love 

The sun and moon bless the union of our spirits
Designed by our Creator for life’s endless journey
Joined like a tree to earth, a cloud in the sky
You are a part of me, as I am of you
Bonded by the Great White Spirit

You are my love, my heart’s best  friend
Our love will never cease, never end
I know it is thou who moves within my heart
Now and forever my beloved - I shall wait for you to come
Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ my love
_______________________________________________________________________

"Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ means I love you in Navajo"


Details | Sonnet | |

Passion Untamed

What happens to passion untamed?

Does it consume one
like night does to the light?
or spread through one's body--
and then become ferocious?
Does it look like a savage beast?
or somehow turn into love--
like when two hearts meet?

Maybe it just remains there 
like a stone.

or does it drive you to the tomb?


Details | Bio | |

The Man Behind the Mirror

Behind the mirror, the man is seen Where on our streets surrounded, Friends Thousands met cold, untimely death With screamed echoes of souls unrest Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly Children dead in their mothers’ arms Father, for his lost son searched Found him only, with parts cut in shreds. Behind the mirror, was the man there? Our Young children, to soldiers turned Educated only in field of war Guns carried, bigger than they can bear Faught battles, of no cause but fear To read or write, they dared not do But to shoot or kill, well informed they were. The man behind the mirror, how did he rest? Our babies, dead while he sound slept In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept Still offered nothing, but violence more Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder If anyone dared open their mouths to speak Or, if orders came of his seat to render. Behind that mirror, my freedom he took Our homes Burned; our stores looted Citizens, chased out of a land to love Forced into exile for years so many Adapted to a culture so not ours From scratch, we started to build Until bit by bit, we rose so high above Like an eagle, up up and away. The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame The color so dark, on our backs stained Bruises so deep, forever left to heal Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched, And palmed away by cruel, hateful death With tumbled bodies over bodies All soiled up into one tiny hole. Behind that mirror, the man will always be With blissful look in his red, budging eyes Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound And the more my hate for him increase Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get


Details | I do not know? | |

Made Brand New ?

Holy be ?
You desire this of me…
Is this possible am I able ?

Consecration, dedication towards the goal !
Ultimate sanctification for any soul…

Purity, virtue and piety…
Just some names of a few,
Made brand new.


Written by: William Arthur Tell

1Pe 1:16  Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.


Details | Blank verse | |

Naturacide

The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
 
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
 
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair

It is beautiful


Details | Free verse | |

Raven Flies Free



 
 
 

Long-lived and rusted 
the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense......        
death had come to call......              
with a longing in her heart.......
she stood guard fighting her transformation,  
silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff......
waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation,
a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........
in the distance swirling clouds parted
at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"............
and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm......
destiny had been received, 
a glorious revelation revealed
engulfed in love her spirit rejoice......
Hallelujah......
Hallelujah...... 
Palet......Palet......Palet...............

Her spirit soar......


________________________
Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer"

________________________
A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead
Poet~Rick Parise


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

you died before i loved you

Early this morning as i lay still sleeping,
A vision before  me played quite clearly.
I heard these words ring out so clear,

As I saw a child,small and dear
Gently climb upon the statue of a slodier
Who had fallen while away at war.

He wrapped his arms around it's neck.
His tiny tears began to fall down his tiny cheeks.
That was when these words began to fill my heart.

Fallen soldier I climb upon you today,
I do not wish to bring to you disgrace,
You could have been my Father, my Brother, my uncle, my son.

You may have been my Mother,my sister, my aunt,or my daughter.
You may have been my Grandpa,My Grandma, my cousin,my friend.
I climbed upon you just to give to a hug.

I do not mean to bring to you disgrace,
I climbed up here to say I love you anyway,
Although you died before I could love you.

The tears rolled down his face,
You could see the love in his embrace.
When I awoke, my cheeks were wet

From where my tears had fallen while still I slept.
As I write these words that lie deep within my heart,
I could not help but to think and feel just what to me they said.

Just how many out there can feel the hurt within their heart
When they look up and say, "Soldier you died before I loved you
OH! so very far away, But I love you anyway."


Details | Lyric | |

Do Not Delay

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Tattered curtains in the wind
A path you soon rescind
Echoes of silence in the halls
Shadows dance upon the walls
Her door off its frame
Search, call her name
Terror brings you to your knees
Your gut twisting with unease

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Screams burn outside
The attack worldwide
Determined to find her
Afraid of what may occur
Heart breaks at the thought
When nearby a gun is shot
Running wild in the night
Praying it’ll be alright

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Words still engraved
Your soul enslaved
Memories on your mind
Apocalypse of mankind
Her love you dearly miss
The unforgettable last kiss
Feeling her last breath
As she welcomed death

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Remember that day 
When she faded away
When you were unable to say
What your heart wish to convey


Details | I do not know? | |

A Beautiful Mind

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Hate the day time, and the boredom,
And the hours left to kill,
And the pain you feel inside,
Scoops a hole for him to fill,

Whisper secrets over sunsets,
Promise you will never tell,
Pretty lies, dainty deceptions,
You never felt so well,

A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,

Dazzles you with words,
Leaves you lost in a daze,
Cos you always were a sucker,
For a witty turn of phrase,

Gives you poppies in the evening,
Loves them best because they bring,
The things you both are craving,
Sleep for you and blood for him,

Sink into it easy,
The opiate of his hold,
Like a knife through butter or skin,
You know he prefers them cold,

A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,

Knows your weakness, knows your movements,
A master of the maze,
Watch you dreaming in the darkness,
He’s been lying there for days,

You can taste it on his lips,
See it hidden in his smile,
Know the truth, yet still embrace it,
That boy will bleed you dry,

Sunrise brings him closer,
Runs his fingers through your hair,
Breathes so softly “it’s your time now”,
And you haven’t got a prayer.


Details | Haiku | |

deeply, the last rose

deeply, the last rose inhales for a final breath farewell her perfume


Details | Sijo | |

Obsession

This poem is written in the form of a Sijo. A Sijo is traditionally composed in three lines of 14-16 syllables each, totaling between 44-46 syllables. In a Sijo, the poem is either thematic or narrative
Line 1 introduces a situation or problem
Line 2 provides a conclusion, which usually begins with a surprise
Line 3 resolves the problem or releases the tension by providing a memorable ending.

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This poem has a total of 45 syllables.
Line 1 consists of 14 syllables
Line 2 consists of 16 syllables
Line 3 consists of 15 syllables



                     **Obsession**

His smitten intuition, disturbed by every suspicion,
Like an addiction, fueled aggression, he craved her affection,
What started as just muffled cries, ended in a fatal night.



Written by
Rashana King


Details | Free verse | |

passion and persuation

The Illuminating path's Serenade my Vision, The Blindening Rays of faithful horizon leap into me, Our Memories of togetherness clasp me to the loop of life, still I am lusting to cross-over and meet the Chaismatic-End!! After which,our souls will intertwine and remain in enlightened glory forever! Life had been an autumn full of blossoms, My love lay in my arms in unrequited glory, life was a maze of puzzled quotes, the dooming evil recruited you into its gloomy shadows, and i learn't my first chapter about death. DEATH is a slow poison gushing through time and seeping through seconds, Blistering a thousand souls, abandoning a many infants, sucking away the more needed ones, Thwarting pain and inflicting illicit wounds. BUT losing hope means losing "US" At a jerk,our infancy angel crosses over with warmth, And the hallucinating illuminating paths fade away!! And i realize my quest in this unfarthomable journey, TO LIVE,LOVE AND SUCCEED DEATH!!


Details | Personification | |

Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Two Old Gods

TWO OLD GODS

Two old men.
That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches
Overhead, and crisscrossing the red and black pieces
Upon their welcoming checkerboard.

I placed a solitary peanut into the waiting hands of a small, grey squirrel.
Withdrawing my offer of other gifts, I moved away;
Drawing closer to hear their wrinkled voices still
Clamoring over the last move of their deadly waiting game;
Spattering salty remarks with knowing chuckles of old combatants
Echoed former rattlings of their rusty swords.

Beneath their stubby beards sat the once strong, 
Straight line of a stubborn jaw, thrust at life;
Hot for the chase that breached the perimeters of grand arenas
As Time swept aside the long-suffering hours
And slowly chiseled away massive, symmetrical bone.

They had been young, sensuous men with lapping fire at their cores,
Melting away the wet walls of passion and the searing, sticky
Sting of a promising, promiscious tongue.
Yes, their passion was still lingering there,
Below the masks of debilitating age and cracking stone.

Their passion for life and pleasure still written across their
Wrinkled, wincing brows clearly there for anyone to read.
I wondered how many summers those faded eyes had squinted
Against a broiling sky and felt the power of that which they are---
Two old gods, sitting in the ruins of their shadowy kingdom passed,
Oblivious to the ticking of unearthly clocks.

Two faded, gnarled and twisted husks sat in peaceful friendship
Beneath the cool and darkening, park lined sky.
Below the surface of their shabby shrouds, pinpoints of eternal, celestral light
Sought the vaporous freedom of untethered ether.
Beneath the surface, the gods still flexed their mighty,
Quiescent muscles, forever young: aged mantles flung
Against Time’s eroding shores and fog misted dangerous rocks.


Details | Lyric | |

One True Love

Years ago, while I was at work
You approached, and gave me that look.
When our eyes met, on that first day
I glanced at you, and looked away.

My heart was pounding, oh so fast
I never felt this, will it last?
Papers I gave you, to fill out
I explained, what they were about.

A week went by, and you came back
For those papers, you had lost track.
I gave them to you, one more time
I even showed you, where to sign.

Then one night, we had met once more
At the club, you stood by the door.
We had a drink, and shared a dance
You sure had me, from your first glance.

In the morning, you came on by
“Please come with me, but don’t ask why”.
To the seawall, to watch the view
Spending all day, just me and you.

You treated me, just like a queen
Someone like you, I’ve never seen.
You gave your heart, I gave mine too
To each other, our love was true.

The time we spent, I hold so dear
Where this was going, wasn’t too clear.
I loved you more, each day we spent
I felt our love, was truly meant.

You were my first, and only love
Our fate was in, the man above.
I had to leave, after a year
One last kiss, but many a tear.

“I’ll come for you”, I heard you say
Please make it soon, for this I pray.
Years had passed by, no word from you
My heart was broke, what will I do?

I never heard, you didn’t come
I just settled, I heard from some.
I never loved, like I loved you
For what I felt, I knew was true.

I got your call, on one late night
“You’re in my heart, but out of sight.”
“I’ve wanted you, here in my life”
“I just found out, you’re someone’s wife.”

You had told me, you held my heart
I am with you, though we’re apart.
For we’re meant, to be together
Love like ours, will last forever.

Then one day, I felt something wrong
This eerie feeling, sure was strong.
I called your mom, and we both cried
When she told me, you had just died.

Stomach cancer, is what you had
Finding this out, I felt so sad.
The night you called, it was goodbye
You never said, you knew I’d cry.

I’ll always miss, the love we shared
Knowing how much, you really cared.
I must go on, and live my life
For I’m a mom, and someone’s wife.

In your life, when you find true love
Make sure to thank, the man above.
Someday we’ll meet, at heaven’s gate
I know that you, will always wait.


Details | Couplet | |

The Feeling

From deep within a silence grows
Vastly spreading, yet no one knows
No one knows of what's to come
The Feeling is sudden, then it's done.
Often with pain, fits of sorrow
The Feeling leaves nothing, not even a morrow
With much haste, take one last breath
We all succumb to The Feeling of Death.


Details | Rhyme | |

8-15-2012 Hotel 11

I've sat alone
For hours or days?
I do not know
Who goes or stays.
I've paid no mind
To the lost souls.
Strangely I've heard it all
Though no one surely knows.

I've been watching the streets
Watching the dying crowd.
I wish I'd joined
Yet I'll watch from my cloud.
The sun sets
While darkness closes in.
Another day passed
Again the night will win.

The night flickers
As she walks by.
How could I have missed
This woman so coy and shy?
I'm captivated
Those eyes a wonder.
Forever I've waited
To catch looks of splendor.

The lights die
As he skulks by.
I watch his face
Contort with confusion.
His thoughts poison
Venom without a reason. 
His hands flashed
His scowl gone.
Steps quicken
As he ran on.

My angel
Fallen below.
I've watched her fall
I'm the only one who will know!
I've watched her pain
In the quick flash of steel.
A heartless thought
Causing a hate so real.

I cannot escape
I cannot rescue her.
The broken thoughts
Kill all that was sure.
I'm stuck here
Away from the scene.
Every single fear
Chasing the horrors between.

I've been locked away for years
I've been dying forever.
I remember her screams
I remember the nights saviour.

It was I that night
Locked away from the world.
It was my fault
As I watched the dying girl.
It was my faith
That let her die.
The scowling wraith
Bled her dry.

No reason
Has ever been told.
No reason
For me to grow old.
I fell in love with the chase
And not the mystery.
Who erased her face
Who sent me into misery?

I'll find you
I'll kill you.
I'll meet you
I'll save you.
Someone had to die
By my hand.
She'll no longer cry
For its not as I planned.

Show me where the heart is.
I've travelled from the start.
I'm almost done.
I'm almost...


Details | Free verse | |

Forever Gone

Each time you drift to sleep
Feel my hands stroke your face
My breath upon your neck
Hear me hum our song
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you are in danger
Feel my arms protecting you
My breathing hurried in fear
Hear me scare away the evil
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you cry
Feel my fingers wipe away tears
My breath on your lips in kiss
Hear me whisper our love
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you dream
Feel my being in form
My breath shared with yours 
Hear me and respond
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you realize
Feel my empty spot on the bed
My breath no longer breathed
Hear my voice in old messages
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear


Details | Free verse | |

My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
Laughing 
As I leave this world behind

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


Details | Rhyme | |

footle-ROMEO AND JULIET

Young hearts

found peace


Details | Free verse | |

The Same Reservation Road

I walk through the reservation valley of alcoholic death/ 
I fear no darkness among my own for the light breathes life on its own through my every breath/ I can no longer fit in for I need to stand out above the rest/
 I can no longer follow, I got to be the host of my own because Im tired of being the guest/
 
I want to be the writer I dont want to be the reader/ 
I want to be the artist with the brush, I want to create I want to finally be my own leader/
 I want to be able to follow society's rules because I am tired of being a cheater/
 I want to be the supplier because Im tired of being the seeker/ 

I guess life is what I make it/ Forgive less as much as I still continue to forsake it/
 My life is just a jolt but at times I feel death shake it/ Grab my emotions by the reins and straight earthquake it/ I try and fix my problems until someone comes by and breaks it/
 but this is my time because Im still young so this young opportunity in life I must Take it.
 
I got to hold my head held high from being low/ 
I got to stay lost until I find my own being my purpose of another young lost soul/
 I cannot stop because Im too tired of staying stuck I must stay on go/ 
This my life now I know it my story waiting to be patiently told/ 
This my life now I got to let it un fold/ Let it slowly but surely grow/ 
Im just a hidden bomb waiting for my poetry to blow/ 
EVERYTHING I DID OR DO IN LIFE NOW IS SOMETHING I CHOSE? 
I GOTTA CHANGE BECAUSE I JUST CANT KEEP WALKING THE SAME RESERVATION ROAD.


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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Prose Poetry | |

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life, 
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this

germinate in me a corn
of survival 
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live

for this life 
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities

a tear drop of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities

lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life 
a terrain of survival and life

a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny

an artwork of joy

a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any

opn08022012/0106

from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', 
february 2012 

>> ntema's unique poetry (nup) 
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/


Details | Lyric | |

My Most Sincere Apology(I Wish God Would Have Taken Me Instead of You)

I'm breaking down again.
My patience has worn thin.
I can't promise you anything.
It kills me that I can no longer do anything for you.
I'm watching you descend.
You're so broken.
I'm sorry for letting you down.
I just wish I could replace some of the mistakes that I have made.
I want to give you the devotion I believe you deserved.
I wish I could show you your worth.
I bury my face in my hands.
This isn't how I had it all planned out.
But now I'm helpless in all of this and I feel like I have betrayed you.
God I hate myself for allowing you to fall face first.
I wish I could have done so much more.
I just wish God would grant me another chance.
One more opportunity.
I pray for clarity.
I don't understand the meaning in this tragedy.
I feel you slipping away in a dream that I can't escape.
I have made so many mistakes.
You're blameless.
I can't take this.
I feel the tears fall.
I wish God would have taken me instead of you.
If I could I'd give you my all just to bring you back.
But you're slipping through the cracks.
As much as I try there's absolutely nothing I can do.
I'm sorry. 
I wish I could look deep into your eyes and apoligize .
I'm sorry.
IF I could I'd give my life just to see you live another day.


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roses on my chest

                                          The rose’s on my chest keep on growing. 
                             When that knife touched my heart where she once belonged. 
                                                           We were finally one.                                                                                                                                                                               my last breaths are still meant for her this is the most hellish, painfulest and  
                                                         heavenliest,                                                                                                      .                                                    feeling ever owned. 
                                                 As i leave this earth i leave her. 
                                       This is not the way i want to leave but by her hand, 
                                         i once held is the only way i wish to leave


Details | Blank verse | |

The Ribbon - November 24, 2008

Fighting the quickness
I can't shake this sickness
My ribs sore from the lies
I want to cut these ties
I cough them up with phlem
I wish I had not met him
The blood staining the rag
I feel like a miserable hag

Cut these ribbons, they're hurting
These secrets I couldn't stop blurting
The blood dripping down the strips
My hands hanging at my hips
My eyes close and I cry aloud
Wouldn't my mother be proud?

I hate this numb feeling
I feel the cheer peeling
Like a leaf from its tree
I'm broken, can't you see?
I feel the rain falling
I hear its soft calling
Its drops mix with tears
I want to share my fears

Please, be the one to say yes
Take a rag and clean this mess
I need you like you'll never know
You'll never see the pretty bow
The one tied around my neck
No blood on it, not a speck

Nevermind, I can't bare the pain
I've made my decision in vain
I clench the ends of my pretty bow
My crying eyes downcasting slow
I think of your smile, your brown eyes
You'd never wade through all the lies
I'm not worth it, but neither is she
But that's something you'll never see

The ends are tied, the rain stops
I smile and I put away the props
I feel relief as I lift this ugly mask
I set it aside and begin my task
My toes balancing on brittle wood
I'll never be known or understood

I look to the heavens and I see you
I will never know whether it was true
I tremble knowing how I am posed
I bite my lip, naked and exposed
I cover my bow and take my leap
No more will they make me weep
You will never know how I feel
My ribbon snaps and seals the deal


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Ghost of Adolescence

Uncounted miles trodden since I last breathed your guise
That dulcet voice that tortured me slowly faded from memory
Still it calls to me from distances undiscovered
Pulling me from my sleep drawing me into the void
Filling me with a conceptive warmth too unreal
That face twenty years past fills my closed eyes with its vice
That boy I was is an indistinct shadow now
But his heart remains a whip upon my back still able to sting
Holding the ability to draw that which I’ve bled a host of times
Asking that which has no response
Filling the moments with regret and anguish
Does your memory torture you as you inflict upon me?
Can you hear me imploring you in your sleep?
After all this time and through all these miles
Does a cinder remain in you resonating who I once was?
Do you ever reflect on what we could have become
Have you seen those two blurry phantoms?
Walking as one upon unpaved highways
I’ve both cherished and mourned for you
Holding you captive in the closet of my childhood
You remain a hidden gem that only I marvel 
Without you I am an unfinished puzzle of a man
You eternally survive as that which you were fated 
That rough cut diamond I couldn’t jeweler
My first love…my perfection
My ghost


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What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


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


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away with the sun

Its getting late
but you already came 
and while you were here
things never change 
you lay with me
and tell me your words
then you leave 
and I feel hurt.
Its not you that hurts me 
but the sound of the door
closing behind you 
I know for sure 
you'd like to stay 
but you never do
I'm left alone 
missing you. 
These days its more frequent 
you leave so much
that you're gone more hours 
than the day brings sun
and I have begun 
to feel so numb
when the door closes 
another night I run
far away from the thoughts I have 
because its killing me to look
at my empty hands
I remember when we were on the sand 
you told me you loved me
but you weren't my man 
and so I walked, feeling okay
but too many months 
now I want you to stay
Am I selfish?
asking too much?
You only visit me an hour
after dusk
and I must go on
but should I stay?
when you see me sometimes
but its always too late.


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


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In the eye of the beholder

Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''

 

The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old

Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold

 

Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before

Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core

 

Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought

Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought

 

I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure

My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.

 

I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.

As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights

 

Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.

Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight

 

I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention

I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.

 

Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day

I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.

 

I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.

Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.

 

Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground

One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound

 

I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free

Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree

 

Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret

I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.

 

Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment

My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. 

 

Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA 

Date: 26-10-11


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Coffee Break - Seize The Day

            Coffee Break  (Seize the day)

In every tick of every clock
There is a trick that follows with a tock
Tick- tock, tick- tock, swing on lost pendulums
To stop, to seize the day, remember to 
Live every day to follow death
Die every day to follow life
If you cry each day
If you laugh each day
You have lived a life worth living
Seize the day if just to drink your coffee
As life is sometimes hard to swallow in the coffin

Created on 10/21/14 for - Seize the day (Carpe diem) -  Poetry Contest


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Lost Poet

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet


Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


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 | Narrative | |

Untitled #305 / The Traffic Teacher's Tale

They locked eyes. Engines revved and roared.
When the light flashed green, tires screamed across the pavement,
other horns were honked, and a cup of Coke
flew across the lane divider into the lap of the second driver
even as the car of the first driver veered off
into a ditch, overturned, cabin
crunched into a tree
and three souls rode their last.
The traffic teacher says we must control our emotions, but I know
this is impossible. Emotion binds the heart of every human.
We can control our responses to these feelings, or else
ignore them entirely.
I wish I could choose the latter.


Details | Elegy | |

Mistake

As blood drips down
I stare at myself with a frown
Her body flashy red
Stabbed her dead
Dropped my knife
Started to caress my wife
Gruesome love
As I removed my infected glove
Flowed in my mind were memories
How the joy to bury her in the cemeteries’ graves
I chopped her many and waves
Of worship appeared
I knew I feared
This, I loved too much
I remember the first touch
My hands on her hips
Licked mine and on her lips
As my hand gentle rows to the end of her back
I managed to take a snack
My hands reaching her round behind
Combined of the kissing of her chest
Licking between the two breast
I become more attracted
And more distracted
Pushed her on the bed
Instead my jumping ahead
I gave time
So then she can be mine
In the mid-dust, forever
Me and her together
As I stormed with the ring
I became the king
And she is my queen
The glorious scene
In a dull and faded
With me is hatred
I had to say
In a mysterious way
I have done a mistake
That no one can break
I picked the knife stabbed myself and returned
To my lover that I burned…


Details | Ballad | |

Better Than Grace

how can we pretend that everything is okay
when the world is soon to turn to grey
I've took this life and its treasures in vane
when you'd easily trade with me any day

you're amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace

you say they gave you less than six months
never thought it could hurt this much
I'd give anything just to save you
oh what can i do, just say because

you're amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace

with every breath we take, just another test today
don't walk away before it's too late
we should all be ashamed of ourselves because

he's amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mary Frances McElroy You will be missed

Remembering the laughable times we shared, 
Seeing that guilty look that you always gave,
When we laughed and got caught,
You will be missed,

Being the lovable and caring person that you are,
funny but also serious,
You will be missed,

You were Strong and wise, 
Loved to cook and feed everyone,
but most of all for being loving,
Grandma you will be missed,

Embracing us with your warm hugs when we were down,
Guiding us with your footsteps after you followed Jesus' footsteps,
You will be missed,

Seeing the hurt and pain in our eyes caused by plenty,
You gave us encouraging words to get us through,
And for that,
You will dearly be missed,

Knowing you will be beside us,
To let us know what's right & wrong,
You will be missed,

Grandma in the midst of it all,
I will miss you soo much,
I wrote this poem just for you,
hope you can hear me!!
I love you and miss you!!
Vernard Lamar Mays


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The Deadly, Fatal Kiss Of The Spider Woman

After she drank his bitter wine of selfish, pathetic love
She slyly sang him her haunted chant 
"The laughs on you", she crooned in her soft malicious tune

At times, she could act with chicane
She had many charms when treated well...
Deadly ones - when not
Oh yes...
She herself may at times have sinned
But he-had the stain of evil, paltry love

Now...Inside her gossamer labyrinth she lay
Carefully, diligently spinning her web
Revealing nothing-and everything
She'd weave her silky snare inside his heart
Laying her toxic eggs of betrayed despair
Spinning her poisonus venom of painful truth

Oh yes...
Her bite is deadly now
She could have been his 'Velvet Rose'
But, he crushed her petals rare
Ending her silken dreams
With his evil malicious schemes
Her spider's web became untethered
Attaching itself by a single thread
To his shoddy veil of evil, selfish love
    Now...She is the hunter
    And...He is the hunted
In the coming eve... 
She'd deliver her poisonous, lethal sting
He'd be noones's lover now
Her threads would cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom would seal his fate
Remaining nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow
All along the castle walls

For some time a deadly secret she doth keep
"Revenge”, she whispers, while he sleeps
 
She was once his only lady
With ivory skin and beauty fair
She fed him nectar from her raven hair
His betrayal seared her hemorrhaged heart
She'd warned him with many words and fiery stares

"Thou shalt not indulge in wicked fare
Be ever so watchful, do not betray
Beware, where thou heart doth leave
Take heed" said she, "Just who thy seed deceives".

In her chamber dark at night, this maiden fair
Planned his demise with scourged nectar, bitter sweet
Stirring her venomous, poisonous treat
Or would dagger to his heart she’d plant
Bid him die a dark and painful lingering death
Upon his sleeping body that she'd leave 
As she crept silently into his chamber - 
These words she bitterly but victoriously said...

"Thou shalt betray no more. 
Thou has sinned against me...
Taken my love in shame
"Betray no more", she said".
     But now
Thou is thankfully, forever DEAD!"

Her silken threads had cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom had sealed his fate
    Now...he remained nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow...
All along her castle walls

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Details | Verse | |

Unfinished Love

() I read all your letters as I fall asleep each night all the words of encouragement and beauty you helped me find for time never did cease and beauty rolled away with the tide and now the relentless rain pounds deep inside For your smile that lit my heart through endless nights of despair and your poetic words that always touched gracious heights my life, I now find, is a bitter sweet song of yesterday's memories and tomorrow's alone As the morning sun comes to rise in peaceful hues of painted light where once I sat in despair, but, now I can find, a small inkling of hope as gracious memories pass through my mind Although the Lord took you home.....that cold Autumn night.... () A Brian Strand Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Footle-ROMEO AND JULIET

Young hearts

found peace


Details | Free verse | |

and along I come and sit beside you

I sit in the darkness 
until it’s time to play 


not looking for trouble 
but it makes it’s way 


I lay the threads 
they crisscross 
and crosshatch 
they go this way and that 


I lay the threads 
so sticky 
I made them 
I think they are quite nice 


I lay the threads 
that draw you to me 
at first 
you find just one 
then two 
and then three 
when you find more 
you realize you can't move 
you're really quite stuck 
trapped you see 
but go ahead and struggle 
they'll just bind you further 
and alert you to me 


I’ll come see you 
and touch you 
then taste you 
but first we must play 


I spin you and spin you 
to make sure you’re held tight 
then tap you to see if you’re ripe 


I tell you all would have been fine 
but you had to come find me 
to see me 
to see what I do 
you see 
you forced me 
to do what I do 
now I do it to you. 


I feel you 
then smell you 
before I bite 
and when I do it 
it gives you a fright 
but not long after you think it feels right 


you no longer struggle 
because you feel good 
as I lick you 
and suck you 
I admit I enjoy it 
except how it turns out 


sweet bliss in your eyes 
we've shared our last moment 
then you’ll leave me forever 
the only thing left 
is your taste in my mouth 


Details | Couplet | |

GOODBYE

Goodbye to you my Best friend
It’s hard to believe that we’re worlds apart.

 We were like strings on a guitar,
Making harmony and pleasant tones.

You were there when I took the first step,
And gave me directions ever since.

You taught me life’s valuable lessons
And saw me through my mistakes.

Unable to see the virtues you bestowed,
Cut-short by nature’s worthy call.

A decade now past and I realize;
This friend is gone but ever-green.

But with the gift of the Name
Like a tattoo I will always have.

And even if I hate to believe you’re gone,
Goodbye to you my Best friend.


Details | Sonnet | |

Mending A Broken Heart

Nothing as cold as a winter of black.
the world still moves, as if nothing has changed.
"a snow angel" i thought as she fell back.
she looked to the stars "they all seem arranged".
her eyes a sunrise on the Coral Sea.
Years pass people, continue in rejoice.
my despair endless, as challenger deep.
i long for her warmth, and ache for her voice.
her love for me eternally in stone.
love crashing down in a thunderous wave.
stars came and went but i stood there alone.
waiting for deaths sweet grip, by true loves grave.
when joy comes with curved blade and dark cloak.
time will mend the heart, it long ago broke.


Details | Free verse | |

Vampire

The darkness comes
again to
clarify the unseen, all the
while I crawl
out
of the prison I cradled into so to
shy
away from the 
light and its 
stupid
pretense to simplify the inexplicable

In me duality
rules, blood
and smoke
swirl no longer
apart draining
my soul anew

I spend endless
hours obsessing
over the thought of you, cursing
your name, rabidly 
foaming over what
you
are doing to
me: I was
dead
and now I live!

From the abysses
of my days and the heights
of my nights I
yearn 
to bite and
poison your happy
flesh of delight with my
same
illness so that
we can be
forever one
among the damned

But then it is
indeed your smile to
rip
through my powerless
guts and weaken my
resolve

For you
I live, for
you I would
gladly
die.


Details | Free verse | |

Straight From The Heart

That burning passion within
The unexplainable feelings you sense when they walk towards you
The loss of breath and the strangulation you feel gripping around your throat
Choking off every last bit of air you have left to your name
You feel like collapsing to your knees and crying
Wishing you had them back in your arms and running your fingures through their soft hair
You wish you could go back in time to re-live those treasuring moments of bitter sweetness
You can hear their voice echoing inside your head at night when your trying to relax
Your dreamless nights filled with tears and pain
You outstretch your hand beckoning, begging for them to come back
Memories sharp as daggers, peircing your flesh
As they look away from you eachtime
The warmth they gave you before is now gone
You feel like your body has become a corpse to rot forever
When you see then with another
You feel so betrayed and furious
Wanting them back more then anything
You would give up everything you had left just to let them know you cared and still hurt
You want so badly for them to just take the loneliness away
Nothing else can be done
Nothing else will work
Your lost
Your alone
Your scared
You cry for help but no one listens
You feel like dying
Even though they know that deep in your heart they still have that special mark
But they'll never know what they meant to you so you write these words Straight from the 
Heart.


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 | Rhyme | |

Praise God

If it's not one thing then it's another.
I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother.
My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy.
I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees.
I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin.
Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin?
Prayer is so simple even a child can start.
It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart.
It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you.
You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true.
Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe?
Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve?
He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try.
The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie.
Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord!
I can never lose a battle using you as a sword!
Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone.
Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on.
Praise God!


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 | Bio | |

Remember Me

Iv been there for you everytime you needed me,
Iv been there for you in case of an emergency.
I held your head while you were weak,
I whipped the tears off your cheeks while you were sick.

I brought you medicine when you had the flu,
I helped you out in any way I knew. 
I made you smile when everyone around you made you sad,
I cheered you up when everything was going bad. 

But now when I need you the most you are not here,
I'm down on my knees crying now and catching every single one of my tears.
I know all your secrets because I wanted to know how to help you,
But you don't even bother asking me how my day went, ain't that true? 

Iv done everything in my power to make you into the person you are today,
But now I'm reaching out to you, but you give me a smirk and walk away.
I guess this is what I get for being the person that I am,
I might of raised my voice on you, but that that just to make you into a man.

God created all men equally, why should I be any different from anyone else,
I treated you like I treated everyone, with discipline, love, care, without a mess.
I guess this is what I get for being raised by the streets,
Everytime someone went off on you I was there to have your back like the streets.

But now I feel alone and don't see anyone by my side,
I thought you would help me, that's why I cried. 
Now that my heart is barely beating, I want to say I love you,
Remember me as your teacher, care taker, soldier, your brother. 


Details | Free verse | |

Dying with a Smile

Love is an unspoken form of maschism
And it's slowly killing me inside.
Each minute of silence 
A lost beat of my heart.
My ribs are all knives now
Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed.
My heart feels vast, hollow
Cold,
Like a hundred story skyscraper-
its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door
And their rent unpaid.
And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't.
I am trapped.

And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves.
Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are
filled with the sea.

And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain.

Our love is the hope that soon
I won't need to breathe.
That the chains will break and set me free
To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace.

Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! 

Our love will starve me
And burn me
And deprive me of sleep.
I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side.
And maybe,
Just maybe,k
I can smile for once without the pain.


Details | Cowboy | |

Brahma Dark

Death rides a pale horse, it is often quoted
to resurrecting bitter memories it is devoted
But the killer of dreams is Brahma dark
and with a twist of its head, hits its mark

I’ve ridden the memories until I’ve about lost count
Sometimes I wonder which of us is actually keeping score
and I’d gladly welcome that pale mount
just to dare to dream once more

© July 2004



Details | ABC | |

Midnight Skies

Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.


Details | Rhyme | |

Homai Vyarawalla

Where art thou now, woman with flashing light,
like fingers of God freezing time and men,
in black and white. Thou art not here,
but thou art here forever like death could not
pinch thee away from my eyes
nor hide thee beyond the chronicle of Mumbai.
Many will rest but thou will not, thou weary soul.
I saw thy work hanging like the lynched Messiah,
and saw the truth; life has no voice to speak thy praise,
but death … thy worship raised, like Lazarus from the grave.


Details | I do not know? | |

ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH

     ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH
My destination's inner space.
Erasing things not meant to chase.
I'm holding dreams of you, but then,
when I must die, I'll live again.

You were the bait. Your daddy laughed.
Six hundred smiles and I was trapped.
Your photographs got tired of me,
but I still love each one I see.

There was a day I couldn't swim.
I drowned a while, my hope was slim.
At football games as I recall
I drowned one day in early Fall.

My tears are hidden in the sea,
mistakes I made were constantly.
Not being more than how I seem,
The day I died it killed a dream.

I've loved you on the beach down here,
It's Hollywood, in Floridear.
From Canada come all the lame
To live part of my sunshine game.

As seagulls dipped, I saw a girl
her name I cannot breath nor slur,
an rv killed her in her head,
she looks out windows like she's dead.

Now I must cry for her again,
And then I'll cry for you, my friend.
if life has anything to lose,
I'll lose it twice, so what's the use?
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Lyric | |

The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…


Details | Pastoral | |

The Last Hour of the Christ

I wear the crown of hatred
misunderstanding and despair upon my hair
upon my back a wooden cross I bare
I know not why I’m hated so
all the people seemed to love me just a week ago

my skin is cut from head to toe
from whips of leather by men who wish to see me die
I spoke the truth for all the people to understand
my words of truth where words to set man free
from degradation hate and hell to live in harmony
for the rest of history

I cured the sick and healed the blind
with the touch of my own hand
I’ve walked on water and walked on sand
to preach and bring my truth through out the land 

people came from all around 
and would sit for hours upon the ground
I once had twelve good men who followed me around
now there’s only eleven one man let me down

my words have been mistaken
my God he has forsaken 
for that my life they’re taken
I believe that I have failed 
as my hands and feet are nailed upon this wooden cross
as they raise me in the air
all their sins I know I must bare

I want to scream not fair not fair
I’m just a young man I only wanted to teach
there are so many more people that I wanted to reach
my age is only thirty three
I pray my God
that they the people will remember me

written by Dennis H. Davis 
This poem was written from the human aspect of Jesus Christ. I wrote this poem with no effort what so ever it was as though it was being told to me. I watched my hand move across the page with a purpose a message I believe Jesus wanted this poem written.


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 | Free verse | |

Rapture

Autumn creeps in slowly
Tenderly, seductively
Summer giggles and blushes
Tickled by crisp exhilarating breezes
The colors of fall mesmerize her
She needs to feel the fiery reds and golden hues.
She longs to don their passionate splendor
Autumn’s tender kisses entice her
Swept away with reckless abandon
The excitement overtakes her
Enraptured in effervescent glory
Autumn sinks in
His force penetrating
Deep into the heart of Summer
His grip is unshakable
Summer struggles to hold on
The waning sun warms weakly
Flowers bloom in last ditch effort
She feels herself slipping away
The vibrant luring colors fade
Withering into brown lifeless forms
The once lush green leaves of Summer
Flutter helplessly down to the cold hard ground
Autumn, triumphant, drags his defeated prey
Onto the alter of Winter.
Giving himself over as well
The henchman lies down his life
Winter’s deep frozen death reigns.
A great, barren arctic tomb (womb?)
Under which Summer waits to be reborn
With Spring’s first gentle kiss.


Details | Free verse | |

Reservation for One

The words plunge into my chest like a poisoned dagger. 

I frantically tug at the cold knife but to no avail as the venom works its way through my body. My mind desperately attempts to wrap itself around the deadening reality, but the slickness of it is too much to handle.

My mind slips and as a last resort hits the panic alarm. I open my mouth to scream but the poison has worked its way to my throat and burns hotter than the 1000 lakes of fire in hell. I want to grab my neck but my panic stricken mind is unable to reason with my arms to perform even this simple desperate request. 

My knees buckle and I trip and fall, backwards I think. Think...thought...thoughts...none are there. Can't think. Brain dead...or close to it. A cold splash, more chilling than the deadly dagger, wakes my brain momentarily, long enough to realize I'm drowning and add that to the list of pain. Still unable to move I throw an upward glance into her eyes. 
my last chance, the ice thin line between life and death, in hopes she will toss me a rope, a stick, a smile, anything. As she turns her back, I close my eyes and invite the ominous death that is now seemingly warm from the coldness of her actions. 

My mind pieces together a few last thoughts of happiness, of her. The day we met, her smile, her eyes, her laugh, the sound of her voice that my ears welcomed with open doors and arms wide open. The venom and water seem to meet each other simultaneously at my heart as if they had reservations, 

I know its time. 

With my lungs filled and oxygen gone, body frozen, mind shut down, I miss her. I manage one last smile and mouth the words " I love u."


Details | Verse | |

Consumed

I trod the volcanic soil of past relationships
Down until  the river ran red
And where the cobalt ribbons threaded
Skies with golden studs embedded,
Encrusting precious metals in my centrifugal head.

As they turned and spun the alchemy of ages past
Round until their substance re-combined,
And the chemical reactions
Changed the future days by fractions,
Revisions of the outcomes in my sore eccentric mind.

How I walked the blind-alley warrens of stone
Out onto the cliff-tops by the sea,
Where the gulls were made of wires
And they dripped baptismal fires 
Upon the alternate alternatives of my reality.

I cried and consumed the static of lingerie
Face first into the channel of her breasts,
Whereupon perfumed emissions
In her loin of nuclear fissions, 
I consumed her sex and life and then began on all the rest.


Details | I do not know? | |

R.I.P.

I'm sitting here in my room, looking at your picture,
Wondering why you couldn't be part of my future.
Uncontrollable tears stream down my face,
while my heart beat starts to race.
Asking GOD why he took you from my life,
it was more painful than stabbing me with a knife.
I still needed you here,
You were the one to make everything so clear.
You are apart of me and I am apart of you,
When you died, a part of me died too.
I never knew how hard it was to loose one that you love.
Until the day you went to heaven above.
Even though I can't see,
I know your up there watching over me.
I miss you more and more everyday
And all I can do is pray.
In my heart is where you will forever remain.


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 | Free verse | |

Desire (Spanish Lira)

My eyes see just the surface
But there’s so much more to you than meets the eye
My heart increases its pace
As my throat lets forth a cry
With a need to kiss your skin, else I should die


SPANISH LIRA IS A SPANISH FORM OF POETRY WRITTEN IN 7/11/7/7/11 
SYLLABLES,WITH THE RHYME SCHEME-ab,ab,b.


Details | Free verse | |

Snakes of Summer

Snakes of Summer
 
All summer I saw them
as they scurried in front
of my whirling mower blades.

Some of them evaded the
metal blades. 
The slower ones were halved
and quartered. 
The first time this happened, 
I was shocked and saddened. 
The second time
angry at myself 
remorseful
for mowing the fields 
I called home 
and thought of as my private park.

I made adjustments.
I walked the field with my dog
before I mowed, chasing the
gopher snakes ahead of me to their dens. 

These slow moving, diurnal creatures 
usually sunned themselves in my field, 
readying themselves for active nights 
hunting lizards and rodents.

Their prey is suffocated by the
constriction of loops of their 
chocolate spotted body, and
then they dine, shyly, 
maybe a little remorseful
about what they’ve done.


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | Ballad | |

The battle within

Sparks fly in the air
Lights glow in the dark
I am gripped by fear
As my worst nightmare attacks
It's shriek pierces my soul
It's roar tests my bravery
This battle has left my control
And no one is here to save me
The air gets colder
The light gives out
The darkness gets bolder
And I'm filled with doubt
I'm standing on a bridge, hewn  from stone
It lies between the world and my mind
Now as it approaches, I'm all alone
But this demon of mine must stay confined
It must never escape from inside me
For the world cannot withstand it
And even though I may no longer be
I will do all I can to hinder it
I summon the courage I used to lack
And stand there dumbfounded
It's eyes glow a fiery glow
It's wings are made of fire
It's sinister smirk scares me so
And I know it's one desire
Huge and menacing, it comes before me
I must now perform my appointed task
'Ancient and evil you may be,
But you shall not pass.'


Details | ABC | |

Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


Details | I do not know? | |

AND THEN I REMEMBER

I wake up in the middle of the night, and reach out to touch you but you are not 
there
 And then I remember, 
The pain returns as quickly as an express train racing out of a tunnel
A quite cry escapes my lips a silent tear my eyes
 I will sleep no more tonight
In the morning I stumble out of bed, not thinking I call your name
And then I remember
I go to the bathroom, no more the clean order of a woman’s touch
But instead the chaotic disorder of the single man
And then I remember 
At breakfast I automatically set two cups, milk in both, sweetener in one
And then I remember
For you it’s just another day but for me it’s as if I am trapped in a time warp 
I eat my breakfast as if in a trance 
And I taste nothing, 
I drink my tea and stare out of the window
But I see nothing
 Except in the deepest corners of my mind
You are still hear with me 
I can see your face and I can smell you perfume
Your laughter fills my heart with joy
 And once again I look into your beautiful brown eyes
And I see again the great love and a deep passion in your soul
I reach out my hand to touch your cheek
My fingers brush your dark silken hair 
You speak my name
Suddenly I feel your soft touch on my arm 
And suddenly I am back and you are gone, 
And then I remember  
    I must pull myself together
 I must try to go on
They say time heels, they say the pain will subside
They say stop thinking of yourself
Think of your child
Words are cheap when you don’t have to pay 
And then I remember
She looks deep into my eyes, and I see her mother’s love
 I see her mother’s passion for life
I reach out and touch her dark silken hair;
 And then she speaks my name,
And then I remember 
Please god let me forget, just for a moment
Just for a while
Just let my child once again see me smile
 


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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


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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


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My Bleeding Song

The night covers me
Its wrath clings to my arms
My lonely heart
Starts to bleed

I sang a song
With my tears flowing over
Crimson of darkness
Flows from my eyelids

How is misery revived?	
So painful, so tender
How my agonies go on?
It sang a bleeding song

How is my life revived?
So sore, so high
With my droplets of blood
Flowing over my eyes

The season ends
Tomorrow may never come
The past lost its way 
To be remembered

I cry on my blood
With my frozen eyes of nothing
The song of my bleeding heart
Tunes on….


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The Dying Limb

So tightly squeezed shut
Is the flow to healthy flesh,
That might by your release 
Ramble back and return again.

The tireless dancer sends an echo,
Desperate, pressing,
Pulsing into the vice
So far from home.


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Martyrdom of a Jew King

My name is Judas betrayer of God everyone hates me yet thats not as much as I hate myself and everything else until its just a word that cannot be felt I can't be accountable to a single action thats unchangeable I wish you would cast off into a river of ashes and cover your body until the sorrow passes thats what I did to slowly admit I'm no longer the devil you wish to possess I buried my burdens deep in demons of past My sin seems to leave me quick as I forget it for you I've become a dead doll submissive I sold the jew king for a mere thirty silver he then became a martyr who would have figured I guess I delivered the greatest good ever so you may understand why my guilt is light as a feather Judas, you coward backstabber. you dog I acknowledge it all now with a wink and a nod people mean little more than they care for themselves you wouldn't take coin if your family were starved? you won't hear my reason then I won't give you no sense I've already given you more than I ever truly meant more than I'm worth or have had to give Judas, the sinner the liar, the pig Judas the desperate for his family to live Judas, the hero for without him dies his religion


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...our lobster killers

 
...our lobster killers
BP's oil spill destroying
ocean, tap water


Details | I do not know? | |

Heavens Times The Weekend Edition

The words on the newspaper loud though uneven

Humans detroyed the garden of Eden

Satan released a statement of no reason

"This is my time now the Angels dont treasen"

As a result of the banished few

Who set to sell their souls anew

The Lord of Darkness now unto the few

As the souless flight of evil spilled through

"Come all who dare to face the saints

Come all who dare to challenge my paint

For it is red of contanst restraint

I have been waiting for the good ones to taint"

God turned the page of his precious report

Finding a picture of his humans in court

The judge was Satan and the punishment remourse

As the hammer struck down with raging force

"I sentence thee souls that were promised to me

I accept the sealing of your life with no plee

For now its my time as you detroyed your creed

For I am your master no longer without me"

As the highness of light shut his good book

He bowed his head of good faith as tears did shook

His eyes filled with water no longer so good

As his children now lie for satans dark hood 


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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...


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Thorn Of A Rose

A thorn of a rose.
Its a soul that's truly lost.
A person long forgotten.
A place of love & loss.

Something that can't be seen.
Something that can't be solved.
The most painful of all loves.
A thing that is soon lost.

Once you enter into it.
You are soon consumed.
A prisoner to the pain,
And the love that you consume.

The thorns rip and tear you.
Your heart becomes in shreds.
Love is soon the enemy,
And loss is soon the friend.

The rose is soon the symbol,
Of your dying love.
And all the thorns represent,
The pain that you succumb.

You wont seem to trust people.
You won't seem to have friends.
People will be enemies.
You wont trust your best friend.


Details | I do not know? | |

Living in Shame...

You lied, you cheated
Now look who's being defeated
I loved you so much
But not no more
Because you cheated on me
With a trailor trash whore
You and her I hate the most
That's why I'm gonna
Shove this knife down your throat
When I'm done
I'll throw you aside
And make it look
Like a damn suicide
Blood is all over
And I am to blame
No one will find out
But I'll be living in shame...


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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In the Sun the Moon the Stars

I do not trust my form,
to act as an adequate vehicle to carry my Love for You.
It aches with decadence and decomposition.

Skins cells flake in exhaustion,
Hair follicles abort out of fatigue
Finger nails and toes nails crack , peel and tear.             

Bones creak in warning,
Muscles retreat in lethargy 
Skin hangs, falls and sags.

So I place my Love in the sun,
the moon,
the stars,
the grass,
the leaves.

So that I may continue to adore you in everything,
with everything.


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Memory of me





                                          When I'm dead , I hope to be said:
                                "He defended his nation , against the  striking raid"


Details | Free verse | |

THE WEIGHT OF EMPTY

That sanguine little girl 
so full of longing   

Gave up her ghost inside 
and left it homeless,
wandering

Sleepless 
I lay back and wonder why
When you enter mind
I want to cry

I’ve forgotten what it feels like 
to be truly happy 
But I know I’d find it 
If I someday found you

I wouldn’t trade this torture for all the peace 
in the world
I wouldn’t erase your face from my mind
for a universe
I won’t shut out your beautiful voice
to save my life

I will stop at nothing 
to make you all mine

The weight of empty 
Crushing load of  inner vacancy

I’ve forgotten what it felt like 
when my soul wasn’t heavy 
But I know that it once again could fly
If I could take you with me

I wouldn’t trade these tears for all the bliss 
on this barren earth
There’s nothing more beautiful to me 
than you, when you smile
I couldn’t forget you 
if that were my desire 

And only death will keep me 
from my place at your side


sorrylittlesharky.com


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Beloved Friend I Have Fallen

An angel, cradles me, in her motherly arms
I have fallen, I am venerable 
I told myself, I would not do this, no more
I have failed to keep my promise, to you
I have not stayed true
Tears flowing, as I smile, just, for you!
Remembering the times, when you cupped my face, in your hands
Your blue eyes, gazing into mine
Telling me with sincerity
‘I am the sunshine, that lights up your world, each day that dawns’
My heart aches, it rains with love, having fond memories of us
Wash me clean, being human, is challenging me!
Emotional bondage, creating blocks
I need to move on, you are dead and buried
Your time here, over
My heart struggling, accepting this reality
“Forgive me”
I pray to be free!
“I Love you, my beloved, friend”


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Abyss

When I needed you the most - you disappeared.......crawling into the vast belly of this dark, cruel, prosperous world.....leaving me alone to face the darkness and despair, forcing me to find my own light, while you wallowed in your own defeat and misery. But yet I survived, and thrived and surmised it was coming. You will always be a coward who walks the path of convenience and suffers silently for choices you regret. Forever regret, serving yourself a vicious serving of self-loathing daily. One day the darkness will succumb to the light, and the beams will shine upon your old, weak and weary face – but I won’t be there to share the warmth, nor will I celebrate the birth, I will remain distant and far………forever remembering your abandonment…..and forever will I not look your way; this stranger who now surfaced from the darkness, only to find himself sinking back into his dark abyss of loneliness and lost dreams.


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A Souls Civil War

Help
I can not win this battle on my own

I needed you
But you left me alone

I begged you
But you'd just get stoned

My heart is gone
It's my soul that's broken

A civil war
And I'm on my own

On the outside
I'm peaceful

But my soul is fighting 
A civil war

I need help
I'm begging
I'm screaming
I need you now

But I mean nothing to you anymore

And my soul is fighting
A civil war


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SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


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Say Goodnight

Say goodnight my friend This loneliness is about to end One more for the road and then Goodnight, Goodnight I've given up on life Broken Glass, cuts like a knife Forever more I will adore Goodnight, Goodnight I dreamed of flying Angels Of Loves first epic glance And, now my love Has gone and put An end to our romance So say goodnight my Love I’ve got a date with the man above To apologize for my failure of Goodnight, Goodnight I dreamed flying Angels Of storybook romance Impassioned nights... Snowball fights And slow romantic dance So say Goodnight and pray It’s what you do, not what you say I hope you find your way and then Goodnight, Goodnight


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Breezes of Time -Wrapped In Your Love

                                                         **~~**

I stand in silence under the starlit skies, breathing in my memories of you 
Standing so still in the shadowy breezes of time- 
Drawing in my sweetly scented secrets of our love 
So haunting -mourning the loss of your smile, your kiss 
Where your body filled my empty spaces as you lay next to me 
In the past- in that other time
 

I needed your love to guide me - to lead me in the right direction 
So lost was I… in the 'cri de coeur' of love 
Our love battled all the storms- like sailors on the sea of life 
I loved the feeling when I was with you… 
That I would never let go of the curve of the moon 
Your essence of live giving air, filled my heart… 
Softly longing for your love as I looked into your eyes, your soul 
Gently cradled in the hours and days of you, listening to your heart beat 
It quieted my fears, as you tenderly kissed my tears away
 

I feel carried away into the dream of you…of us 
Standing here alone now under the moon- dreaming of you 
As the air holds the scent of you and the breezes whisper your name 
Even tho' you no longer leave your footprints on this Earth 
They will always remain in my soul- 
For my heart remains wrapped around you... 
         Forever                         

                                                          **~~**
 
By anne p murray


Details | I do not know? | |

Squandered Potential

Heaven holds onto my dreams gone awry Speculation as to how and why Serve to keep my anguish well Preserve my love in God’s hotel Sweep my kisses off to sleep Share my tears while spirits weep Echo’s of my broken goal Sound inside my tortured soul


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Infinite Bliss

Bite my tongue
Choke on my words
Spell out the letters
That must remain unheard
No one should hear the desperate screams
Coming from deep within me
No one should see my soul as it burns
Without peace I'll always be
No one listens to the pleas I cry
They ignore me every day
No one sees the blood I shed
And I wouldn't have it any other way
I don't want them to know I suffer
And die inside when I'm alone
I'd rather pretend I'm fine for their sake
But I don't care when I'm at home
I am depressed and with good reason
You shouldn't judge me for this
But I'll stick out life till its end
And die to reach infinite bliss


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The Widows Hour

I.
A black widow hides
the hour’s count, in a painted
red glass, on the underside 
of her belly.

II.
Unlike a snow white kitten,
the hard shiny black widow
receives not one loving caress.

III.
In the pale moonlight the black widow spins a silver web.
It created a growing and binding spell-like enchantment.

IV.
A man and a woman
are dancing through time.
A man and a woman and a black widow
are dancing through time.

V.
I do not know which I prefer,
Us making love by a sizzling fire
Or us making love on the cold wet sand,
the black widow scurrying across the beach
Or the moment we met.

VI.
A web repaired a broken window
with finely spun silk.
The shadow of the black widow
remains hidden from view.
The silence
hanging in the web
spoke a thousand words.

VII.
Descendants of Adam,
Why do you fear this little spider so?
Do you not see how the black widow
splashes and plays in her bath
as naturally as the child within you?

VIII.
I know that I know nothing
and I remember everything all at once;
I know, as well,
that the black widow does not worry
about what I know.

IX.
Dark spaces harbor the black widow.
Shake out your shoes,
shirts, and jackets after they’ve been on the floor.

X.
The black widow’s shadow
encloses the stars like an eclipse,
even I cannot overlook a
cosmic event as rare as this.

XI.
She walked across the Nile
in crystal slippers.
Escaping, she never looked back
over her ivory shoulder,
the black widow’s shrill song flies
through the wind and echoes on the water.

XII.
Grains of sand are filling the glass slowly.
The black widow must be endlessly dreaming.

XIII.
The sun beat down while it rained.
I was not moving
and I was not going to move.
In the peak of the thirteenth hour
the black widow traced circles,
after kissing me lightly on the 
back of my hand.


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A Stain

Each night she goes to bed in fear
Each night a prayer is prayed
For just one night of peaceful sleep
No visit to come her way
Still every night he enters in
He violates her soul
Abruptly leaves this child in fear
A wounded tattered girl
Until one day she’s had enough
His pain she can take no more
She goes to bed and waits for him
To end her broken world
With one wave she cuts away
The life he lives each day
Now in peace she sleeps each night
And all that’s left
A stain

Each day she prays for freedom
Each day she battles on
The day he promised to love and cherish
The day is now no more
With each day she faces fear
From the man she dearly loves
Leaves her in a battered mess
Scarred to face the world
Then came the day she had enough
The fear she could not take
Aimed a gun while in his sleep
One shot would seal his face
Her life is now free from fear
The world she can enjoy
Now in peace she sleeps each night
And all that’s left
A stain

These stories each are similar
The price each paid was death
Two people lived in daily fear
Now live in happiness
Some say the actions 
Of these ones 
Were drastic steps to take
The bible states 
Thou shalt not kill
But help was just too late
Think back the story
Of the cross
Where Jesus bled and died
He shed his blood 
To save each soul
For us he paid the price
Sounds like the death
Of these ones
At the hands of ones that feared
Was covered by the rugged cross
Where Jesus paid for sin
For God is love 
And each of us
He wants to live in peace
If you doubt 
Go to the cross
And you will find 
A stain


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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


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Brittney Sweet Brittney

Brittney sweet Brittney
why did you leave that day
why would you ever 
want yourself to go away
I know they said
you weren't in love
but I know what ya'll had 
was a love from above
I guess maybe it was your time 
to be gods angel
but Brittney you left us all
mixed up and strangled
you were only fifteen 
when you took your last breath
I guess they really did 
put you and Sean to the test
you said in a note your love
was like Romeo and Juliet
a love ones heart 
could never forget
Sean said even death 
couldn't do your love apart
This you meant because march 20th
you stopped your hearts
together you lay there in silence
as I weep and ask god for his guidance
Brittney sweet Brittney 
why did you have to go away..


Details | I do not know? | |

Would It Make You Change

Can you imagine if
The later part of your life you didn't get along
With family members ?
Time passes and you grow old
You transpire and become a big tree truck
Intertwined with several other tree trucks 
Then you come to realize the family members
That you didn't get along with is a part 
Of the intertwined branches. 
If you had a chance would you change your mind in this life
To try and figure out a way to get along 
With those family members?


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the drive

I drive across the desert, no plans on where to go,
I drive into the sun; I wish it wasn’t so,
Sorrow in my mind, sorrow in my soul,
This is where I drive, this is where I go.
Nothing in the front of me, nothing to leave behind,
Misery in the backseat, misery in my mind,
The broken roads I drive, across the barren plain,
Lost and lonely boy, lives with all the pain.
Could there be a way, to make this trip slow down,
I want this car to stop, on the darker side of town,
The dust that never falls, murky is the breath,
As the car begins to slow, I know this to be a death.
The death of this journey, a journey to the end,
The basic things taught in life, destiny’s only friend,
The sun has set itself, darkness now unfolds,
This was a little journey, the truth can now be told.


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The Child that Stood One Starry Night

A child was born, suffering “excess de zele” behavior
Depression and schizophrenia were his all time plague.
First actions of adult life expressed his love for the Savior.
His passion for humanity and God were never vague.
With the pure love of Christ, he lived in a whole-hearted way.
Like his father and grandfather, ministry was his first sway.

Until 1897 he studied and taught theology…the Methodist ministry.
With heart-felt compassion and a troubled mind, he set out to serve.
Enthusiasm was met with distrust by many living provocatively.
Soon, trusting, needy coalminers accepted possessions and goodwill…no reserve.
He labored by their sides, empathetically, but his judgers said, foolishly.
The Dutch Evangelical Council, Christ’s message must not have heard.
They ousted him; his empathetic sharing judged by them to be absurd.

Cast out and rejected with dejection turned within,
Knowing value in all living, even in the poorest of men.
He had won hearts of some miners; taught a few about sin.
Now, his only choice was to return home and begin again.
He sunk his whole self into learning to draw and paint. 
Inner strength, and a woman’s love lacking, made joy faint.
But in the long haul, his vigor and honesty no one could taint!

He looked upon the heart of life and men with unique verve. 
He set out to paint the world as his canvases did shout.
He painted lively images, roughly, honestly, and without reserve.
The beauty in God’s creations was to him, never in doubt.
Whether Sunflowers and Irises, or the Public Park at Arles,
His brush captured Wheatfield with Cypresses and whirling skies.

He strived to be accepted by painters back then.
Struggling throughout his life to his chagrin.
From sanitarium to Arles his misery twirled.
His soul went out on canvas unloved by the, then, art world.
The Potato Eaters, Cafés, and Arles Ladies he did befriend.
But the dread of his disease devised his end.

One Starry Night, painted without woman or friend,
Through the years his art and loneliness had grown.
Gaughin and Sein, long-gone…Vincent, a man on the mend.
Unquenchable pain and a chopped off ear felt his last years alone.
He gave life his all and through great pain he lived and died.
And like his Savior, Jesus Christ, his lifework lives… “Crucified.” 


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  'The Heart of the Matter' 
Poem Selected : “When Madness Rides on Moonlight” By Debbie Guzzie


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Death Was Her Name, You Saved Me Anyways(To Rain)

A smile comes across her face.
Death is her name.
Such a calculated embrace.
My chest begins to pound.
Because I know she'll be there in the morning.
I won't even make a sound. 
My lungs press tightly against my bones. 
As we lay side by side. 
Death tightens itself around my throat.
She wants to take me home.
Struggling.
I fight for air. 
Death and I are caught in a stare.
Eye to eye. 
As i lie, the bed of thorns wrapping me tight.
Pull me through! 
No matter how much it hurts my insides.
Because of you, I will fight for my life.
Oh, my God, the pain penetrates my bones. 
Pull me out no matter how much this hurts.
She will not kill me.
I will not sign my death certificate. 
One scream, it's over.
My beating heart, lies exposed.
Bring me back, so together we can stand.
Death let go of my fragile hand. 
You pull my body from this death bed. 
Repair the scratches that cover my surface.
The blood has stained my skin.
Cleanse the body.
Refresh my mind.
Just look me in the eyes. 
When will you realize that you have brought me back.
You will never understand how much I appreciate that.
I will fight with you right to the gates of Hell.
You have shown me that I will never be alone.
You have proved me wrong.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Order of Life

I'm really tired. 
Sorry that my creative juices are not flowing today.
Today is not the day.
 I'm just ready to hit the hay. 

Days upon days, it seems that I lag to say: Have a good day!
Perhaps tomorrow will be a different kind of day, 
where we sing songs about how Love Is Here To Stay? 
We should all be thankful how we live an ordinary life, almost every single day. 

Not counting the extra hours of sleep, especially on a holiday. 
What day is it today? 
Do you remember the phrases, quotes, lyrics, and cute things we say?
I know I'm asking much, but please hear the words I'm about to say: 
Will you be the one for me, the one who will love me on that special day?
Be my amor on Valentine's Day? Spend the rest of your life with me almost everyday? 

Experience all the joy and sadness whatever comes our way? 
Come What May? Or do you want to change the date to May?
But here you lay. In the Stone Garden I always pray, that we will soon meet, together, forever, celebrating A New Day.


Details | Free verse | |

Camille

Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now you took your last breath. 
You went, happily 
and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, 
I hope your watching from above c
ause when you left you took a part of my heart

...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?


Details | Ballad | |

Diedre II

Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode I cunnan sense her embrace that felans gelic Tragedy A Heart to hath, slipped beneoðan waw The dark pulse nou beckons us closer How many daegs will this passion bledan way We will beon the ans left to blame Bewarian we hath be-came their prey They say thou hast ben addicted to thy pain A life-leas cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper to close to the edge A ceallian fram the dark Bringan ut a saving sparke An exodus fram her pain Her life spent braeð in shame A Shadow ceallian brecans the silence Eom I the an to blame Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deirdre naefre said wrong Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode “My decadence wesan just for thee Though thou never hast cared of what I hath been through Enter the world hwaer empathy is clandestine A world created by thee, just for me Hwaet is lecgan in my heart Is why thou wants to through the stan” I call thy name towards nightfall’s reign But they take thou so feorr way A dark engel so devin Cursed by Eden’s Heart I will avenge every tear An exodus fram her pain Her life spent braeð in shame A Shadow ceallian brecans the silence Eom I the an to blame Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deirdre naefre said wrong Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode


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Prayer

Those silent tears ran down again
So sure was I that they had dried
And the hollow feeling they had left
Matches no other but the one of death

So, close the casket or set  the fire
Let me not live another while
nurturing solitude with endless hope
embracing ghosts of fake smiles

Be this mind put at a final rest
All the sorrow ending at last
No struggle left to be done
Never another silent tear to run.


Details | Sonnet | |

A FADED CAMILIA

Violetta gave Alfredo a camilia,
reminding him to bring it back when it had finally faded...
to seal their kiss without its aroma;
would he have kept that promise when it had whitered? 
In a lonely room, with light barely filtering,
Violetta lays in that bed sweetly thinking
of Alfredo's hand comforting her and caring for her in the last hours...
but Annina is by her side, not daring to spread
the sad news that Alfredo has gone, hoping to return before she dies.


Violetta's eyes can hardly see...but her hands
are wrapped around Alfredo' cheerful portrait,
knowing that his love for her is profound and endless,
by feeling the warmth of his tender heart;
and getting closer to death, she wishes he won't return
with a faded camilia...even in Heaven that flame will burn!  


Details | I do not know? | |

Emotional Tide

The sky is clouded over with the imminent rain
The world is dissolving as the water is pain
My soul is rebuilt, but it washes away
The emotional tide blotting out the new day

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times must I not be whole?

Tidal wave of loneliness crashes on my shore
Sandcastles imagined once are gone forever more
Looking for the answer where the books have all been burnt
Relapse into nothingness, the one thing left that hurts

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times? Will I never be whole?

Silver light shines down upon the blank and moonlit beach
Ashes of my soul are almost left within my reach
Pressure of emotion crushing down upon my life
Diamonds come from burning ruin. Diamonds come from strife.

How many times have I lost my soul?
How many times did I lose control?
How many times did death take its toll?
How many times?
How many times?
How many times have I almost been whole?


Details | Free verse | |

The Far Side Of Existance

The sun shadows spots
On the other side
Where the day breaks
Over no love in sight
Ill just cast off
My angels pride
Clip my wings
In spite

The ghastly voices echoing
For eternity they shall ring
From the lowest dimension
Ever known
They are crying out
About being alone

For goodness sake
The badness wins
Every once in a little while
Is it wrong for me to smile
Wingless, my mind still flys

An earthquake shakes
The epicenter
From fault lines
The doubt can enter
Growing feeding on
Your weakest link
A chasm erupts
Into a divide
With differences standing
On either side

Living dead,
Or just dead living
Not one thought
Is really worth giving
If no control is owned by you
Spiraling thoughts
The death of you

And the coldness freezes
The lovers pride
After this existence
They reunite
A rendezvous 
for one last kiss
The soul leaves the body
The same way it enters it
Like a baby born into
A plane of infinite mysteries


Details | Free verse | |

Edifices of time

Edifices of time.


Edifices of sculptured beauty – 
Filled with Angels song 

Harmonious sounds that fill 
Earth’s crumbling corridors-

Like the sands of time-
That falls through life's hourglass, 

Mere shadows - of life’s eternal beauty-
Etched in pain - is a world’s agony- 

A broken heart - pain like nails  
That pierces Holy hands 

On Death’s wooden blood stained door
The rose of Sharon declares His everlasting love 

Beyond this crimson wooden cross of human suffering 
Lies the corridor of hope 

And eternal glory - Above 
Just beyond the grave.

 


© Brenda V Northeast   8 Feb. 2009 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Government Sanctioned Murder

Let's be real. Blues are the new crack and no one denies it, 
they reach basers with no sign of government confinement. 
This color kills slowly with one after the other, the big wigs count on that population to smother. 
Oh wait this heroin has a script? Supplied by whoever made it synthetically legit? 
Yes they do my young drug user you see, and if I were selling I'd give you half for free, forcing the Need to come back to me.. its ****in crazy how they make a tribute,
identifying the evil but never slowing the distribute.. or consumption for that matter, 
theirs no hope for modern day snap-back mad hatters.. All I can do is say that I'm here,
for anyone lost in their own right to fear. 
For my fears are numbered today as it seems, only two reside in sporadic day dreams. 
One that the user wont ever find clean, and won't ever sleep towards true divine dreams. The other that server will not end the cycle, and won't see their job any less than quite rightful. Both will dream, theres no denying that friend, just depends if its sooner or after the end..


Details | Free verse | |

Pathomanic

She crept through darkness
In the graveyard she dug
Looking for her love
Her one and only love

Her heart pumps scarlet drops
As her eyes search for the sorrow
Of black birds flying
Soaring through the gray clouds

She walks alone
In an unfilled world
Trotting in the damp soil
That was once passed by zombies

Once there was a girl
So beautiful and fair
Her father told her
To learn and love life and death

Life is clear
But death is turbid
She met life
But now she had met death

Death is too dark to learn
Too sinister to love
Agonized by a dream
She walks alone…

Once there were two lovers
Untouched by entangled veins
Unbound by moist paste
They live within each other

They met life
But now they had met death
One has flew away
Leaving the other still entangled

A crow flew by a window sill
Over the head of a dark castle
It stormed
It rained

Within the fortress of torture
Lies a curtailed statue
With a mislaid heart
And a missing soul

It thunders
It lights
Crimson water flows like wine
Over the unfinished effigy

She walks alone
In the dark deep grave
Digging and digging
Wailing and weeping

After centuries of search
She found the life with no soul
She caught the crow flying
She found the missing heart

She uncover the puzzle
Of life and death
She sew her body with it
And bound it within herself

She started to sip on the crimson juice
She unplug the entangled veins
And gobbled it up like a grand gorge
While she sang her bleeding song

The material is finished
With nothing left but the frame
It then rained
Her heart stormed with pain

She walks alone again
On the empty damp earth
Raised her head to view the sky
And found the crow flying again

Years gone by
The frame rots into ash
She now found herself flying
But now, still with the partial bronze


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku You

Love makes flowers bloom,
neglect leaves them weak to die.
Bees fly away mad!


Details | Rhyme | |

A Zombie Heart

The heart, between love and dark driven apart.

From the very first to the very last,
to the future and from the past.

From the begining of the end,
to wars waged out of love instead of sin.

My heart wicked and bitter filled with hate,
people said i could never love, but i love me, i throw into the debate.
No remorse, no sorrow for the wicked, for humans i believed it was too late.

I believed all people deserved what they sowed into the world, and they sowed death.
I thought about how beautiful it would be till the world burned into ash, and nothing was left.
In my eyes this world was done and over, it was already F'd.

But that was then, when my heart was filled with sin. And this is now.
I often wonder what happened, to my brutal state. My twisted mind gone, but how?
Once I stood before people, robes of blood and death. Worshipped, to me they bow.

I guess, even I, should remain honest. The Dead King's heart burst into life.
I fell in love, not the kind where it feels like a gut wrenching twisting knife.
But the kind, where to her, I want to be kind. And make her my dark queened wife.
For her, I would make her life easy, she would never know any strife.

The first look at her, when we fought, how she smiled covered in blood and clots.
I knew than, i was in love, my heart racing. My head thumping covered in knots.
How we turned to and away from each other in our onsloughts.
The more we hated and pulled away the closer we grew, like slip knots.

I knew my heart than grew soft and my feelings for you grew tender.
If you woulden't have stopped I would of let you win, and let you end me, even as a dismember.
I would of checked out for my final point, with you as my sender.
My feelings were spinning, like gore and guts in a blender.

I know, that no matter what. My feelings for you, were not a hit and miss.
I know, that with our love. We can experence joy and even gliss.
Our love started, from me a growl and you a hiss.
And with our dieing breath it will end in a kiss.


Details | Pastoral | |

FLOATING EMOTIONS ON A RAINY DAY

Falling on earth, raindrops
Resound with nimble noise
And moisturizes those crops
With its damp aquatic voice.

Lightning astounds fiercer
Than the flashings of Sun.
It scatters hither and thither
As if it were a childish fun.

The roads mingles wastes
And sinks in watery flood.
People discard their castes
As water unify their blood.

Every heart feels something,
Moments of joy, expectation,
Some hearts hurt by a sting,
Some full of intense passion.

The River brims with water
And it combines with village
As if it were part of the river
While houses, trees submerge.

In some places water wedges
With tranquility of damp flow
Though murky furrows, sludges
Whilst tenor of longings glow.

The echoes of raindrops float
And load some eyes with tear,
Rouse some unconscious heart
With a sense of unknown fear.

Some think of coming future,
Some remember elapsed past,
Some identifying with Nature
Sense the season as their last.


Details | Free verse | |

Lucky charm

Breaks an egg and out comes the sun
Begging for forgiveness
For lighting
Ducks sailing on the spikes
Women watching them trough keyholes,
Light diffracted into Meduses-
My happy face
Circularly deformed-
The brave man behind lens
Is the sunset’s zipper
Of the blue eye spot-
Her face – mechanic eyes
Lied on the floor, naked-
A pomegranate breaks beside her-
Lucky charm, said someone –


(originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal 
Publications – translated here by the author)


Details | Free verse | |

Pardon This Page

I reveal these words to the American,
who has the right to pardon this page,
while the whole world's getting out of hand,
as the evils of revelations rage,

Why's the US helping foreign lands?
when it can't get a grip on it's own,
If they intend to make any future plans...
why not start right here at home?

It's nobody's right to invade anywhere;
there's no serious threat here at home,
so send the officials whom send our troops there..
and on the front line with a cell phone,

Yea! parachute them in with a baseball bat,
a cell phone and a roll of duct tape,
One they get to where imposing minds are at...
they can put on their superman cape,

Or, drug them and issue them a used baseball bat,
a walkie talkie and a catchers mitt...
Once they realize where and the heck they're at,
there's a chance they'll resign or quit,

And pardon me if you don' t feel the same,
or believe "just"...........as I do,
but those thousands of humans killed and maimed...
continue growing in numbers too.


Details | Ballad | |

Life Without You

Life without you couldn't be right.
No hugging, kissing, or pillow talk at night.

Life without you just wouldn't be fair,
I'd have all these feelings too good to spare.

Life without you would be kind of lame,
Things would be dry and always the same.

Life without you is a horrible lie,
I'd probably break down and have to cry.

Life without you can't really be
For I would be very painful and insane to me.

Life without you is a bad dream,
You and I are one, the most formidable team.

Life without you.


Details | Lyric | |

Black Widow

1 through the door
2 through your heart
3 through your head
4 colors in my eyes
Red, red, red

1 clash
2 rings
3 words
4 sirens
Shrieks of red, red, red

1 bed of white
2 saviors
3 men at my side
4 grievers
Tears of red, red, red

1 room of rock
2 rings around my wrist
3 eyes in my head
4 days before forever
Stains of red, red, red

1 room
2 sides
3 on one
4 on the other
Crying out red, red, red

1 decision
2 stabs of pain in my side
3 cries
4 smiles
The judge says red, red, red

1 boy
2 people
3 arguments
4 solutions
Mine was red, red, red


Details | Free verse | |

In Dark Corners, Laugh

This is a found poem taken from F. Nietzsche's Parable of the Madman


 In Dark Corners, Laugh

that madman who lit
bright morning hours,
the market place, many 
were standing,
 provoked?
his way like hiding? 
gone...
they yelled and laughed. 

the madman pierced them
he cried; killed him i, murderers do this? 

But how… 
wipe away horizons,
unchain this earth

are we moving? 
from  plunging in all directions? 
up or down? 
straying, an infinite nothing? 
feel the breath become colder?
night continually lanterns in the morning? 
hear nothing of the noise of burying? 

we smell decomposition decompose. 
dead remains dead. 
and him. 

comfort ourselves murderers, 
mightiest of all bled knives: who us? 
water is atonement, sacred greatness,
too great?

we ourselves become simply worthy of 
a greater deed; whoever after us - 
for the sake of this deed will belong to all.
 
silent listeners; silent and in astonishment
threw his lantern and went out. 
too early is not yet. 
this is still wandering; the ears of men. 
require time; 
the light requires time; deeds still require to be seen and heard. 
more distant than most stars and yet themselves related 
on the same day forced several up, 
led out is said to have nothing
after all,
now the tombs?


Details | Lyric | |

Esther Arbuthnott 1847 Her Ancient Photograph

          ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1847 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known,
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone.

All the way from County Down, you were a dream I had to find,
though so long you were forgotten, you were always on my mind.
In your photograph your eyes are reaching out, perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you, but I never really see.

In your Book of Shadows, reading, is another person's sin,
but you open it to anyone who's wanting to come in.
There's a candle always burning in my window late at night,
and I'd love you in a moment, but that wouldn't make it right.

Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone and you've been dying, and it's then I realize,

you have found it all in Heaven, and it's such a part of you,
all the sad you had been living in this life will have to do.
it's an Irish kind of feeling, to be dying when you're dead,
and a lot of Irish whiskey only lightens up your head.
       © ron  wilson


Details | Rhyme | |

For My Dearest Love Jacob

     The dark black sky it glimmers,
     Brighter than the Sun.
     I look around this broken world
(I) see your the only one.
     When all the strength escapes earths roots,
     And floats out past the sea.
     And when the ground below me breaks 
     I know you'll carry me.
     All my hope is buried deep,
     Not just beneath the skin.
     But deep within my soul it lays
     Inspiring my pen.
     This Love I feel embraces me
     The black sky wraps me tight.
     Because of your bright shining eyes
     I know I'll sleep tonight


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Pain in the End

Drowning in your tears
From all the wasted years
When you opened up your mind
To see what you could find
But ended up getting lost
And collapsing from exhaust
Never healing the pain
Eventually going insane
Learning the truth never fails
When there is a fork on the trail
Looking to the bright side of things
And everything that life brings
Kicking you to the ground
The feeling that is renowned
Failing to take control
Not knowing your own soul
Losing ones identity 
Wishing for serenity
Losing faith, losing hope
Feeling like there is no way to cope
with the pain, and the hurt
So low you feel like dirt
Craving for that peace of mind
For someone to please be kind
Give in, be free
Just like that famous decree
There is no way to fully understand
What God has eternally planned
For all of humanity
Living with vanity
Roaming forever to wonder
What is left for us down under
Before the heavens open wide
The day that everyone dies


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Oak Leaves

The withered leaves of summer days
Cling to the oak tenaciously;
Their dry and brittle sighs are heard
When winter winds sift through the trees.
They will not die a gracious death
And flutter to the fields while gold;
When other leaves deep carpets make
Impassioned oaks increase their hold.
They cling till Death's determined winds
In violent spasm fling them down;
But, even as they touch the ground,
New buds of green replace the brown.

How I admire their courage, staunch,
Their joy of living in Death's face,
For even winter's blasting wind
A challenge meets in their embrace.
Although their death is imminent,
Their grasp near wrested from the tree,
They strain to sip life's nectar all,
Before they meet eternity.
I would be like them to the end;
While drinking in my final breaths,
I'd sing of life's ecstatic joy
And pause with you when facing death.


Details | I do not know? | |

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!


Details | Free verse | |

Lamenting on the Loss of Love

Heartless,
I watch the world slowly turn outside my window
Dreamy,
I wander lost and lonely through my life
Careful,
She spoke in soft voice
Or you will leave us all behind

Angrily,
A bird chirps among the trees
Hateful,
Its song calls out to all who hear
Lover,
She spoke in soft voice
Will you take this cross to bare

Redemption,
Is a far off dream I’ve had
Corruption,
Bleeds from green grass around me
Truth,
She said crying
It’s something a man would be able to see

Sighing,
I take my place in the bed next to her
Resolve,
Wraps my hands around her neck
Screaming,
She desperately claws at my face
Is she digging for the reason she has not seen yet

Heartless,
I lie in the bed beside her
Dreamy,
I kiss her gently on the cheek
Lover,
I whisper softly in her ear
Forgive me for the road I chose to take


Details | Lyric | |

COCOON

       BUTTERFLY WINGS
I do appreciate your being here
But one day soon you know I'll disappear.
And when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

I know you see someone you think is me.
But nothing's really what it seems to be,
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

Bright light.
Never ending white light.
All my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I'll keep going my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.

It's not that I don't care, you know I do.
And you can feel it, when I think of you,
and when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

This is one of my personal favorite poems I have written that developed into a Song Lyric. It is on Youtube, as a video as well.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poetic Insanity

Hello and welcome to my life,
I wish to stab you with a knife.
To slit your throat and crush your eyes,
To grin with joy upon your cries,
To leave you in the dark, alone,
'Til all remains of you is bone.

Please come closer!
Take your chances!
I'll impale you with my lances!
You do not possess the choice,
For not a soul can hear your voice.
Don't dare try to back away,
Or your tendons I will fray
Into a gum that I will chew,
And put the rest inside a stew.  

Where was your God, Where was your Lord,
When I hacked at you with my sword?
I do believe my actions wrong,
But it brings the blood for which I long.
I have caused you not to live,
Which I hope heaven will forgive.
I danced with joy when your heart stopped,
And your liver had been chopped
Into a stir-fry I will eat.
So delicious is your meat!

I left your body slashed and mangled, 
With your bones and veins entangled.
Such a worthless life I've ended,
Whose soft organs have I blended
Into a smoothie I will drink,
Then pour the rest down in the sink.

I would have written more, but I am busy of late.
Just don't go near my house, or it's blood-stained gate!


Details | Couplet | |

A slaughter so brutal, a murder so beautiful

The mind of an art.

A mastermind in the least.

Tearing out hearts.

A murdererous beast.

To think they'll find them.

Hidden so well.

Do all be condemmed?

To suffer as I dwell?

Sure I feel bad, maybe seldom.

As I walk over their bodies.

To think who'dve held them?

Not to care, in the very very least.

To keep a strong mind, a murder in the beast.

The search goes on, they'll never find them.

Hidden so well, but should all be condemmed?

Not me, not me- my stomach soaks lightly.

Hands and a mind, guilt is slightly.

The art of murder, a mastermind at rest.

I've slaughtered them all, brutal at my best.

The scene now grey, and my hunger is fed.

To know now all, those bastards are dead.


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



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Angel

Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . .
So I guess you were in the Delafield Park that morning-
Police report says around 12 a-something
Yeah, I’m sorry, I wish you woulda called, texted, anything.
I woulda been there-oh wait I was there-always have been there.
Which is why people are sayin’ you didn’t hit me up-
You went to the wrong people, those who didn’t care.
-You must-a been so damn scared
I’m glad you’re off the streets, not in a cell, or in pain-
Maybe we just insane, baby
That makes two of us, trust me, I get those thoughts too-
Not strong enough to make me actually carry it through-
Jus’ don’t wanna leave my family and those I love, people like you.
But hey, I know God has a plan, and I understand the stuff you had to handle
Now I got a guardian angel, and I have your picture in my room
Next to the cardboard painting of
“I’ll Be In The Sky…I’ll Be There…Oh, Alright…”
So weird, thinkin’ I lost my best friend, my brother
Now we can always see each other, how ‘bout that?
Please watch over your family and everyone you love, and those you don’t.
Watch over ‘Milla too.  I never got to meet her, but I bet she loved you.
Hey, I love you too, you know that, of course, but ya know…just wanted to letchya 
know…
And little Emma too-man, she’s a special girl, she really loves her brother and she’ll do 
great in this world.
Man, remember that one time, two times, three times, at the movies?
Aha-I know you do.  
All the crazy things we did and been through-
Well I’m-a wrap this up, I took these lyrics from my rap
And I’m turning ‘em into a poem for English so I can get a grade
-Do well, and go to college, I’ma live for you
I love you, Fella<3

Kara Adams Sunday, August 14, 2011.


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Darkness

I sat here, staring at the darkness through a windshield. 
The few stars that shines in the sky. 
I feel even that of my soul as I sit here and ride. 
The darkness that exist there. 
The emptiness, the loneliness, the hurt. 
I feel also the joy in my life, there deep inside I know my heart is. 

That of the one I love. 
That of my life's struggle to overcome and be the man I am. 
That of a loving gentleman with heart of pure gold. 
That of the reason I survive is of the lord thy God.
 
For I have been dead twice, only to walk these days with reason and purpose. 
For what they are is not for me to question but my life to choose.
The right and wrong he has given. 
For there the darkness is but him who holds my life.
 
The choices I wonder, with no answers do I get. 
But there I know I am blessed. 
For it is not that I want much with what little I have. 
But it is only by his grace I do have.
 
The love of my heart that keeps my soul striving on. 
That even in darkness, no one can take from me. 
The kind of man I am meant to be. 
I follow my heart to see where it leads.
 
In hopes of true love and fullness in life. 
Finding myself and who I once was before the darkness. 
Finding a soul mate that I can share my inner self for life.
To share a true love of heart and greatness.

There is a light that shines in darkness.
That proves God's existance.
Because he give us love even through the times of darkness.


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Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.


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Forbidden Lines

I never crossed forbidden lines
To find it all for naught.
I never strove and pressed so hard
And given all I've got.
I look so hard to find in you 
The only thing I see.
You fell so hard, it hurt us all.
But I think you landed on me.

I'll tell you this: I feel so hurt
To find you do not care.
The tears that fall have no one now
To catch them in mid-air.
And maybe I will finally see...
Heaven's sweet soft Melody.
But summer came, you were intent
On disassembling me.

If you don't care about this heart, 
Then crush it all the more.
Then tell me that you won't come back.
Then send me out the door.
Then tell me that the serpent's won.
Then tell me that you quit.
And when we all go up to bat,
Let's see just how you hit.

Let's see exactly how you swing 
When no one's standing there.
Let's see exactly how YOU feel
When we don't seem to care.
Do not ever quit a race
The moment you don't lead.
In wars among the fleshly ones
The moment that you bleed!

He's more content to have you leave
Than abruptly end your life.
It's not too late 'till 'Geddon comes
To spare me all this strife.
My love for you is more than love
It's deeper than the sea.
And my paradisaic hope
Is for you to come back to me.

Bring the lightning!
Bring the rain!
Bring the thunder
And the train!
Hit me all at once
Right here!
Smite me quickly!
I don't care.


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


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Why?

All that I desire is to die eternally
To fall forever, fall forever, through an endless sea
As angel fell unto the ground
So man must fall from earth unbound
These shackles self-made for myself
I will be bound by nothing else
The poet was the one unwilling e'er to know he's wrong
The poet was the one who never lost the sunlight's song
If thus it be, then I am he who loved the darkness more
Than anyone who saw the sun fell for its smold'ring core


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Imagine A World

Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own


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A Friend in Doubt

A Friend in Doubt
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 2, 2011 

Thought I had a true friend
He would be there till the end
In the end I found out 
What he was all about
Making me the shrew
And giving me the screw
Though the years we were there
All we did was help and share
You show concern 
But then you learn
His name is Jimmy and so full of bull
He treats most as a fool
Once he is alone
It will finally lost last be shown
Just keep on to thyself lying
Because soon you will be dying
Things will be better in the end
Cause life will be begin again
But now a lost friend to me 
So my life is finally free


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Adorning Mourning

Desire, like fire, wires the soul.
Hope, holding, like limbs to the tree.
The heart like a person, tries to be whole.
Breath, like spirit, striving to set free.

Life, like love, living to displease.
Love, like life, living to decay.
Death, infecting things like disease.
Trust, like dust, crushed falls away.

And still, we sit still... pondering.
Words, like worms, infesting the mind.
On this path we'll be wandering.
Thought, like the path, is left behind.

Yet, we move forward from our pasts,
and know that sorrow never lasts.


Details | Couplet | |

Free

Death may be a release for ME,
it my be what sets me Free.

Free from things that cause me Pain.
Free from you that I Love in Vain.


Details | Alliteration | |

ELVIS AND PAVAROTTI

Elvis and Pavarotti,
   two attractive singers 
from different countries;
   and both sang divinely!
Elvis was " rock and roll "
   from Memphis,Tennessee;
and Pavarotti a tenor 
   from Modena, Italy!

Both made their mark in music
   singing harmony with gusto;
and at times, Elvis seemed eccentric...
  while Pavarotti a flamboyant maestro!

Legends are made of one's fancy,
   but these two were real;
delighting crowds with their charisma,
   and their lovely wives:
 Nicoletta and Priscilla  
    were there to cherish that thrill,
  to be a big part of their lives...
     even through joy and agony!

 Elvis and Pavarotti...
     names destined for immortality,
 and many  generations
    will be fascinated by their powerful voices;
 and like us, who heard them sing,
    they'll carry on their everlasting lagacy!          


        


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My fragile heart that beats for you..

Who will hold me in their arms and tell me things will be alright 
who Will stroke my hair at night and whisper tender feelings twice
Who will know just what to say to help me make it through the day
Who will kiss me on my lips and feel me melt right into his
Who will touch me in that way that sends me floating to the stars
To never hold you in my arms or kiss your tender lips again 
I feel it’s hard to bear 
I want so much to hold you close I don't think I can cope
My heart was whole when I was with you, it fluttered like a bird in flight
It soared up high and through the night
My love I was amazed by you and everything you made me feel
To never have this love again sends panic to my head, 
I know I have to muddle through another desperate day
And all around are memories of times we shared and happy days
How can I forget all this and get myself through my day...
                
The answer is I won’t forget and really I don't want to,
But I will learn to hold these thoughts inside a special place,
I will have to try to learn to try to cope with life alone
To be strong, and stronger still, 
Until my heart can once again be brave enough to walk alone.
But for now I need to say my love my heart is broke in two
And you, you hold it in your hands to hold for ever more...
So when I’m feeling life’s too hard and my head’s all in a whirl
I’ll remember all the words youve said and dream your arms around me 
The arms that sheltered me from harm will forever hold me safe 
And time will heal my broken heart, but for now I feel it so,
Like searing heat that cuts in two my fragile heart that beats for you


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


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Storm

Nothing but a waste
you’re just a reckless disgrace
too much power
for a deceiver

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go 

It's my choice
so don't you treat me like a play toy
I'm not yours
to control

Cause I will storm in after you
If you take her far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you take her to the grave with thee

You take our race for granted
and you're highly overrated
you're always taking
my friends

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough 
for me to go

It's our choice
so don't you treat us like we're play toys
we're not yours
to control

I will storm in after you
If you take them far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you try and take them to the grave


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Find her

I'm alone
trying to find some hope
but it's like climbing rope
all this time i hold, the past
hoping that
holding back
won't leave my emotions cracked
now i know the past
is all the same
we all live in this common game
feeling all this pain
makes me contemplate
whats beyond consciousness?
or human competence 
i just feel like an object witch
makes you feel complete
the immigrants died trying to build these streets
that we live in.
Can i ever really be forgiven
for my judgments?
whats this?
substance, burning inside?
It's hurting my pride, 
it's like working at night
and searching for light
as a child turning to christ "asks"
why did we do that?
i wanna move back
but whose that in the mirror
i can't recognize.
As these seconds fly
my intentions try
to control me
i wanna go back to the old me
did anyone ever really know me?
I'm not sure
but I've got words
inscribed in my alter
on reasons why i lost her
i feel fostered like toddlers
with false honor
I can't describe it
without getting violent
I miss
the times witch 
will forever be considered timeless,
and its all because I'm this,
flawed man
who wants to have, her heart
so now its hard
getting past the dark
imagine scars 
On cancerous arms 
flash the alarms
the caskets on
the bed next to me
soon enough i will breath with bliss endlessly
just try and remember me 
as a form of positive energy...
 




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The Hope That I've Lost, The Hope That You Give Me

Why must I feel so alone,
I know you are right here,
Why is my future so fogged,
Yet I can see you clear.

Why must I feel broken- dead,
When you breathe in me life,
Why even when I feel happy,
I attract the knife.

Why do I feel empty,
When you fill me with such joy,
People say I need a man,
But you are not a boy.

How can someone love so much,
When they just hate themseves,
Why do I feel so alive,
When I here funeral bells.

How can my heart be so broken,
But mended by you,
How can I trust anyone,
I know our love is true.


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Sorry

Down next to the river bend
You know you took my breath away
I’m glad you finally realized it
And tried to save the day

I drowned in your love
I’m sorry
What's done, it can’t be undone
I am sorry

Your breath replacing mine
Your air flowing through my lungs
And that pounding in my chest
We both know it’s because of you, baby

I’m sorry my sweet darling
I’m sorry caring father
Who never sees his son
I’m sorry late night drinker
Who chases when I run

And I drowned in your love
I’m sorry
What's done, it can’t be undone
I’m sorry

As I watch the scene from afar
I can tell you’re sorry
That you let it get this far
But you’re not sorry

I’m sorry
That our son will have no mother
I am sorry 
He never really had a father
I am sorry, so sorry
That I let it get this far

And I’m sorry
For the call my parents got
I am sorry
They lost their daughter
To another useless fight
With the man they never liked

I’m so sorry


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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.


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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


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Lightbearer Lucifer The Morning Star

Lucifer, oh Lucifer
bearer of light
without you where would be
the knowledge of wrong and right
the observers of time
obscure you into an evil
are you God's son or Satan
I believe you are neither

Lord of all lords
creator of kings
a spark of curiosity
grew into the flame that tamed
intelligent beings aren't consumed
by animal instincts of other names
with such a power
was a ultimate curse
the more higher gone holy 
the farther depth of evil 
the reverse

Ah, but the risk is the reward
for you gave us your gift
the first book of your skin
written in the blood as you wish
as fast as you appeared 
you left us in grace
slowly your forgotten
memory all but erased
if at best your footsteps
are a blueprint into man's potential
for better or worse 
I follow you into my own ritual


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The Final Calling



*** ** * in that final hour ye calleth homeward of wispy light daybreak upon feathered love my o my a song everlasting play of valley's soft beauty infinite in one love o how the final trumpet I await...... splendid in cashmere a lit fortress of diamond white love so tantalizing love so complete a song immortal in justice my last hour...divine... * ** ***
Contest~ "My Last Hour"


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roses and narcissus and the sky and the ocean

the sky's lips are the softest when the red rose's and narcissus' petals bloom
but when the heart beats it only steps closer to finishing
so why is the rose red when its passion only leaves it to wilt?
the same reason the yellow narcissus looks down
suppose it knows what the future holds
 
the rose simply tries to ignore that to come
but having passion for now is not its destiny
in the end, the rose will turn dark and unkind
while the narcissus will be too burdened
he will not threaten life with his thorns
 
the sky and the ocean mock their colors
they are the ones who are eternal
not the red rose or the anxious, yellow narcissus
and though their wealth of life is not as great
the rose looks to the sky, and narcissus to the ocean
 
the sky watches the rose’s passion wilt to misery
and the narcissus droop lower and miss his reflection
the sky kisses with radiant lips upon their petals
but fails to save them from their fate
then he returns his face upon the ocean
 
only the sky wishes his color upon the flowers
the ocean’s eyes are oblivious to their colors
she has no idea that her shores are built by their petals
so when the sky mourns upon the ocean, she screams
unable to understand the horror the sky has seen


Details | I do not know? | |

'Til Death Do Us Part

I used to cut. 
I was depressed. 
And then I found someone who loved me and actually cared. 
And all of the pain just seemed to disappear. 
But something happened. 
Words were said. 
Someone tried to take him and now he is dead. 
The razor from my shelf went missing, but to where, I know not. 
The bloodstains on the sheets cannot be removed, but the blood was spilled from 
someone unknown. 
The doorknob to the bathroom will not open. 
I push and shove it harder, but it will not budge. 
I try and look through the dresser drawer for the missing key, but it is no where to 
be seen. 
I run to the kitchen, looking for a knife, or anything else that will allow me entry into 
the room, that I know is withholding the truth. 
I find something and run back upstairs to the bathroom. 
With the pick in the lock I turn the knob and slowly push the door open...
 And there he is... 
The blade that was once before in my hand, now lies on the floor, beside my dead 
love. The blood on the floor around him is still fresh. 
The streaks on his cheeks, from the tears are still visible. 
I run to his side and grab the razor. 
With one fast slice, the gash in my wrist is pouring blood. 
I lie down beside my non-breathing love. 
Our blood mixes, as we lie there together. 
The world doesn't care or even know, the pain that we had to let go.
 


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The Human Inchworm

One inch forward two back
Creeping toward a ludicrous goal
Relinquishing disappointment
Seeking internal satisfaction

Psychotic persistence, 
Emotional self-government, 
Invulnerable will, 
Summate its inevitable success
Bent on destruction
Of opposition
Nothing remains in its way 
Corrupt hunger for perfection
Double-edged sword it hunts
All lost, nothing gained 
Predetermined history
On course for an early end
Egotistical
Self-serving
None could’ve foreseen
Seclusion from society
Inured to anguish
Epitome of sorrow
Unfurnished with tear ducts
Just sweat and blood

Its release is its affliction
Its passion is its destruction
Its serenity is its inferno
Its infection is its only hope 


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.


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My Imprint

I always used to ask myself this question, "What kind of imprint do I want to leave with people once I pass and am I scared of dying?"  I had come to this question again once my grandfather passed.He was an amazing human being who loved God by the way.Anyway, I have learned over time through experiences of my life I have realized something and its what I want others to know, its that Life is a gift.So cherish every minute of it even the smallest moments in time.See, everyday is a new opportunity for Forgiveness.Love.Reconciliation. etc. one will not always have the chance to live promisingly.I believe that people need to go about their lives with the perspective of not what can I do for myself.But, what can I do for someone else.For instance, How can I make someone''s day? Or just simply How can I make a person smile today? For me, there's nothing that brings more joy to me than knowing I may have made a difference in a person's life. I just want others to know that the bigger picture in our existence is not just serving Jesus, but its to serve each other. I mean, of course we need to live for the Lord and spread the Gospel and live our own lives. But, there's nothing wrong with a little selflessness and its very fulfilling to do so. Oh, and No. I'm not scared of dying. You see, The Apostle Paul said it well, "To live is Christ. But, to die is gain." I know that it's different when your told you only have so much time to live than when a family member or friend is told this.But quite honestly, to me it's just death. Besides, if I could leave this earth knowing I changed at least one life, it was very worth living it.

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Death of the Deceived

I lurk to tread troubled waters,
Across earth’s reality.
On traced wheels of ventured
Men, lost in faded glory.
My eyes print upon the strand,
And sway, entranced in their vexing
Motions, as She hauls her prey:
Frozen preserves of timely wrath,
Slipping amiss…amiss.
Into Her broken depths,
That gather darkness
From wood and flesh;
Petrified, neath Her swollen fists.
She lusts the breath of sailing ships
Still some far away.

I marvel how many have lost their way
Adrift Her supple skin,
Like doves of derailed direction,
Taken by a drunken wind.
Seduced by Her wispy motions
And spun along sea-web to deceive;
They disregard the Son’s counsel.


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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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At World's End

At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.


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Latenight No2

On grieving:
there is both a time
and a place.
Leave your swollen sensations at your seats,
and please allow the door to hit you on your way out;
I can tell you need the kick.
Call it a funeral,
sounds like a carnival,
call it a funeral,
I call it a fun-for-all.


Details | Free verse | |

The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss


Details | Rhyme | |

A MASSIVE LIST OF RECIPES

My cooking skills changed my sad mood,
I learned them by watching patient mom in relentless motion
as she put much passion in her tasty food...
who could resist not giving it a try and carry on that devotion? 


In the steamy kitchen, she spent a lifetime inventing great, exquisite recipes;
a self-made chief in her own right with neat apron and white cap;
one must have thought she was on the way to the Emmy's nomination festivities 
to pick up her golden trophy...oh, I still laugh remembering that! 


"Don't stick your finger in my batter, son...raw eggs might make
 you sick!" mother ordered. " Wait until it's baked,
then you can eat as much as you like!" I froze, thinking of no trick...
oh, that spoon dripping with sweet batter I licked!


Mom no longer could prepare large meals for our hungry family,
she succumbed to grave illness, hoping I would take up that unbroken tradition...
and it made her so glad, sensing the bond of her precious legacy;
a massive list of recpes was the everlasting gift to me with profound affection.
   


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


Details | I do not know? | |

Fragments Of Life

Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces.
Distant yet echoed through the listless years.
Grinding all emotion together in pain and love
and the melting begins to twist all the 
emotions into a spiral of hopelessness.
The fragment awakes.
and i find i missed the years of hope.
Hissing like snakes
tied around my neck like a rope!
Desolate and drenched in despair.
but a new hope enters with a different air.
Fragments entwined 
to form what's inside.


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Free verse | |

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.


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 | Rhyme | |

Circular Life

Running to hide
Hiding to run
My life is a circle
When will this rotation be undone
Everything I do 
Its the same song and dance
A sheep in wolf's clothing
Yes a wolf at first glance
I can't help I am addicted to thrills
No words to describe how it feels
Honing my skills
Turning my heart to steel
Making my case to fight the devil
Stone versus stone
Fallen Angel versus Fallen soul
The thrill to shake the bone
Love made me
Then love destroyed me
Stuck with nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Vengeance is what I choose
Standing alone 
Forgetting everything I've ever known
I can break this rotation
But it has to be now or never
All because I loved her
And she left me for dead
Destroying my heart
And messed up my head
Circular life
I am back to the night
I am back to fight


Details | Free verse | |

Crying In The Rain

Crying in the rain
Letting go of all this pain
I do not want to see again
How we came crashing to an end
I do not want to see why
We were forced to say good bye
I have watched it and I have lived it
Been crushed by such a low hit
I’m crying in this rain
My eyes red with raw pain
The tears are flowing
Just not going
And I’m left all alone
I beg for your forgiveness
I scream with all I’ve got
But when it comes together
What I have is not a lot
I walk alone down this street
Strangers’ eyes are following
But I just keep on walking
Head down and never slowing
I pace these roads and hope to find
Something that means anything
Something that’s familiar
Until then I’m just left hanging
I’m still crying in this town
The rain pours on my face
Trying to forget you
But failing at first base
I cannot help but remember
Your face and how you smile
Just keep walking strong
It might be easier after a mile
Your eyes and how they glowed
Are burnt into my mind
I close my eyes and see them
Staring back right into mine
I’m crying on this night
And will on many more to come
I’ll stumble forward without you
Looking for my fortune
I cannot ever forget
The feeling that I had
When you put your arms around me
And chased away all the sad
I will try but fail to forget
How you loved me through thick and thin
I will wander through my life
But always still in love with him
He was my world and I can’t forget
He makes me who I am
Although he’s gone and lost from sight
I will not become a sham
I will always try to forget
How brilliant he made me feel
Made the world seem wonderful
And that maybe this world was real
The pain I feel when I remember him
Is cutting deeper still
He’s left a gaping hole in me
One that no one could ever fill
I try and try and fail again
My baby is still gone
I’m crying in this rain again
Cold and all alone


Details | Couplet | |

Promise Me

Promise me that you wont cry,
When my time comes to say goodbye. 

Promise me that my ashes will set free,
Drifting slowley in the endless sea.

Promise me you will always laugh,
While remembering our good times in the past.

Promise me to walk in the night,
Knowing dark is as good as light.

Promise me that you will stay strong,
Never let go, and always hang on.

Promise me that your heart will set free,
For this is not the end, but the begining, of me.


Details | Narrative | |

Walking to Redemption

Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.


Details | Rhyme | |

Resurrection

Resurrection
The lingering of your voice echoes through my fibers
Your spell cast I fall victim to your ghost elegance
Driven to calamity by the pierce of your sabers
Blinded by the visions and their brilliance
The cataclysm of my former self dissipates into black
Swollen with blood you emblazon on me the mark
Slicing the vein garnet stream brings me back
Those green eyes beckon me to your dark
Smoldering through my body livening my every sense
Writhing and entwined the exchange is complete
A collaboration of souls a destiny immense
A new dark horizon tastes bittersweet
Drakavai2013


Details | Free verse | |

19

A searing pain
Shoots through my arm
As i pull the cold blade
Across the ivory of my flesh
I look at what i've done
And i see the bright red of living ecstasy
Letting it sit to gently cry
Slipping out of the throbbing flesh
I leave this worlds harsh reality
And find myself in my own mind
Where no one tries to see
What they cannot find in me
I felt alive!
Not dead inside
That blade made it happen
That highest of high
I enjoyed the great sight
But then the high died
It seemed my world
Became unfurled
As i realised what i did (again)
Another scar to add to life
Just as regretful as the last
The pleasure i persued
And the pain i let loose
Effected more than just me
It harmed the love of my life 
All because of my strife
That bottled up inside
I swore to him
I won't take my last breath
To lie down and sleep
For 100,000 years
I'll be here at your side
To see your warm smile
No matter how great the pain


Details | Free verse | |

Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid 
Flows downward 
As fragile carcasses decay 
Without a peep of a sound

We’re in the brink of disaster… 

Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?

We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us… 
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…

Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…

The eeriness breaks 
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly… 
Into the chambers of death 

Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops… 
Rising rapidly –  
It never stops

Dreams of misfortune still 
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness… 
Consuming the darkness…

We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…

Who will set our souls free 
From suppression?  

Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our 
Guiltless lives… 
We’re in complete agony… 
Does He consider 
Our prayers  
Of support and nourishment? 

We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…

Encourage us to keep on 
Trekking toward Your light

Where’s Your path?

You rinse off all of the sorrow 
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow 

The weeping ceases…
While the corpses 
Tear into 
Blood-spattered 
Pieces…  

The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our 
Ecstasy…   
Leading us to peace and fortune 
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from 
Calamity… 

We’re hungry… 
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly 
Like an obscure cave…

Rescue us from affliction –  
Embracing downhearted clouds…

Those wretched clouds…

Brought us rain when we asked for bread…

Those merciless clouds…

Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…

Remember our supplications… 
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us  
Out of cruel vengeance 
Out of sheer amusement 

Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover… 
You can’t manipulate us 
Like a subtle toy 

We’re praying for
Quiet waters

Offer the deceased 
A second chance

Don’t disown 
Our broken lives

We’re not alone…

We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…


Details | Lyric | |

A time when you could eat the sun

The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed

"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!


Details | Free verse | |

Free Fallin'

My desicion was made. I wouldn't allow myself to be controlled. If that makes me a rebel, then let it be. I'm a Rebel. At least I can Make my own choices now. I can love and care about others. "You are here by stripped from your wings." Then it was like someone had bound my wings and pushed me off a cliff. it felt like forever. til finally i reach the ground. When i hit, it felt like everybone in my wings had shattered. I had fallen. and It hurt so bad. but it was worth it.


Details | Free verse | |

Just One Drink

What did she say when you told her you still loved me?

Did she turn away or try to disagree

Did you think about her or how she would be?

No you were only thinking about me.

 

She stands there now, all alone

Facing her fears of the unknown

Turning her head on what she's once known

Realizing now, she's on her own

 

With no one around to help her choose

She stands her ground, not ready to lose

Her head held high while hearing the news

To accept her fate, she must refuse

 

She tries and tires with all her might

To win you back every night

She has no plans to give up the fight

Any hope is out of sight

 

Her heart is now filled with hatred 

Will all the love that you desecrated

With just that one sentence that you stated

Her entire life is now dated

 

Did you ever stop and try to think,

Just how far she would sink?

How close she was to the brink?

Or how it could all end with just one drink?

 

Just one drink to end all the pain

Just one little sip to break the chain

Just one to do the job, to her disdain

Just one and she will die in vain. 

 

You don't even care to attend her funeral

To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel

How could you be such a fool?

You don't even know of the fire you've fueled. 

 

You come to my door and ring the bell

You send thousands of messages to my cell

Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell

But for all I care you can just go right on to hell 

 

I don't want you anymore you Silly boy

I am no longer your stupid little toy

As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy

Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. 

 

I am my own person without you

I no longer rely on your every move

I am no longer clueless on what to do

I know now I can move on to someone new.

 

As for the girl that you threw aside

I hope you think of her every time you cry

You're the whole reason that she died

If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side. 

 

She would have loved you the way you love me

But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see

I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea

So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me

 

I hope you drown in your misery

Thank God that sad little girl is finally free

Thank God I knew it was time to flee 

This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.


Details | Classicism | |

Me No More

When will this stop, how much longer do I have to take all your bull,
It seems like everything I do is not good enough for you.

I'm tiered of falling asleep at night covered in my own tears,
I'm tiered of being your doormat, your one and only that you take out all your anger. 

When will all this stop? I am running out of words to make it all better. 
Only if you can feel what I feel. You would die already if you walked through what I walked through. 

I'm not giving up cause that's just who I am. I'll fight, unlike you give up and throw it all away.
So I'm fighting now, and there ain't *****you can do to stop me. 

The beast is released, get ready for a nightmare you only dreamt of.
You won't see me the same ever again. 

I'm dead to you, you can't call means tour own anymore. 
If someone will ask me if I no you, I'll deny it with a passion.


Details | Free verse | |

New Relationship

I already don't like you
even as I cling to your warmth
and allow you to caress me tenderly.

Moaning, any lustful union
is a sort of death - 
No life will come of death
No future will be found in death

We were finished before we met
Concluded before we began
Cursed before we could be blessed
Dead before love could be created.

I feel peaceful and warm,
ensconced in your gentle demeanor,
you who are so willing and eager 
to love and be loved.

I am an artist
and an actor
and a fake
and a cheat.

Alone in my tyranny
Separated by my black heart
Unable to give you what you want
I extend and kiss you and sigh.


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 | Couplet | |

The Vampire

She was a maiden with long red hair
A delicate monster to a heart filled with fear
Binding as one as he lays on her lap
As if he was taking an eternal nap
Love was strong but the pain was deeper
Did he know that she was a reaper?
The sense of desire was in the room
Complicated emotions felt like doom
A deadly attraction none can resist
The journey to death that couldn’t desist
Darkness overcomes the day
Shadows came and won’t go away
Alienated from the world, embraced in deception
Emptiness covered their hearts as they lived in corruption
He searched for comfort and found peace in her
She held him in her arms wishing they can last forever
Blood flooded up the place
Memories, none to erase
The vampire with a sorrowful heart
A relationship that will break apart
The lovers trap is love and passion
A gentle touch, a painful affection
Hearts slowly dying, one by one
With a suffering that will never be gone

Painting: Vampire (1895) - by Edvard Munch


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Fragmented Dreams

Last night I dreamt I fell in love again 
With the sweet purple flame of desire 
I remembered the honeyed taste of you 
As it filled my loins with fire 

Your once remembered taste 
So sweet upon my tongue 
Your skin, so soft it glowed 
In dreams you were so young 

Your scent began to fill the air
Your beauty so naked, so real
As I held you in my arms once more 
My heart began to heal 

My lifeless soul- such agony and pain 
Your void I cannot fill 
As tears began to fill my eyes 
I wonder...
When will my broken heart heal?


Details | Sonnet | |

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


Details | Personification | |

The Pianist

They were invincible
whenever they’re onstage:
piano on the lead
with violin
as his accompaniment.

They toured the cities,
the parks as well;
soft harmonies they played
that all, including men
went envying them—

violin had felt betrayal
from her own bow.
It snapped her strings;
made it sever—
leaving piano out of tune.

Despite his downfall,
piano persisted performing
on stage, but alone—
playing his wife’s
funeral song.


Details | Free verse | |

18

The light of dawn
How sweet it be
Waiting for mornings first light
The stripes of orange and gold
Drown out the retreating blue and silver
Driving away the night
Letting the day come at last
Then creatures of day
Come out to play
While some remorseful humans
Wish the day had never come
To cause them strife
To cause them pain
Wgen the night had comforted their sorrows
The mystery of their hearts known by darkness
No flesh and blood understands
What pain is to us
Only demons and spirits
Know our silences  cries
Taste the salt of our tears
See our scarred bodies
Feel the pain in our hearts
Hear the damned voiices in our head
Touch the cold blade against warm flesh
Forget the pain
Lose yourself to bloods ecstasy
The sight the feel
It becomes a want, a need
To be rid the pain within
But before we can extend the damage
Few find a someone
Special to our weary hearts
They make us feel wanted
Something never felt before
And very few of us find that little thing called love
Something few of us acheive
Our feelings of death come no more
As we sit in lovers arms
Feel the warmth reside within
Fluttering heart and pulsing beat
Of his and mine
What sweet harmony


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Cowboy | |

A Teardrop Away

I hear a hawk cry to its mate
Takes me back before "too late"
Lonesome lyric desert wind
Sings me into your arms again

How I wish that it could be
not just a dream but flesh & blood reality 
Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory

The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart 
Thunder echoing down the hills
I hear your voice so close it chills

Lightening dances cross the sky
recalls the laughter in your eyes
Suddenly we're once again
Dizzy dancing in the rain 

Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory
The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart 

Gone so swiftly without goodbyes
but I know true love never dies
As I kneel at this headstone
I know I will never walk alone

For you'll always live within my heart
guiding me from the deepest part 
Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory

The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart

(c) January 2002


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Nature To Its Fullest (my opinion of nature)

Nature to its fullest
Is where all beauty lies
For flowers bloom and animals dance.
and I'm sure no one would say other wise.

I am one with nature
I will not lie 
I hunt with the wolves
And sing with the birds 

I dwell the dark forests
Where beauty is seen 
A beam of light across the bright blooming narcissus flowers 
Next to a large pond with silver fish gleaming in the water.

To this I ponder at what I see..
Why cant this be shared amongst us all?
My wonder is over when spot a panther in ivory black 
Only to turn silver upon the moons brilliant light

Gleaming eyes turned towards me as i am doing the same
A single tint of sorrow in her eyes
For I see that she has but one cub, innocently playing with his mothers tail
For then I suspect that she lost all but one of her litter, 

This is love of an animal with her cubs a loss that seems unbearable 
Thus i think of every day society and am disgusted by those who kill their own 
Just because of regret, how they put them in places to be left to die, to think about how 
Painful it would be for an infant to die of starvation and thirst, a baby crying for love but 
Unable to find it. then it dies, and the mother seems not to care... it sickens me to say how 
This can be done.

But to most, i should add, morn for their baby's death,
And some cherish the arrival like peace on earth. 
Why can't society become one? 
Why must we endure such heartaches? 
So many questions but not many answers,
But some should be left untold.

Mothers and fathers alike cherish birth like nothing better could happen.
Even as life gets harder, love is still the strongest emotion.
 
This is a poem of my opinion.
I hope to hear what your opinion is.


Details | I do not know? | |

Monsieur L'Vampyre WET DREAMS

Monsieur L'Vampyre - WET DREAMS
Why dost thee take the heart of me
and leave alone that part of me
that dreams of you
and makes me do
the things love makes me do for thee;
why takest thee the best of me
and leaveth all the rest of me
to wonder why
to feign; to die;
in want of what will never be;
why maketh you the death of me
and taketh all the breath of me,
to toss and turn
to want and burn;
and wake from dreams, contentedly.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

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
																


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

no news

the post man said "no mail today"
my heart broke it two...
again today
I thought I was going to die right there
another day,
with no news of survival
how do i manage to let my life go on
when his has  gone and passed away
my mind tells me he's out there some where
but no news from him
no letters
no card
not even two men dressed in suits
My mind wonders
as I try and distract myself
the news comes on
and I watch ever second
hopeing to see your face
just walk by
but as soon as I heard your voice
I knew
I didn't need news
I didn't need a letter or card
because there is no you
well at least not anymore


Details | Blank verse | |

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!


Details | Free verse | |

A Day in My Book

Just like that, the wind lost its breath; 
the natural vibrato of the ocean's waves became an elegy, 
and only the light from midnight stars pulsed 
as your heart slipped away.

In the century of quiet, that filled the empty moment, 
"They understood that wisdom comes of beggary."







from "The Seven Sages" by W.B. Yeats 


Details | Narrative | |

A part of me

A part of me is dying
There is no point left in crying

Everything is wrong,
and my heart has been bonged.
Im left confused
not knowing what to do.

The world has lost its mind
And now a part of me 
dies cause you never noticed
me crying while i lie dying.


Details | Lyric | |

Bed Business Betrayal

You were everything I prayed against you to be.
You peddled your rhymes on Friday nights,
You sold your soul and your creative rights.
But the only one who saw the change was me. 

I feel your grip loosen and you’ve started to slip,
They consume you in the midnight hour,
Your dirty knees show that you’ve lost all power.
But I still reach out, I can see through your quip.

Your betrayal has now climaxed, and to it’s easiness you heed.
Your eyes can see only hatred and pain,
So as their whore you will forever remain.
But my eyes see the everlasting promise, the one you didn’t need.


Details | I do not know? | |

blow me the kiss of death

                       You took my heart
                       i took your hand
                      you held me tight
                    and i thought of you
              my complicated dreams became true
              i think to myself i do belong with you
                  you kiss me so sweetly
                 and my heart lead the way
                     i fell into your trap
                   now i can't get away.
                   kissing me once more
              i knew something was wrong 
                  i fell into your arms
                       i laid there
               and i realized i was gone
                   i was knowing that  
                your kisses were deadly 
                  like a poisonous snake 
                 after i was buried away 
                   i knew then you
               blew me the kisses of death


Details | Free verse | |

How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


Details | Narrative | |

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?"


Details | Free verse | |

Leaving

I hate it
Knowing you might not stay
It's eating your 
Life away
Sucking you up
Like a black whole
Taking in everyone you know.
I hate it
Living on
Wondering,
If you'll be gone
God has made his choice,
We cannot share,
what this cancer is,
because I do not know
If you can stay


Details | Classicism | |

Ramon

I miss you Ramon, I wana see u so I look
outside across the street, You were the most
realest big hearted person anyone could ever
meet, With u not around I feel incomplete I miss you
with every heart beat. I still think ur gonna call
so I always look at my phone without you I 
feel so all alone I miss you Ramon I wish u 
could come bak home.Honestly I dont know if
I will ever be okay all I know is it gets harder &
harder each day.No amount of time will heal I
know I'll be missing u still. Some people just dont
understand & i dont think they ever will


Details | Elegy | |

Saving Grace

Alive In Night,
 Shadowed By Light
Born Through Pain
 The Death Is Sane
So Surreal The Death I Feel;
 Faith No More,
Trust In Doubt
 Left With Scorn
Fled In A Rush
 Melting At Your Touch.
Can't You Hear
 The Hope, The Fear...
Pain And Hate
 How Easily Does It
Resign Your Fate,
 Justified Thy Death
Murdered Thine Life
 Can Help Shine Through,
This Opaque Shield I Drew.
 Maybe, Finally-I Can Rest In Pieces...
Undeterred Needs Met With Unsoilicited Promises.


Details | Narrative | |

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


Details | Epic | |

About Kameron by Taylor

I stood in the room staring at that hard wooden floor.

Thought of him and then closed the door.
I looked back up and everything was black.
Suddenly I knew the pain was back.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Black and gray rags were scattered everywhere,
And all I could do was stare.

But he loved me .
I knew that much.

I sat on his bed and noticed that the tears started to shed.
Then I saw a very dark closet.
I heard our song and wanted to pause it.
I felt my heart slowing with the rhythm.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Light began to shine through the enormous window.
I looked over,
And there...was a shadow.
The giant black drapes turned blue.
I thought to myself:"This can't be true."

Because I knew he loved me.

The roses came back to life.
And the bed turned white.
The rags turned into his clothing.

The music slowed and I didn't know what I was being shown.
But I loved him.
A light came from the closet.

A light that was brighter than any of the stars in the sky.
I saw a figure,and again,I started to cry.
I saw his face,saw his smile,
And knew that this was our special place.
And he said I love you.

Those three words meant the world to me and him .
And I said,
...I love you a whole lot more.


Details | Narrative | |

THE WORLD I SEE

ALL THE PLACES- ALL THE FACES
EACH ITS OWN UNIQUE BEAUTY
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT?
 
ALL THE DIFFERENT PLACES
ALL THE DIFFERENT FACES
GAMES BEING PLAYED WITH HUMAN LIVES USED AS BARGAINING CHIPS 
 
THE OUTCOME DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WITH EVERY TRIUMPH AND WITH EVERY DEFEAT
OUR HUMANITY SEEMS TO FADE FURTHER AND FURTHER AWAY
 
 ALL THESE DIFFERENT FACES 
AND ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES
SOULS ARE FOR SALE AND INNOCENCE IS A VIRTUE LOST
AND THERE IS NO RESPONSIBILITY TO BE HAD
 
EACH UNIQUE BEAUTY 
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
I ASK MYSELF WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT
 
SO MUCH HATRED AND SORROW TO BE SEEN IN THEIR EYES
NO TIME TO RUN AND NO PLACE TO HIDE
ESCAPE IS NO LONGER AN OPTION
 
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE GREED AND CORRUPTION TO END
CHANGE IS THE ONLY HOPE
 
IT IS NOW TIME FOR ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES AND DIFFERENT FACES TO BLIND THEMSELVES FROM
THE SUPERFICIAL
THE DIFFERENCES THAT DIVIDED US IN THE PAST SHOULD BE FORGOTTEN FOR NOW WE MUST STAND TALL
AS ONE 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

The Dancer

[THE DANCER]

The shattered glass, in a million pieces.
The blood spilled on the floor.
She never lived, she never was.
All the pain, all the disdain...
she never was one for tolerance.
Alone she dances.
Those shattered pieces mean her no harm, it was not her fault...
She's just dancing.
Don't think
It hurts.
You'll never know the hurt of complete isolation.
She doesn't even know,
she just keeps dancing.
Beautiful
Graceful
Lost
Broken.
In her mind she lives,
she loves
she knows 
she is.
For her, the music never stops, she just keeps dancing...
Beautiful
Graceful
Alive.
The pain never reaches her, not when she's dancing. 
She knows no loneliness, she knows not what it is to cry, to hate, to fear.
She just dances.
But no, not even she can escape reality.
The music stops.
She falls.
The shattered glass pierces her,
Hate, Loneliness, Darkness, Pain, Fear, Anger, Jealousy, Self-Loathing...

She Feels.


Details | Haiku | |

Promiscuity's Obscurity

Promiscuity
self-indulgence, did you wreak
you, did judgement seek


Details | Free verse | |

Too bare, to bare

Too long, to long for that which I once had.
Undoing the melody,
that played on my heart strings.
Skinning the weasel 
that would eat innocence.

Too empty, to empty myself here and now.
Body beaten,
mind unwound, 
heart underground.
Stealing joy:
the occupation of fallen one.

Too bare, to bare fragile soul in this state.
Naked
the day I awoke
to see that nothing is mine.
Skiving from love
that left me burning.

Too sorry, to sorry the pain into dark corners.
Lion and snake
take turns to occupy
my gaze and soul.
Leaving me mixed-up and confounded.


Details | Free verse | |

Choice

Choice is...real
...unreal, unwanted
Choice does not let you choose,
or make decisions, choice forces you
to decide.
Yet, deciding really offers you no choice 
of all the options.
Choice offends your decisions.
Just as decisions mock your choices.
So choose wisely.


Details | Rhyme | |

HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


Details | Sonnet | |

Lost Love

The words of a heart felt letter "I love you I didn’t do it", fading into ashes.
The flames of the hostile words "I know you did it, admit it slut" devouring and edging the pain.
I stand, broken in shattered bits, my heart washed away by the rain.
Words of love actions of hate, "Drew don’t you see that it clashes?"
It is done it is over, turn by turn a wave of relief then despair over me crashes.
Mine, yours, ours, words of love, amore’ it is now my bane.
This heart of mine traveling a one way street in reverse, in the wrong lane.
Togetherness taken for granted in its death throes our relationship thrashes.
The wrath within loosed on a dying soul.
Eternity of blackness snuffs out loves last flicker.
This barrage is not you speaking but the words of your mistress Meth.
Venom of anger and distrust conjured by your other love has taken its toll.
Seething eyes burn me, his stinging tongue whips me with one last snicker.
My affection crumpled my heart empty, descending, and falling, fading, death.
                                                                                               
                                                                                                           Summer Gratias


Details | Rhyme | |

I Then We

I thought my body was dying;
I thought my life was over and done.
I thought my hopes and dreams were lost;
I thought I had no one, not none.

Then I saw a glimmer of hope;
Then, she found me with her soul.
Then I was raised up back to life;
Then, she made me feel whole.

Then I gave her my love and trust;
Then, she took my flesh and bone.
Then I took her heart and mind;
Then, she gave me... crown and throne.

We had never done anything like that;
We had never known any like buss.
We had never felt sensations like those;
We had never been with anyone like us.


Details | Light Poetry | |

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 | Dramatic monologue | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Toxic Love


Lying in a lake of solitude awaiting my angel’s kiss Songs within my soul long silenced, the beat of my heart remiss This toxic tug of love, has eaten my esteem Paralyzed my life, melted all my dreams Conversing with myself, confronting all my fears A captain who can’t give up the ship is bound to go down in tears I wonder if I made you up to fill a hollow hole Comfort me when solitude begins to take control Are you just a dream? a nightmare of my mind? I live each day inside a vision to keep us intertwined You answer me at night, before I fall to sleep Tell me to be patient, I count on you not sheep My sanity is shaken, my courage under fire The ability to withstand your fear is fueled by my desire Time for me to go, I failed to earn your trust I'll see you when our souls unite Ashes turn to dust


Details | I do not know? | |

Till the end of time

I forgot when it stopped being about me, but these people living in misery.
I'm a man to myself and this is everyone's victory.
Id give this breathe, for your breathe to be understood even if its misunderstood.
Can you see that under this bronx fog and are u feeling relived and good?

Its nothing, compared to the 3rd thought in this movie.
Whats money or everyday,
when I'm sad my sister is living that way?

Ill be praised by taking these thoughts a way.
Ill feel something more than peace. Its nothing that's there to stay.
Neither will you, since i wont be here to explain.I need more of you and not the old blue.

Ill give my breathe for you to never feel hate again, but love till its no longer a breathe but a man or women. Just smile at me because i Aint mad at cha.


Details | Senryu | |

then creditors came

she worshipped money
clinched it 'til the day she died;
then creditors came


Details | Free verse | |

Soldier Lover

I long to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your touch, to taste your lips.
You left me in tears and tragedy, not a single word again, not even a whisper. I can not be selfish, I just know I cant. Your memory will live on in me, your love will blossom in my heart. I will never see you again, your eyes and your soul. But I have to be proud, though it is so hard. Just to have been loved by a warrior, it tears me apart.


Details | Free verse | |

I Still Love You

I still love you
Buried six foot under
Life no more
Risking my heart
Everything, I have ever known!
Letting you go
Eighteen years of panache and tears
‘Loyalty’ because 

‘I Still Love You’

At a cross roads
Changes of initiation
Giving in, risking all
Trading this pain in
Making my heart whole
Know by saying goodbye
And, letting you go
Know, for an eternity

‘I Still Love You’


Details | Rhyme | |

Death and All His Friends

If I cry 
i cry for day's
of crystal sky's
and butterfly's
when nothing could stand in my way

If I cry 
I cry for the connection
we had
hen you would travil to distant lands
and make me smile
hen you came back to hold my hand

If I cry 
I cry for the embrace
you gave me
when i fell off my bike that day
and you said
it would all be okay

If I cry 
I cry for the moments
we had together
even if they were cut short
because of the weather

If I cry
I cry for my mother 
when that stedy note streamed
across the hospital scene

If I cry
If I cry for the two
who crawled through spikes
to save me and you

but if I smile 
I smile for the support
of the people that are scatered everywhere
for the people who fixed the shattered glass
and for the people who have surpassed death;
and all of his friends


Details | Rhyme | |

Child of Woe

Oh child of woe indeed - darker than the night,

What will it take for you to finally see the light?

The sacrifice was made - nailed to a rugged tree,

Thorns that pierced His brow, as He bled for you and me.


When tears have dimmed the eyes and your heart is rent in two,

You’ve wandered from the path and doubt what you should do,

The Redeemer’s name is JESUS, SON OF GOD above,

He feels your every sorrow and covers them in love!


Gray days will come to be when Satan steals your dreams,

And people you have trusted were not as they did seem,

Remember, there is JESUS, the one and faithful friend,

He will stand beside you always - until the very end!


So believe within your heart and ask the Savior in,

Trusting he will forgive you of each and every sin!

The child of woe will die, a child of grace will find life,

For there is no other way- but the SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST!


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

In this time before I die

I will find my way through the ruins of lives since past

I will honour those who came before by making the same mistakes

I will have cause and purpose without perspective or reason

I will tell wicked lies and hide from the pain

I will take comfort in harmful things but not let it get the best of me

I will love recklessly and dispassionately causing more harm than good

I will intend to apologize but will lose the opportunity

I will capture haunting memories and replay them in a desperate need to feel

I will long deeply for her, in silence

I will misunderstand the value of being alone and regret it

I will question all that I know from time to time or perhaps all at once

I will spend all that I have chasing a dream only to wake up midway through 

I will with good intention do the very least that I can

I will wonder what it was all really for anyway

And yet, I will continue to search

For something

Other than

Myself


Details | Free verse | |

My last hour

"You have only one hour to live, what would you do?"
a popular question among kids.
Most say sky diving or going to the moon
but be practical
you can't do that in one hour, plus you would have to pay...
"I would spend time with my best friends and family."
A bunch of people say that too.
But i would, i would also do something else though.
And if I do, we better die, or I will die of embarrassment.
Guess?
You see it in movies a lot, then they don't die and the person is completely embarrassed.
DING!
You guessed it.
I would confess my love for the love of my life.
My time with him was the happiest I've ever been.
I was doing everything right.
My grades were up, I got in no trouble at all.
But then we split up.
I still love him. 
So, my plan is, I would say it, kiss him, then run away as fast as I could.
You have only an hour to live, what would you do?
C'mon, you are wasting time!!


Details | Free verse | |

AMERICAN SOLDIER

im just trying to be
a father raise a daughter
and a son be a lover
to their mother
i will always do my duty
no matter the sacrefice

ive counted up the cost
I KNOW THE SACREFICE
i bear that cross with honor
CAUSE FREEDOM DONT
COME FREE I AM AN
AMERICAN SOLDIER

i stand by my brothers and
sisters you can 
sleep in peace tonight
cause im out here on the front 
line providing for
our future is my 
responsibilty


Details | Bio | |

One Last Time

As I sit here with you one last time,
I shed many a tear
Never will I hear your voice again 
Never will I feel your touch that meant so much
Tears flow for many reasons
A history few could understand
A child shared, yet not
A love that has come and gone,
But not forgotten 
A one of a kind bond yet to be broken 
Last but not least a friendship,
One hard to explain it’s true
As I sit here with you one last time,
I shed many a tear


Details | Ballade | |

Hidden Knives

You look, but do not see.  In your desire,
   You miss the depth of distance in my face.
My form you unabashedly admire --
   Black leather fitted tightly, free of lace.
You follow close behind me, keeping pace,
   Not knowing that your sentiments I lack --
Not knowing I would place you on the rack,
   And bring to light your silent, inner drives.
The darkness deepens; you should hurry back --
   For in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Weird whispers in an alleyway inspire.
   You reach with hypothetical embrace,
A madman's shadow, seeking to acquire;
   But in my hand I hold a can of mace --
For pretty words are fair and fit to chase,
   Yet words alone are empty, cold, and slack --
And so I tense, and wait for the attack.
   Through watchful solitude each soul survives,
But in my mental armor is a crack;
   So in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Perhaps you deal in danger -- death for hire --
   To see my spirit gone without a trace;
Or do you sense the hidden gypsy-fire
   That makes my heartbeat pulse and pound and race?
Perhaps your soul is full of peace and grace,
   An angel off the pure and beaten track.
Perhaps I am your prey -- a luscious snack --
   The hunted meat defeated, though it strives,
That you would carve to pieces for your sack --
   Perhaps you also carry hidden knives.

So close -- I hear a train's resounding clack,
   And see thick darkness looming from its stack
Like smoky words that hint at secret lives,
   And speak of something just beyond the black --
Would we be safe without these hidden knives?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

I Take

Your Death,
Your Cries,
Your screams of Pain,
All of which are all in Vain,
Your life i take,
To end my Pain


Details | Sonnet | |

THE SPIRIT OF EMILY DICKSON STILL LIVES

The spirit of Emily Dickson still lives... 
from her sensitive soul, words of hope 
and fortitude flow as spring rivers,
and their sprightly sounds makes one look.


And closely look into her life not lived for glory,
find those treasures she sew in a fascicle;
can her poems be appreciated and not annoy
the reader who seeks words not very humble? 


Emily ponders sorrow and death...being not afraid,
and while looking to the infinite, serene Heavens:
she accepts her fate and turns it into a quest of faith,
to make her journey a memorable one before it ends.


Let her gentle, firm voice warn you of an unexpected, fierce storm;
feel the cold breeze turn into a strong wind as she beats her drum.



My Sonnet is a tribute to Emily Dickson.


Details | Lyric | |

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...


Details | I do not know? | |

Inspirational

All my bags are packed,
I'm standing at your door, 
I don't want to go back,
I'm looking for more.

All my bags are packed,
I'm standing at the gates of pearl,
I don't want to go back,
I want the Lord to say I'm his girl.

All my bags are packed,
I'm waiting on God to open the gate,
I don't want to go back,
And lead me by the hand by eight.

All my bags are packed,
I love you but I'm not scared anymore,
I don't want to go back,
Oh please let me go forevermore.

All my bags are packed,
Don't want to feel so alone,
I don't want to go back,
God is calling me to his home.

All my bags are packed,
I'm leaving this place,
I don't want to go back,
I want to feel God's warm embrace.

All my bags are packed,
On Earth I feel so sad,
I don't want to go back,
On Heaven I'm very glad.


Details | Narrative | |

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.


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Quatrain | |

Mist and Death

Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.

Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,

Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.


Details | Haiku | |

As Strong as Death

Like love latches on,
Death takes hold when life escapes
And will not let go.


Details | I do not know? | |

Battle Lines

Battle lines are drawn with no word uttered to act,
just a couple of simple emotions pain and loss fuel  this fact.
Bloodshed on the people we thought we could trust,
but now we know this is not true, as we lay our kin in the earth’s crust.

Vengeance is the fuel that fans the emotions of loss into hate,
for now it is not them but us that will decide their fate.
Call to arms the ones that have laid your brother to rest,
and in our embrace of steel find out who is the best.

When blood stains the ground and the hate sets fire to this land,
lets see past the smoke to who will finally stand.
In heated conflict our dance of steel and flesh will warship Aries the god of war,
and we will tear one another apart until we are no more.

Through the years our generation will hate the others without cause or reason,
For as the crimson moon passes it start another killing season.
Hate will boil and bodies will come under the knife,
and we shall take liberties on each other’s lands and wife.

All this pain will usher in a mindt Earth is a living hell,
and we will become prisoners within our own hated cell.
So before you step over line and fuel what you know is to pass,
lets buried our love ones together in the same mass.

After that, talk to me and so this could never happen while we our alive,
for if we don’t, in the future it could be us that will not survive.


Details | Free verse | |

Mystique Love

she sat lonely
on the beach 
in the submissive darkness
the moonlight 
highlighting the red eyes
& the dark shadows beneath them
she looked so beautiful
as the golden strands of her hair 
blew in the zephyr
her lips quivered 
as if complaining
& then they curved 
in a dazzle
brightening the  
chiseled features
on the pale, white face
But the smile ruined
as a cruel wave crashed
into the reverie
reverie of 
the waters,
the stars,
only that she wasn’t alone…
In an aching hope, 
she stood up
& started calling out her love
no response.
she called louder
still no response.
she started walking down 
in the dark waters
Beckoning her love
she went deeper & deeper 
in the sea of love
now her words… 
a whisper
still deeper, she went
And then, still & silence
the next night witnessed 
a miraculous presence
a pair of stars shone brightly
at a rare corner,
blinking inexorably 
under the grey canopy 
of the sky
she had reached her destiny,
& the destiny of mystique love…


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten

In death, a journey comes to an end.
Death’s journey through life ends with
a gathering of family and friends
who reflect and comfort each,
saddened by the life lost to them.

The defining moment of worth on display,
no longer able to express emotion,
a waxen replica of what was.
Those who now pass recollect 
then weep the tears of loss;
laugh as they remember great times.
So many memories buried,
now surface for a time, 
again will be buried in the same manner.

Mourned for a time,
memories fade with each generation,
until, no memory remains.
A journey has come to an end.
A piece of history lost again.


Details | Free verse | |

One

One cut,
One blade,
One bloody line,
One sad girl,
One lie, 
One to many lies, 
One fake smile,
One tears falls,
One less days,
One day I will die, soon
One will miss me,
One rose on my grave,
One more reason to believe Im useless,
One more lie to my face,
One scar,
One love, now hate
One girl
One lonely girl,
One secert,
One dead girl,
One missunderstood


Details | Lyric | |

Die With Passion

You need to come find me.
This, this game is done can't you see?
I can not hide from you any more.
I want to watch you suffer, suffer more.

This game is getting so old.
My heart has become so cold 
I do not love you any more.
I’m frozen to my core.

I don’t love you any more
Listen to me roar,
I hate you passionetly.
You’ve set my anger free.

I don’t even really care
If you’re no longer there
Lord you made me cry
I wish you would just die
‘Cause I don’t love you anymore

Come on out stop hiding
As you can see you’re not my King
Come on out and play
Today’s your dying day

I don’t love you anymore
My heart is what you tore
Lord you killed me
You ignored my dying plea.

I will never even care
If you’re no longer breathing air
I’ll be glad when you die
And you want to know why? 
‘Cause I don’t love you anymore

(now go) You are going to die 
(you) Didn’t even care that I
(go) Was used like trash, blown away
(die) It’s your time to pay

I don’t love you anymore
All the suffering that I bore
Your soul is coming with me
To Hell we’re going to flee

I don’t even really care
That you’re dead, I’m well aware
The time has come for this goodbye
To Hell will your soul fly
‘Cause I don’t love you anymore


Details | I do not know? | |

War

Nothing was ever right, 
Yet it seemed it was.
Families fell apart,
and homeless grew together.
Mothers lost their Sons,
Fathers lost their Daughters.
The government tried to hide the truth,
But the truth came out.
Now people will suffer
from loss of loved one.
Loved one loosing their families.
Think of the people that will lose everything they've got,
before you blow them to pieces.
Think of the kids who will loose their home,
when you blow up a house.
Think of how you would feel if you were the one 
on the other side of the bazooka.
How would you feel,
As someone murders the life you had,
and all the memories it went with it.
Think,
Believe,
Because that's what you are making them see.


Details | Free verse | |

Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


Details | I do not know? | |

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE AND THE BLACK LADY

   MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE and THE BLACK LADY
Just south of Paris, lives the soul of me,
at my chateau, where few will ever see,
I'm compensated for the way
death lingers on from day to day
and makes each night a night of tragedy.

   All dark as hell, from trees that block the light
   so as to make the day deep as the night
   I'm free to come, and free to go,
   without the sun that hurts me so
   and this, my home, is hidden from all sight.

Now I would never have you think my way
is shunning life, and hiding from the day,
and though I live a tragedy,
it's quite the way I'd have life be,
as all alone leads only to decay.

   One night I'd settled in for mystery,
   my candle lighting words my mind could see,
   and authored by a lightning mind,
   I knew his words were of my kind
   and as I turned my pages, what should be?

All feminine, the hesitating sound
of just a tapping, to the door it's found,
of fingers slim, but in distress,
she should be home, that was my guess,
but still I raised myself to stand my ground.

   Anticipating what--I didn't know--
   for what fair damsel knocked at my chateau?
   And so I grasped my deringer
   all cocked and ready, as it were,
   and set upon the path where I should go.

The tapping grew to be quite indescrete
and hurried, as if one about to meet
a harsh and catastrophic end
without the slightest hope or friend,
and so I pulled the door, but braced my feet.

   December winds came freezing to my skin
   and lightning lit the winter nights' begin,
   an omen I supposed to be
   a blessing of the night for me,
   and so I welcomed her, and asked her in.

She shed her wrap, one tatterred by the years
but fondly placed it to my hands, in tears,
and dark was she, as any night
her skin so black, a blessed sight
for beauty's in beholding what appears.

   There showed no blood, upon her neck for me,
  No, not a mark was there that I could see,
   and questions raced all through my head
   if hers was warm, and damp, and red?
   Or did her blood flow black--how could that be?

What brought her tears, once placed into the past,
I set upon to make here smile at last,
and asked her if she'd like to stay
at my chateau, near Poitiers,
and spend the night, for it was waining fast.

   Of all the beauty, ever to be here,
   in all  my life, not one could come so near
   as when her cloth fell to her feet
   in candlelight, love made complete
   by flesh and blood, as dark as they appear.

My mark was bit, and I could feel the flow
of blood that made my heart not want to know
an end to this, a special night
so red that flowed from just the bite,
but dark as sin--I begged she never go!

   So overcome with joy of all she was
   my pounding heart gave in to just because.
   I drank of her until she knew
   the bite for her great living through
    eternal dying, lacking what death does.
                            © ron wilson aka veebdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | ABC | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Deception.......

Once upon a time in a land far out there.
There lived a pretty princess with locks of pretty hair.
If stories are to be believed a prince should have come her way.
To take her from the tower to come and save the day.

But the princess gave up waiting her hopes began to fall.
She began conversing with the mirror on the wall.
Listen now sweet princess I will be your friend.
I will make you smile and your heart i`ll mend.

Day turned into night and conversations came to pass.
But little did the princess know a shadow had been cast.
For the mirror was a demon locked behind the glass.
A product from a spell from days that long had past.

The princess listened carefully as the stories did unfold.
Believing almost everything thats she had been told.
They filled her with such bitterness with darkness and with hate.
Soon they had consumed of her and it became to late.

You will never be safe now princess you will never be free.
I have possessed you princess you belong to me.
You have no friends you know of, you wont be sadly missed.
Now take this knife sweet princess slide it straight across your wrist.

The princess grew so tired she had gone insane.
No longer did she want to play the mirrors deadly game.
She saw the blood flowing as she fell across the bed.
Yet still the voice continued resounding in her head.

It was your choice princess to listen to what i said.
You only have yourself to blame now that you are.....dead. 


Details | Free verse | |

Hate, Death, and Destruction vs. Creativity

Never would I have believed,
Such things could be true,
That people would conceive such evil,
In their unGodly desire to hurt you...

Your crime?: existence
You have no right-
Just ask a holocaust survivor
of their Nazi plight...

Ask the dead in lower Manhattan,
Slain for a version of God,
In Arabic, not Hebrew or Latin
Or innocent blacks hanging from a tree
The Klu Klux Klan's reaped crop, for all to see...

I sometimes wonder if I want..
to be part of this world...
And just when I think I'm sure,
That this is not where I want to be,
Some sweet, innocent soul comes along,
to much befuddle me,...

I've lately found a treasure trove,
of just such wonderful people,
Who's very existence stopped me
from "flying the coop"...
'Cause these are my wonderful
poet-friends,
From good old PoetrySoup.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fall

Come autumn rain, come wind of north!
Blow your darkness forth and forth –
I defy thee with my own strength
I fight against thy powers length!

Hail on me sleet, hail down your ice!
Smash down this human twice or thrice –
I will resist against your try
No matter how your storm may cry!

Embrace me night, embrace me cold
like arms of death and fog on wold –
oppose I can with my death heart
ward off the cold and lethal dart.

No storm is like dark feelings gale;
no hail can hurt like loving’s flail;
no cold can kill as amor’s arrow -
compared with love is fall a sparrow.


Details | Free verse | |

love kills

pendants  of hearts
dangling from my noose
it's not a game
sheole awaits me

now standing on the gallows
in front of this crowd
i cry for her
my life's incomplete

so little time
until i dangle my feet
i asked for forgiveness
she won't forget

now the price is my life
the cost is too high
all because she wed
some stupid guy


Details | Narrative | |

take me from this misery

* this poem has been inspired by Breaking Benjamin's Dear Agony....*
* and was written in memory of my grandmother Jeanne Gula *

My name is Jeanne Gula, today i found out that i have cancer.
Its in a tumor, that's very painful, its very rare, its 3 cancers into 1
they already took it out once... and it came back.
The doctor said it was to late to take it out again.
Its not the perfect end to my life, but its all i can have..
I don't really know how much more time i have.
I used to be able to walk by myself, with out help.
I can't believe this happened to me... of all people.
It's be coming torture, they called in hospices.
This cant be good...
I'm in my own home, slowly dieing...
I really don't want to leave, I will leave so many loved ones behind..
So I think i will stay a little longer...
Its January, i now can't do anything by myself, i have to rely on family to help with
everything, my organs are starting to slowly shut down, its very painful to go through.
but my daughters birthday is coming soon... I'm not going to leave now... i don't want her
to be sad, on such a happy day.
I can't hold on much longer.
I'm now out of this misery, its feb. 2nd, and I'm finally free.
Free, of all this pain, and I'm healthy again, I can walk, with out hanging on to anything
or anyone, I can finally be independent again...
now no one cry for me, because i lived a full long life, and no longer in pain..
I love you all.
Love Grammy


Details | I do not know? | |

Love the Dark

Lovely the dark, it truly is
The pact is strong, I follow to live
Happyness promised after death, im sure it will happen
Excited I will be, to finally lay to rest... in longing harmony
With bright lit fires at my feet, I trust in him, to watch over me.


Details | Free verse | |

Morning Star

Forgotten beauty of our love
is crumbled, only dust beneath our feet
lost in the frost of death
I'm shivering
while you play the devil and I play the fool
Morning star,
too many times
have thoughts of you
....strayed into the deepest ruins of me
as I endeavour
to pluck the thoughts from the void
like golden notes that resonate, quiver
to mend myself strong
or to die,
and become a song,
curling upwards
cradled in the arms of the night sky


Details | Rhyme | |

Out of Sync

Disciples wept
in mass anxiety 
pioneering death in the sea unknown.
Their Master slept  
while they afraid of Galilee 
faced a tempest full-blown.
Up from the deep to their relief
He decreed, "Wind and Storm, be still. "

Their Master wept
in dismal piety
volunteering sin's full debt to atone.
Disciples slept
while He prayed in Gethsemane.
Braced for His death alone,
friends fall asleep.  Broken with grief,
He agreed, "Father God,  Your will."


Details | Rhyme | |

DANTE'S VISION

Dante, don't speak to me of Purgatory and Hell,
I've climbed that steep mountain and doing well...
rather, talk of Beatrice and her stunning beauty,
and to her dedicate new verses of fine poetry.



Dante, you were very spiritual reaching Heaven without wings,
constantly seeking punishment for the actions of horrible things...
I'll meet Shakespeare as you met Virgil directing me through the eerie woods,
and he'll warn me not to fret upon smelling the stench of flesh and livid words. 



Dante, you're walking with your beautiful, young lover and she's very happy and loved,
then she must have spared the long suffering imposed on sinning souls never praised...
your vision was accurate not barring fear or mentioning the names of thieves and liars;
be glad that your Comedy is universally read: its not anymore the privilege of friars.


Details | Free verse | |

Dancers

The world is slowly turning
We're all danncers
The song is full of depth
Drenching us in meaning
I watch you as you dance
In the arms of the moon
How unaware of me you are
I'm a long faded dream
Or perhaps a nightmare
That you've forgotten
My heart is clinching
My emotions are spinning
The song fills my ears
Your voice fills my heart
We're dancing so close
And yet we're so far apart
Separated by two realities
You no longer exist in mine
And I no longer exist in yours
The rose bears corrupt thorns
Stabbing me in the heart
In the middle of the dance floor
I slowly fall to my knees
At the end of it all
You're the only one who could
Bring me back to life
At the end of it all
You're the only one who could
End the life devoted to you
The world is slowly turning
We're all dancers
The song is full of depth
Drenching us in meaning
I watch as you slowly fade
Into the arms of the moon
The music comes to an end
And I'm dying all alone


Details | Free verse | |

Just A Dream

Still cannot 
wrap my mind
all around
all alone

Where would I  
even start 
to describe 
what I’ve known?

No life left 
so breathless 
all used up 
all worn down

How it is
Is how it was
And how it will always be. 


If I could see
what it would
have been like
to find you....

I’d have traded every wish
and said they all came true 

Please heart, quick!!
Please, please heal!!!
Please let me feel again!!!

He’ll never know
how empty
he will be 
without you. 

In the end
He’ll remain 
what he’s been
this whole time

Just a dream, 
just my prayer, 
just not mine


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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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Unto Me

                                 What shall thyself do?
                When the night mourns thy selfless brew
                                And shall call upon thee
                                As for soon, ye shall see
                           The blackened eyes of death
                      That lingers past the baby’s breath
                    That shall grow upon thy future grave
                           And ye cannot soulfully save
                                     Thyself upon thee
                                       Of all the things
                             That ye hath done unto me

                                                 ~~~

                                       Contain thyself
                                 As ye shall make a fall
                                   Into the arms of Hell
                           And under all demons' claws
                                   For the horrid crime
                                    Of that against love
                             That ye hath done unto me

                                                 ~~~
                       
                                                But, 
                        O, what a torturous lapsing hand!
             That makes me burrow upon the ocean sand
          And turned the sour grin of the devil upside down
                      That left him to cry upon thy grave
                          Onto which in time I shall lay
                            That ye hath done unto me

                                                 ~~~

                         As I yet wait upon the calling year
                 Of angels to whisper into my troubled ear
                              That all hath been a dream
                          Of the awakening smile of thee
                                      But can not one 
                               Turn thy events undone
                            That ye hath done unto me?


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On this road again, wasting time.

                                                                                                       
So good to see you once again. 
We could sit and talk about it
Forever.
Or continue on with the journey 
Down this road of entity. 
It’s a long way 
Before we get there.
Many bridges we will ravage,
Before we come home. 
We’ll signify on the way,
There is so much ahead of us
I don‘t want to miss. 

Look at those meager souls
Out there in the distance, 
Bedeviled. 
They seem so vacant. 
Can’t they discern?
Through his eyes they will see tranquility.
To conceive a path on the way.
A passage to convey with immunity
On their way home.
Everyone will want to see.
Surely this, they will miss.

As i turn from the distance
To see you beside me,
My focus seized by a reflection.
The shine of deity 
within your eyes.
Darkness has receded,
Skies filled luminous red and purple. 
The end of the road is sublime,
Over those gates peer into ecstasy.
Hope to identify her facade.
Cant wait to meet him.
My own sea of rebuttal 
Needs to be set in place.

Drifted soul in the shadows
Squint toward divinity.
This road is far too long
To be stricken with reason.
He doesn’t believe you can’t see.
Surely this, you will miss.


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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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Heartbroken Warrior

You walk with your head held high, like nothing ever happened.
But I know that inside you cry, with pain, anguish, and fear.
Everyone knows what is going on, you ignore them and pace forward.
I watch carefully from beyond, the door, the clouds, the clover.
If it is me you morn, please I wish it over.
The more you cry the more my heart is torn, ripped, shredded, and broken.
A heartbroken warrior is not what you are, but what you think you should be.
If you look close I am never far, always watching, waiting, loving.
So please my warrior mend your heart, become a fearsome rider.
Go ahead and make a new start, with love, memories, and faith.
Find someone who can rekindle your fire, watch it burn brightly before you.
Only then can I fly higher, into the world beyond, above the clouds, and into the light.


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What passion wins when saught

What love is too fragile, that shatters without any notice.
If one is raged in time, never was there passion.
To so many birds happens frail edges in their nests,
but once lost are wingless, and do fall to rodents.
Pinned with swords to the walls that bleed their regret,
is what the impassioned experience, when they fail to grow.
Rather than deploy trials through stress, they breath what is.
Unressted heads beat steadily among those that seak most control.
Unless heads compete for control, for then, sacrifice proves passion.
Only to those that pursue engraved traces of fate, continue.
Balance life in an order that's prior to our motions,
helps the world of after shine better through Karma's tests.
Proving worth comes purely from passion, convincing death to except.
No one should ponder the life that's yet to come.


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Crumbs of Deception

...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)... 

Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette Your love blemishes me with bite marks You brush aside the crumbs…now I’m stomped on all over again Your hugs are constricting like a serpent Your hugs loses its passion…my fury vigorously sparks You abandon me cold-bloodedly, now I choke in harsh punishment Your treachery strangles me…you don't consider my screams of importance You snatch away my humility and leave me with the crumbs of shame Your arrogance plants a grave in me…you don't notice that I desire your radiance You ditch me with senseless remarks and you make me feel game You ruin my modesty You stole away my heart’s virtue You bruise my sustaining dynasty You complete me with rue Your conceitedness intoxicates me… Your arrogance underwhelm thee… You unscramble my remains and insert me with the liquid of corruption Your self-confidence leads me to never-ending fate…you disregard my joy You handle me with maltreatment/enchantment and smudge me with your provoking expression You crushed me with your cunning plans, now you made me hunt after my prized boy Your hatred penetrates me with lush, crooked trace You swap me onto the floor, now I’m smashed into smithereens Your smiles lose its splendor...your enlightenment gains disgrace You disown me carelessly…now I spilled your moldering beans You’re imprisoned by the chains of infuriating heat, Feeding off the crumbs of deception


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear...???

Dear...??? By: Candice and Brandon 

I listen...
I wait....
Not wanting to hear what you have to say
Not wanting to comment on the negativity that spews from your mouth like vomit.
The things you speak of are wretched.
And the tone you take is ignorant.
My affiliation with you was not by choice.
By choice I would banish your existence from my life.
Stain my walls with the blood of your suicide.
Watch me as I chuckle with unadulterated pleasure.
Do not say you are sorry.
Speak nothing at all.
Give me the satisfaction of hearing your final breaths tainted by the gurgling of blood
filling your lungs.
I want to dismember you the way you have done my heart.
I want to follow you to hell to watch you perish.
Why do I love you so much?...


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OUR DARK SECRET PLACE

Take off the ARMOR OF GOD!
   Remove the BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!                  
     Throw away the SHIELD OF FAITH!   
         Forget the TRUTH OF GOD’S WORD!

Let’s do what we want to do
        in our dark secret world,
           at our dark secret place, 
               at our own selfish pace.

Let’s make our own choices.
Let’s listen to our own voices.      

Let’s act by the power of
    OUR might.
It doesn’t have to be right.
Let’s do it anyway. 
Let’s go astray.

And when we leave that darkness and
   face family and friends,
They’ll never know about our dark place
   or of our dark secret sins.

We will not worry about the 
         consequences.
We are fully protected by 
         Satan’s fences.

And if we die in our
    sinful state,
Hell has an open gate.



NOTE:

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POEM is based on these scriptures:

Ephesians 6:10-12: Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might.  Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.


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People Passed

A pain that lies dormant while days turn to weeks
A tear so persistant its staining those cheeks

An aching inside that just wont disappear
and it comes rushing out at this time every year

So many good people are taken from us
No chance for goodbyes no last minute hugs

No words can be spoken to express what we feel
We all keep our silence, pretend its not real

In time spent alone, we all hear those songs
We all listen sadly as the words just go on

They remind us of how on the wings of that dove
you stand high above us and send down your love

But after this reminder as we fade off to sleep
its only our memories that we each get to keep


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United By Love But Consumed By Fate

They tenderly kissed
To seal the bond,
To mend their ties
They felt so fond.
I soundlessly loathed
And stood in my place.
I wanted one night.
I wanted her face.
My mind will drift
As they cut their cake,
I'll open his chest 
And drink in their fate.
I'd burn down the chapel
And hang from a beam.
I'd gouge out his heart
Just to hear her scream.
I'll fill up my cuts
With sugar and acid,
I'll die on the floor
And let the watchers pass us.


Details | I do not know? | |

Oath Unbound: Psalm 1

Retract! Retract!
o' venerable vow
to be unfettered unburdened
somehow

Take away ye mighty words of oath
for that I would give soul and life both
one day to be free of broken bond
forego promises long faded and gone

To lay down in uncluttered dreams
to lie quietly while the world schemes
o' heartache! heartache!
only if my word would someday break!

Alas! 'ere I remain
bound by law and oath in spilled blood stained
harken to erstwhile fancies of freedom and love
but fastened still to this mortal coil forever spoken of

I hear the meadows and lakes beckon call
but 'ere I must stay, removed from all
For I am the Protector locked in guilt
once a slave and always, forced to sruvive though I wilt

A Cause I am bound to serve
battered beyond what travesty I may deserve
O' broken thing! Once bold and new
but into bondage I was trained and into service I grew

Before the wars and sacrifices born
Honor and bravery were but medals worn
But now I know they run deep and red
as flesh cracks open and boiling tears be shed


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IT Happened

This day plays over and over in my mind
It'll stay with me until the day I die

On the highway looked up
Dark gray clouds closing in

On the radio Social Distortion comes on
“Reach for the Sky because tomorrow may never COME..”

Thought to myself, better get there fast
This song might be over in time for her spirit to pass

Still thirty minutes to go
Cars gotta go faster, gotta roll

Reach the hospital and walk fast as I can
I'd like to run but strangers pass so I cant

I enter the crowded room
I stand in the corner, 
I look at her in the bed.
In so much pain, her body is trembling from head to toe

Then IT happened,

She asked for him
He bent down and filled her arms with his hug
Her upper body slightly off the bed as he tried to relieve her pain
For the first time in my life I saw my brother experience true love
I could see the particles of air above their heads exchanging loving thoughts
He thought” It'll be ok, you can let go”
She thought” It's just so hard because I love you sooo”
He thought”I love you baby, god is calling you home”
She said “ No need to call. I'll watch over you. When you arrive I'll know”

It was by far the most overwhelming emotion ever
Beyond control
I could no longer see, 
The tears just poured 
I think a ghost put it's hand down my throat, 
And then used my heart as a stress relief ball...
Cancer was the boxer giving my heart a beat

The pain was the ying
as the love was to yang

Two people in love,
In a world that can be so untrue,
I'm so glad my loved one found you!


Details | I do not know? | |

All Lives Matter

Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having 
a bad day.

Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't 
help but ask "where is humanity?"

Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.

Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.

How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
as help?

All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.

In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.

Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.


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Carpe Noctem

They confine us to the dark,
So we will seize the night.
Shadows full and beautiful,
Full moon and pale starlight.

Closing eyes with parting lips,
And drawing final breath.
Drawing blood and lines of love,
Awoken in this death.

Pleasure, drowning, lost in you,
My skin lays bitten, bare.
The sweetest suffocation,
I’m loving, lacking air.

The moon has left me Lycan,
And you're allowed to bite.
They confine us to the dark,
So we will seize the night.


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Deadly Little Games

I've fallen,
I've faded,
I've become nothing  
More than a memory,
Nothing more than dust.

Your smile,
Your touch,
Bring back too
Much pain
For my feeble mind to bear.

My wish 
Is to leave.
Never to be
Forced to pretend 
To love this lie.

I see what I've 
Done cannot be fixed.
So excuse me while I leave you
To scream at the endless
Nightmares in your mind.

I know that they haunt your dreams.
I know that you fear them. 
Don't.
Allow them to control you
And take away your pain.

They want to play a game.
Want you to play along.
Go, join them.
Enjoy each other's pain.
Flourish in misery.

Play by the rules.
Don't allow the to break,
For I'm the one who enforces
The rules.
Pain and suffering is my game.

Will you allow the
Darkness to swallow you whole?
Or 
Piece by piece?
Please choose carefully.


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A Dusty Box of Memories.

A Dusty Box of Memories.

A dusty box of memories was full of untold hurts. 
And out of fear, She kept them there, remembering, she'd cry.
That woman made afraid of men would give it one more try.
She'd know a man and have a child with him, who came to flirt.

She slowly peeked inside the box.  Was trusting worth the cost?
To set aside those bleeding wounds that oozed from many scars.
Yet time alone was passing fast; dreams lived beneath life's mars.
And even if her feelings failed, a child was worth fear lost.

She thought and pondered while they talked and wondered what she'd do.
While at the dinner table full of food she cooked for him,
Small talk about philosophies amused the two of them.
Straight and stiff, not quite at ease, experience lacked, he knew.

He stood and took her by the hand seduction was his goal.
A bit confused, head in full spin, she bit the dust and sinned.
And he, all wet with pleasure's sweat, exhausted, wildly grinned.
She told him her conception plan; He said he'd take man's role.

And that is where the story starts about a hurt untold. 
Within two weeks, she had conceived, both joy and fear were hers.
It seems that he was happy, too.  They cuddled there in furs.
But in five months, the saga came that left her young heart cold.

As she was moving things about, he came with angry words.
You want to loose that baby?  Here! He hit her with his fist.
Her happy heart in new life's bloom had suddenly been risked.
Hospitalized, in agony, Boy's cries would not be heard. 

The first few years, she held the pain.  Then, illness struck her mind.
She never saw her baby dead.  His father looked at him…
Drugged, when she signed pain papers.  Adoption?  Did he steal him?   
Year after year, without a child, would sanity unwind?

One year, a hacker came her way and viewed hospital files.
A boy child born two weeks from “death” was named her chosen name.
Though many years had come and gone, the question still remained.
Did the man who helped make life obtain her boy for his wife?

Written for Dusty Box of Memories Contest  
Sponsored by: Constance La France


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Waiting...

Waiting... By: Candice 


He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance.

With each passing day his heart grows colder.

His passion for violence grows immensely

and the remnants of his " once was life" are no longer fresh in his mind.

Gunfire and roadside bombs were now a part of his everyday life.

He''d give anything to be at home, warming a bottle for a midnight feeding,

or preparing to change a diaper who had been a victim of a disastrous explosion.

He smiles to himself thinking of his new baby boy

and prays to God that he will return home safely to hold the precious miracle of life

that he had not yet laid eyes or hands on.

He tightly closes his eyes to hold back the threat of oncoming tears.

Images of a deadly blast just days before crowd his mind,

He begins to weep.

This war torn life would affect him for all eternity.

He was in fact, a victim of war.

He would never know another restful night.

Rest doesn''t come easy for a man who has seen men blown to pieces by bombs and lifeless
on the terrain.

However the disaster of a lost life somehow brings him strength to drudge through another day.

He takes out the crumpled birth announcement.,

reads the print and gently tucks it away.

He had never known such an emptiness.

Everyday he waits.

For what he is not sure.

He just prays in the end, it will have been worth it.


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Earth, Wind, Fire, Blood

Match
spark
fire
burn.

Knife
sharp
slice
learn.

Pain
anger
scream
hurt.

Love
joy
embrace
earth..


Details | Free verse | |

If my Days on Earth were Numbered

If my days on Earth were numbered,
I would cease to take simple things
in life for granted

I would take time to gaze
at a rose, as it slowly blossoms

I would take time to gaze
at a clear, night sky,
as the stars twinkle back at me

I would enjoy the wind
and rain, like the times
I was a child

Family would come first
before every one I know,
knowing that it would be last
time I see them


By: Teddy Kimathi


Details | Free verse | |

A Vampiric Love Story

Black like the crow, 
Lost in the snow.
It's eye sparkling like her blood, 
Burning into my cold flesh.

Her whispers lost in my mind.
The memory of her face, 
Just a figment of my past life.
Her gaze upon me no more.

Many years of a wasteful life, 
Wasteful time thinking of her.
The Gothic bells of death mean nothing to me
Just to see her one more time, 
To taste her blood.

My fangs run deep
Yet how far can they go
Before she disappears in the dark world, 
That consumed me long ago.

My lonely eyes watches the black crow
Flying above this world.
Watching me as the cold flacks stick to my face
Never melting, even as my eyes glow red.

She saw me not as the monster, 
But as something she could love.

Let thou hear these simple words
For thou saw through my devil eyes.

A Vampiric Love Story.
A dark fairytale of my heart
Not written for a happy ending.

I lost her surrounded by the white of snow, 
A cold grave for the one I love.
For the dark world will never hold such beauty.

I am forever Alone.
My love is lost.


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I've Got You Now

Upon a lonely Autumn night
I spied my prince by artificial light
Our eyes then met, and all was well
His voice, so sweet, said "Go to Hell!"

I laughed it off, assured he jest
And vowed that I would do my best
To win the hand of that valiant prince
By exposing my heart, my love to evince

For many a day, I followed his ways
Learning the patterns of his days
Careful to hide in alley and bush
Awaiting the moment of the ambush

My love, I knew, would fall to my feet
If ever I worked up the courage to meet
Aided, perhaps, with a hint of persuasion
Enhanced by the use of anaesthatization

Too shy to approach lest the ideal I mar
I followed the life of my love from afar
He seemed not to even know I exist
Oh, but I knew that that I could fix!

Upon a lonely Winter night
I spied my prince walking by streetlight
Our eyes then met, and before he could speak
I silenced him with professionally employed technique

Alas, we would finally be happy as one
Belong to me or belong to no-one
I'll have my way, as I always do
I know that I was made for you

Don't resist my psychotic persuasion
I've an episode for every occasion
An embittered word you devise to delay
Will only make you easier to sway

When in the darkness you feel fear
You can know that I am near
Waiting, watching, alway there
You will be my cross to bear

My dear, there's no reason to be blue
I promise I'm not going to hurt you
All I want is your fickle heart
You and I will never part

Something wicked this way will come
Resist all you want, we both know you'll succumb
Be it by poison, blackmail or lie
You can't escape me, however you try


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what evil lurks in the shadow of religion

what followed Jesus while he traveled alone?
well... God the father yes, but following Jesus 
to corrupt him, to destroy him,to defeat him, 
was sin, was evil, was one who if seen
by any but followers, would cower at its evil,
and bow in fear of what MAY happen if they do not.
we see it every day, and shrug for we cannot see, 
see the darkness that crawls lurking through and under
the shadow of religion, the very shadow 
of what is Holy, is interpreted as on thing
and seen as another, seen as a whole other,
other worldly, outer existent, world.  
and though we believe in Him
we all walk in its shadow
for we are not the Bible, for we are not of Holy
made in His image, found all over in His realm
and outside His world. but still living 
in the shadow of religion
we exist, we live... but do we repent?
yes? no? speak only to Him
to relieve yourself of your earthly scars
to release all of the weight
speak only to Him, for we are
in the shadow of religion... His religion
why do we say we are Holy
when we know... completely that we are not?
we may belong to Him, but are we Him?
do not yell but no, He is us, He is what He is.
follow him and you will be free
do not say you are Him, for you are not...
you are not Him... continue to walk
on this path, belong to Him
but you can still walk in the shadow of religion
evil lurks here, so does darkness
but light is in this shadow, and no matter
what or where you are, the light in this shadow
is stronger than darkness, anywhere in this
follow his path, and finish off 
ascending to the kingdom, the kingdom of Heaven,
of mercy, of bliss, you have endured,
endured enough, belong to Him, in His kingdom
let light live, for you will be with him.


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Pieces of Poultry Part 2

Your only as sick as your secret, but this was only the tail end of his secrets, secrets buried so deep that not even he himself could exactly put his finger on the difference between what had happened and what he may have imagined. Never the less, it didn’t hurt him, so it only must have made him stronger. As he crouched on the outside of his housekeeper’s home he knew tonight would be over even before it happened. Leaving him teased by the feeling, what kept him looking for an experience that would satisfy such a hunger. The whole experienced seemed surreal, kneeling down he brushed his hands along the grass. Was it the same grass he had at his home? He thought to himself, Where the bricks on his house laid in the same way? .For a moment he just enjoyed the pleasantness of the experience, the calmness before the storm. The anticipation was a rush of ecstasy wrapped in delusion but Sam didn’t care this was the reality he enjoyed.
	Sam knew that his house keeper lived alone, that’s why he was so particularly surprised when young women in her early 20’s opened the door. For a moment they only looked at each other. Sam felt caught, as if he was wearing his intentions on his sleeve, caught and angry, angry that whoever this girl was she was intruding on a very special moment of his. She was trying to take something from him, going against his plans purposely. In anger Sam reached into his inside jacket pocket and when he removed it he extended his had outward in an arcing motion slicing a horizontal gash along the young women’s face. He had meant to slice her neck open, but he missed and in turn placed what now appeared to be another bloody mouth from cheek to cheek, slicing her upper lip open along with her septum and left nostril. The young women fell backwards and Sam stepped inside closing the door behind him never taking his eyes off the young women.


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That's How Long I'll Love You

When the days are numbered, and the end is near. When we've nothing left, but an undying fear. When the last we hear are regretful words, when all we believe just seems absurd. When the sun stops shining, and the air seems cold. When darkness fills in, and it seems we've nothing left to hold. We will still have eachother, strong we will stand. Just knowing we have eachothers hand. So, when the end seems near, and the light has gone. When the words we speak, seem so wrong. When we feel there is nothing, yet know we belong. That's how long I'll love you, to an eternity, and forevermore, Finding love in eachothers arms.


Details | Ottava rima | |

GIOVANNA: THE LOVELY PRIMA DONNA

I often visited the prittiest and kindest lady,
who lived by an abandoned, weedy cemetery...
and she told me tales that made me dream;
up that pine-scented and rugged hill, the Devil tripped many times and finally fell:
when her holiness set her gracious face aglow!
And she never cursed God, but continued her creed,
believing that she was put on earth to sanctify love;
and she planted many seeds in the moist garden...flowers that made her life livelier!
 

Exchanging her pure soul for money, never tempted her:
living happily and continuously blessing God's name;
if that's how one is blessed, many shouldn't need to wonder...
how she never asked anyone for anything...relying on Providence! 
Every spring morning she tended to those roses and gardenias, 
like mothers care for their adored children;  and she sang
opera like a glamorous prima donna on the illuminated stage:
how astonished were the passersby hearing those lovely areas!
 

Giovanna, lovely prima donna, sing another beautiful area for me,
let me hear how a soprano can feel that divine harmony;
teach me all the lyrics and the tunes that embellish them:
I am a quick-learner and my passion goes beyond my talent!
Giovanna, lovely prima donna, you sought no honors or earthly glory, 
and your visions were grander than those idolized singers,
who only asked for applauds and repeats from the cheering crowds;
you had none of these...only this aspiring-tenor-to-be! 


I passed by her house yesterday, the shades were pulled down...her garden 
without butterflies was arid and the pretty flowers fluctuated no more; 
and the tall pines trees didn't offer their inebriating, sweet aroma,
but there was no sound of Giovanna's voice, the voice of the lovely prima donna:
canaries and bluebirds weren't frantically tapping on her closed window!
In a white laced dress, wearing red shoes and a green velvety hat:
she displayed her national pride, recalling the enchanted land of music and poetry,
where her unforgettable childhood was spent with an innocence so free! 



Details | I do not know? | |

Wings...

The haughty eagle soaring,
To heaven’s acme of pride,
Where Olympians abide,
And Zeus’s voice roaring

Wings stretched to eternity,
Eyes drunk with flames of lust,
Time withers as moments rust,
Claws sharpened with enmity.

Envy in veins wildly floats,
At Medusa’s glance the heart petrified,
All beneath eyes thus mortified,
Seed of greed in mind bloats,

 Piercing clouds, an arrow flies,
Swift Hermes, Cupid’s dart
 Arrow’s fang stings the heart 
The dying eagle’s groaning cries...


Details | Free verse | |

Unreturned

Why can’t you see me?

I’ve been standing here
Next to you
And I have a fear
A logic overdue

Why can’t you hear me?

I’ve been screaming
To let you know
You’re just dreaming
Of the mortal deep below

Why can’t you understand?

When I was there
I thought of you
So I wait here
But you’re long overdue

Why can’t I see you?

I feel a stirring
That I cannot ignore
Something’s occurring
I’m straying no more


Details | Quintain (English) | |

THE TME YOU LeFT

IT WAS LIKE THE SUN WENT AWAY .
IM IN THIS DARK PLACE WHERE NOBODY ARMS TO RUN TO.
YOU LeFT ME WITH NO AIR LIKE I CANT BREATH WITH OUT YOU.
IM DOWN AND SO HURT ONLY I SEE YOUR FACE ON A T-SHIRT.
WHEN YOU LeFT YOU TOOK PART OF ME WITH YOU.
I GO DAY TO DAY WITH YOU ON MY MIND.
MY HEART IS BROKEN SHREDDED LIKE PAPER.
ITS LIKE MY SOUL IS NOT HERE  GONE IN PLACE WAITING TO YOUR FACE.
YOU WERE MY BESTFRIEND SOMEONE I THOUGHT WE  BE TOGETHER  TO THE END. 
I THOUGH LIFE FOR US WAS WERE FOREVER BUT TOMMORROW NEVER CAME.
YOU LIFT LIKE  THE WIND ON A HOT MUGGY DAY.
I SIT IN WONDER WHERE YOU ARE DAY AFTER DAY.
LIFE JUST IS NOT THE SAME EVERYTHING HAVE CHANGED .
I SIT IN CRY WONDERING WHY.
YOU LIFT ME IN A COLD PLACE WHERE THERE NO ONE LIKE YOU COULDNT BE REPLACED.
WHAT I DO TO SEE YOUR FACE ONLY WAIT FOR THAT DAY COME.
THE MEMORYS WE HAD WERE THE BEST NOW IM STRESS THINKING IF THIS A TEST THAT 
LIFE BRINGS.
I NEVER KNEW THAT I WILL EVER LOST YOU BUT ALWAYS AND MY HEART FOREVER.
THE TIME YOU LeFT.


Details | Free verse | |

Snow White

Candy-red lips retreat as pearly whites sink in
Shiny-sweet surface hides the poison heart within
Still, she sucks at the juice because it tastes like sin
But pleasure always comes at a price.

And what be the cost on one bittersweet bite?
Collapse to the depths of one endless night
The apple falls from her hand; she falls to her plight
Sleep, pale princess.  Sleep well.


Details | Lyric | |

The Sixes and Sevens Veil

All of those words and emotions Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind I want to caress them onto you But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse The past shouldn't control the present but it lingers in my spirit The words need to come out The Darkness with Them What if the truth couldn't set me free, save me from this candled day Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil Shrouded against our will too scared to show our bare Vulnerable Shadowself It was the ignorance's bliss that caught you The Knowledge creates a burden Too Difficult to Maintain or was it I? trying to be part of your soul The Decay of Your Heart Sadness can be cured by a few words Despair is a disease of the Knife The Eclipse stole the Sun's Sinlight Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart


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blake

to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
yes
but staying possitive was tha 
test.
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
fate.
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
late.
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispering

He fought and fought,
Died and she began to cry.
Everynight, she would see him in her dreams,
As a ghost, along a beautiful coast...
Saying "It always seems like you're here..."
"But you've disappeared."
In the nightlight,
He shined bright with all his might,
Just to give her one last kiss goodnight,
"Good-bye, my love...",
Flying high into the clouds...
And whispering through the dark skies.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Blood On A Warm Summer Night

I lay here thinking about what i have said and done. One of my arms is flowing the life
from my body, the other is holding the blade. I sit here crying. This is true pain. I
understand what it means to hold whats closest and yet it pushes you away. You will never
understand the love i hold for you all days. It looks as i am not alone in this feeling,
but I cannot be sure. I cant decide if want to hide my love or have you drop it on the
floor. Why does life persist to burn my heart with passion if my body does not deserve
what it wants. it makes me feel like I'm nothing when you want to tell me i am. you seem
so convinced and yet my soul hides, it stares at all my imperfections and tells me i am
disgusting. My gut says I'm a freak but you tell me I am amazing. I feel like imperfection
to the world and you say it doesn't matter. you are who you are and the rest just makes
you you. Fading back in from my thoughts i discover. you are the one i love but yet it
doesn't matter. My wrist is still bleeding, my thoughts grow smaller. I begin to tingle
all over my body. The light is getting darker my will grows less stronger. Maybe if I die
you will soon realize what truly matters.......


Details | Free verse | |

Butterfly

Once again my tears have fallen.
But not for someone else.
They fall silently and inward
Only for myself.

It’s ok this time 
That my tears are for me.
I trust myself,
Just this once.

Tears of retribution
Of anger and utter joy.
My life in peaceful turmoil.
Love and pain in chaotic harmony.

Just for a change
I can be strong enough to change.
Change my heart 
And all my life.

Peaceful and complete
In hope and dismay.
My feet firmly planted 
In the Rock in which I anchor.

Just like a caterpillar,
I am curled up
Unready to break through
Into the world.

One day when my heart’s complete.
My wings will unfold
And I a beautiful butterfly
Will grace the world.

A short time I will live.
Until the old becomes cocooned.
A new life at rebirth,
A new coat of colours to show.

With my new life I will strive
To change my heart and my soul.
Beauty shall be my end product
In power will my beauty be displayed.



Details | Rhyme | |

Rapture

Oh day of promised rapture from final resting place,

The first desire of heart to see my Savior’s face!


The beckoning of trumpet will pierce the Eastern skies,

I yearn so much to greet him and behold him with mine eyes!


Shall I awake in dew clad morn or velvet star-lit night,

Anticipating robe and crown and wings of silver bright!


Enduring grace, sweet love divine did span thou earth’s creation,

Great Son of God who lived to die for sinners soul salvation!


I long to hold thy nail scarred hand and kiss your thorn pricked brow,

Though birthed in sin he snatched me from Hell’s fiery bowel!


Twas stately mansions glistening in heaven’s glory gleam,

Their beauty was astounding as nought I’d ever seen.


The prophets were conversing of ancient days of old,

While children laughed and played on shining streets of gold.


A reunion day is coming dear loved ones and missed friends,

Where we’ll always be together and time shall never end!


Nor tear did dim an eye, and daily cares were gone,

Thousands gathered there to join in angels’ song!


Hallelujah to the Highest, holy praises we did sing,

To lift our voices as one to Christ, The Mighty King!


Details | Free verse | |

I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Sonnet | |

Summer Tempest

Summer Tempest

My love! May you be eternal,
If you are my dream, day should never dawn,
You are my goal, you are my terminal,
If you are my shadow, sun should never be gone.
If you are my hallucinations, they should never die,
If you are my swoon, I would never revive,
If you are my laughter, I would never utter a cry,
My soul, from you, I derive.
May you be like summer tempest,
That pours on me all the sorrows of thou,
You are a treasure I need to quest,
Every time- tomorrow, yesterday, and now.
You are my sadness, you are my glee,
Sweetest thou, I live for thee.


Details | Rhyme | |

One Wish

Love & Miss You
Just Wanna Be With You
The man I always wanted to be 
But yet you were just a kid
A kid with a vision,
A Vision for greatness
Always had an open mind,
& To Everyone You Were Kind
You Could See, 
Who it was you wanted to be
I always looked up to you,
Even though we werent as close as I would of wished
There was just something about you, 
Something I never knew
Never understood til now
But You always stayed true
Now Im Not Only Living For Me
I Feel Like This Life Is Also For You
You Are Extremely Missed
& If I Had One Last Wish
I'd Wish For You!!


Details | ABC | |

perish

I'm hurt screaming and pulling my hair out
Sicken by the drought
Tears of fire
boiling as my blood turns to lava
Preying to Jesus cause only he knows what I'll do
Ran with the wrong crew
If only knew
It'll take a piece of me  with it
A block of my saneness with it
My livelihood has been invaded
My glory long faded
Gang violence underrated
I lost my friend do to mistaken identity
Because of his color he lost his dignity
No one knows what he meant to me, to us
A band aid ripped from a wound that will be forever busted
Arrested development
Suspended judgement
Caused an innocent life to perish
His life i will forever cherish


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

But It Rained...

Denver sang Annie's song and the wind howled and swept cold.
I paced across my flooded hall, gathering every drop
The fiery rain sold. Specks of cinder fell
On my face and burnt the skin at every place. I paid the price
To buy my drops to swallow pains centuries old.
Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter it went
As I yearned to be those leaves on the banyan,
Moist and cleansed of any gathered dust.
Grabbing my guitar I sat by the window to
Play some tune close to my heart. But the songs
Played themselves. They were close- too close!
My soaked fingers burnt on the fret and I knew not what
I played. All I felt that it burned and scorched while
The wind chilled and soothed others hurt and blaze.
The tree tops swayed to my pain and the clouds started to bleed,
While my fingers went numb playing on the strings. The wind
Whispered, "Burn such tears that no one needs."
A lightening quivered through the echoing space and the light
Blinded my blurry eyes. Like an artist's sketch it rose and fell;
Like the hope that rises and quickly dies. Through the balmy
Dark walls I saw Those eyes, piercing through the lull. Like the
Iceberg that slammed and pierced with ease
Through the great Titanic's hull. Couldn't stop my legs that
Walked me outside the door. Stood there I clad in rags
As the rain pelted; the wind sang ballads for a soaked crow.
It looked at me with a sigh and a frown; maybe I was its
Image of a clown. Roaring and dancing in an ecstasy of thefts,
With streamers and balloons to celebrate this death. Looking down
I saw a puddle, as my parched throat belched with pain.
I cried and Cursed and stretched my arms; screaming...
But it rained.


Details | Free verse | |

WHEN MEN VANQUISH MEN

Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and 
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace prevails perpetually,
Only then is the white flag raised high...

The ungarroted hearts of their unslayed passion write to fill blank pages,
The illusion of unspoken reflections tied with a yearning voice of freedom,
Unfolds a dream the tides of good will bring for the world beyond the laws of man,
While women bequest everlasting oaths and ode to the indestructible love of their
children,
Only then we are at peace just as grass fields flow with the wind...

The question of existence becomes certain on the facade of subterfuge and 
revenues of the hopeless,
Contumacious kings must configure and confide the paths of their people to 
protect and preserve,
Upon our eyes all exempt from the darkness of night, the day decides laud shall 
lead us on,
The night comes to give us rest and time to appreciate of what is now and what 
has been,
Only then to wake, rise, and see the morning sigh is the dream which has come
true...


Details | I do not know? | |

Solitary Knight

Drunk with revenge, the knight pondered,
Lit the candles, took the oath
Die for honor, foe to loathe.
Wounding the henge, the wind wandered.

Armlets and poleyns, helmet and mace,
Bloodthirsty sword in scabbard,
The lance mocking the Holy Hazard,
The haughty knight arrayed with grace.

Gold medallions adorned the chest.
Shoulder bore the mighty bow.
The carved shield, feathered arrow.
Wild stallion gorged with zest.

Rusty chains yielded at the knight’s behest.
Wooden doors bowed as if in fear.
Sweating moments crawling near,
Feeble puppets in Heavens’ written gest.

With veins bloating and mane floating,
Earthly Pegasus spurred to rise.
Tiny ray of light drowns and dies.
Mourning eddy of sky’s coating.

Cedars and elms, oaks and ebonies’
Moaning twigs and sighing foliage,
Ridden fast in wind’s winged carriage.
The hoofs trample on dainty conies.

Crimson dews on the knight’s forehead
Relics of rotten thorny fingers
The hope melts away, fear lingers
Stars lulled to die on the night’s deathbed.

On brink of an abyss
Drew the steed’s rein
Guilty jealous Cain
By sin’s precipice

Heart’s hate to sate
Unsheathed the lance
 The horse did prance
Taste Icarus’s fate…   


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

So Tiny

The thoughts of you, brings tears to my eyes. The tiny eyes, that I'll never get to look into. The tiny hands, I'll never get to hold. My heart breaks, when I think about, the tiny heart I'll never get to feel, the tiny voice I'll never get to hear, the tiny body I'll never get to hold closely. So tiny, So small. but our love for you, so strong.


Details | Bio | |

Miss Me

miss me when i'm here
love me when i'm gone
throw me down on the
bed tie me up tell me
that you care make
every mountian turn
my way let angels
cry and devils play
love me with all
your heart revenge 
my death with a
sharp sword. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Flames of Desire

Peer inside my soul,it's burred deep within its hole.
looking inside my mind, masked by all the pain and all the crime.
Nothing here to find, seek the new beginning at the end of mine.
There's no shame in crying,it's not as cold as dieing.
I try to mask my grief,by putting all my faith within my feet.
Trying to stand my ground but everything I love comes crumbling down.
My happiness is placed, deep within the surface almost as if erased..
Tear comes streaming out, leaving the trail of self doubt.
Place your hand within the fire, the true fate of desire.
Her smile leaves sparks, burning holes in the dark.
Love is the fire, that fills you with wild desire
Death rips us apart, a condescending art that breaks the heart.
Magic turned to tragic.
Fire turned to ash..we always seem to crash.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bloody Fingers

a tilted portrait on my wall

a crooked picture

about to fall

you've see one

you've seen them all



broken glass upon my floor

bloody fingers

bloody sore

a loud bang

banging at my door



Who goes there, I scream out

No answer

So I begin to shout

Weeping

What is all this crying about



The door swung open I do recall

there from my picture

once upon my wall

is her

coming to call


First, a warm embrace

Wrapped in leather

and then in lace

a beautiful smile

upon her face


But her smile soon did fall

like a crooked picture

once upon my wall

you've seen one

you've seen them all




Let it go, let her fall

Broken glass

a bloody scrawl

as bloody fingers

trail down 

the bedroom hall


Details | I do not know? | |

Deadly Macabred Blood Spilt A Spreadly Death.

From when'st this knife fallen from that yonder shelf...
Impels it's long slicable blade deep inside my self.
That blade which bade it's woeful cry so loud...
Gathered many a spectator's viewing crowd.
Blood which spreadeth it's widening reddened shroud...
Instilled it's red bathing, all to a wondering how'd? 
That orange reddened sun bathes the vulture, in
it's heated life shrinking rays of death stalking days...
Serpent's severed head, happly shone off it's protruding, 
elusive pointy forked tongue.
Jackal's fanged teeth had gnarled it's death delivering
quivered smiles...
To all the many horror striked fearing victim's.
The sun had set it's macbre shadow to toil and boil the earth...
Longly and lastly to end on this worldly planed, any chanceful
innocent one's by nature, it's long suffered birth.
Caw, Caw, ... No more forever moored! 

 
 


 


Details | Rhyme | |

Deep Within the Grave

Come here, I say, come closer
Let me tell you 'bout a tale
You're young, you can learn from this
So be sure to listen well
A gathered clan of kinsmen
I'd say the number equaled twelve
Each one found a higher calling
Forged by the Good Shepherd Himself
He brought these men together
They broke bread, then shared a pact
Nothing happens to the Master
Or one of us must spring to act
That day came as expected
He was charged with several crimes
The least brave of the twelve
Knocked on the door, knocked several times
They took Him, Roman soldiers
What do we do? I am afraid
By the time someone took action
He was deep within the grave


Details | Elegy | |

Fearless

Fearless  i go running in the night
barefoot on rich damp soil
stretching out my arms
in a cool wild flight
trees, they whisper in my ear_

dark wind on cold bare flesh i’m running 
hot face, heart pounds 
i feel the pull of a thousand years, 
and the way things used to be
and then, i hear the call

you are here
the time is now
and all things are as they are
the time is now
and you are here
all things are all things
and, all is meant to be

flight faster than thought in this light moon night 
as i slip between the bars
and i breathe the finest breath
homosapiens erect
moving, silently through the stars

you are here 
all things are meant to be 
the time is now
and all things are as they are


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Ok Mama To Let Go

it's ok mama to let go
for the angels told me so
i'm no longer afraid 
to be on my own

it's ok mama to let go
go be with daddy 
so he doesn't feel 
so all alone

it's ok mama to let go
you've earn your wings
for god has told me so

it's ok mama to let go
i'll be waiting and watching
for your spirits aglow

it's ok mama to let go
for god exponged that cancer
and now lets you travel to and fro



Happy Mother's Day Mama {1934 - 2005 }
RIP


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank YOU Letter

Thank YOU Letter



Thank You for loving me
It was Your undying love that saved me

Thank You for dying for me
It was Your precious blood that bought my liberty

Thank You for always being with me
You promised to never leave or forsake me

Thank You for the pain, suffering and ridicule You took for me
It is because of the Cross that I have been set free

Thank You for sending the Sweet Holy Spirit at any cost
For without Him I'd still be lost

Thank You for being a Friend that sticks closer than any brother
I truly love You--You're like no other

I wait patiently for You to return again
Thank You YESHUA for being a Friend til no end.

                                                         I love YOU.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Change

Why change your life when someone dies
Is it because of hurt and love and depression inside
Why not stick to your old ways
Is it because now you know you have not many days
Why not be happy like you were before
Is it because the one you were close to isn't near anymore
Why not be doing something you love on weekends and fridays
Is it because you are afraid that you will lose your remaining days
Why not talk about them and try to think about them 
Is it because it hurts to say i wish i could see them
Why not be happy when you pray to the one above
Is it because you are afraid to ask him why he took the one you love
Why not go to church on the usual sundays
Is it because you really don't wanna see anyone's bright face
Why not keep your house brightened after someone has passed 
Is it because you miss the fun and joy you had
Why not be joyful when you're being praised
Is it because  inside you've really been crying for days
So why be sad when the person you loved is gone
Truth is, it's because your heart feels empty and alone

Don't Be Afraid To Live After Someone Passed. You Have A Life Too.


Details | Free verse | |

A Walk With the Dead

In the blackest hour
of the blackest night
that the world had ever seen
I went forth among the tombs
for a walk among the dead

Pitch black stillness wrapped the earth
Not a star to mar the coal black above
I went forth in trembling fear
Seeking the tomb of my one true love

We had sworn no force below the earth
Or powerful God above
Could separate us, or still our hearts
So strong was our true love

Fortified by strong emotion
that no wind or sea or ocean
Could halt my steps or motion
I would find my love, my notion
To prove my heart's devotion

No angels above
Or demons below
though they met at the junction
of my dreams
Would slow my step
Into a world I had to know 

On that night so dark
near her grave so stark
The stone so cold and grey
My voiceless heart called out to her
It's words had much to say

Unblemished love we'd sworn would last
No death could rip asunder
Alone I felt besides her tomb
A sudden distant sound of thunder

The lightning streaked, it hit the ground
A cracknow, in the shattered earth
A mist so grey and vaporous
Shook me for all that I was worth

The ground, it shifted
Sounds of plaintive groans
The dead were restless that night
Among the cold grey stones

At her grave I shuddered sharp
My heart began to race
For at her tomb I now could see
My sweet love's saddened face

All about me then the spirits rose
There misty forms imploring
How they were so long forgotten
Though their souls were still enduring

For the dead danced that night
In the blackest hour then
I was rooted to the spot, beyond all sense of fright

I know not what next did happen
For I awoke on sheets of satin
The dancing bones in my mind
My love long gone back to her eternal rest
Someday soon I'll surely join them
No longer just a guess.


Details | ABC | |

Save a Child!

Another Beloved Child Dying;
Enduring Fright.
Grieving Hearts Ignite!
Justice Kindles,
Listen!
Maintain Needed Observation.
Passionately & Quickly Reunite!
Save Time,
Uncover Viels!
Watch.
X-hibit Yearning Zeal!


Details | Free verse | |

Gregory

Gregory, Just an average man, with no secret…

His life was all in order, no son, no wife, no daughter…

He was known for slaughter, not too many people know this…

He keeps a list, everyone, including the mistress…

He has no weapon, only his little, stupid thoughts…

Gregory had a talent no one else knew of…

He could sing, sing till’ the cows came home!

But once Gregory made his change, he was not the same…

He was always finding things to blame, thinking life was a game…

You could say that Gregory was the same…

Until the night he walked into the freeway lane…

Maybe Gregory was a little insane, maybe he was a little hue…

But smarter than most, he never knew how to smile…

He tried and tried, but to society he was a ghost…

His little, stupid thoughts covered his emotions…

Gregory always thought of why he was here…

Gregory started to taste alcohol, it started as beer…

Ended as Heroin, his words always were…

At least I’m someone…

He laughed; Gregory knew that was a bad assumption…

No family to call, Gregory started taking his problems elsewhere…

And his little, stupid thoughts were right there beside him…

He grabbed his grandmother’s wicker basket…

His only words were…

“Fantastic…”


Details | Free verse | |

Found You

Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow
beacon light empty from my soul
i hope and pray for a better life
i rise from the dark and desolated valley
flames withering my crippled palace
sadly crying for help
solid bitterness forever
sunlit dreams ever so beautiful
faith
destiny
nothing at all
justice 
freedom
lonely lives
ill brake through the chains
refuse night
midst whirl winds
honoring justice
vast oceans
i sit in my palace
blowing off steam
honoring justice ever so mean
work together and join hands
shameful despair 
hallowed daybreak
the tast of night
rolls down like waters
breaking through the hallowed hole
of my honored soul...


Details | ABC | |

NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA


America, the abundant, the place I was born 
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground 
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train 
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories 
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall, 
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France, 
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.















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TransME

I am white 
I glow, luminous
I spread my wings
Levitating, feet bare
Suffuse with power
Suffuse with joy

But oh, the regret!
As my halo falls to the dirt
And shatters into a thousand pieces
Indistinguishable.
Even I, the master of all, cannot it reconstruct

But oh, paralyzing terror
Eyes stretched across my face
Twisted countenance
The wickedness of which,
matched only, by my convulsing body
And my halo-less dome
As I sprout horns!
Massive horns!
Horns that I use
Horns that I use… TO KILL.

Oh, what pain!
Oh, how I am wretched, I yearn to feel again!
I must fly again, I must seek the angels!
Only they can restore me! ME!
But they will not
For now I am different
For now I am queer
I am born anew.
Reincarnated, writhing in red.
The red that I once feared.
WAIT, NO!
The red that I…
THE RED THAT I… FEAR.


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It was Never Enough

I just can’t believe it’s actually over. I loved him with all my heart. I was willing to sacrifice everything for him; my job, my family, my life here. I would have done it too. I would have moved there to be with him. It would have been worth it. Because to me, love is always worth it. I dreamed everyday he wasn’t ****ing here of him and I together. I would think of us constantly. All of what could be running through my head; our conversations, kissing, meeting, making love. I thought I knew what was to come. I was hopeful and excited for the future. I would count the months left until we could meet. I would count the money I had that would get me there. I would wait up for him at night and leave my phone next to me in the mornings. I sacrificed so much of myself, my time and my heart for him. And he doesn’t love me back.
I can’t believe I was so naïve and stupid. How did I actually let all of this happen? How did I not see the writing on the wall? It seems so clear now, so obvious he didn’t want me. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to want me, I wanted us I wanted love so badly I did everything in my power to keep him here. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.


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Jersey Shore Eyes

Your Jersey shore eyes met my graveyard colored ones.
With the strangest contact lenses meeting the dying mocking birds of the purple 
clouds in my mind.
We stood as the world seemed to spin around us.
The way nothing made sense in this tangled dream.
The crimson sorrows spilling from the deepest secrets in our hearts.

And you kissed me.

I could taste every boy and every girl that has ever placed their mouth on yours.
The bittersweet harmony of death and December.

And I love you.

Your strawberry lips and your bright blue eyes entrance me.
Mesmerize the February of the final memory that we shared.
And maybe this meant nothing.
If nothing meant everything. 
The electricity of the collision of your kiss.
The way my hand fits in yours.
I listen to those songs you wrote me.
I listen to your voice. 
I was so afraid to hear the message.
Beautifully hidden between your sadness.
You’re so perfect. 
You’re sugar porcelain.

You’re a porcelain straightjacket.

You keep me in you like the pictures in my mind. 
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.
I lie for you, I breathe for only you.
You are second hand smoke,
Killing me slowly.
Because love IS the slowest form of suicide.
And if you kiss me now, you'll kill me quickly.

So kiss me now. And kill me quickly.


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truth of war

Swords flash with a glint of lightning
Men yell with a voice of thunder
Innocents killed and become the earth
Grass turned the red of flame 
Water turns to blood and food to ash
Such is war


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Dissappearing Butterflies

Your love runs cold down my spine,
From the touch I can, no longer feel.
My love has gone away far from my heart,
Within the words you will never say.

I can no longer feel you lips,
Your body isn’t pressed into mine. 

When you found your way into my arms,
Why didn't you tell me you were dying?

I opened my heart for you yet, 
You never had the chance to enter.
You were my love,
Why did you have to disappear?

Seeing you fade away was something I never wished to see,
Your where mine, the only person that completed me.
As I watched your butterflies fly away into the night,
A part of me flew away with them.

The memory I hold of you is not one that would ever go away.
Seeing you smile while in my embrace,
For once in my life, made me feel like I was alive inside.

My tears only fuel the sadness plaguing my heart,
I just want to fall apart.
Maybe if I died as well I would be able to see you again,
Feel you.

However, as I sit in the cold looking up into the sky
I realize that I can still see you.
I can still see the butterflies somewhere among the stars,
Looking down at me with that smile I loved so much.

I will never feel love again,
Only the love you had for me.
I hope wherever you are, wherever the butterflies have taken you,
My love will forever stay.


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Sisters

Genetically imaged of self
Back to back
we are the for each other,
day and night,
in life and spirit
You teach me all things;
oscillate between 
positive and negative,
right and wrong,
in and out,
up and down…
We may fight, disagree;
but deep down 
it’s because we care
on such deep level
Like it’s ‘me’, 
that wants be there
Guess what is most important,
are the moments that we share
We are sisters,
we are family,
and with love
are always there!


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winter's afterglow

stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains,
delicate pure white flakes danced;
swirling, twirling, rhythmically.

she stood, nose pressed tightly
against the window pane; gazing in awe
at the magic the snowflakes created;
as tears spill from her emerald green eyes.

the cabin is warm, radiating a comforting glow
a fresh pine scent lightly sweetens the air;
she fights the memories, as she begins to shake.

fingers entwined, she tries desperately to hang on
be present in the moment;
"stop, stop, stop" she says, stomping her feet;
she falls to her knees; quivering. 

she holds tightly her arms and begins to rock,
feeling his presence in his favourite black sweater;
she cannot bring herself to take off.

giggling sounds permeate her thoughts
cocooned in his aura, his essence, his scent;
she feels his lips kiss the nape of her neck,
his strong hands caressing her hair.

she rocks and rocks, time ceases to stop,
as she falls deep into a rich
moulton pool; his smouldering brown eyes.

her lips part; barely into a smile at
his joy when he surprised her with the cabin; 
their oasis away from home.

she wipes away a tear, beams from within
as she recalls the snowball fight, he lost, she won.
he scooped her up, carried her with glee,
over the thresh hold of their cabin; 
their oasis; their heart's retreat.

a decadent white rug bought just for her
lay invitingly in front of the fire,
fiery orange embers crackled and glowed.
he gently laid her down; "my beauty" he said.

they drank champagne, drunk in each other,
wrapped up in his care, she felt peace.
as they lay basking in winter's afterglow,
he whispered "this is my time, i must go".

startled, she sat up, staring deep in his soul,
as snowflakes twirled and danced, 
fresh pine lightly sweetened the air;
he breathed one final breath; then he let go.

her screams were not audible, her body convulsed
as she lay on his chest; her heart; her home.
she cursed the night and winter's afterglow
sobbing "not him, not him, please take me too".

she fights to bring herself back
to the here and the now,
as embers slowly dim, she wobbily stands
clutching tenderly his urn, she must set him free.

the stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains
she opens the window, where dreams breathed of life;

with tears cascading
she releases her love; her life;

to become one 
with the magic of;
winter's afterglow.


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The Death of Doubt

The Death of all doubt,
Now slain by your words,
Stained with your ink,
Like blood on woodwork,

Downward I spiraled,
Day after day,
Into an abyss,
Losing my way,

Vain efforts and pain.
Pain to heavy to hold,
Crying; an escape,
On nights alone and cold,

Sold on depression,
As my only friend,
Torturing my mind,
Until it all ends.

Then I found you,
My light in the dark,
Killer of melancholy,
A fire from a spark,

Apart yet burning,
Strong enough to fight,
Nothing can extinguish,
Our flame shall remain bright,

How right this all is,
To not question trust,
Simple and perfect,
... I love you so much.

The Death of all doubt,
Now slain by your words,
Stained with your ink,
Like blood on woodwork.


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The final Escape


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They'd Break His Body, Break His Bones

He woke that day
He knelt there at that rock
His Father's wishes
He prayed for it to stop
With folded Hands
He looked up t'ward the sky
With heavy heart
He asked the Father why
Then came the hour
He felt so all alone
But in God's glory
They'd break His body, break His bones
And to the kingdom
He would meet His Father there
No greater love
No man could ever share


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Can You Hear It

The sound of my spirit

is so beautiful

you just need to get closer

you need to get near it

if you want to 

hear it

what are you so afraid of

you shouldn't

fear it

one kiss

just a little bliss

i promise there is nothing wrong 

with this

just one more

then you can reminisce

and i can miss

the great abyss

that is my spirit

shhhh

can you hear it?


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FREE CEE i really need someone to answer this question for me

        HELP!

if i'm watching a mango grow ripe
and i'm sucking on a pipe
if i was smoking crack and pot and as much as i've got
doesn't that make me a crack pot?
     (c)copywrite 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~


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Lifeboat men so brave

Lifeboat men so brave............

A personal tribute to the man and woman of the R.N.L.I. 
"The Royal National Lifeboat Institute". 

Bravest men amongst the brave, 
The lifeboat volunteers. 
Precious people saving lives, 
As they've done for many years. 

Through the waves of raging water, 
Being battered by the storm. 
These precious people saving lives, 
Heroes one and all. 

Being called in all conditions, 
Whether sunshine, snow or rain. 
Never knowing what's ahead, 
Or will they see their homes again!!! 

Hurricanes and twenty foot waves, 
Smashing at your soul. 
Dedicated lifeboat men, 
With a never ending goal. 

So many crewmens lives been lost, 
Still many lives they save. 
Always putting themselves at risk, 
These lifeboat men so brave. 

To the R.N.L.I. volunteers, 
With such courage there's only few.   
May the seasons always bring you home, 
As the Lord watches over you.


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The Succubus I Date

You’re the succubus at the edge of my bed
that use to call at night. I was nearly dead.
You would climb on top of my creased corpse 
and claim my soul through the fleshy pours
still letting off the last remaining heat of life.
You laid your naked body on mine in spite
of the fact that you had already taken
all the religion I had left for praying.

And now, in my last blurry waken days,
you still perch yourself like a bird of prey
over my bed post and laugh at the ghosts
of my past. You have some reason to boast.
You crept up while I was half asleep
and covered me with the purple sheet.




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Love Lost At Sea

So many things that seem to hide,
Are washed away like a sparkling tide,
Lost forever out at sea,
How reflective this is of me.

Storm tossed waves of memories,
Frothy thoughts of what could have been,
Fears of drowning in this rush,
Around my head memories are lush.

I hope to see my savoir soon,
Shining at me like the moon,
So beautiful his light shines bright,
I know in second that this is right.

At last he came to rescue me,
A storm tossed damsel lost at sea,
He takes me to his paradise,
To live together till our demise.
 


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Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too




In Loving Memory 
       of 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }


Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }


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POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS OF THE SOUL

Most poets tell the truth of life 
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose;
To compose is but their duty.

Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.

Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith, and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they've never met before.

One merit of a poet's work, 
Which most people cannot deny, 
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.

Their poems are used to convey passion
By composers of both good and evil mood.
Some are hateful others loving
Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food.

They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.

The wild birds sing and flowers bloom 
As clouds form figures in the sky. 
But only poets will write poems
That shall last long after they die.

God has always had his poets 
Who he watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too 
Who try to lead us from our grace.

Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.


By Tom Zart


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Star-Crossed Lovers

This is a Romer & Juliet Poem.
I love that book.
------

Victims of fate,
Running out of hope.
Hoping to get back together,
To be with their loved one forever.
Wishing to hold on to each other,
These star-crossed lovers. 
 

The plans that never worked,
The ideas that had failed.
Soon this entire fate,
Will bee mislead cause of their demise.
Wishing to kill for one another,
These star-crossed lovers.


 

Always to be remembered.
This wife Juliet,
And her Romeo.
To love one another,
These star-crossed lovers.
These victims of fate.
They could have had hope.
These star-crossed lovers,
Will always have love.


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once longing love

This time your eyes don't seem to bare the familiar strength
you been staying away from me you've gone to every length
i did every thing i could to lend a helping hand
now your broken and its hard to under stand
this was no ones plan love makes harsh demands

even though i can see your heart is truly broke
when i tried to hold you i was just a joke
now things are changed nothing like before
i have become something so much more
a ache still nags deep within my core a life left in ashes spread upon the floor

i wonder where you ll go who you ll see
i wonder if the only thing you think about is me
the empty hole of things left unsaid
a wall of noise stands strong in my head
some how this feel like I'm dead but I'm watching in you go instead

how many times could i try to be the one you needed but i know it was the ego i feed ed
a callous soul without any notion of truth hope or devotion
farewell my once longing love


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Not Alone

For now that I have gone home
It is time for you to hold the throne
To fear the least my young child 
Just know that you are not alone.

To hear the whispers and see the flickers 
To remember our little Jokes and long snickers
To avoid any groans and moans
Just know that you are not alone.

For a vision that may overtake
A site of me you may mistake
For what Im now could be stone 
Just know that you are not alone.

Within this world of great deceased
I bring about you joy and peace
And with every smile on your face its shown
So just know you are not alone. 

For one day soon you will come
And again together we'll be as one
Within this heavenly place called home
Until then just know that you are not alone.

And that you are still alive
In you my child I shall reside
But one day eventually you will see
the same treatment done to me--
In which my master will set YOU free.


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Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see



Tribute To Love



Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest


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Sadness

The women stood in front of the table 
Her sad hands
Empty
Hallow
With nothing
she looked at her daughter
smiles and laughter
i wish her the best
nothing less
the sun shines on your golden hair
i love you, dear
Dont get hurt
promise me you wont
take my hand
one last time
forever more
say that you must
smile
dance
laugh
sing
just promise me you will dream
when i fade to grey
you are getting older 
you have a life
children of your own
you start to cry
clutch to my hand
ill never leave
im always here
Clinging...


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Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


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To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost
Who longed for a home
Where dreams are encouraged
And spirits can soar
Instead you were given
A house that was cold
With cruelty and anger
And constant reminders 
How worthless you are

To the little boy lost
With words you were broken
As you faded from life
Your eyes dark and empty
Once full of light
Now searching the shadows
For places to hide
From a childhood that haunted
The rest of your life

To the little boy lost
My friend and my brother
Though younger than you
To this day, guilt and pain makes me wonder
Why time brought me through
But left you behind
Where you carried inside
The little boy lost
Who had nothing to lose
And no hope inside
When you ended your life

To the little boy lost
Who's part of my soul
Wherever you are
I hope you have found
What you never could find
Here in this life
A place to call home

Kevin D. Fix


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Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


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Empty Rooms

Cry out world
Cry out in agony
For the man you killed needlessly

Cry out for the woman
Trampled beneath roaring armies
Saluting soldiers
And sudden death

Cry out for those
Left alone in empty rooms

Cry out at the entombed,
the submerged,
the torn apart

Take two pieces to make the one
Take time and touch
Take love and life

To the man wandering in the desert
Uttering thoughts in solitude
I must give a hand
The desert is empty
and dead
Let us leave it.


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Recognizing You

Im in a better mood today,
Realized something important,

Feeling life is more than living a day,
Honoring and maintaining your is the best way.

Running in circles is the worst life program,
lets break out some crafts and make a new diagram,
Must review the old crap, scribble it out, but never erase,
Learning from history, you can embrace the future's taste,

Look at your goals,
How many points have you scored?
You're looking to start new records,
Change your attitude, you'll do much better,

If you're negative,
you must retrain your brain,
Turn that energy into something positive,
Otherwise you'll continue to drive everyone insane,

World is full of too many that turn their heads,
Maybe that why you don't get a good nights sleep when your in bed,
Toss and turn, toss and turn, kick, whatever else comes to you,
time for a new routine, something is bothering you,

Do what you feel makes you count,
Never too late for a rebound,
Don't let others get you down,
If you want it badly,
You're triumphs will make them frown

They'll disapprove,
They'll gossip,
They'll give dirty looks,
But when you open your mouth...
They wont say *****to you.
You've done something they've failed to do
Recognized the potential you got in you!


















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Kiss of Death

Angels of death, thieves of hearts
You are trapped once their entrancement starts
The only escape of their spell is eternal rest
Hades enjoys using temptation the best
His servants are well versed in his charms
Demons of magnificent grace leading you into his arms
Their beauty hides malicious intent
Their master is Satan, from fire they were sent
To lure those on the brink
Into the merciless pits of anguish they sink
Succubi and incubi, creatures of darker than night
Look instead to the light
It is so easy to fall to their enchantment
Their evil shows not a hint
False feelings take away every care
Past everything, into your soul they stare
Unbearable is the loss of their presence
Heartbreak involving them is intense
Once you taste their power you'll always want more
Yet, be it by homicide or suicide, only the end is in store
Kiss me now, steal my last breath
My darling, my love, my life and my death


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VAMPYRE WEDDING

            VAMPYRE WEDDING                               
I make you mine tonight, to have and hold,         
   to lie forever in this love I feel,                         
I bring an end to ever growing old,                         
   and close your eyes, to all that is not real.               
                                                            
I give you love, that others never know!        
   The joy of life found only in its end!                     
And dressed in love, we go, as we must go,                  
   into the dark! The night! The only friend!                  
                                                            
I give you death! Then take you ev'rywhere!                
   To know all things; and answer to no-one!               
To have it all! To do as you would dare!
    within the dark, where life has surely gone!                
                                                            
        I make you mine! I sink my teeth into          
        your waiting flesh, and drink the love of you!


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Reap your Harvest

Genius we are when we sow a good SEED,
Nurture to the fullest and think about the REAP,
SEE shiny days passing the way
Moon bring Night and so Sun as the Day

Strolling in the garden thinking about your deeds,
Praying to GOD with Pearls and the Beads,
Pearls is your Patience and Beads are your deeds,
When you see your seed growing 
you know your action worked,
you twinkled and you Peeped
You got to know---
As you Sow So shall you REAP!!


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The Great Pretender

I want to write the perfect poem
 
I know it's out there somewhere
 
Searching for home
 
I want to sing the world's most beautiful song
 
I know it's out there somewhere
 
Longing to belong
 
I want to paint the most beautiful scene
 
With all of Vincent's beautiful colors
 
Red, blue, yellow, purple, lavender and green
 
I want to write the picture perfect ending
 
I want you to love me
 
But I shouldn't go on pretending


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this baby

this baby that is born on christmas day
why is he here
why did he live
this baby was born to take our sins
yet we feast and party christmas
we don't bless this child 
we don't care that he is born
we don't care that he died on the cross
we don't understand what he was for
this baby born on christmas day


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THE DISTORTION OF MAN



We’re sought  by Satan of that I’m sure
As he plots to derail our soul.
Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear
Are deeds which facilitate his coal.

He smiles at lies, cheating and theft
He laughs at never-ending war.
He drools to conquer the hearts of man
Shadowing every window and door.

Tempting all with unclean pleasures
His success is weakness and desire.
We triumph only through the power of faith
Avoiding eternal torment and fire.

Goodness and evil illustrate life
Like the two sides of  every coin.
Most can’t help but experience both
As we learn who to trust, follow and join.

Praise our Lord for morals and ethics
The laws of  heavenly command.
Without God’s armor and his grace
We become the distortion of man.


By Tom Zart






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Surprising Love

You see her sit there
lonely as she could ever be
sad and alone there
while crying gental tears 
when she looks at you she wipes thoughs tears smiles and waves

You look at the sand and then the water that 
crashes at your feet
surprisingly you see her walk to you.
while you thought what to say
you fell in love while just the glimps of eye to eye
is all they needed

You too can't believe the fun you guys
spent with each other every day
the love you shared
the faith between you guys
the gracefulness and hope

He told her he needs to go back to the army in a day
but when he leaves 
years past by and the love of his dreams died
from to much worry

"Oh, i wish i was beside your side" he cried 
over and over but couldn't change anything
"Come back" he cried louder.

Then in a coupe of days the man goes back to war
while he fought in battle as strong as possible
he gets shot in the back and in the heart
But the last words he said were


    " Im comin' home honey."


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Oath Unbound: Psalm 2

I speak of a passion which only God can deny
for what other Force may decide when Heroes should die
Along rainswept passages and rut-strewn way
I see my brothers stoop'd down to pray

We each stumbled and groped down this unwalked path
unknown to eachother but sharing in wrath
but woe to those of us who would undo
the will of God, for his anger would ensue

Soldiers and Heroes, martyrs among us halved men
we bled and we died before the whips of angellic sin
our wings be clipped, our crowns lay shattered
but for all our strength we were able to do what mattered

Alas! In the End of Day and Night!
When Heaven shies behind the edges of mortal sight!
I still hear the choirs sing and chime
In their hymns there exists no Time

Only for a moment dare I shut my ear
even'ough the Dark Enemy draws ever near
I fear that the skies cannot hold still
Paradise shakes for the Devil's will

I only wish'd for a moment's reprieve
a moment away from my Master's sleave
But for a Man such as I, chained to oaths all worlds decry
I can never forever hope to know what it's like to be free

O' a moment passes all too soon
my ear opens up, my hands re-bound, my brief stillness ruin'd
the sword and the shield fastly to my hand
the war is not o'er and my blood still feeds the land

Retract! Retract!
Bitter dreams to waylay and distract
My focus returneth to the fight ahead
I return to toil, to labor, until the enemy falls dead

Drop to drop, my blood runneth down
Almighty God drives my blade, my Dark Enemy found
down He lays, emptied of life from every vein
And forever after I see my Dark Enemy, my brief freedom slain


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BIG

Cryptic slow points, and fake kisses in poetic phrases
kind of  like gun points in your faces, in centimental form,
making you feel torn, between guilt trips, bar dips, pipe sips
180 degree mind flips. Don't know where you're from sun of a gun,
draining all the fun. Questioning who your real friends are
as they pouring out their little hearts with dizzying mind spells,
compelling tall tells, you dirt bag "peace" of ...
mind split, don't know where you're going
don't even know exactly what it is you're knowing.
draining the stars that chase the sun
and you're watching them die out
one by one.


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swallow the heart

the night is endless grey
& stretches out
all lines & lights
waiting to swallow
the heart
of everything
you might have known
it lies half dormant
beneath the pavement
under layers of damp earth
& sings it's hymns
to the worms
when we've joined them
in that darkness
they will whisper to us
it's secrets
& we will know
that dawn & waking
were all along
illusion


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Love, The darkest angel..

Life, O how it means so little any more,
My heart was made of steel and the maker made no door,
How is it that my soul once seamed to sore,
But now the pain seeps through while leaving a pool upon the floor,
Nothing makes sense and I feel so confused,
She's left me alone, my spirit's been beaten and used,
But there's a cruel smile that crosses her face,
Like the darkest angel with some unquinchable taste,
A taste for a life that seams just out of reach,
So I'm left here alone with nothing to learn or no one to teach..


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FLY-BOYS



World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart







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This Noose Named Jesus

before i knew what living was
i lived what i thought was life
and all i ever did was stumble
fall and trip upon a knife

just as the blade pierced my skin
the thought of you fell in my head
giving me one chance to breathe
before my broken life was dead

i opened my mouth to scream
but cries of help came out
it was then, i realized
what i was going to kill was about

the thoughts i had about you then
were all i wished would not exist
i'd bite my lip until it bled
to avoid you with clenched fists

every hate i had about you
drove the knife inches closer
so many times i wished to live
just to pray that it'd be over

i tried to run away to hide
to keep a secret all my hate
because i knew if i knew you
it would be my hates fate

the knife before me cried out
'hug me once and you'll feel fine'
but in your heart you knew
'that soul was and is and will be mine'

you were the noose that saved me
killing all the life i lived
you loved me through all the sins
i never thought one could forgive

a blinding light to see truth
was what i lacked just to see
through all the sex, drugs, rock and roll
in your house you wanted me

if empty never sounded right
why did i wait so long
to realize how much i needed you
and admit that i was wrong

you have called me to be the one
to place you round others necks
so you may end the lives they live
stop unneeded train wrecks

circumcise my heart for my sake
bleed your blood upon my life
shine through me so others see
you can save them from their knife...


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Eve- The Death of Innocence

Links in a chain remind me of floats in a parade come crashing together hard like a veil over a charade the truth now exposed in a vessel named Eve who lays there naked holding her breasts firm, in plain view Her heart goes into an arrest you can see her pain as she quivers violently dying no use crying now that her end has come she knows shes just begun a certain virgin cycle just one of the disciples could follow her new way A pile of guilty ashes portray a world innocent no more all burned out by evil forces their plain white noises echo as screams in my dreams that quickly turn to new nightmares of such a beautiful ending that gives resemblance to an empire of innocence crumbling down like a chain Eve was her name


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A Moment In Time

A moment in time where we must face ourselves
A moment that not all of us will treasure in the future
We are naught but a life, a soul, and a posterity
Forced to seek inner guidance
A moment in time that will force most of us into a deep state of self doubt and 
self pity
We will bring ourselves satisfaction by breaking an unpenatratable evil wall that 
reconciles from fear
Although for some it is possibly an abomination to do so
A moment in time that will bring a gift,
A gift to ourselves, a condescending demeanor of hope and praise
A moment that will bring us eventually just not to our downfall but to our death


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Agony

You took me home, I drink to much because of you my livers turn to dust
You got me high my lungs have quit for the last time.
And because of you my obsession grows more and more with each passing day.
I do it more to feel the high but it just won’t come back to me. 
I tried to walk but it’s so hard I just end up on my back staring into the sky.
You came to me to help me back onto to my feet.
And helped walk me back to the car even with my resistance you took me home.
I’m sick of the things you have said and done while leaving me high and dry.
I’m so messed up from what you've said and I’m on the brink of dieing out, of 
this place you call my home.
I’ve tried to make since of all the things you have said to me, But it is impossible 
to stay on track. Some people shouldn’t be alive. That’s how I feel.
Like I’m not needed in this life, even though it might hold something I should 
uncover,
I’ve never searched these things in mind that should be found, but yet apparently
unattainable to keep track, it’s almost impossible to grab a hold of the thing that 
are most vital to your life. 
When you are in a life where all you do is getting smashed and seared. And you 
try and try to help me up, but you took one move… You took the one wrong move...
You took me home. Because of you my life now sucks!
And it’s now whirling out of my control 
I feel I’m fading from this place that you have brought me to 
So take my away from here I need not to see your face in front of mine 
So get away... away from me!
Why is it when you call my name, I’m put in a state of misery
I’m am so perplexed, can’t see straight
I’ve tried to go and find my-self it's just so frustrating
I can’t take the fact that you entered my life at an age that I do not know
And I try to ask my-self what can I do to help me out of this awful state
Of misery.
Than you made an effort to help me up, but then I see a whole new being and it’s 
not you but somewhat else… I see… I see My-self!?!
I think I helped my soul from this death I think that I have come to my sixth 
senses and have turned my life around.
But you still make that one last go to start this all another time
You took me home with this agony
And I ask you one last time why did you make my life this living hell!?!


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Why Should A Rose Be Red

Why should a rose be red?

Danger, caution, blood.

Why should a rose mean love?

Heart break, betrayal, lust. 


Why should I have listened?

Naive, young, a fool. 

Why should I have believed? 

Ignorance, fear, hope.


Why should you be dying?

Revenge, justice, hate.

Why should I follow?

Remorse, guilt ... pain.


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WAR OF LILIES AND OF ROSES (On the rape of Lucrece)

WAR OF LILIES AND OF ROSES

Lilies white, blushing with red roses sweet
A lily-rose fair, unstained, Rome's virtuous Lucrece
Of beauty so strong, even in desire, men doth retreat. 

Sextus Tarquinius vile with the lust that men enclose
Defiant, would defile, such a flawless rose
Unable to repose his swelling desire
Enraged by her beauty, to merely admire
Nympholeptic he, to acquire    
Lucrece of the rose rubbed cheeks and lily white face
In lust Sextus Tarquinius wist wilt and debase 
And force open lily white thighs 
	deified
  		   he	
		     defiled
				   she
To wrench such peddles enclosed
Ravaging such a sacred lily, rose
	eros
	     sore
		     bled
Till white stained red, both thigh and bed
Leaving such a sweet flower torn, alive
So, polluted, no longer chaste, she with dagger neat
Did drive sharp between her bosom's blossom, sweet
Which did anoint red the sheet
Roses spilled; lilies retreat.

Death be sweet and release 
Rome's sweet Lucrece

Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


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at a time like this

at a time like this 
	there are no words
just the feeling of the feeling
	alive
in all its' beauty and terror
in all the awe and wonder
	we find
		ourselves
			once again
	perplexed
by the science of love
	cowering
the concept of death


at a time like this
	we are the words
the speech of a speechwriter's pen
	written
in all its' truth and error
in all the breath and power
	we find
		ourselves
			once again
	moving
mountain masses by faith
	yet cutting
our own brothers down

at a time like this
	the words are here
in flesh, in blood, filled with spirit
	breathing
in all its' passion and fire
in all its life and freedom
	we find
		ourselves
			new in form
	loving
the ones who feel no love
	and gracing
the world through Your eyes


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I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo


as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too




Tribute To The Unborn


Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All


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Redemption

Upon your eyes did I look, upon the tree of destiny, where Love Crucified hung so desperately. Awaiting your judgement. Friends watched. Soldiers mocked. Townsfolk jeered. I saw you through my eyes, drowning in solitary tears. Your arms spread out so openly, your spirit fading. The day became the night in the blink of an eye. A temple's veil torn in half. At your Father's one command you let out a cry, slowly, silently, slipping from your life. I gazed upon your lifeless body. So lost am I, frozen at the pinacle of the cross. Shepherd me home where I am again safe with you. Save me, Bread of My Soul. Body of My Life. Savior, Lord Jesus Christ. Echoing your one ascending name, again shall you rise. Dancing away with all of my sins, God of the Skies. Giving me the chance to live again, Redemption, sweet Redemption.


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A Long Journey's Ride To Death's Own Door

Yea tho' i may busy myself at the docks to an unbusied time.
Watching idly the tick of the clock's digited passage.
Manual labor tugs at my unattentive sleeves as like a well loosened
Untucked shirt tail stuck in the menotinous cogwheels of time's-
Slowly moving forward at a much quickened state.
How may i progress at a much needed sped up pace.
Only thru time to be disportinately and unresponsively slowed down
As if stuck, forever walking up a much sped up, downward escelater? 
Slip knots tied loosely to a pier, while sadly and lonely moored.
Pelicans flap away low to water's edge.
Shadows hide one homeless vagrant sipping or nursing a bottle of 
mouth wash purchased by a begging of money outside a dollar store's
busy doors.
I sadly come down from a wild ride of depressioned state.
Is it too late to escape this unworthy punished state of self pity.
I have beckoned my own stately lonely epesode of depressioned
solitude.
Head shrinkers may be my only life saver that may be tosed down to
my only lonely way.
This gun in my hands beg an aiming attraction to my head...
To at last give me that one and lonely peace to the many, many silent 
lonely long forgotten dead.
Bang! 
The end. 

 
 


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Death's Beckoned Door Well Welcomed.

Many busied minutes have been spent upon my brow....
As formed of sweat that be hanging on down as if not enow.
A toilment of movement has haunted my graying cloud about my head...
Following oh following b'neath my dread.
Will'st this dread bring about my unlying day reckoning of being dead? ...
Watching and waiting the spread of dread, whilst it does do change
into it's renewed spreading dread.
That clock on yonder wall does well haunt me...
Ticking it's unconcessive sound well ached to ear.
How will i manage to unbitter this sounding well resounding attacked
to my one good ear? ...
Haste to thee these all wasted many year.
Alas i must bid not one good fare thee well as not...
Hence my choice to die and proceed straight into that dismal hell.
Death still mocks me as i sit and dwell...
I shan't ever feel safe as well.
Death promises to me a long yearning respite...
This in the end to me will finally delight. 

 
 


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I Remember Halloween

The sun went down too quick, 
Our own planet on that hill.
We'd settled for the tricks,
Or treats took form of pills.
The leaves has just started falling,
Gave life to dead, grey streets.
I never heard myself calling,
As I clung tight to my seat.

I was so dead to fall,
Inside that cold sidewalk.
It was so hard to be, 
The September we used to see.
You just let go,
And I let myself fall with you.
Never have I felt so cold,
Never have you seemed so blue.

The car ran off the ledge.
The water so cold and null. 
In our cancerous explosion of love,
The stars above seemed to dull.
As we lay on the shore,
We realized we were wrong.
Everything we thought we knew about music,
Everything we though we knew about love.

And you told me, your voice still strong,
"Say every word like it's a poem,
And your voice becomes the song."

I don't remember the end,
Or any day between.
But I'll always remember your face,
I remember Halloween.


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Inlove With Her And Novacaine

Never knew love the way I know it now
Never will I know even when I ask how
She left and that was all
I'm trying desperately to climb outside this wall
I grip the roses stem and blood drips down my wrist
I drop to the floor, put my hands on my forehead while in a fist
We shared an oath from our lips to Gods ears
I placed myself in front of her knife to the heart to quench her fears
It killed me to love and lose
I'm losing sleep so I smash my clock back to snooze
I can't believe I thought she was the one to save me
It turns out she was the one to enslave me
My trust ran deep like blood coursing through her vein
I need to numb the bitter taste so I use novacaine
The thought of her is making my heart race
My walls are gone and now I have too much space
I think my loss is starting to hit me
I can't breathe at the thought that she will forget me
I fall from my knees with my face sideways on the floor
I grip the rose tighter & tell myself I don't want to love evermore
I'm fighting the truth and reality at this time
I'm in too deep, I'm too weak to climb
I feel a cold running through my veins followed by a last chill
My eyes are awake yet my body lie still
The lights are dimming and my life is flashing in spurts
I guess this is what it means when they say love hurts...


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As Thirteen Years Has Passed On By

As thirteen years has passed on by 
and I hear our songs today I still cry 
I still very much hurt inside 
and my love for you will never subside. 

As I drive up and down California now 
I can still remember all our great times together 
mostly going fishing in any kinds of weathers 
and driving the big rig   together. 

I am still sad that you have passed on 
but our love for one another will never die 
for it lives on through my heart and mind 
in my dreams and memories of us and our great times. 

I am thankful for our 3 years of precious moments together. 
You my dear love will always be in my heart and mind   forever. 
I Love and Miss You Jerry So Very Much
Thank You My Dear Love For All Our Great Times


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THE LAST GOODBYE



I’m on my way to greet my master
And shake his hand when I die.
I’m on my way to john sweet Jesus
In his mansion beyond on high.

I’m on my way to escape man’s woes
Where the faithful rise to tell their story.
Following the path of love and compliance.
Guided by God’s magnificence and glory.

As I journey to and from all I love
It hurts to say my absolute goodbye.
I’m on my way to divine fulfillment
But for those left behind, “I cry”.

The Last Goodbye


By Tom Zart
Soldier For The Lord









  



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Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels

  
  

On a cross… Jesus suffered 
for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.
 

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.
 

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;
 

“Father forgive them.”  
  “They don't  know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.
 

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!
 

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.
 

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!
 

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!
 

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

 

By Jim Pemberton  03/11/11



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A Harbored Freedom's Light

Fro' harbor light was doomed this night...
That Eastward lo' was said.
Beyond it's glare received well flight...
As best as always the wondering stare.
Oh hopeless test that request thy best...
Light beams signal the futured fight.
Well praying hands send out all hope...
This hope of a hopeless flight.
Beyond it's glare of signaled death....
Twas' sent it's freeing beam of light.
Sadness of war was read by night...
To end man's wars most hideous fright.
Begin this tale of war's worst sight....
Left desolated by mortar's most fiery roast.
Perhaps one tale-T'will spread thy tale of
death's unholy fearsome most...
Retreat thy army's bodied blood.
Retreat and save all life...
Retreat for God's sake by man.
Let go thy hunger for man's own-
-name of land and wife...
Harken hastly to snare this freedom by U.S. 


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Love, Death, Hate

Love int he morning
Death of my soul
i look apon you
all i see is myself looking back
do you even care, have you ever?
i felt my heart beat against yours
but you pushed me away
and closed the doors
you broke my heart the patched it back together
you told me the "we were perfect and would last forever"
but you look at us now
we have nothing
no love
no hate
no regret
no pain
Empty...
filling with nothing
i brake across the withered flames
and start to scream your name
theres nothing but my hallowed heart
dieing because were apart
you left me and never turned back
i feel like a crack head and your my crack
i need you like a pencil needs paper
youve moved on and left me empty
how did you do it?
how did you just move on and forget about me?
is she better?
I just hope your happy
i love you like crazy
death of my soul
love in the morning
i look next to me and i lay there alone...


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Hands

I hold out my hands
much to my surprise
they are touched
and, I find a new dimension
What?
to explain would be tedious
I hold out my hands


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VII: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations 
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.

He tells me what he sees, 
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders

Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised

Conquered by all of the hope 
of your allies
the few that still dare to 
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions

The King best exists in the pretense 
of pretendness
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
your Magus.


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AlexanderThe Great





King Philip his father engaged a new teacher
When Alexander turned thirteen.
Aristotle the greatest mind of his time
Gave Alexander his taste for the unforeseen.

Alexander dreamed of a one world empire
Held together by one king and tradition.
After his father was murdered by rivals
He ruled in his place with conviction.

Philip’s death caused conquered kingdoms to rebel
And for next two years Alexander forced them to concede.
The huge Persian Empire of King Darius III
Posed the greatest threat to Greeks and their creed.

The Persian cavalry numbered over forty thousand
Plus one million foot soldiers with weapons and shield.
Alexander’s  troops numbered thirty thousand on the ground
Along side five thousand horsemen who dominated the field.

Alexander practiced many new methods of  war
One of his most effective was called the siege train.
Several high towers would be rolled up to city walls on wheels
From which defenders were overwhelmed and slain.

He developed mechanical machines of death
Catapults, which hurled fifty pound stones.
Large arrows and burning balls of  fire
Smashing walls, buildings and bones.

Soon Alexander fulfilled his prophecy
Sitting on the golden throne of Persian kings.
Possessing great treasures from conquered lands
Though his greatest need was conquest not things.

Alexander, king of Asia, would not be satisfied
His ambition and ego denied him rest.
He decided to march his armies to India
Putting the Rajahs armies and elephants to test.

The huge beasts, which were unknown in Europe
Frightened Alexander’s men at the start.
In spite of their fear disciplined prevailed
As Greek spears tore holes in their heart.

Exhausted by years of hardship and battle.
His men refused to go on and Alexander gave in.
Disease, thirst, and hunger were their constant companions
From the time they left Greece till they were home again.

Alexander was physically and emotionally sick
To the point of becoming critically ill.
He died in Babylon at thirty-two
King of prophecies he pledged to fulfill.


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Mirrors

My souls is filled with verses and hearses
Looking for lyrics, My mind still searches
My mind isn't on a sprint but its running
When they read it, The aristocrats just keep shunning
Reading my emotions and you turn into a hater
I thought you were my friend, No, Just a traitor
Confused about the meaning and suffering of life
Confused about the hatred of using a knife
People say "You only cut yourself for sympathy"
Who the f*uck do you think you are to say that to me?
My writings, My thoughts.. So extremely deep
It's like someone compacted my emotions from a heap
I'm demented and twisted, But I'm runnin' the gauntlet
I'm so sick and spiritual even my ghosts are haunted
Under my bed there isn't a single heathen
But if i look into one you'' see a mirror full of demons.


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Thine Heart In Fallible Fault

   O'er the mountainous peak,
Unto the valley portrayed,
Amongst thine own life to dwell
Alone to bittersweet day.
   Do thou knowest thy beauty
Of thine own beloved in thought?
Faithful to the heart of yore,
Enraptured romance is sought.
   Whilst the cherry blossoms bloom
As the birds nearest to fly,
Lover of thou remembrance,
Lies beneath of cherished sky.
   Thine heart in fallible fault,
Whilst the soul searching for tear,
To drip to the lonely sands,
Where thou love lies truly near.
   Will thou waken from thy dreams,
Silent sound in tranquil night?
To bringeth thy love, thy soul,
Pursuing compelled  invite.
    Unto the bed of flowers,  
To become thy lovers slave
Whilst thou oust thy living breath
I beseech thee, to the grave. 

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 29, 2008


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For The Love Of Allah

If you love your brothers,
You will bring them to their knees.
See how they live,
How shamelessly their women dress and behave.
This life is the one they treasure,
Pigs at the trough of pleasure.
Blast them to Hell
And your Kingdom will come.
When you maim their bodies,
You burn their souls.
You are in your prime and will never know
The indignities of disease or old age.
Once you flip the switch,
You will feel no pain,
Only the ecstasy of being borne aloft
By the angelic houris who will serve you
So that your cup of pleasure overflows 
For eternity,
Their blind souls wandering in torment,
Snuffling in vain for their earthly truffles.
You are not doing this for yourselves
But for the love of Allah.May He reward you.


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Perilous Life

Midnight Perils,
Crushing Dreams,
Says the man inside who screams.
Desperation to survive,
Screams the brain as it dies.
The fear of death
It is within,
Closer it draws, with every sin.
The fear of death will reside, inside.
Some believe that there's more after.
Some believe that your light goes out.
Some believe you're born again.
This is why the man inside screams and shouts.
The fear of the unknown,
keeps us guessing.
It keeps the mind,
never resting.
The weak fall into one or two.
But I cannot until i'm through.
That time, that place where the world ends.
I shall face my perilous end


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Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds

Seething poppies whisper to me
How soothsayers are a lie.

Betrothed with thoughts of internal
Elegance, outward recklessness,
Divine intervention by stormcloud;
Pregnant with crooked emotion,
Clumsy words, laughter like a murder of crows--
Hear them:
The flowerterrible, the naked and tempermental.

They devour my truth.

A dull concept of time reels through
Candy coated consciousness--
Relative all the same; "Maybe they come here
For a reason."



"Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


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Spoken

Spoken!


Are we meant to walk a tight straight line,
Wouldn’t that be saying to walk like the blind.
How will the hollow be treated in the end,
The two edge sword is being used for family and friend.
A crooked smile is hard to bend right,
The strong is most needy when using their might.
Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top,
A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop.
Wrongful delight can’t teach a child confusion,
But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion.
Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed,
Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead.
Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest,
To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best.
Cut off your left if it hinders your right,
Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light!

Ashley Hogan AH


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Romance

Tonight is the beginning, today was the end.
The whell was spinning, your mind will bend.
The hero won't come, the villain will win.
A smoke you bum, this night we sin.
As you turn to me, what can you see?
The fog will clear, yet I'm near.
A thousand lies, your beauty dies.
How could you find, a broken mind?
Without a care, it's Hell you dare.
Everything has gone away, where are you?
A thousand nights, we dim the lights.
Can I take control of you, would you mind?
I'll show you what's true, happiness you'll find.
A pile of corpses, in this romance.
Adjust your lenses, and we'll take this chance.
A thousand stares, with not a care.
A lovely body, all for us.
A kiss so shoddy, another fuss.
Exotic nights, are not a joy.
Bloodied fights, are ours so coy.
The rose you hold, glistens so red.
We'll not grow old, like the newly wed.
My soul you sold, though I'm not dead.
This night, has only just begun.
We wait in fright, for the mourning sun.
The room grows dull, not a soul around.
My heart grows full, as we go underground.
This contradiction, has us all fooled.
An amputation, thought our hearts to have cooled.
A thousand smiles, a broken cry.
It's been a while, since I had the chance to die.
Without a care, without a care!
A thousand stares, a thousand prepare...


Details | ABC | |

THE HINGE OF HISTORY

THE HINGE OF HISTORY


The hinge of history swings in all directions 
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings, 
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. 
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. 
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; 
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, 
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

By Tom Zart
 


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His Gift of Love

I have a very special gift.
One you may long to see.
From the Christ who died so long ago 
for the souls of you and me.

He didn’t have to do it.
No wonder that we cried,
To know ‘twas for our sins 
Dear Jesus that day died.

As he dragged His cross up to that hill,
knowing all the while
the price he’d pay was for our bill
He somehow trudged that mile.

A crown of thorns upon His head;
nails driven in His hands and feet.
All the wounds oh, how they bled.
What torture He should meet.

Hanging there upon that tree
while we looked on in shame.
Dying there to set us free
He never placed the blame.

Knowing it was He alone 
who could save us from our fates,
He looked upward to the throne
far beyond Heaven’s pearly gates.

For our mercy He was pleading.
The pain was oh so grand.
For us He hung their bleeding.
Reaching for His Father’s hand.







The Heaven’s began to thunder
as the sky went black.
There we watched in wonder
as the Father turned His back.

Upon His Son he could not look
as our sins to Him were cast.
Each was stricken from the Book 
our debts were paid at last.

Had not He come upon that day
and died to set us free;
what a price we would pay
for all eternity. 

The gift that He has given,
meant for each of us to share,
is a home up in Heaven.
He’s waiting for you there

All your sins now pardoned.
Making the path to Him so clear.
Please let not your hearts be hardened,
by the evils oh so near

The time has come to stake your claim.
No longer should you wait.
For you’d have only you to blame
if turned from Heaven’s Gate


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A Pain Everyone Can Enjoy

Thine mind falters ‘cross thee blades.  
Smokeless heat unsheathed today,
Languishes and bleeds.  
Passionate Seeds soaked in time 
Breathe in convulsions in….

You blindly smile and close your eyes.  
In shock you’ve become mine.  
Euphoric anesthetic pleases….

Making you cry is such a delight.  
Deathly,
Am I?  

Fair play is sheer fun.  
Put your arms ‘round my throat. 
Throbbing struggle come hence forth
To make me feel and fade.  

Rock me thin until breath wears short.  
Loath comes easy and doth not fail.  
Love and hate me;
Show no shame. 

Oh, 
How pleasingly you came…

Inside your soul, 
Beneath your flesh, 
The truth be told about our merriment, 
A ghost’s adultery.  

A lust no less than our lives consoles your beating heart
As I feel your breasts.  
Tricky,
Yes, 
Life is why I came.      

Punishment,
So relevant,
It’s apart of you.
Clutching hands onto I, 
The nails break through the…

Skin so soft, 
From your body, 
It’s my possession.  
Your soul so pure, 
It’s my redemption.  

The pounding grinds and haunting moans
Serenade the night beguiled.  
All the while, 
The pains still fresh and turns love into insanity.  
 
Cut away and flirt with the blade.  
Kiss the cold until it’s hot.  
Gushing life, 
It’s what you crave.  

It’s a pain with such delight, 
Something everyone can enjoy.  

 


Details | Quatrain | |

Lost Love

Lynn Mibell and I slept
on a flattened futon and dreamt
of better days. Days when her 
dear brother was not dying of AIDS.

Days when our love life flourished.
When we walked hand in hand
along the bold face of 
Stone Mountain. We were giants.

We danced all night in New Orleans.
After partying all day on the horse-
racing track of the Heritage
Jazz Festival. We danced on clouds.

As if our legs, our feet were
divinely influenced, kissed, kissed
kissed, by the gods, superhuman.
Now, Lynn Mibell lays 

on that old bed and dreams of
nothing short of  monumental
change. Nothing short of
ending good and evil universally.



Details | I do not know? | |

BLEED OUT

Everywhere I turn there you are
I cant get away
I cant break free
there you are
Haunting me
Tormenting me
You are my curse
I choke on the putrid scent you leave behind
My jaw clenches
As the pure hate rages within
There will be no peace
until the sound of your last shuddering breath
as you bleed out in my hands
finally the tables have turned
It’s my turn to spill your blood
this time baby
I will not be defeated
I hope you burn in hell
And by the way
I’ll see you there


Regina D. Wilson


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Remember Crying

Her lips were breathe taking
Her life not worth taking

Dying before I knew what love was
Holding her hand was such a love rush

Playing together on the playground
Living life by the beat of our sound

Staying up late holding each other
Not just a girlfriend, more like a lover

Being brought up, I was always nice
Broke into tears, when she lost her life

Her stepdad snapped acting crazy
He was fat, bald, and kinda lazy

Brought tears, beating her for hours at a time
But she maintained looking really fine

Exuberant fragrance from her body
Playing around with a hottie

On her last day it was sad
I got in an argument with her dad

He drove her to his old place
Then he shot her in the face

I found out and started to screamin'
Balled my fist up and battled demons

She was my only secret bliss
Not to mention my first kiss

She believed in all my hopes forever
Around her I felt lite as a feather

Emulating feelings from my heart
Broke down then began to start......crying


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Not Yours

arms locked in prayer
but just say mine
fingers touch flesh
taint the skin
only for a moment
forever in my mind
 
your thirst is mine
only at that time
please
say what needs to be said
not just only in my head
because the day will come
when yes passes through my lips,
and then down to my hips
 
at that moment 
all is changed
forever
 
amy is my name
human is my game
 
this fortress is but the facade
place my placard over my heart
 
shine the shield
only then do i yield


Details | Narrative | |

just look to the sunrise in the east

She'll always be remembered for her golden hair
Youll never forget her grey green stare
But youll always forget her writing
Youll forget her words of fighting
Her poetry of crying
And her pleas of dieing
Youll forget her screams
But youll still see her in your dreams
Youll always remember the beauty but never the beast
Just look to the sunrise in the east
There you will find her rising with the sun in all her beauty
And all her fraility
You will see her there rising dead and alone 
With her wrist forever sown
If you look to the east where the sun shall rise
You will find her clensed of all the lies
You will find her price
Her sacrafice
What it took to make her whole
And because of what you stole
This beauty will fade away
But not her wisdom
For in her book it shall forever lay


Details | Elegy | |

A Tribute to Michael Jackson

You taught us how to be "Bad" by telling our enemies to "Beat It"
We learned how to "Scream" "Leave Me Alone" when we lost friends like "Ben" or had people 
    like "Billie Jean" telling lies
We came together to "Jam" and "Rock Wit You" whether we were "Black or White"
You helped the guys get the "PYT" and made them into their "Girlfriend"
With the help of "Human Nature" and "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough", teenagers were "Off 
    the Wall"
We found the positive side of us by looking at "The Man in the Mirror" because you showed 
    us how to "Keep the Faith"
You showed us that we had to take it upon ourselves to "Heal the World" because "They 
    Don't Care About Us"
We became "Unbreakable" when your life was "Threatened" by the accusations of the liars
These accusations were such "Heartbreaks" and we heard your "Cry"
Now all of a sudden, "You're Gone too Soon"
You can "Ease On Down the Road" then fly off into Heaven like the little "Butterflies" that 
    roam in the spring time
All we can do is "Come Together", "Smile", and "Remember the Time"
We're just "Good Friends" of the world that you knew as your fans
"Fly Away" Michael Jackson, you will be forever and dearly missed.


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Your Memory

I am the sacrificial lamb
Upon the alter of the damned
Sit and watch me bleed 
Satisfy your needs
Droning your eyes
Twisted by your lies
You open up my veins
Release tormented rains
Upon earths self righteous Bain
This crimson covered innocence
Will cure the world of ignorance
You’re haunted by my desolate screams
Sheltered in your sadistic dreams
Another victim in the past 
Destroyed while you laughed
Defiled and laid to waste
I want you to remember me
Choking on your cold cruelty
This last picture of me
Is what the world will see
The pleasure you took in my inhalation
Avenged in exposing your monstrosity
Then in the pits of hell 
Where all you victims dwell
Trials of revenge
You cannot escape
We are here to punish you 
What heaven cant hell shall do
An eye for an eye 
Your penitence is due
They say were crazy 
We credit you
Down on your knees
Beg us for mercy
We stifle your pleas
Laugh as you curse me
You held our souls hostage for years 
Tormented by fate and dark fears
Now the tables have turned
Reap the torment you’ve earned
See your pride tattered on the floor
We’ll ruin all that you adore


Details | Free verse | |

antiquities on the brink

the antiquitous souls.
" perhaps uninvitable?"
 mellowing amberred coals
 [portioned minds] , 
   on the brink of unstable?
 Stability became a commidity .
fathoms of time ago.
 drinking from a fountain of 
bereavement.
 They've forgotten of the seeds?
in need, to be sewn.


Details | I do not know? | |

Zest

In your quest
 
When you get stressed
 
Stop and take a deep breath 
 
and realize
 
It's all but a test
 
Are you doing your best? 
 
Do you realize that you are truly blessed?
 
Life is no dress rehearsal
 
Heaven does not care who's best dressed
 
Stop trying to keep up with the rest
 
Nobody is impressed
 
It is ok to be passionate
 
It is ok to be obsessed
 
Are you living life out loud? 
 
Is your heart beating out of your chest


Details | Free verse | |

Hopefully Armaggaedon

i am so lost
where am i

this darkened room
these shadows
are surrounding me

with no light
i cannot see
and it does not help
that i am blind

this re-presentation
was brought to you (symbolically)
by my life
and the reality's i face

its sad when all i see are similes

everything a likeness
nothing original

under this coat i wear
are the pockets of my vest
sadly
they only hold change
(because nothing can ever stay as it is...)

hopefully armaggaedon
will arrive



soon


Details | ABC | |

THE HORNETS of HELL

THE HORNETS of HELL


The hornets of hell swarm from their nest
Overwhelming all the victims they can.
To sting as many souls as possible
In their destruction of the glory of man.

They murder, rob, rape and plunder
While provoking the meek to submit.
They lie, deceive and mislead
And depend on the world to forget.

Eager to enhance their numbers
They are the cheerleaders of disgrace.
Their agendas of sin must be stopped
For the betterment of each race.

Endless is God’s test of time
To measure man’s spiritual worth
Unwholesome deeds tempt us all
Festering in the repugnance of earth.

The hornets of hell are on the hunt
In all directions by day or night.
The Armor of God shields man’s soul
And gives us our resolve to fight.

The champions of heaven in rapture await
To see who will stumble and fall.
They watch us struggle, in our world of woe
As they pray we will heed, God’s call.

Fools declare we must hide from view
And leave the hornets of hell alone
But when we ignore the liabilities of life
The failings of man become, our own.

By Tom Zart


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Gave His Life

That night when Jesus
went alone to pray.
He knew his death was just 
a heartbeat away.

As he was taken by the 
soldiers that night.
He surrendered without even a fight.

He was soon to be whipped,
ridiculed and scorned.
While so many people watched
sadly and mourned.

“Crucify him” was the cry of
the large crowd.
This cry could be heard ever so loud.

The crown of thorns placed
on his head,
the drops of blood
fell as he bled.

He carried the cross, even though
his body was ripped apart.
This was from a true compassion
and love from his heart.

On the cross, where his body
was nailed and bruised.
Read; “THIS IS JESUS-
THE KING OF THE JEWS!”

As his mother watched, 
she cried and sobbed.
As Jesus committed his spirit
to his father-God.

As they carried Jesus
to the tomb that day,
the crowds were silent—
with nothing to say.

Many had forgotten what
the prophets had said,
3 days later—he would rise 
from the dead.

He taught people his message
of eternal life and love.
Soon to return to his
kingdom above.

It was for you and me 
that our savior came.
He waits for you to
call on his name.

Receive his gift of hope,
love and eternal salvation.
Please do it now—with no hesitation.

His gift of love is for
you to receive.
All you have to do
is simply believe!

By Jim Pemberton
07/25/07


Details | I do not know? | |

Victory's Roar against Death

No scene as sacred as history’s rugged Calvary.
As majestic as falling rain on a desert soul’s revelry.
Christianity begins where religion ends…with resurrection.
Resurrection gives life a makeover stance for redirection.

History’s pivotal theme is central for the transforming cross.
On Easter you’ll find life from His grave, empty without loss.
That Calvary’s stone-door is to enable disciples to enter in.
Christ took my place, there, to give me a place without sin.

No pain, no palm; no thorns, nor throne; no cross, no crown.
Grateful for life's theme, He makes me triumph over death unsound.
All Heaven’s awed by such a cross; Hell is terrified for Victory’s raid.
Let Heaven rejoice, humanity sing, for power over Death has been paid.


Details | Senryu | |

The Rehabilitation of Killers ( Two Senryu Trilogies)

Out of water
Moses killed a task master
And hid the body.

In the wilderness
Forty years and reconciled
Called by Burning Bush

Out of the desert
Moses, the deliverer,
Set God's people free.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A true Pharisee
Of Pharisees, Paul stood by
Consenting killings.

Killing more Christians
Blinded, thrown off his high horse
Sent to a Christian

The scales fell away.
Paul became a man of God...
Trusted apostle.


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Hush

Live 
 
well endowed.
 
Stand up,
 
Be proud,
 
like you're floating
 
on a cloud.
 
When you whisper,
 
hush,
 
but whisper loud.
 
Stand out 
 
like a sore thumb
 
in a crowd.
 
 
 
 
Dream vast.
 
Walk slow.
 
Run fast.
 
Kiss passionately.
 
Close your eyes and make it last.
 
Look straight ahead.
 
Leave the past in the past,
 
where it belongs;
 
in the lines of old-fashioned love songs...
 
Right your wrongs.
 
 
When you're sad,
 
cry.
 
When you fly,
 
fly high.
 
Try to touch the sky.
 
Say, "so long",
 
not "goodbye".
 
Throw snowballs in the snow.
 
Plant flowers and trees
 
and watch them grow.
 
Smile
 
at someone that you don't know.
 
Fight the power,
 
but go with the flow.
 
Catch some rays
 
on sunny days.
 
Share some sunshine,
 
and set the world ablaze...
 
Always remember to give praise,
 
even in your darkest hour,
 
you know the phrase,
 
"God works in mysterious ways".
 
Soon it will rain
 
and wash away all of your pain,
 
and only joy and peace and happiness
 
will remain.

Hush


Details | Lyric | |

Human Race

Through the vast seas of life,
And the vast seas of time,
Now is when we should change our minds.

As honors at stake and riches to take,
Possessions that will brake,
And people will forsake,
Purging in the streets,
Civilizations to reach,
Knowledge to be embraced,
Labor will be erased,
Utter pleasant words will take its place.

Put deprived children in the human race,
And watch delight show on their face,
Blackened betray will be no more,
Visibility will take over the blackened storm.

Passion will once again emerge,
From the depths from where it was purged,
And humanity will once again merge.

As the mountains of power take form,
And all of the people mourn,
Their Gods will show their true forms,
For some it will be a delight,
For others pain suffering and fright.

Now is the time to gather our souls,
Make them as one,
And we will become hole,
For this is the symbol that should take place,
For this is the symbol,
That will save,
The HUMAN RACE.


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Death and Sirens

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's tragically perfect and everyone could tell.
She'd dance with a Hatred, mistaken for Passion
With smiles like Car Crashes, who would ever know?
She's fatally beautiful in every single way,
Fatally beautiful, but toxic to the touch,
But the face of Beauty is only skin deep,
And her beauty is only as deep as her deepest cut.

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's the stars in the sky and everyone could tell,
She'd love with a Fury, mistaken for Devotion
With smiles like Fireworks, who would ever know?
She's gracefully innocent in every single way,
Gracefully innocent, but a master of Illusion,
But the grace of Innocence is only short lived,
And her innocence is the only gift she can give

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's heartbrokenly cynical and nobody could tell.
She'd speak with an Intelligence laced with Experience
With smiles like Thunderstorms, who would ever know?
She's masterfully disguised in every single way,
Masterfully disguised; her smile, her most famous piece,
But the mastery of disguise is a means for her to hide,
In the case of Death and Sirens, it's her only release.


Details | Lyric | |

Echoless Silence

Reaching through the blackness
Trying to find something to hold
When all I could feel
Was the harsh damp cold
Desperately trying to block out
The emotions that poison my soul
I lay slowly suffocating
Beneath the rubble of my broken dreams
As silent tears spill from my eyes
Mouthing hollow prayers with Vodka soaked lips
This echoless silence is driving me insane


Details | I do not know? | |