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Details | Ballad | |

Crying River

Crying River (The Untold Ballad) 

Undercover waters of rain dashing
The children are cold, no longer splashing
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem, -shallow basin 

She cries, a tune, 
Mocking the Maple lands, a beautiful tune
Crooked Cornwall, she steams with the moon
Oceanic dreams, monsoon season, she swoon's
Frozen, dead, ice skating rink
Her winds, Pretty Chains O' Lake 
Wet and Wild, the Elk drinks from its garden
Water falls from the lids of Jordan
Beautiful as it may seem with open curtain

When the ocean succeeds away from the sea
She's awake during winter's rain torrents and breeze
Lost in the mud's of Bellaire's heartache,
River Blues, icy cold naps, bayous shutting up
Racing rivers crying by the western gutter
Silent, bells chime in the Black Mallard waters
Streams, blowing and drying dew droplets
Little rapid tears, everything spotless
Sugar, Swan waves down by Devils Creek
Listen to the thunder bay rolling deep
Beautiful as it may seem, she weeps

A northern world with streaks of falling rain
Pretty running white hair pane
A weather vane, snow dangles above her domain 
Beautiful crying winds
In the Eyes of Michigan

~SKAT~


Details | Epic | |

Atlantis

~ATLANTIS~   Featuring:) Kelly Deschler

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Can't be re-written by the Gods
The land and sands of time'
Destroyed by the fire of Poseidon's curse 
Atlantis swallowed by: Earth
--------

In one day and one night
Peaceful existence met its end
Built on a volcano, now surrounded by ancient rippled tears
Lava stripped apart the rich and glorious empire
Enriched by Engineers and Architects whom loved power more than the Gods 
Forgotten souls, sheltered by a watery grave
History withheld from shallow sunken memories,
Western sky's hide the truth, a vision from the Pillars of Hercules
"An island situated in front of The Strait of Gibraltar"
Ghostly ruins wait to rise above the Mediterranean and Atlantic Waves
A magical island held down by the hands of death, 
~
Atlantis lost city walls ---a secret hidden by mermaids
Partially buried, beneath the ocean floor it lies
The largest sunken treasure never to be found
Magnificent pillars of an imperial palace still stand
Somewhere hidden under ancient sand
Some are leaning against turrets, that toppled after the impact
Nothing human will ever inhabit these walls
No feet will ever touch these staircases, again
Only an eerie silence now resides here, with the blue-green waters   
Seaweed grows along it's outer walls, like ivy on a trellis.
Obscuring it even further from the human eye.
~
Other ocean tides will never compare
Tantalizing blend of fantasy and mystery
Stone walls covered with precious gems
 -Listen to PLATO'S voice-
"Look close, Look close, into the sea!"
Through the light and Pillars of Hercules
Some where out there buried in the vast 
ATLANTIS THE PARADISE


~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Details | Free verse | |

STILL WINTER

Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 


Details | Verse | |

The Unknown

-"x+2 = 4"-

Enigmas of the soul
Do you know how it feels?

Never tasted before
Invisible Sun


PD


Details | ABC | |

There is a place

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Details | Romanticism | |

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.

-10/14/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

AVALON

Far beyond mans intrusions, 
A vast hidden world lives on.
An ancient fortress lost amidst,
Historical reference, a faded shade,
Amongst remembrances memory.
Imagination limitless vision, 
Separating conscious truth, 
And make believers legendary
Spree.
Conjuring mystical thoughts,
Simply, Drifting aloft, 
Revealing a forgotten golden age. 
Let castaways adventurers fly away 
Into magics paradise,
As sunshine's rays, flicker amidst 
Mid summers softening light. 
Illuminating forgotten stone gardens, 
Secret courtyards in splendors array.
Rose covered vines, weaving down 
Walled trellises evergreen.
Ruined towers jetting upward, 
Blanketed by thickened mosses
Torrents.
Crystal clear water streams, forth 
Through cupid fountains.
Nesting song birds, sing loves, 
Harmonious music.             
Wooing hearts at winged flight.
Glide without tethers strings, 
Rejoicing carefree, 
Within natures solitude.
Reclining, beside a shaded, 
Willow tree I'm resting,
Completely to mine ease.
Watching clouds placing,
Ideally, 
By as dusken stars.
Pass beneath nights, 
Blackening sky’s.
Knowing at last the beauty, 
That is Avalon.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


Details | Epic | |

Random Poem

Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I laugh
Enjoying life as it is i won't feel sad.

I don't look happy
I'm always scared
I like being alone
Either here, or there


I dream of light
I feel the dark
Sleeping peacefully
Loving my heart

I am special
I am bright
I am Powerful
Stronger than who will fight.


Details | Epic | |

Lipstick Night

A Beautiful woman
Sweet Voice, Hypnotizing eyes
Displays of smiles
Emotions of lies 
Life seems normal
No obvious dismays
Yet you have no idea about her life or necessary ways.
You would never know what story she has to tell
You would never know how she lives so well
Not an average career Yet one so real
Only the true Lipsticks now she  truly feels.
Shadows with no name
Conversations with no face
Only thing relevant is the action taking place
Makeup just right
Hair up tight
Eyelashes fluttering
Along with whispers in the night
They want to know more about her
So they try and converse
She accepts no emotional visitors 
Strictly business & Dead presidents to place in her purse
Her lipstick leaves her mark 
Dismisses those nameless shadows when the magic is done
Strictly pure survival
All work no fun
It Keeps the luxury in her pockets
A smile on her face
She a woman of strenth and undeniable grace
Sweet woman by day
A Beautiful host by night
Welcome to her world
Of a Lipstick Night


Details | Blank verse | |

It feels good to scream

It feels good to scream.
Too shout to the top of your lungs,
with all your might,
with all your pain,
with all your air,
that fills your black lungs
damaged by years of cigarette smoke,
to feel your dieaphram expand
to feel your chest expand,
to feel your heart skip a couple beats,
thump. thump. thump.
Put you face to the pillow
breath in. Let it all come out.

Let

it

all

come

out!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Feel the lunatic release from your head
free the demons from your soul.

Let

it

all

out!!!

Scream like there is no tomorrow,
feel the pain go away.
It feels good to scream,
to get it all out.
Then light a cigarette,
breath in
drink whiskey,
red wine,
sit at a hunched over position,
at a typewriter
and scream with words on paper
and go down and get your screams published.
Then everyone can read, and hear your screams
and not just your neighbors.

Let

it

all

out!!

It feels good! Trust me. It feels good.

It feels good to let it all out,
let it out,
don't deny yourself freedom
let it all go,
free yourself,
free your tourmented soul,
fill your cancer filled, black lungs
expand your chest,
crack your sternum
and feel the pain go.
Let it all go.

Let

it

all

out!!

It feels good to scream!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Lyric | |

On A Runaway Train

Written January 8, 2013


The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed

On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's my name sitting next to me
Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow
Or on wet grass recently mowed

I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane
Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name
Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow?
They never have a chance to grow

No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
The oaks and pines getting clearer
Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings
Listen to Woody Guthrie sing

Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns
We've reached the line of no return
Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing
For the next week my phone won't ring


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Details | Romanticism | |

Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.


Details | Epic | |

I'm In Love with an Asian Girl

When it comes to falling in love with beautiful girls, it has its own rewards. But when it
comes to falling in love with an Asian girl, that's different. This Asian girl is so
beautiful, so sweet, so kind, it's like I'm in either China or Japan. I can't help, but
notice how awesome this beautiful, attractive Asian girl is. When I look into her eyes, I
see a pair of priceless black diamonds. Her hair is so soft and silky, it's like holding a
cloth from Egypt. And her face is the complexion of the sun. As a matter fact, she's the
sun that rises at the East and the West. When I look at this beautiful Asian girl, she
looks  the moon that appears at night and a shining star. Whether she's either  Chinese,
Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean, or Taiwanese, I will always love her. I see this beautiful
Asian girl as my best friend, my future girlfriend, and the mother of my children. There's
more to life than just talking to Asian girls; it's being with one. And if I get married
to a beautiful Asian girl, we'll live happily after after.


Details | Verse | |

Brown Eyes

Brown eyes that matched her hair
Sad and unhappy as she stood there
Waiting for her love to return, maybe yes
maybe never, only time will tell
Such sad brown eyes that matched her hair
Tied from behind in the most romantic way
Head slightly tilted gazing down in despair
Looking, but not looking staring into space
Memories, dancing inside her head
As she spoke silently “He promised to return” 
Talking to herself said… “I had to believe
What am I to do this is just my grief”
Time is just a lie man invented it to be wise
When two lovers are together
It doesn’t need Einstein.
He gave such a wonderful love
Love only known to a lonely heart
For what is life if not with him, I prefer to die.
Fool I am to think he will return
He’s been gone so long maybe minutes
maybe days.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fire

Fire
Instance of combustion
Fuel
Ignited
Oxygen
Light, Heat, Flame
A burning mass
As on a hearth
Destructive conflagration
Heat
Greek fire



©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Epic | |

When the Earth was in danger 4

Ref. Tandava Nritya* please see my Blog posted on 17th Feb Tandava Nritya or the Dance of ...

Prelude  of this story is given in part 1 of the epic.


When the Earth was in danger 4 of  

When her beautiful feet’s, touched the ground with a thrilling rhythm, 
To perform the best of their skills and the magic of her body and mind, 
She started her best the most eloquent steps, no one could follow that day,
As Urvashi was performing an art, which no one has ever performed.  14

A unique dance to match the rhythms of Shiva’s Tandava Nritya*, which
No one was capable to watch, such was the speed & elegance of her dance,
Even Gods and Goddesses too, could not understand what was happening,
Such was the beauty of her moving hands, thrilling body, her legs, feet’s and
The grace and beauty of Urvashi’s unprecedented magical dance.       15

To enchant Lord Shiva*, the Nature’s beauty and its wine splashed so high, 
That it touched the sky, wetting everything in its mood and flavor,
To fill the atmosphere more intoxicating, than the Sura* of heaven,
Everyone was only standing astonished, stunned with eyes wide opened. 16

When Urvashi’s feet’s touched the ground, no one could understand and 
When the drumbeats started to match her fleeing steps, again no one could follow,
The season had changed by then, by the presence of Basant* and
The Earth too began to play, a lofty musical notes on the ground and air,
To spread the intoxicating music and fragrance all around in the air.    17

By then the spectators of that divine dance, had lost their senses,
 By the flowing intoxication everywhere in the air, 
This unique happening on Earth, no one could ever understand completely,
As Spring had swept away the mind and their hearts, and 
The senses of everyone were  under the complete influence of 
Lord Shiva’s favorites, Nature, the Earth and the season of Spring.     18

Ravindra
Kanpur India 20th Feb 3011                            to continue in 5 /  

Clarifications:
Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction

Urvashi* was one of the most beautiful Apsara* of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer and singer.  

Lord Indira*  .   Is the  King of Kings. A warrior par excellence. Ruler of the heavens.
Dispenser of rain.

Basant* is Hindi Sanskrit word for the season of Spring. 

Sura*  a Sanskrit Hindi word means Nectar like wine of heaven.
   
Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.



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REMNANT

REMNANT
The Book of Prophecy was open to a silent page. Tis she thought of the biblical generation in forty stages. Her heart she hears. In this life that Ora lives, she has fought for wisdom to ensure longevity. Salient she sits looking out in the sunflower fields. The vented darkness encapsulated. Her mind ponders on the spiritual world. She was, she felt, as lost as Poe. Her favorite Poet of long ago spoke through his writings to only Ora. In the fields, stands the raven. A bird of blackness and such beauty but yet a threat to her, she felt she was attached to a nonphysical existence. Transcendental was the raven's head, as she perched on the mantle. She takes her breath every time because this woman fears what this symbolizes. Surcease, this woman would shout aloud. No respect for me do you have at my house. Such demeanor is not to be tolerated. This woman strikes out at the raven. The raven flipped her wings beguilingly with decorum of her wickedness. The forty years has transgressed with the omen sent. This woman was struck by the raven’s beak. Mournful she lays with her memory defeated. Tis morn came and she lays awaken. Ora’s visitors found her in a pitiful state. They prepared her chambers for her to rest. Will she live to see the next forty years? Of youthful existence, she was. Of her age, she was not. The raven figurative existence defined her knowledge. Portent and foretoken, a scoff of hope is the raven augury. She is epoch to her well-being. May this story end? Nevermore
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 21, 2014!


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Beautiful Redhead aka: Irish Princess

 Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.


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Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



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girl with the diamond eyes

my girl
has a strange effect on me

shes more sweet than honey
but be warned this queen bee can sting
she can be bitter at times 


but i dont mind cause
shes all mine 
shes my only dream
and she can be like a angel to me

there are always times when diamonds 
loose their shine but since the day i made her mine
that shine has never left
her beautiful eyes

shes my girl
the girl with the diamond eyes


this girl is more beautiful than anything
she is my perfect vision of life
she means everything to me

shes my angel and my dream
but at times she can be 
the devil to me

we are crazy in desire
we fit together well 
shes crazy 
and im crazy for her

shes bad 
and ill be bad for her

my girl
has a strange effect on me

shes more sweet than honey
but be warned this queen bee can sting
she can be bitter at times 


but i dont mind cause
shes all mine 
shes my only dream
and she can be like a angel to me

there are always times when diamonds 
loose their shine but since the day i made her mine
that shine has never left
her beautiful eyes

shes my girl
the girl with the diamond eyes


yea my girl
with the diamond eyes

she makes me feel crazy
sometimes
but i dont mine as long as i can call
that girl with the diamond eyes mine

i pray they always shine


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If Visions Mattered

I  set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter ,i paint a photo 
To vision my pictures
My vision has lost it way to my tongue
I speak what I see,visualise or better yet picture
My vision set scenes like am Picasso
As I speak out my words in a Pablo
More or less a parable of my words painting 
A vision of Picasso ,a pain tainting

Is it a beautiful vision that i now draw 
Sharp words sketching fine black &white 
Lines of how the vision begins 
Curves and edges on how 
I flip and toss these metaphors
And I colour the corners of my visualised picture
With idioms and shade it with similes
As it is similar to the photo of my vision
I speak fluently with coloured thoughts 
Penciled on my incomplete picture 
As I have my vision destroyed

For I set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter,as I have less of a picture
More of a photo
Photo my visions
Picture my visions
Spoke of my visions 
Frame my visions with
Synonyms, antonyms
Or shorten my picture with acronyms
Then the picture becomes and is less of a vision
The absence of words paints an empty picture

Words as powerful , dreams as wonderful
Actions performed, as visions are destroyed
destructed and demolished 
Words conquer, visions follow

I  set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter, i paint a photo 
To vision my picture 
Without these words I can not paint my visions.


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Raising A Tribe - Part Two

Adam, take the dust and
blow into tomorrow's winter world
the intruding consciousness
is evolving, embroiling a vainity of values,
who are we now, why this
language of redemption ?
the truth hurts once we
were exhiled from God's perfect garden,
the roads behind are
cold and alone, its you and me against the wind,
Adam, how will we survive
the hail, and 40 days of raging rain ?

In every emerging
evening I see a new face when I close my eyes
my intuitions are crystal
clear, Adam
I can feel the needing
agony of anticipation from my womb,
these shoes are worn out
from this journey, lets build
I will praise the
callouses of your hands once the walls reach heaven,
lets ride, make new
native noise, simply splashing love
lets harvest the future
drink from the wealth of cheap wine,
making choices knowing right - to wrong

Now that we are free, we
can enjoy the goodness before it fades,
the voices inside are 
called, they can befit the beast
God intended us to be angels, alienating us away
lets grow upward,
testing the sound of silence, I want to eliminate the echoes,
with the sounds of laughter and tears,
I'm willing to take a greater
risk of falling,
hurry Adam, put a child 
in my arms, and soothe the agony of absence,
its time to grow and generate
the human race,
this is my new chapter, unfolding
the Continuing Saga

By Poet  - Eve


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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


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A Flower's Funeral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/6/2013-


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Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.


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Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.


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Nesreen

Nesreen

The luring, dancing Nymph performs her chore,
unfolds in air, resplendently and splays
datura flow in mind her moves implore,
her vision passed but wraith on thoughts, she stays.

Across her altar's sacrificial tolls,
her face, her scent, will challenge and indulge,
manipulates and in half light enthralls,
ethereal to conquer and divulge.

Instinctive is her dance, the crowd accourts,
she flows in veins, red aconite domain,
no fate will be as sweet (but one she thwarts)
as thousand lengths to feel of brunette mane.

And triumphant aggresses with applause,
(blade-splendid in her bedleh and shalwars),
unfolds her wings like desert hawk that claws,
betrayed of minds with apathy ignores.

She dances, and her finger's cymbals rings,
(incursion of her attar whiff and rye);
hence splendorous, through airy moves she stings
the victims of her charm, that wish to die.

© 08-25-2013, G.V., All rights reserved
(Iambic pentameter)


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Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/5/2013


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Story of Afghanistan

Story of Afghanistan

The barren land of my birthplace
Green at times but screening a rocky face
Known for thousands of years for its warrior race
Let me tell you the truth,
No one really wanted this “space”.

Up until two lions began prying around
Initially, just fooling around
Afterwards, casting off their cannon sound
Resembling the 6th night of an infant’s fête
Building their castles, and so began the burial grounds.

The lions pledged to crush the other
With a master plan
Dividing the blood brothers
Such was the instruction of the queen mother
As the clans clashed and killed one another.
The chiefs were swallowed by the promise of gold
The mullahs were swapped for the hollow soul
The seniors by the fire recounted and foretold
The purpose for the lion’s vehemence
This story definitely in time will unfold.
The old grew timeworn
Waiting for their young ones to return home
The teenagers free born
Screamed out of their mosques’ domes
Come and join us in this struggle
Faced with the crusaders of the Church of Rome,
But little did they know,
No one will return but the maimed men to a funeral home.

The sturdier lion won the combat
But what has become of my Afghanistan
The wolf in a sheep’s disguise
Has spoiled my jade paradise
My heart denies it but I may have bombed my youthful chums,
This is now a global land-dwelling for bums and slums!
The lion wishes to be unveiled this time
So he promises to take the last dime
After all it pays to cooperate in war crimes!
He roars in a deafening cry
I bring Democracy to this land
With loads of cash in one hand
A whip in the back hand--forgetting the long years of perfidy
I now declare and demand
This is the new Promised Land.
 A woman of this realm is exposed with a promise
She is liberated by democracy
Famous on national publications like the story of Pocahontas
She’s affirmed independent and agreed to arise out of the darkness
As the saga is read to the United States Congress
She exhales
And anticipates the lion’s hunger
Waiting for the day when she will be veiled, unveiled, and then veiled again
Not by ordinary men
But by inscription of law.
Thank you for sealing the decree!


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When the Earth was in danger 5

When the Earth was in danger     5 /8

Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 1 )


Watching the changing season all around, to enchant the dance of Urvashi*, 
The Earth began to dance too, thinking that Urvashi’s* dance would save the earth,
What a splendid scene it was, which was spreading a magic everywhere on earth,
No one had ever witnessed this beauty and grandeur, 
Neither anywhere in the heaven,   nor anywhere even on earth.

Breathless and motionless they were watching only, 
Under the influence of intoxication, produced by the seasons Goddess Spring,
The last efforts of Urvashi,* to save the earth and all its beautiful creatures. 19

Suddenly a shocking incident took place, shattering the hopes of everyone,
While dancing with Lord Shiva, pride entered into the mind of Urvashi*,
She began to think that she was performing her dance, 
as good as that of Lord Shiva*, and
This thought began to disturb her mind, 
disturbing the coolness of her flawless dance. 20

Watching the seed of pride, sprouted in the mind of Urvashi*.
The Goddess Earth, ‘Dhara’* thought, “Now the destruction is inevitable,”
If not stopped immediately, the seed of pride rising high in Urvashi’s mind,
Could become the cause of Shiva’s rage and the destruction of our Earth and the Universe.

Not only she too would burnt alive in the cosmic heat of Shiva’s third eye*, but 
The whole of this beautiful Earth and the wonderful Universe too would be,
In flames of that cosmic heat and life from this most beautiful planet,
Would vanish forever and forever. 21

A sudden incident took place in that moment, which disturbed the balance of Urvashi,
Urvashi* fell on the ground, while she was at the peak of her divine dance,
Her dance came to a abrupt halt and with that even Shiva’s Tandava* stopped too,
Lord Shiva opened his eyes to see,
What had happened, which forced him to stop his dance suddenly.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 24th Feb. 2011					to continue in 6

Clarifications

Urvashi*  was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer and singer. 

Lord Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus.

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction.

Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.

Trinetra*  means The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center of our forehead




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When the Earth was in danger 3

When the Earth was in danger     3/8
Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 2)

Then the most beautiful Urvashi* was called, from the heavenly court of Indira*,
To perform a unique dance, before Lord Shiva* who was lost in his Tandava Nritya*,
To calm the heat of his temper, which was burning like lava with in his chest  and
Which was trying to come out, through his dance of destruction to engulf the Earth. 10

Apsara Urvashi* started that day, 
Her unrestrained performance of a beautiful matchless dance, 
So that the inhabitants of this Earth, 
Could be saved from the lava like fire of Tandava* at any cost,
Even the Goddess of the seasons, 
Had spreads its intoxicating wine that day, to make Urvashi’s dance more enchanting.

The season of spring Basant*  had made it more blooming  &  intoxicating,
In every new step, Urvashi was breathing,
All that was only to distract,  the attention of Lord Shiva from his Tandava.11


Urvashi* was freely performing that day,  
Her life’s best and the most elegant dance,
Being an incarnation of beauty she knew, 
It was the last chance to save the Earth, 
From the cosmic fire of Shiva’s Trinetra* or else 
The whole earth will get burnt  with the flow of heated lava, 
Which was generating within His third eye Trinetra*12

To make her dance more appealing and effective, the season of Spring* 
Had defused  the air and atmosphere, with a fragrance and beauty unparallel,
Even the Goddess of Nature the Earth too,  was flowing a unique melody in the air,
The effects of these powerful wines were more intoxicating than the Sura* of heaven,*13

They all including the Gods and Goddesses, at that time were only praying with a wish,
That the beauty of Urvashi and her enchanting dance, with the intoxicating effect of,
Nature’s fragrance and melody flowing in the air, might divert Shiva’s mind and heart,14 

Ravindra
Kanpur India 19th Feb 2011               to conti. in 4

Clarifications
*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction
Trinetra*  means The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center of our forehead
Apsara*   Apsaras are beautiful, supernatural women. They are youthful and elegant &
proficient in the art of dancing.
Urvashi*  was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as per Hindu mythology  
Lord Indira*  .   Is the  King of Kings. A warrior par excellence. Ruler of the heavens
Dispenser of rain
Basant* is Hindi Sanskrit word for the season of Spring.
Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.
Sura*  The Nectar like wine of heaven




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My Blessing

As I sit here along I think of you my dearly beloved.
My feelings for you are stronger then I have lead you to believe. 
I love you, yet love can be expressed in many ways and I have thought of all of them.
Forgive me my love for being so open and outright, but it is to you that I wish to tell everything too.
Noting do I dare hold back from you, for it would be a sin in my heart.
You saved me from my very pain that was overshadowing me for years. I have cried countless tears waiting for you to come and rescue me. You are my savoir and I am forever in your debt. I have no regrets as I say I love you more then life itself. 
There's no one I'd rather be with, I don't want nobody else.
Time may pass and seasons may change but my love for you will always remain the same.
You are my friend the greatest of them all. I know you will always be there for me. You would never let me fall.
Expressions of love I wish to share as you are the only one I wish to share them with. Please know that all of my sayings are heartfelt. Over pouring with love am I for you barely able to hold it inside. I long for your warm embrace.
When I see your face my heart leaps about like a baby goat playing in the fields. Happy does not begin to cover how you make me feel. When you speak I am transfixed by the very sound of your voice. When you smile the sun itself must take cover for even it can not shine as bright. When you laugh time stands still for the joy you bring to me is overwhelming. When you dance the world itself claps in jubilation and when I dance with you I lose all of my frustration.  
Congratulations you have found the keys to my heart,  please don't ever lose them I don't ever want us to part. 
My very heart longs for you my dear. I am stricken with a sickness and only you have the cure. I need you now please help me endure. In my eyes I see you as my Lord and King and I feel unworthy of thee. But you picked me out of all the queens, oh what a joy it will be to serve you indefinitely.  
Your kindness, your joy, your charm oh how happy I will be in your arms. There is no one like you my love. You are heaven sent like a star from above. Oh what a blessing it is to have you in my life and what a even greater privilege I may have of one day becoming  your loving wife.
I am deeply in love, my heart is yours my master to keep. May our love for each other only grow stronger with time, and may I be forever yours and you forever mine.   
 


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Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.


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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence





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Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.


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Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.


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Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


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Am I Crazy, to Love You

Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Look at yourself,
Crazy maniac
dacing through twilight suns
in sunshine colored dresses.
And you say I'm the crazy one.
Please, don't make me laugh,
I am too much annyoid with taught lessons,
of life and death and love is a magical thing
but I am not impressed till my Gypsy Queen
comes up from the shoreline of the Middle East
and comes and lays next to me, as we watch the ships sail
through the Golden horn of Old Istanbul
into the bay of Asia Minor.
You say I am crazy, Am I or am I just talking to myself.
I believe I am having a conversation that has no end about your beauty,
I talk to whomever has an open ear, and even if people listened,
Who would care about what I have to say?

Since I first laid eyes upon your beauty,
I melted and you took my sanity away from me,
you took my innocence away and turned me into a worried monster.
I love you, and you take me home with you
to meet your father and mother,
both poets who made love and created a beautiful poem called you.
I am in love with you, your songs you sing,
sounding better than a nightingale in the midst of the twilight.
Walking the seashores with your mother as I talk to your father.
He isn't listening, all though he is a good actor,
for he acts if he knows what I say to him.
I talk of you and marriage,
throwing of the rice, exchanging of the golden crowns,
the tolling of church bells, and a happy reception afterwards.
The honeymoon, meant for the first born to carry on the family crest.

As we grow old, I want to grow old with you
Nothing now, a few thousand miles of ocean and sea
seperates us from each other.
Do not worry, for I shall come one day
in the month of May, your mother's favorite month
and I shall bring along a golden ring, a pearl necklace and two roses.
We shall walk the streets together hand and hand,
and wait for the wedding guests to arrive and see us on our way
to new beginnings in holy mantrimony.
Care for me,
I ask you one question, Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Talking to white walls that don't responed with life.
I need you, too give me a straight answer, to love me
embrace me with your beauty and let me drink from your knowledge.
For my sweet Persian Bride, I shall love you for eternity.
Now, come off the beach and cross the crossing paths
of mortality and morality and join hands with me,
as we sing the nights away, along with the sweet nightingales.
As we look into each other's eyes
I ask you, am I crazy to love you?


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The Illusion of Knowledge

This quaint perspective
Is quite selective,
Quite often, 
Giving anger and hatred the directive.

Habitual surrender 
To a pretender;
In certain circles an offender.
These days, too few of these circles exist,
However, those that understand have to persist,
Faith in humanity;
Most would claim insanity.
The vanity this illusion can incarnate,
Darkness; 
At its inception….. 
Is easier propalgate.
Although, logic would convey 
That if the shadows are to stay;
Benevolent beings would conceal their existence;
Understanding that underground persistence,
Ever a mental resistance
Is much more fruitful than none at all.

Who would make that call?

The Trickster manipulates the darkness inside;
Intangible yet effective; 
One of the most dangerous – Pride.
When Young in this existence,
Lessons are forced upon you with much persistence;
Laws and rules constantly applied.
As your understanding develops,
Persistant ruling laws lavishly supplied.
Tragedy envelops.

Your mind has been trained to react 
This is a fact.
Trained by who?
Do any of us have a clue?

This system and society systematically commits injustices day after day;
Human stomachs meandering in dismay,
Why do restaurants throw their excess away?
When you are warm in every way,
Another`s feet is constantly in the way,
Of those walking to the bay,
On the walk-way.

We have been trained to accept;
Un-accept.

Once you begin to think for yourself,
Not believe everything, hoping its wealth.
You realise how little of nothing you comprehend,
To most, this thought would offend.

Why?

Most cannot appreciate with which they do not identify.
Our reactions are usually to fear the unknown.

Why?

Do you not remember that through the unknown
Many mountains and hills have never over-grown.

When you are fearful,
Controlling you is effortless.
Knowledge is to be gained for the purpose of gaining knowledge;
For no other.
The want to control and have power;
Might come in and pretend to be your brother.

The illusion of knowledge,
The Global College.
Its lessons are taught 24 hours a day;
Switch on the TV and you on your way.

Ponder upon who controls the media,
They control what you see on the tube.
Trust me; you do not need an encyclopedia.

Most assume what they see on the tube to be true.
True for who?
You?
Me?
Humanity?

Acquire 
A desire
To allow insanity to be.
In an upside down world,
The truth is backwards unfurled.

Do not accept what you see or hear;
Inside we all have the ability to steer.

However, the difference between the truth and lies
Is never ending as the blue skies.
Yet most cannot discern
The vast difference.
Fact.
It seems in every sense,
Most would be as blind as a bat.

The Knowledge of illusion
Systematically habitual, certainly will cause a contusion.
Be weary of knowledge,
Un-truths can easily be purported as truths


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Asian Princess

An Asian girl is a beautiful princess in her own right. She's the crown jewel in the lives of all American guys, even me. Even though this awesome Asian girl doesn't have a crown on her head, she's still a princess in my eyes. It seems to me that she's the type of girl that I really want to be with, especially when we're going to get into a serious relationship in the near future. Whether she's either Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, Thai, Filipino, Indonesian, or Malaysian, I still want to be with her. When I tend to look at her eyes, they look like a pair of black diamonds. And when I see her beautiful face, it's like looking at the face of an attractive angel. Her hair is so soft and smooth, it's like holding a silky cloth made entirely out of silkworms, especially when they're known for making good cloths. If only this Asian girl knew that I had so much love for her. And if I see this beautiful Asian princess (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Filipino, Indonesian, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai, or Malaysian), I'd express my love for her. I hope fate will bring us together soon.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Mile Away

I am closer than I was yesterday,
I am one heart beat closer than yesterday,
I am one step closer than I was yesterday,
I am one breath closer than I was yesterday,
I am one more mile closer to you,
than I was yesterday.

I cannot wait
to travel the last mile,
and join you hand and hand,
hold you close to my heart,
so we can share our love together,
show the world,
make them wrong,
and smile at the envious faces.
One more mile,
that is all I have left to travel
to be with you,
for an endless lifetime
we shall go on,
into the sunlight;
and smile,
and kiss
and make love.
Drink red wine,
and watch the ships cross the bay
and into the channel
and soon out setting sail on the sea.

One mile closer to you,
One day closer to you,
One heart beat closer to you,
Until me and you are together
and are hearts get fused together
and we share love together
forever,
and no one shall come between us,
no devil, no demon,
No curse, no word,
no person, no heartbreak
no past, shall come between us
and tear us apart.

One more mile,
here I come,
with a red rose in my hand,
come for your smile,
come for your love,
so cheer me on,
I'll be with you, soon.


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Sitting Alone

Sitting alone here,
all by myself,
looking at a reflection that I do not recall.
I see a face looking back at me,
a twin,
but not my twin,
no I see a pale face,
I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown
I see all the negative.
I see fear,
I see nothing.

I am sitting alone,
in my room
white walls surround me.
I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance,
and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways.
I can even the crying and wailing of sirens
blazing down the avenues,
"Where is the fire, folks!?"

The wind blows through my window,
moving the blinds back and forth,
and I sit there alone,
smiling and singing a little.
Sitting there alone,
peaceful and tired
wanting to rest my head,
but scared too face the nightmares.
Too hear the voices of the dead
call out my name.
And I sit there alone
thinking of what once was,
beauty and harmony nomore
in my trial of certainty.


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Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


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Judith


Adroit like serpent coils upon the floor,
she coils in air, blue splendid lit and waves,
datura flow in mind, her dance implores,
her vision passed and on your thoughts she stays.

Upon her altar sacrificial calls,
her face, her scent, will challenge and indulge,
decisively manipulates her roles,
her blurry pass, where fates her scopes divulge.

Instinctive ancient dance, the crowd accourts
she flows in veins, blue aconite domain,
no fate will be as sweet or more distinct,
as thousand lengths to feel of brunette mane.

Her finger cymbals rings, Judith of Laws,
(so splendid is her bedleh and shalwars,)
attacks in air like desert hawk that claws,
betrayed of minds her apathy ignores.

She dances, and her jingling cymbals ring
incursion of a deathly whiff and rye.
monotonous of Dervish siege she'll sing,
'bout victims of her charm, eager to die.

( The Deuterocanonical book states,
in sleep Holofernes was killed by blade,
remorseless end her ancestress dictates,
for his Assyrian colony should fade. )

Bequeath from then, alluring raid of scents,
hypnotic - oriental dance to thrill,
her aural serpent-lithe performing blends,
dark sightly Siren weighs her glance to kill.

© G.V. 02-07-2013


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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.


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I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Romanticism | |

My Beautiful Penelope

Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope
Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down
to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me,
as we join hands and walk the shorelines
I see you my beautiful Penelope, she you who walks through beauty,
We shall join in immortality.
Your heart built of stone and paved in golden
you born out of the beauty of a rose and maturity of a lady
you are the one who never sings a depressing and low melody.

My Beautiful Penelope,
The one beautiful lady form Napoli
Oh, how you walk in such glory.
See me look over you and hear my heart beat
for you, I love you, see me for I care about you.
Take it from me, for I shall take you by the hand
and as our shadows rise to meet us in the morning
I can make love to you, then we shall love the night away.
My beautiful Penelope, as I take you through the twilight
we dream of shooting stars falling from the evening skies,
as we hold each other close,
take me and I shall take you and bring each other together,
and fuse us together with a sweet and loving kiss.

She is my beauty and I love her
she takes me by the hand and curels me to her warm chest.
Cares for me,
Makes me laugh,
Makes me feel good and uplifts my soul
everytime I lay my almond eyes upon her beauteous body.
My beautiful Penelope, oh how I see the glory in your blue eyes,
your luxurious, long flowing hair colored golden
like the rays of the morning sun.

Dare to care
about such beauty in her eyes?
Dare to care
about such beauty in her cries,
as she tells me of her suicide struggles?
I hold you close to me
and I hope you to be
my love for all eternity.
See me and I see you to tell me about you and your day,
as you come home and say,
That you love me.
And I shall say I love you too,
with a zealous attitude in my voice
I shall take you into our room and you shall tell me about your day.
You shall tell me, under the shadows of the trees, the houses, the red rocks.
I shall show you love in a handful of roses,
deliver you a bouquet of roses and violets,
as we see the breeding lilacs grow tall,
we shall lay in the grasslands and look up at the clouds,
that shape themselves into beautiful paintings in the glorious blue sea
we call the sky.

Oh My beautiful Penelope
my glorious maiden lady,
who sings such beauty in her melody
that it brings tears to nightingales' eyes.
My beautiful Penelope, you are my love
here are a dozen roses for you to express and show my love for you,
my beautiful Penelope.
Love is eternal with you.


Details | Romanticism | |

I'm dead without my Love

I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.

I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
with another.
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.

Her beauty,
her smile,
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.

I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.

But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.

For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.

I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.


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That True Girl

 she's human,
Possessive,
Jealous,
Selfish,
Fragile,
Broken,
Insecure,
Hurt,
Afraid,
Hateful,
Not so fun to be with,
Not so pretty.

But she choose to forget that,
Walking with her head up high,
The pretty girl that is so damn fly,
Sweet you don't want to tell her bye,
The better version of independent mind,
She young wild n free,
Not to mention she living her life,
She don't need you to keep reminding her of her negative side. 
 For she don't live on that side.


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Never So Gracious

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Free verse | |

My Notebook

Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book


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Drunk in the City of Angels

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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MERMAIDS

From beneath foam and spray, where the
Sun light never penetrates, in fathom's chilly forbidden
Realm lies a kingdom of golden coral reefs.
Poseidon’s children of the murky depths dwell, in liberation's
Untamed wilderness of the unknown.
Mermaids and mermen living in this aquatic domain,
Of the evergreen's seaweed jungle, a lost paradise
Hidden under the big blues stormy seas.
Titan's sons and daughters, freedom’s enlightened
Spiritual unbound souls, rejoice in essences elegance,
In these sacred waters of the bluest deep.
Swimming acrobate of the brimmy mists, enchantments
Beguiling sirens sing an ancient mystical tones lullaby,
Tempting the land dwellers. to cast aside their earthen
Tethers, daring them to plunge under the tidal surf.
To death’s splendor of silence, and yet for one moment’s
Single breath held, to experience the ultimate beauty, 
Known only to these creatures of the immortal deep.
In purity's crystal clear thoughts, uncluttered by the ideas
Of humanity, instinctual beings living completely without
Boundaries restrictions.
Loving spirits, children of joys innocence, reveling
In exhilaration secret garden, in this timeless bubble,
Beneath theses mystic waves of blue.
Behold the natural wonder called the great barrier reef,
Where creatures of myth, playfully frolic, in a tag team
Match of hide and go seek, weaving, dodging through
A seaweed forest of tidal riptides divides.
Sleek mere creatures of the oceans
Tidal tribes, banding together to survive.
Dancing in sequence with the waves turning motions.
Singing forgotten songs in tender under tones,
Sweet melodies to one another.
Beauty in contrast in such wondrous currents
Of mythology.
Do they really exist who knows, but in the soul of
Wonderment, I believe they do, these the mermaids,
Of the deepest blue.





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Patradoot or The Messenger 33 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger33 /Many 
  
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


A little garden you will find, in front of my house,
Full of beautiful plants and fragrance spreading creepers,
Its enchanting smell would force you to stop for a while,
And its loveliness would keep fascinating you, dear letter.

This lovely garden is the creation of my father*, dear,
Who has put his labor and efforts to make it, so beautiful,
That it’s a joy to be among the green plants and creepers,
His garden speaks and enchants every one, dear letter. 

The sad green plants of the garden without flowers,
Would narrate the state of sadness of the dwellers,  
And it’s bending branches and tree twigs would convey, 
The agonies and worries of my beloved’s heart, dear letter.

Here you would also meet, my lovely little daughter, dear letter,
When you see her playing among the plants and trees,
And you will get a chance to listen her broken melodies,
She would be mumbling, while playing with her friend trees.

My sweet little daughter Krishna, is a lovely delicate child,
She is the beloved of our hearts, hardly twenty four months old,
Krishna is charming, beautiful and alert like lightening,
To catch your attention, immediately, dear letter.



Ravindra                                                       to continue in 34…

Kanpur India      ….. August  2010 
*father.              Father of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor or my grand father.

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 






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The Sweet smell of a dead rose

A rose that is at full bloom
and the color is pure and the pettles are calm
and dance along with the blowing of the wind
they have a smell, that is divine,
but doesn't bring back no special memory.

Now a dead rose,
that has a smell
that has no definition
that has no pain
it is just there
and it doesn't cry
and it doesn't sigh
it just sits there,
burning away when the sun hits it,
without remorse
without blinding courage.

The dead rose just sits there,
and the smell is so sweet
it brings back memories
that make you cry
and sigh
and sometimes,
laugh
and
smile a little.

Sometimes the dead things
are more beautiful
than the living,

but that is just my opinion,

what do you think?


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I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


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Southern Belles

When it comes to making friends from the South, it's like everybody's welcomed in their
communities. But when it comes to being with a bunch of attractive Southern belles, that's
so awesome. she's got plenty of style and a lot of beauty to have blossomed. A Southern
belle is as attractive and beautiful as any other woman in America, especially that of a
white-Caucasian girl from the West coast or the Midwest or any other girl possible. What's so great about these
Southern belles is that of her soft skin and her beautiful smile. And if this Southern
belle was a blonde or a brunette, I'd tell her how awesome she looks and I'd declare my
love for her. These Southern belles have made the south very interesting and it makes a
guy wanting to go down there to have been with her. Of course these belles are religious
and whatnot, but that doesn't stop us guys from telling them how beautiful they look,
trying to impress these girls from the South. And when dating a beautiful Southern belle,
it's like going to a Sadie Hawkins dance in either Birmingham, Alabama, Biloxi,
Mississippi, Savannah, Georgia, or Cameron, North Carolina. Everybody's going to get a lot
of Southern hospitality in these parts of America and the city guys and the country girls
will be having one heck of a good time. It seems that the young women from the South
really have a thing for us city guys and stuff. And for when I begin to date a Caucasian
Southern girl, it will be like love at first sight. Not only do most guys each have a
thing for a bunch of attractive Southern girls, I also have a thing for Southern girls,
especially the ones from Alabama, Louisiana, Missouri, and Tennessee. Now I know why I love all beautiful,
attractive Southern girls; they're beautiful and pretty, especially that of a bleach
blonde belle. And if this relationship works out with a Southern belle, that would be
great for us city guys.


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Battle Weary In My Kitchen

Love for me is being alone.
Me, myself and I 
I promise I wouldn’t cry
because I ain't  breaking no laws


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I'm In Love With You

Every breath that 
I take, every move
that I make...

I do it because 
of you.

Ever since you've 
entered my life, I've 
been high as a kite.

Everything about 
you...

From your lips 
to your waist 
has me hooked
like bait.

It's like winning 
the lottery, every 
time you're close 
to me.

You bring out 
the best in me, 
by keeping it real.

Giving me 
love unreal.

Incredible how 
you make me 
feel !!

It's like I'm being 
pin to the wall...

Cupids arrow aimed 
straight for my heart.

I'm in love with you,
I'm so into you.

I'm ready to spend 
the rest of my life 
loving you.

Expressing through 
poetry, just how much 
you mean to me.

Written by: Poet Shi


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The Maker Of Miracles

I am the maker of miracles a real spiritual man waltzing through shadows as they pull me back in I know I must escape them any way I can I know the way out like the back of my hand It's just me and the maker together, he and I I told you God is in me you just thought I was high talking with the Zeta's they tell me just why everything has an ending and the old me, must die I'm Calm as a bomb in the eyes of a storm they stare upon me as if I've been warned turn me inside out as a goodness is born I wear my battle scars so stars know I'm war torn When the gift of life is freed from inside the fire starts fading then the anger subsides like the great phoenix, I go back in time a miracle is born and now that I'm revived in my new life, I shine.


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The Queen of Hearts

Known as the Queen of Hearts,
the card of death,
that kids the Joker and kills the King of Spades,
The Ace of Spades shivers in his boots,
when she strides by in havoc.
Her beauty is what gets you,
so watch out,
when she comes rolling on by.
She is deadly,
like a black widow spider
ready to attack at any moment,
so watch out for her,
when you deal the deck.


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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! 


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Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
granted,
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
pride
and show her the path that leads back to 
me.

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
songs,
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
melody.
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
beauty.
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.

-10/5/2013-


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Violet Eyes

 The werewolves came at us full force, such is the course of war. We charge with great speed at the front lines of warriors, sensing a secnd of hesitation i seize on the opportunity. Gripping the first fool to stand in my way i shove him into his brothers. That shall be my mothers greatest success the creation of me for i will be king.  Battles wage on many of my fellows have lost their lives this day, i will not let it stand. I burst into a trot then  savagley i rip apart one unlucky wolf mans head with my bare hands. Without lossing speed i dive onto the guy next to him and rip his arm from its socket then proceade to bash him in the head with it until he is no more. The dogs retreat with great hast before i can slate my taste. Milky cream treat made for the lean marine. Five of my undead survive this day so we begin to leave for the crypt. I make one last fleating glance back at the old catsle i just escaped glad to have survived the day. Never will i forget the violet eyes of the pack leader, he should pray we never meet again.   


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A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.


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Do not travel the lonesome road

Do not travel the lonesome road
alone with no one by your side,
sitting on park benches all alone
with no one to come to your need,
do not travel the open road alone.
That one dark road that kicks up dust
when you drag your feet across the ground,
that lonesome road that has no end,
that has no beginning, that has no life;
it just sits there alone and no one ever notices this road.
Do not travel the lonesome road of my heart.
Come with me, take my hand
I shall guide you with the beat of my heart,
with the light from mine eyes, I shall take you
and show you the world and all it's seven wonders.
You are beautiful and you do not need to walk
the lonesome road alone.

I see the pain in your heart,
I feel the tears that fall from your eyes
and drop into my hands,
come into my warm embrace
and I shall love you.
Cherish a moment so grand,
just come with me and we shall walk together
in united glory and sleep the night away,
but promise me one thing my love;
Do not walk the lonesome road of life.

-10/6/2013


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Can't Love be with me for once

Can't Love be with me for once

in my life.

Can't Love for once in my life

see the way I live

and accept me for who I am

and not for what I possess.

I have seen love bounce back and forth

through the darkened streets of life

and I sat on the park benches,

alone.

I can't wait till love comes again

but can't love just be with me for once

and live with me, embrace me, to see me late at night,

come through the doors of perception.

Can't Love be with me for once

throughout the valleys of sorrow and depression

and shine its glorious face onto me,

like the first morning rays of the sun at dawn.

I cannot understand, why

Love can't just be with me for once...

Why?

I ask you, why?

Can't Love just laugh, and talk to me

Can't the arrow of Cupid find me already.

I have found my time, now I have no love.

The beauty of Plato's words that melt of the page

as you read word for word, and my heart melts away.

Why can't love just be with me for once,

once in a great, blue moon.

Too walk through the dew sprinkled, dawn days in August

as I walk to my chamber

and ready to love,

but love can't be found.

Can't love just come already.

Show its pretty face,

Hold my hand,

kiss me and I kiss back,

to read a book of poetry to her

as she lays in my arms,

and then we shall make love

under the twilight.

The stars shall shine

the moon shall be bright and full

and I shall find love one day.

One lonely day, as I sit in the wayward cafe

drinking my sorrows away,

writing my poetry

and love shall walk through that door

I shall find her and take her by the hand

and kiss her upon her soft cheek.

I just ask,

Why can't love just be with me for once.


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My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


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Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.


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Sam Childers

A drop of blood
Onto my soul
I weep
I am unworthy and weak
A drop of whiskey
To make me brave
The pen has power, but not enough
In my tears I no longer sleep
The voice of a child so soft and sweet
In silence he did speak
Save the children



Dedicated to a man far greater than I
( To be continued, the epic will follow )


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Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.


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Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | Romanticism | |

A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.


Details | Free verse | |

There She Goes

There she goes,
a mile away from me already,
so fast to leave such a good man,
that showed her the world
and all its wonders.
Such a man as I,
does not need so much stress,
does not deserve such heartbreak.
I am a man who deserves smiles,
not heartbreak and pain.
To feel my heart race faster and faster
I lay at home with a smile
as God comes down to me,
shall I take his message and I shall dress
in such silk and cotton
and dance with the sun, moon and stars,
wait for a new woman,
steady paced woman she will come my way,
and take me by the hand,
like a fish to the bait onto the hook
up higher and higher she goes
into my net.
There she goes higher and higher,
farther and farther,
a mile further.
Love is strange,
just keep on smiling.


Details | Rhyme | |

What Beauty Is

Beauty Is…

The sharp crunch of a leaf,

red-yellow under your feet

the crisp air of morning hours

the endless colors of all flowers

the exciting sensation of deja-vu

quand tu marches dans une nouvelle rue

it’s the gentle pounding that you get

when your hand touches your chest

the constant beating of your heart,

with no effort on your part–


Beauty is…

The steady patter of the rain

as it goes down the sewer drain

reminding you that with love

come the blessings from above

it’s the sound of a laugh

finding your other better half

it’s the song of a bird

those touching words that you heard

it’s the curve of a smile

that you’ve craved for a while–


Beauty is…

The confidence of an animal in the wild

the innocent sincerity of a child

the softest touch of a mother

a surprise hug from a brother

it’s a father’s warm, gentle gaze

helping someone through a maze

it’s the bond between sisters

of the likes I’ve never known

it’s in friendships so strong

you can’t ever feel alone–


Beauty is…

The balance human beings have

to stand straight on two feet

it’s the magic of the pen

to realize ideas on a sheet

it’s how humans from different

worlds can relate,

it’s your kind neighbour

and supportive classmate

it’s the patience

remarkable people go through

in situations so mind-boggling

you only wonder what you’d do–


Beauty is…

Found in visiting someplace you’ve missed

undeniable in that priceless moment of bliss

in the silent loudness of a sound

as you prostrate with your head on the ground

the sparkling tears of joy from one’s eyes

the discovery of deep truth among the lies

it’s in the unique snowflakes

with their meticulous design

it’s in looking through a microscope

at nature’s details so fine–


Beauty is…

Praying in the woods

among fall leaves and the trees

It’s that sweet smooth loving caress

on your cheeks from the breeze

Beauty is not found in make-up,

nor found through luxurious gates

it’s a universal blessing that many

forget to contemplate–

Now I’m not sure how to end this,

Cuz this topic is quite endless…


Simply put– Beauty is serenity

It’s the peace found within you

it’s no wonder now that we say

Salamu alaikum, Peace be upon you…

So may you find on this day

Colorful wonders out of the gray

You have all the beauty that you need

To satisfy your soul’s spiritual need,

After all, God is sprinkling on us some of His Beauty

And to appreciate it is the least of our duty…. ~


Details | Senryu | |

Ice King

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

By

Brian Otoole .......

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

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



Details | Free verse | |

Patradoot or The Messenger 30 /Many


Patradoot or The Messenger30 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


How beautiful is my city Prayag*, dear letter,
Which enchants the visitors and enthralls,
By the lovely simplicity of its houses,
And the warmth of the hearts of its dwellers.

Amid the doors and windows of its houses,
You would find sweet and cool breeze blowing,
And a serene happiness you would find,
On the faces of its lovely citizens. dear. 

You would find the people of this city,
Full of patience and quite energetic,
By the time you would reach,
The place near my door, dear letter.

DESCRIPTION OF THE DWELLING HOUSE

To get released from the custody of the Postman,
You will go in his hand, dear letter,
Thus you will get the chance to get free,
To convey my message to my beloved.

Among the beautiful loving inhabitants,
Of my place, known as Bharti Bhavan, 
You would see they love their friend’s life even,
More preciously then their own, dear letter.

Ravindra

Kanpur 21st August 2010.                          to continue in 31

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Clarifications:

* Prayag 		Allahabad is also know as Prayag or Triveni. And Allahabad  is the 
                                    most ancient city  of India, 
Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

















Details | Epic | |

My Mind

My Mind,
 Open but not open to
this world i know as 
reality is dead and dull
my mind as my reality
is beauty and full of life 
Wondering why its hard to feel
by whats on the inside as 
i look in the mirror seeing my 
mind through my eyes 
the darkness is there as 
the sun brightness 
the way i see my way the
path is lit my way is set the 
shadow down my path are
following me where am
i going i think my mind knows im lost
to myself yet i see what i want im going 
there just might now be in the right path 
maybe it will come to a cross road and
i will see the shadows getting closer
harder to fight off this bottle of 
pills wont do im broken to the
core my heats not alive my mind
its fixed my mind
has been telling me for so long go to my
reality and see yourself in my mirror 
in that room full of your
lost thoughts of me.


Details | Rhyme | |

DARK AND MYSTICAL

DARK & MYSTICAL To be fulfilled, I must find love. This is not an option. This is for sure. In the moonlight, he whispers. His love is what I search for. The moonlight glistens, when I hear my name called. Search a sweet whisper of love. I know I may be dreaming but the surrealism is true. I am awaken to a dark and mystical moon. I hold my breath, as I see his shadow form and imagine what it would be like in his arms. A supernova appears at my window. The star is lighting up the universe. If I am to be immortalize to his love, his whispers will lead me to his world. The factors that affect us are intangible. The variables are so complex that I might be alone because only he can fulfill the needs that possess. I must be with him and no one else. The moonlight is a ray of sunshine. He comes to me as an enduring life. He is as handsome as the beast and I am the beauty he seeks. May the Lord bless me in this relationship? I am as dark and mystical as he is. ________________________________________/ Penned on March 27, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Affliction

The darkness of light impossible to see the pain and the lies always damaging you reach and get burned not understanding this is my disease nature of the beast Suddenly my light is taken away my darkness was revealed taking me as slave when all I ever wanted was for someone to say please stop, for me or enter an early grave Now face to face with all of my demons how can I fight them if I don't want to beat them until the reason arrives, then I shine a little at first but that small thing, is mine The den of ten thieves come up with a plan a whole set of new lies that every single man cannot resist believing it's seeming to be that a horrific ending is just what I need Then all of the sudden my small shine swallows time and with that virtue my face comes to life I would never hurt you please, know this to be yet no one believes me this curse grows like a tree I hate my helpless fate why can't I make a new life for me that no one can take why can't I escape a prison not for me for years I accept this tired sense of defeat The small shine barely intact, inside until Saint Anger starts to burn me, alive I find I'm set off by my wrong, senseless self until I am talking to no one, in Hell So I pick up my pen power to create a new world for me where I design my escape in my invisible state the Devil don't notice that one of his children is no longer hopeless I stop all my madness by power of pen for years my sword drew nothing but sin the yin and the yang both helped me to find that I'm no longer afflicted when darkness lights my bright shine.


Details | Epic | |

MY BABY BLUE

 BABY BLUE

Down the magic aisle.
Born out of lovely white.
Seek and you shall meet.
The lady with a ravishing skin.


In summer did she arrive.
Perfect constellations allign.
Fetish but divine cause.
Hideous in her earthly flaws.


Physically ordained to the letter.
Lo and behold...I smell her.
Men flock at her pageantry tusk.
Down the street, she loiters all.


Crazy is a virtue in its words.
A blacksmiths work is never done
Fueled with economic brittle.
Sort by many, sorts by little.


Admonish my baby blue.
Intertwine in her values.
Chaste in likely manners.
My baby blue of all standards.


Details | Epic | |

Mont Buet 1st April 1987

“We made a fire that night.” “Do you remember?”

My front was hot 
My back was as cold as hell
A frozen lake unwrapped itself before me
And lay solid like giant cubes in disarray 
as if stuck fast to the inside of the wall 
of a forgotten fridge-freezer compartment

“We looked up into the sky” “Surely you remember”

Their! Their! Hale Bopp presented itself like pieces phosphorous, 
which had made its escape from the end of an old match
Dancing through the space in slow motion 
like a Catherine-wheel that had lost it's pin

”You do remember, don’t you?” “Say you do”

It crept slowly across the fabric of the night sky
Continuing on its mechanical,  melancholic return  journey back to the sun.
Leaving  behind in its wake,
bits of old cogs, 
springs, 
some dials,  
some second hands,  
and some postcards from a long lost and forgotten letter box.

Throwing out its sodium streaks , which  ripped through space
Like a beer stained 1980’s asteroids gaming console 
in the corner smoke filled wine bar in Bordeaux
Only to makes its return in 4534

“ You will come and see me again?”. “Say you will “ “Please”



Details | Free verse | |

THE LUNAR GODDESS

THE LUNAR GODDESS

In the darkness of the lunar eclipse, a figure shimmers in brilliance,
The moon gypsy sparkles to the shinning on high, dancing in rhythm with
Motions moonbeams, that flicker in the elegance on the waters surface.
Illusion ethereal goddess of mist and vapors, gliding through reflections
Mirrors of smoke and air.
Clicking bangles of seductions desires, as the tambourine bounces against
Her hips to the beat of the night's melodic melodies tempting the innocent.
Raven ringlets curls fall from the dark mistress. of passion's erotica,
As the slender figure enticing humanity to leave behind their world of reality.
This sirens sweet song, whispers on the wind, come along and join me,
In the mystic enchantment realm of dreams.
But the faithful heart hears not her words, nor sees but the moon above
In the lunar orbits transition, for he knows the truth of the heart, and she
His beloved lies next to him always.
Displeased by his rejection, the temptress speeds up her pace, but nay
He responses by tenderly kissing the maiden laying next to him instead.
For loves true beauty shines with the vows unspoken promise, to love
Only she whom stands next to him, his life mate eternal.
Wrapped in the blanket of warmth two share devotions everlasting light,
And it burns stronger than any flame burning within the heaven vast divide 
above.
No temporary illusion can quench the kindled spark that these two beings 
Share between one another.
She tosses her bangles down unto them, crying in sorrows regrets, never
To have known such wonderment as these two mortal spirits share, for
She is the lunar Goddess, and is made of nothing more than mist and vapors.


BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Death

A Beautiful Death

High on a hill hidden by shrubs
I am embraced by the branches of trees
I am worshiped by nature
I hide from the exhaustion of humanity’s harassment
I am safe from the horrendous appetite of others
Here comes a high-priced counselor hollering about an inheritance bequeath by my ancestors
He does not pay homage to the harmonic hum of creation
He swats at the harmless honeybees hovering in non-threating swarms
He fails to hear the healing hymns shared by my Father
He has hunted me down to handover hundreds and thousands worth of useless currency
How did he find me?
He is horrified when I asked him to keep his check
Instead…give me what the Spartans called “A beautiful death.”

When moments of melancholy manipulate my mind
I remain in my imagination
Where merry memories as a minor make me remember mere minutes of mirth
Immediately I am reminded of how miserable my millennium has become
My emotions seem meaningless
My time on Mother Earth, a mistake
Remarkably my mood mutates
And I ask My Lord for mercy;
Remove me from this realm
And give me what the Spartans call “A beautiful death.”

Quietly in my coffin—tricked into wearing a tux
A comical smirk marks my mask
I could have collapsed on a corner
Countless wouldn’t have noticed
One more cigarette would have been nice—
Because cancer did not caress my corpse
So-called companions circle my casket
Consoling each other with questions
They are all concerned… “Suicide?” they asked
They sincerely think they could have rescued me
From the epic conclusion of my existence
Their cold-hearts in chaos—they are infected with karma
Could The Creator resurrect me back to collect compensation for their cruelty?
I would decline
Let me relax in peace 
And keep what the Spartans call “A beautiful death.”


Details | Free verse | |

Burn Away

BURN AWAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/2/2013-


Details | Quatrain | |

Universe Unwinding

  Universe Unwinding 

Wonder beyond 
Glide through clouds of doubt
Take to the clear rising at the edge
Evident as the light of day takes you down

Explode there
Merge first…. yellow gold red beams with blue
Fold on the mighty winds of distant lost commands
Cosmic tumbles to where the universe might go

Draw away from temptations false steps in space 
To all Moons and suns seen
There, the hole to the void looks through
Looks back at you

2 Mirrors face to face shine on themselves
In reflective endlessness in the dark
Making “nothing” no more or less their home
Avoid them if they shatter

Take flight on matter
Up front to the ever outward ends of time
Energy showers on in distant fractured lights 
Becoming once again no more


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Stay

I have never had to say it...
the word, that now is pushing at the seams of my closed lips
but I find myself wanting to
I have never needed to say it....
the word that has the ability to cut me down at the knees
but I find myself wanting to
I have never thought to say it....
the word that begs to be meant whenever it is spoken
but I find myself wanting to
I have never had to say it...
that one word...
the one...
that takes away, in an instant, all the dependence I have on myself
but...
as always...
I find myself wanting to

I have never needed to say it
I never...guessed I would...say it
I..
should
probably
stop 
saying
never.
because that was before you
before I fell 
off the cliff of a beautiful free-fall, right into a pool of eternity with you
before I felt
the warmth of knowing that there is a special place for me, with you
before I could
imagine the world as a sphere of untapped boundless potential...
and you

I have never needed to say it.
before you
but tonight
as you pull your hands away, letting the cotton of your embrace slip of my reach 
I stare into you
letting the wells of my soul speak for me in a language that was made for you
and 
I have never had to say it
but I do.

Stay.


Details | Free verse | |

All Alone

There she sat, all alone.
I was nervous, I was kind,
I built up my courage, I built up my faith.
She looked good,
Her hair was curly and was flowing
she had a loud smile,
reading Kafka, she was sweet,
and I took a deep breathe,
and drowned in her beauty.
I finally stood up and started walking over,
till a man sat down next to her.
"Hey baby!"
"Hi, Honey!"
Those couple words were exchanged
and sealed with a single, wet kiss.
I went back to my seat,
and sat all quiet.
I wrote this poem,
all alone.

-10-25-2013-


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Free verse | |

Woman

Woman... they're all over...
Woman, you know what I mean.
They stride along breaking hearts
with smiles when they see what
they want, woman... fine creatures.

Soft hands and tender hearts,
reflexies like cats, wild tigers
and conversations of dark passion
that would make a young school boy
blush.
Woman... they have no boundaries...
No faith, no religion... Love till their
hearts are broken,
Then blame everything on the good guy.

Woman, their long hair flowing,
their smiles so bright,
with clothes that hug their
tight and oiled-skinned bodies;
They laugh at you,
when you say you're in Love.
They take it as an advantage
to break your heart
and kiss another man in front
of your very own eyes.

My advice, stay away from the woman,
She is mean, she is cold,
Sure she looks good, but she is a trick.
The whores need love, the whores are nice,
love them, love the real women of the world,
love them,
because they're not afraid to love you back.

-10-25-2013-


Details | Epic | |

Remember

Remember I'll pick you up if you pick me right back,
I'll stand by your side if you stand by me,
I'll wipe your tears if you wipe mine,
I'll love you more,if you love me as much,
Remember how I hold your hand at the mall,we were so nervous they were cover in sweat,well I always that moment was precious,is like holding hands as we walk in the rain,let our embarrassing moments play,and let's laugh out loud,let's forget about the bad times and let's push away the dark clouds,remember forever and always ,I'll love you babe,because I remember and it makes me smile and cry,even to this day, we took our time to get to know each other so well,now look how our hearts broke as they fell, how we let go of our hands with out realizing,how we kept walking the opposite direction,looking back seems so hard,yet tho feeling lost and missing you has been my worst pain,a feeling that eats up my dreams and spits out my fears,remember close your eyes and imagine am not far but near, God whenever she's laying in her bed,can you whisper everything I said,can you open her eyes as my hearts pound every second she's not mine, can you wipe her tears for me,and when she wake up in the middle of the night,can you tell her I was here..."babe is your birthday sorry I can't be there with you,but I just want you to know how much I love you,and don't worry you will always have me," sadest month on my birthday .. December ,forever and always no matter what ... Remember ?


Details | Epic | |

A Valentine's Day poem to my Daughter

I know I knew love for the first time when I saw your 
Aunt Rachel 
come home from the hospital after being born.  

I know it because 
that's my first memory.

Love, oh my!

I'm 50 years old and I think you've got a better grip on it than I do.  
In some ways.

I love your father.  I married him because 
I wanted 
to have you and Reed and I wanted you to have a good father.  
You do.

When I married him, I thought that I had to be married in order to have kids.
I also thought that whoever I married would meet 
not only my primary expectation (which was being a good father) 
but would also meet my expectations 
of being a good lover, 
a good shoulder to cry on, 
a good cook and clean-upper, 
a good reader of my moods, 
a good friend, 
a good .....

And I thought that when I got married, all the rest of that was s'posed to happen.

I love your father. 
 I love that you and Reed are here.  
I am SOOOOOOO glad you two came into my life and I'll never forget the moments 
that you did.

Love, oh my!

Baby girl, sugar-foot, keep on rockin'.  I gotcher back best I can 
The love I've learned from you and your brother is 
so special, 
so intense, so 
FREAKIN' selfish feelin' to me.  

I wanna see your passport, and I wanna hug you.

Love, oh my!

Thanks for being my daughter.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Believer of love

The day of reckoning is here 
As my life takes a new direction
No more waiting on the lines for happiness
Only to walk away with rejection

I heard stories of a thing call love 
But in my mind the concept never sticks
To me it was all just a fantasy
Just like the hit movie the matrix

So I would just write my poems 
And drag my life through another day
Never knowing the god had already
Send one of his angels my way

And though I didn’t meet her as yet
I was already in love with her
And I feel her so close to me
But she was still so very far

And she had with her the lost keys  
For the darken chambers of my heart
Bringing sunlight along the corridors
Causing a revolution for love to start

Making me a believer of love once again
Putting back a smile in my face
That has for many years
Has left and went way in disgrace

She has done all of this to me
 From another part of the world
Giving an abundance of hope for tomorrow
And of a bright future waiting to unfold

Every time I hear her voice
I fall in love with her all over again
And my inside feels like a million butterflies 
And my heart began racing

And all the love in the world
Comes crashing down on me
And it all belong to you
From now until infinity

You have made me a believer of love
And forever my heart will belong to you
And now I am not afraid to go to sleep
For you are my dreams already come true


Details | Romanticism | |

Loving A Bleach Blonde White Girl

Loving a bleach blonde white girl will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. My love for a white girl will always be stronger than ever. It seems that I've got real feelings for this girl. The fact that day in and day out, for the rest of my life, the only thing I want to tell this white girl is that I really love her. Looking into the eyes of this beautiful, attractive white girl is like looking at a pair of priceless gems or expensive diamonds worth $385,000. And when I look at her face, it's like looking at a beautiful angel right in the eyes. When it comes to loving a bleach blonde white girl, I want to be her black knight and shining armor. And when it comes to falling so seriously in love with a white girl, I must protect her from real danger, especially that of a bunch of womanizing jerks. Not only do I not want this beautiful white girl to go through any more drama in her life, I don't want to break her heart, either. Right now, I see this white girl as my best friend, my would-be, possible girlfriend, my future wife, and the mother of my children. If this beautiful white girl had a nicer, gentler black guy like me in her life, I promise not to ever cheat on her with any other girl, even if she's as attractive as this girl is. I don't want her beauty to go to waste. And if me and this white girl were to be together and stay as a loving couple for the rest of our lives, that would be great for the both of us.


Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Epic | |

A Love Like Your Love

A love like your love 
can't be compared.

From the moment 
that I saw you, I 
knew I'd be there.

When I look into your 
eyes, my heart is content.

You're my sunshine 
when it rains...

You're my everything.

When you're in my arms 
the feeling is incredible.

I couldn't imagine 
life without you.

I get lost in your kiss.

When you tell me 
that you love, my 
heart trembles in 
delight of a love so 
divine.

You're my angel from 
above, the reason I look 
forward to another day...

Just to see you again,
just to hold you again,
just to love you again.

Written by: Poet Shi


Details | Epic | |

Adam's Apple

Delicious as it may sound,
a whisper from the heavens to the ground
the evil in my hand , red raging juicy fruit imagination,
Nature's natural sweet serpentine temptation,
how did it come to this ?
A life from the hands of Genesis
missing pages, that will bring death by the words of Revelation

My days, have become numb,
living through the flesh of Adam
a toast, with a kiss, I offer, Adam the beauty of the next bite
My heart had no meaning to know it was deceiving
the performance of a lifetime
banned from the Garden of Eden's eternity

My hands, have become numb,
my cup is empty, I can't find the proper filling
I'm falling far from the feeling of eternal light
Adam, what have we done, I feel the shame!
Our bodies of nakedness reveal the mud under both our bare feet

Take my hand, as I feel the pain of 20 crushing bones
I have the power to give birth to all my children,
this does not explain my punishment, BUT A GIFT!

No longer will the light ease this hunger
living day by day, until I meet my number

ADAM!
Am I not the apple of your eye ?
You, witness the conversation without a word of moral support
in you, the light has bestowed a powerful note,
from the tree of good and evil, conceiving with seeds
You, my love, will always swallow the apple for never speaking up
marked by a distinguished cartilage bone
" Adam's Apple "
I offer you ;

By Poet - Eve


Details | Free verse | |

STORM

STORM

The calm waters edge
Happily splashing the shore
The look of the calm
So happy and free
The perfect place
Anyone should want to be
Thoughts of friends
Family you wish to share this moment with
The overwhelming feeling of joy
A swirling in your mind
The most amazing scene by mankind
Displayed right before your eyes
You want to cry 
At this feeling of pride
The pride and love of what is in front of your eyes
This epic moment 
Sun shining to the sea
Such an amazing thing 
Between the rays of light on sea
You see such godlike things
This whole feeling bringing you to your feet
For there is nothing like this
This one thing
The joy of this scene 
The warmth of the light beaming
The feeling of being free
This perfect view.
As the sun slowly flows down
You sit with it 
Staring at the sea
Its depth amazing
What  it can hold
All the life inside its depth
The suns gleam
Off this godly thing
Makes you wonder
How such a beautiful thing
Exists in this world of death.
The trees stir
The sun now tucked away
The ocean moves, calm as every other day
Laying down by its edge 
You look towards the sky
The stars slowly form
Showing their light
the moon takes the place
As the cool new sun
The crisp air of night
Flooding your mind
Making you lose track of time
Drifting to sleep
You awake in your dreams
The same old scene
Surrounds you
Yet it is not the same joy
The feeling is strange
The sun is clouded
Darkness making the ocean look grey
What was once a nice day
Has been shown to the side of decay
The wind flows around
But in a different tone
The way it moves
No, no something is wrong
The once clear open sky
Now looks to have drowned and died
The soft ocean seems to turn tide
Then the noise.
There is nothing.
The storms fury is coming
Spin, turn, look for a escape
Unable to hear yourself over the gale
You shut your eyes and think of the time
That time...
The one with the nice breeze
The one with the clear sky
The one that made you cry
Cry and cry
Those tears of happiness and content
The beautiful scene 
That beautiful time.
the one that there was not a care in sight
the one where stars where shown bright
yes, yes once upon a time...


Details | Free verse | |

Vertical Lines

Don't forget to cross the Ts
and dot your Is
because if you don't do that
they're just lines vertical on a page.
Lets us forget about the imperfect words
that make us cry
the vertical lines,
like jail bars hold us back.
Stand up and out and roar like a lion!

she is mine, I love her,
but I am quiet,
held back by the vertical lines
the black oily jail bars,
that keep my hear caged in
everytime I cry and people don't listen
the guard taps his nightstick upon
the vertical bars,
the imperfect feelings of pain and sadness
feeling like this it bores me 
feeling like this makes me sick
and I feel myself wanting to vomit
and shake the nervous feeling
of falling into a dark hole,
so I sit behind these vertical lines,
like cocaine lines, ready to snort up your nose,
like cigarettes lined in a perfect and neat row,
like empty wine and beer bottles
littering around my feet.

The vertical lines take me away from reality,
close my already blinded eyes
with a black blindfold.
These jail bars cross my soul,
chain my the ankles and wrists,
and choking me, holding my head under water,
I can't breath!!! Help me!
These vertical bars hold me back in life,
hold my emotions from coming out,
to tell you how I feel for you!
I no more want vertical lines,
I want to be free.
Drive horizontal roads that wined and turn around beautiful mountains
too take a deep breathe and share the beauty
to watch the horizontal horizon.
Too sit on a beach shore and write till the sun goes down
and the mermaids sings cheerful tunes
that uplift my spirits and break the remaining vertical lines
that bind and hold my heart in place.

There is nothing beautiful in a straight line,
let alone a vertical one.
Horizontal, vertical all bad in their own ways,
always trapping us, like jail bars or barbwire that streches across the open lands.
Love has no lines,
no boundaries,
so why should I have lines that bind me together
holding my head underwater,
till a spark lights a powder keg and blows me sky high
and I finally set myself free
and roam the horizon for ever.


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


Details | Epic | |

pull though

we live in an angelic world made by numbers
all that i know that its made by nature
stones fall and trees grow
day by day we all grow together
all along we live in a beautiful world
we all rejoice together and bound together like leafs on a tree 
just like how they fall and die
we can all do it some how we all have
some one to lean on
close our eyes and get lost in motion transition between man and nature
we can all pull though
sea is spinning around the world
the rain comes and goes 
every time you see the snow comes a white light in our eyes
we all grow with cakes and candles
the old faces fade and so do the new
but we all live in a beautiful world
the sun rises every morning 
for some others have there backs turn
but wats ever happed to our souls its happened to someone else
so dont look back and grow old
burn your anger not your soul
just think that your still have this beautiful world
were the sun will always smile in the morning at you
every time i look around i see beautiful
long green grass
gliding objects all over my head
and me and you together
i know we can all live together as the light touches our hands we think of future plans
so make me unstopperble


Details | Ballade | |

The gentleOgre

The gentle Ogre.

There once was an Ogre, 
who lived in a cave
He was not aggressive
He wasn’t real brave
He’d sit and write poems
Or play his guitar
But everyone knew
That he went to far

For Ogre’s are angry
And Ogres are cruel
And it was well known
The top Ogre rule
You catch em you eats em
That’s just how it is
And they saw our weak Ogre
And they didn’t like this

But he didn’t care, 
He thought they were fools
And though they did treat him
So awfully cruel
He stuck to his rights
Like he always did
He had his opinions
Which he never kept hid.

But little folk loved him 
Adored  him,  did they
Whenever they saw him
It would make their day
They all did bow down to 
his sweet gentle power
Because in his heart was 
A beautiful flower.

One day they did ask him
To live with him there
They treated him tender
And gave him such care
They gave him a throne 
And made him their king
That sweet gentle Ogre
Was gave everything.

21 July 2013 @ 1713hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.


Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


Details | Free verse | |

A Billion Butterfly's

If she was the sun then i must become the moon...
Shes the bullets 2 my gun my obsession i consume...
How can i hold my tongue you fill my stomach with cocoons...
A billion butterflies now my hearts an open wound...
I never understood how our hearts were so in-tune...
Cupid got me good sniper tactics with the zoom...
I wanna be your king the only title ill assume...
If loving you is pain then ill never be immune...
Suppressed the beast in me so easily ..like light dissolving gloom...
A flames forever great full just to know it evolved from fumes...
A door that never closes hides a portal that we never use...
She grew a rose inside my heart a place i thought could never bloom...
Present , Past and Afterlife...One day I shall become your groom..
The day that you become my wife your hearts forever shatter proof...
Passion everlasting burns and yearns for just 1 simple truth...
To see your heeart forever smile theres nothing else id rather do.....


Details | Epic | |

Forms, who, you

What is a form
who needs a form
my form

My
form is my life
my
life
is my form

My reality is my reality
your reality is your reality
why segregate


Do you understand
do you really understand 
to deep?  

Go beyond
go within
be the limitless


Details | Free verse | |

Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue


Details | Epic | |

my poetry is deep

I will not tumble down nd fall to wat u say u expect of me
 I will not curve my pen 
 My ink remains insync with me
 My poetry is deep!
 Sometimes a little off edge but deep nonetheless
 Why shud I bow down to those who lack the intelligence to decipher the true emotions that lie in the twists nd turns of my crooked letters
 My poetry is deep?
 What is deep to me may not be deep to u
 But my poetry is true..
 U shall see that when um through

 I will not confuse u with metaphors or words known only by the dead
 I am not shakespear or a prodigy of any medeval poet..
 My poetry Is deep!
 There is no need for philosophers of any sort..
 My poetry does not need to be broken- it is not Da Vinci code

 My poetry branches out like a confused tree in winter
 My poetry runs deep with every line of mine
 Please keep in mind...
 I will not tumble down to expectation..

 My poetry quenches thirsts of many kinds..
 Heals or reveals even the mind of a child..
 My poetry can be explained by a mime
 You see.. My poetry is deep
 I do not need a podium to take u on rides no mind has ever known
 But a podium does need me to give it purpose nd exposure
 Like I said - my poetry is deep..
 Look deep into my eyes 
 Nd u will see that my poetry..
 Is my life..


Details | Free verse | |

Two Sided Universe

Life unfurls with timely elegance.
Attractive blooms herald the branches revival.
Flowers bear fruit for sustenance.
Soak your eyes in the exultation of the universe.
Behold the glory of this creation.
We will reap the order of the sun,
and glory in this garden,
where the nectar of life we will own.

I have inhaled the ether of Heaven!

Illusions I must not drink.
Our source of warmth will someday expire.
Long term survival of the fit is futile.
The dust of this race will float,
in the perpetual frost of the aftermath.
All life, knowledge, and perception will sleep.
This clump of world will disperse,
throughout the endless chill of space.

I have inhaled the smoke of Hades!



Details | Free verse | |

The Whores are my Women

I walk alone on freezing cold gutters,
with my jacket that has no buttons,
and shoes with the holes at the soles of my feet,
and the women look at me and gag,
they cry, they faint, they run away, they sigh,
they don't spare a passing glance,
they are the horrid creatures that have no soul.

Then there are the whores.
Yes, the whores stay with me,
they look at me and see a real man,
they see a real poet,
they see a real artist,
who really and truely starves for his art,
and they all admire me and what I stand for.

When I come around,
they tag along,
they sigh in relief when they see me
and they huddle around me
and they admire me
and I admire all of them.
They are my women
who ask nothing from me,
not one thing, yet they stay by my side.
They don't look at beauty, nor how big my bank account is,
they come as they are and look at me for what I really am.
They admire me, they love me,
they can't get enough of me,
and I can't get enough of them.
They all treat me right,
and I admire them for going out of their way for me.

Love is real, when real people appriciate real people.
Love is there when they sit there and listen to me
read my poems and they laugh and smile at me
and my creative genius.
The whores are my women,
and I love them for that, and I smile,
my heart laughs and they laugh with me,
because their my women
and I love them for that.

-10/23/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Love will Triumph

Love will Triumph
when all is lost,
and nothing is gained.
Love will Triumph;
when hearts are broken,
and friends cry upon other friend's shoulders,
as love has fleed the countrysides,
but Love will come again
to triumph over the souls that eat away at evening dreams.

Love will triumph
when all is lost,
and the enemy takes victory
from the bloodsoaked battlefields,
as the hearts break with a somber kiss goodbye,
Love will triumph once more.

Friends turn enemies with a blind eye
and a sorrow kiss goodbye.
Blue eyed Death comes with a knock upon my door,
Charles Haigh Wood,
You painted a picture
that describes that sorrow in my heart,
that one wish, that one dream,
that if I believe hard enough
that Love will triumph again.
Believe, when a friend steals my love away,
they kiss and kill my heart,
hand and hand, they sing to each other,
as I clench my fists and hold back my sharp tongue
and evil and dreeded thoughts.
As she holds me back from him, My tourmented soul cannot handle
such pain and suffering.
and I wanting to get revenage, but having no courage, I am no coward.
I scream in my thoughts and my heart sheads tears.
Why me? I ask, why does love trample over my soul?
Leave me now, you have what you wanted,
you stole my love away,
take her,
love her,
show her what I couldn't show her,
teach her!
I shall turn the other cheek
listen to the nightingales sing in the morning sunrises,
and listen to the phrase that plays one thousand and one times
in my mind,
Love with Triumph, Love will Triumph, Love will Triumph!!!

Oh with love comes such betrayal and hate,
it seems everytime love Triumphs away,
someone else is happy in love's fanasty
and my heart is trampled all over!
My heart crushed by dirty shoes,
and dirty and sinfull hands that take my love away from me.
Love will Triumph as they say,
but no more shall I go though that pain again.
Over and over and over again,
Love Triumphs all over,
but no victory in my name, no victory for my heart.

As I sit at the foot of my bed,
the fog rolls on through
and takes me by surprise.
Love is like a fog, that burns away with the first rays of sunrise.
Love will Triumph in the days of Betrayal.



-9/21/2013-

For the Contest: Charles Haigh Wood


Details | Romanticism | |

Lives wasted with foolish dreams

Lives wasted with foolish dreams,
of love and kindness.
I hold no grudge, nor Envy.
But I say, Pish Posh!
Love in Life is gone
and nothing True comes of it.

For Love is gone... for Love is gone...
I do not mope, so do not judge me.
Do not portray me, as an envious man, who cannot fall... in Love.
For I've travelled through Hell and back.
And I've seen, what I've seen.
Horrific things, and Devilish, and damnation temptation,
that swallows my soul in Godly ridden fire balls.
Once you've seen, what I have seen
you'd feel the same as me.

See me now walk, through the shadows
of wanting relationships and kisses on park benches,
that mock me... and I slowly die.
I want that! I WANT THAT!!!
I shall shout from the rooftops,
of the evening skylines of purplish and orange skies,
Oh, how I desperately want that...
But I hold no grudge, nor am I Envious
of my fellow brother in Love.
I go to him, hold his hand and congradulate him,
on his beautiful Maiden.

... Then I shall turn my cheek,
and walk the path of lone riders.
Starving to be Loved...


Details | Epic | |

Bleach Blonde White Princess

A bleach blonde white girl is so beautiful, so awesome, I so want to be with her. If this
beautiful white girl is a beautiful princess, then she deserves a crown or a tiara, and a
throne. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. It seems that I'm in love with a
beautiful white girl. And when I look into her beautiful eyes (blue, olive green, or
hazel), they look like a pair of priceless gems or a pair of expensive diamonds worth
$750,000. Her hair (blonde, brunette, or red) is so soft and smooth, it's like holding a
softer cloth made in Persia. I've never imagine such a beautiful princess, even in my
wildest dreams. This white/Caucasian princess will make a possible girlfriend for me and
I'd be her black prince.  Even when we get married, I will be her black king and she will
be my bleach blonde white queen and become a family in the near future. And if me and this
white princess were to be together forever after being boyfriend and girlfriend and that I
tell her that I had real feelings for this beautiful white girl, I promise not to ever
cheat on her with any other woman, even if she's as attractive as she is. I hope fate will
bring and keep us together for life.


Details | Free verse | |

Nevermore

We do not compare to one another.
My skin is the coal the people used.
Your skin is the powder the flappers adore.
My soul is deep and my heart is pure.
Pure as white!
Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark.
Darker than the skin my poeple hold.

We may not compare, but you are my brother.
Not by blood
or by class.
We are fused-
fused by lives we live and the past we lived 
We are connected forevermore. 

There was a master and he was cruel. 
The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats.
There was no hope for the slave that cried.
There was no voice for the slave that would not hide.

Flight was the tantalizing thought.
The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom.
Their was only the need to fight.
Fight to live and fight to breathe.
Those greats so far down kept on fighting.
They kept on preserving.
They had their beauty that could never be touched.

White Man, White Man listen to me. 
I was the coal that was used.
I was the coal that was taken from its home.
I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom.

The flappers are young and they love their powder.
You will be used and you will become the slave.
I am the coal that is free.
You are the powder that is used.

My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. 
Too much has been seen and too much has been lived.
No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty.
They are mine and forever will be.

My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.


Details | Free verse | |

The Ripped Pages

The ripped pages,
torn from a red notebook
litter the ground.

And empty beer bottles,
are all toppled on each other
the wine bottles line the fireplace mantel.

Ripped pages from a red notebook
crumpled into balls,
torn from reality.

Like hearts broken,
from betrayal or heartache,
Ripped pages from a red notebook.

Torn pages,
ripped pages,
torn from a red notebook,
the notebook of life.

Ripped pages litter the ground,
and I open a bottle of beer,
I drink.

I light a cigarette,
I inhale,
fill my lungs with clouds of grey.

Ripped pages from a red notebook,
the notebook of life,
here I go, writing another poem.


Details | Free verse | |

Nighttime Wonders

There is a place,
a magical wonderland
that sits at the end of your mind,
and everybody dead and living
goes there when they are tired.
It is a place that is special
and is diffrent to stand to your approval.
It is a nighttime wonder
only open from eleven to five
and you can only come,
if you truely believe.

It is a place
where the streets are paved gold,
peace runs through every corner and avenue,
no jails, no hospitals
because there is no crime and no sickness.
The skies are always blue,
and the clouds are all white,
the sun is blazing hot
and the woman all give you a wink of an eye
and all blow you kisses,
where the men want to be you,
and where the women want to sleep with you.
It is a nighttime wonder,
a special place,
in the back of your mind.
It is real, not imaginary,
nothing is fake about this place,
this is where dreams come true,
where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches,
no wars, no enemies, no hangovers,
no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed,
no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils;
everything is beautiful, and everything grand.

A piece of Heaven on Earth.
Everyone is happy,
all with a smile on their face,
not a frown in sight.
Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices
and the sweetest of songs sung.
This place is a nighttime wonder.

When you tuck yourself under the sheets,
grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend
husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend,
we all go to this special nighttime wonderland.
A place of joy, a place of happiness,
a place where you go to forget
and enjoy,
a mini vacation.
Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on
and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder
and places you back into reality.


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Have All the Flowers Gone

My troll brought home his ladylove, from the tropics the other day.
Where have all my flowers gone? I began to ask as she came to stay.
Before then, my yard was beautiful and with a bountiful bouquet.
But my basement troll has found true love, as his mind doth go astray.
He has become a Whimsy Troll now, with sonnets on his mind arrayed.
Beauteous thoughts with poetic whimsy have put him on a cloud to stay.
His mind goes to poetic heights, then back to harvest my gardens bounty.
Until now, I had never realized how short a flower’s life could truly be.
Until he put them in the hands of his beloved volcano demon, you see.
One little touch of romantic love and poof they go up in smoke!
Dear oh Dear is all I can say! This can’t go on much more, I croaked!
Then with a sudden insight, I had a load of coal dumped at my door.
Diamonds are made by Volcano Demons with minerals from volcano cores.
So I ask her to form crystalline blossoms, in shapes like in my garden yard.
I told the troll what she truly wanted was not flowers but inspiration, you see.
And naturally a Whimsy Troll has all that she could ever possibly need.
Flowers now made from diamonds, became totally structured from one piece.
And people came from the world over, for what she could present, to see.
Now Cartier is coming over and knocking enthusiastically at her door.
And she has bought more minerals to do the same with other jewels galore.
At least I now won’t have to worry about how my garden is going to survive.
And the new Whimsy troll is finally leaving my garden alone, at least for now.
He now gives her inspiration from all our glorious blooms as they wander around.
Now, he and his ladylove walk my garden path, leaving trails of beautiful stones.
Troubles have come in many ways and sizes over the years, I must truly say… 
But with a mind and a touch of muse... They all seem to somehow fall away… 


Written 4-9-2012


Details | Free verse | |

How Many More Years

How many more years,
do I have to show for?
How many more years,
does man ask of me to do the do?
How many more years,
can I hold out smoking;
before the black cancer eats away my heart?
How many more years,
do I face love all alone,
with not a angel nor demon by my side?
How many more years,
shall I live life a fear of dying,
without trace of a paradise in the afterlife?
How many more years,
shall I suffer from the tourment
of mockery and jig-saw puzzles that make me struggle
and feel a sort of pain that stabs so deep into my heart,
to the point where I cannot feel the thumping of the clock of life.
Till I see such mates and lovers stride with perfection and desolation
I shall be happy with the remaining years within the remaining years,
and live those still remaining years all alone in perfection
and poetry and beautiful roses shall litter the gardens of the dead and dying
and my mind shall shack and shiver and become dizzy with such thought,
of how many more years!

Tick and tock, the clock goes,
as the thumping and striding of a foolish heart
goes into darkness unwanted,
unloved,
charming in his own way
and own definition;
and he shall stride to a pretty how town
and dance marry and be himself
and for one joyous night,
he shall not think so much
of time and death,
but to think how many more years,
do I have to live life with a smile?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Ultraviolet

The sweet smell of ultraviolet perfume
Fills Macy’s in the Staten Island mall
I’m getting it for her birthday
And then in my mind I begin to recall

Thinking of the first time that we met 
 The exact time of that very special day
Then the cashier say mister your change
And I smile take it and walk away

She’s in the kitchen as I come home
With smell of ultraviolet on my cloths
She said did you get me a gift, and I say no
And she hugs me and smile for knows

The day she came me my life 
I know that she was the one
And we just talk for a few minutes
And I know that my heart was gone

Everything about her was so amazing
And I know something strange happening
When the smile that was missing
Suddenly come back to me again

And I can feel a since of comfort
That I have never ever felt before
And didn’t know what it was 
But I know that I wanted more

And when it’s late and you say good night
I would feel so sad but won’t let it show
I would lay awake all night in my bed
Because I cant wait to see you tomorrow

I keep thinking about you all the time
And I feel so empty because I miss you
And I wish to hold you in my arms
But the way I feel you didn’t have a clue

And everything little about you
To me was a complete mystery
It’s like I’m a knowledge seeker
And are the dictionary

The way you carry about yourself
Like this great cool philosopher
I was captivated in the glory of your aura
And I become your biggest admirer

I haven ever met anyone like you 
And I was just left completely hypnotize
And at that moment I know my Mecca
Will be the day I look in your eyes

And these feeling that have come over me
I know that it could only love
And at that moment I know that god
Send the girl I always dreamt of


Details | Acrostic | |

Faith

Favorable and a faithful young lady indeed! She’s compassionate, bright, positive, confident, easygoing, single-minded and humble (unlike Charity) and she’s the mother of Joy’s niece!  
(I won’t tell you all her name…I’ll leave it as an anonymous thing until later on of course)
A pretty, prudent, humble and joyous individual, bearing all of the traits her sisters lack: hope, joy, charity, and so much more! Above all, this is the trait she builds up before she passes away: TRUE, GENUINE, & TREASURABLE LOVE <3 
I believe she evidently found the love in her life…a boy that’s poor in the world’s standards, but rich in heart…he shares most of the traits she has and he has some she doesn’t have…and vise versa! They were like two peas in a pod and they were destined to be with each other for eternity (strangers to best friends to a cute, charming couple)!
Tranquilizing like a violin her voice is! She’s a surprise at every corner! She has a priceless, graceful voice greater than many! She’s unpredictable and untamed with enthusiasm and curiosity (much like her daughter) and takes it on another level! 
Has a hilarious side of her, though she’s too bashful about it getting out of control in front of everyone, including some of her family and friends . . . She brushes her hair to try to let go of the embarrassment she feels inside; likewise, she’s grooming away the gloom in her solitary bedroom and wants her sister, Charity, to reflect upon her for one (she feels left out when she’s hanging around her because she’s self-centered and doesn’t notice her, only herself)! She refuses and breaks her heart, once pumping with plenty of effulgent, extra-incredible exuberance – thanks a thousand for your ignorance, Charity! Have a giving heart like Faith, thumping with triumph, thundering wonder and thanksgiving! All 4 of the sisters should gather and preserve faith forevermore!


Details | Epic | |

My Love for a Hispanic Girl

A Hispanic girl's beauty is so wise and strong, I think that I'm in love with her. She
represents the sun that shines the entire room and my world by day. At night, she's the
moon that rises by night, and my shining star.The beauty of all Hispanic girls are
blooming like a batch of red, yellow, white, and pink roses. When I look into the eyes of
a beautiful Hispanic girl, they shine like a pair of expensive diamonds worth $1 million.
When I see her face, it's like looking at an angel. And her black hair is so soft and
silky, it's like holding a silky cloth made in Persia. The first time I fall in love with
a Hispanic girl, won't be my last. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. When
I'm with a real-life Hispanic girl, I won't run away; I'll be by her side, no matter what.
Sometimes, relationships with Hispanic girls don't last long, but some of them do. Her
intuition is so strong and powerful, it makes me want to spend the rest of my life with
this Hispanic girl. I'm in love with a Hispanic girl because she's beautiful, she's
attractive, and I really love her. I love the way she walks, the way she talks, and I love
her beautiful smile. If she had a good guy like me in her life, then she wouldn't have to
worry about anymore pain or drama and I don't want my love for a Hispanic girl to go to
waste. And if I get into a serious relationship with this attractive Hispanic girl, then
there's no turning back. I hope fate brings us together. I hope me and this Hispanic girl
stay together forever.


Details | Epic | |

Beautiful Angel: White-Caucasian Princess

A beautiful white/Caucasian girl is a princess in her own right. She's the best thing that
has ever happened to me. Her beauty is so strong, so powerful, it makes me want more of
them. Her hair is so soft and silky, it's like holding a cloth that is made in Persia. And
when I look into the eyes of an attractive Caucasian girl, it looks like looking at a pair
of expensive gems worth $300,000. Not only do I find this beautiful white/Caucasian
princess very attractive, she's really cute, too. This attractive princess will make a
possible girlfriend for me soon, especially when I'm thinking about taking her to dinner
and a movie. All I'm saying is that if this beautiful white/Caucasian girl had a nicer,
kinder, gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore
drama from other guys. And I don't want a white/Caucasian girl's beauty to go to waste. I
can tell that a white/Caucasian girl is sad inside and out. I can also tell that this
beautiful white girl is angry and lonely. I'm the only one who can repair her broken
heart. That's exactly what I tend to do. And if I were to be the new boyfriend of this
beautiful white/Caucasian princess and she were to be my beautiful, attractive girlfriend, I
promise I won't cheat on her with any other girl, even if she's as attractive as this girl
is. I hope fate will bring and keep us together forever.


Details | Epic | |

Dark River

Opulent drapes line the entry way. Jungles of dust envelope me as i enter the main hall. Before I can take note of further scenery I am greeted by a jester of sorts .Once without knowing twice without showing thrice I am glowing now knowing the growing shall cease. Further we head into the beyond and greater increases my appetite. Major fighting starts without warning while I'll wager that my being is further affirmed. Golden lights burn on me as I swirl around the middle of the battle field. Kings and Queens were made or broken on that day while I asure you I never thought I was going to live to tell the tale. My life was saved by avenging angels who swept into the ball room. Eerily I beconed for the demons as I was flown out the window and into the forrest beyond the manor. High in the clouds I realized too late the angels were the demons and the demons were angels. Alas they returned me to my kingdom of the underworld where I rule to this day with regret over the loss of battle. Woe to the victor go the spoils


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 1 - Beauty and harmony

                                      Beauty and harmony,
                                              so close to the heart,
                                       my love is here to stay


Details | Light Poetry | |

soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | Didactic | |

Memo To The Cosmos

            Memo To The Cosmos

Speak softly to your children in their billions
Burning stars and planets planted in the dark
Avoid the void with colors you created
Started in the garden of your heart
Watered with the tears of ages parted there
Shared with the cosmic dust in their parade of days
The Great Animator of antimatter who made us all
Calls to you on the winds in angular momentum
Remember to always care
Absolute zeroes walk hand in hand
Deceleration parameters of the dark matter clamor
Cajole all things from nothing, shakes them into life 
Remember cosmos, to close your eyes
In the explosions, reds and whites, blinding lights
Knit them into place
Ponder nuclear fission 
House the gravity of souls with every hour
Sit on the emission distance. String the theories
Stitch them together
Inertia reminds you where you are today
Drift with it in silent vectors distance
Take inertia to heart
To the stars, to your little ones, your little heroes
Calculated by their zeroes 
Take this memo to the Cosmos
Be light
Try not to be absorbed while being born


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 2 - Longing no more

                                       Longing no more,
                                      
                                       I shall smile from now on,

                                       See me live life a new.


Details | Free verse | |

Tales on a Bench

Rural fallacy took them 
all 
On a bench so long, long 
and long
So outstretched to many 
many miles
And carried a very 
many smiles.
Behold many narratives:
Beatitude caricatures and 
boisterous terrors
Amid colorful comical 
and beauteous polarities.
Beautiful bench in a 
beautiful terrain
Under a beautiful shade 
Serving beautiful beings
And soon say naught to 
the cuckoo songs
On this cuddling 
cream bench.
there are many 
perpetual tales on this 
perpetual seat
And will last so long the 
world is with them.

Entered into "On a 
bench" contest.
Sponsored by: Black 
Eyed Susan.


Details | Free verse | |

Strike an image

I had thought that by now
I'd be a silk laced image in her beautiful, brown eyes,
by now I'd thought I was her's to hold and to keep,
to snuggle with in lonesome nights,
when there was nothing on the television.
I felt my heart jump from such nervous butterflies
swaying and soring in the pit of my stomach
that i'd be her's to call her own.
When I saw her... she smiled at me.
When I first said hello... she blushed
and combed her long, lucious hair behind her lovely ear;
I'd thought by now, i'd be her's to keep.

now, winter has emerged and i am cold
in a garden, which lay dead roses
who were once all blooming and fresh smells of beauty filled the atmosphere,
now it is a garden of snow and greyness.
nothing more is there to say,
but to look back on past memories
and shed one gloomy tear,
no more of her smiles,
and laughs
we had shared in the hallways of life
and the blushing, the rosey cheeks,
and nervous smiles,
stumbling over tongue twisting words,
such as "I love you"
all just a dying rose, in a dying garden, in a dying heart
stricked with the dead cold of winter
and she is gone, no where in sight,
hell what i'd give up to be with her one more night,
to strick up a conversation,
for about an hour or two,
drink tea and coffee,
not coffee, for i remember it used to give you headaches,
and read the most romantic of poetry!
we'd laugh a storm that would swallow jealous hearts
and we'd be happy together, for one more night,
if you'd only return my calls,
if only you'd look at me at all the school gatherings
and class funtions,
just to give me an innocent nod to let me know that you still care.
by now, if you are reading this poem,
I had striken an image in your beautiful mind.
come spring, I hope and pray that you will be there for me,
as i was there for you... through thick and thin,
throughout such tragedy and celebration,
i hope you are there...


Details | Free verse | |

Midnight is almost here

Long after the sun has set,
and the moon has been out for sometime,
and it is full,
and a couple stars twinkle
with no remorse,
the sky is dark purple and blue.
The headlights from hotrods shine through my living room window,
as I sit there listening to the classical station
on the radio
and I sit hunched over my typewriter,
a cigarette hanging from my mouth,
a half bottle of red wine at my possession.
I look at the clock upon the wall,

11:45 P.M.

Ah, midnight is almost here.
Midnight, the turn of a new day,
as I sit there
I breath in,
feel my heart skip a beat,
I turn to the radio and click it off.
the classical nocturne of Chopin disappears into thin air.
I put out my cigarette,
cork the bottle of wine.
I type one last poem,
before the end of the night,
before the night goes away
into the past.
Then I think to myself,
Goodbye old day,
oh, what memories I created along with the shining of the sun?
Then I write about the midnight slowly approaching,
slowly climbing to the zero hour,
the hour of:
a new day,
a new hour,
a new life,
a new start,
a new woman,
a new adventure,
a new everything,
a new anything,
a new politician,
a new choice of lunch,
a new walk around the block,
a new time,
a new day,
a new sun,
and a new moon,
and after a new day,
a new night,
and another midnight,
and a new cigarette with be lit,
a new bottle of wine will be open,
and drunk with responsibility,
and all will be good
and everything with come into place,
with a new day,
and a new life,
a new midnight.
The start of a night soon will come.

It is now 11:52 P.M. 

I've been writing
for seven minutes,
eight more minutes till a new day,
till a new beginning!
I'm tired,
I'm going to bed.
Have a goodnight.


Details | Rhyme | |

Towards Maturity

Within my life much,
if not most of my time been spent
and as time makes no delay
I make haste for where my joy went.
I look back, so not forgotten
all the things that shaped me so,
try to make most of the present
but the future its fruits to show.

I guess I could complain
but then who's ascribed the blame?
surely I had to decide
where to go from where I came.
I've not always done whats best
but refute any regret,
looking forward to what may
cross my path and still be met.

Many questions still to be,
many answer's still unsought
but in all uncertainty,
only hope my eye has caught.
Since I am not the worst off
nor even close to best,
I am not closest to failing
and much further can I press.
seeking way to better me
and to live my life in truth
I now put my trust in God
who has known me b'fore youth.


Details | Epic | |

The Day After

The Day After,

Day after day, I pray for our Father to give this demon peace
Adam, I want you to know he does not bother me so,
his rage is his own, not mine,
---tormented by a word, he plasters on his face
words of sorrow, that haunted him for years
God Bless him, and the thin skin he lives in
he has no amo in that pistol he calls a pen
the movements, and the words he spews are too predictable
come sit by my side Adam, let's enjoy another slice of apple pie
together we can watch the mud splash from underneath his feet
look at the way he enjoys eating spoiled grapes
from the hands of his mangled up paparazzi cameltoe hoarders

For who does he think he is, attacking essence, that don't suit him
Adam, I have no problem when this demon speaks in tongues
I laugh at the ones who follow and uproar, his roar,
indecent knoeledge,
Why this demon cries and lies all night long? ---LET THEM ENJOY!
Anything that helps him attract ridicule flies from the same nasty barrio
I can say hurtful things, that will anger the demon,
give him, the real reason for vengence
ADAM! I'd rather not, my words are poisonous enough
too much for someone like him who easily gets bent out of shape,
when it comes to paper and pen, this backstabbing demon
I've shown you my sword, the rage I can display, however that's not lady like
even I was disgusted by the thoughts that poured from my golden pen
I killed, a world, and hung myself when spewing that 75 line verse
a poem, in which God, Himself shut me up, and said " Eve what have you done! "
Walk away now, and never look back, that kind of slam is forbidden
listen to the air, God is whipering, I need not to fight, a fight that's not worth it
Adam, this time let's trust the Lord,
look how this demon's eyes, eiden when we bite the strange fruit together
forget about the worm in the apple, preying on dirty minds needing attention
at the end, he will notice, God is my witness, and under His protection
I move forwards, not backwards, and I know how to turn the other cheek
Adam, its time to look away,
let's make love like never before, let's continue to explore a world of love
a world made especially for ADAM and EVE

By Poet - Eve


Details | Epic | |

A Determined Devil

As I lay another cedar beam plumb for our home
smoke plumes, serpentine and sulfuric,  interrupts the sunshine,
I look below the ridge, Eve standing silent
with weapon in hand, a woman so grand,
panic has no nest in her person, fear has no finger on her pulse,
I move like lightning to war by my Lady's side,

Valley vandels have come, scortching field fruit,
searing insidious signs into our peach and apple trees,
incarnate, the Devil disheveled with a defunct posse of three
approaches me, hailing not from a city of angels but from a ghetto of ghouls,
mean and ugly like ignorance injured by the ivory tusks of innocence,
a madman desperate for the destruction of Divinity,
unskillful and wishful for lies to come alive,
he's a scribbler scribe, a dribbler riddler
a stereotype simpleton, frontin and gruntin
fallin short of the great gangsta idol,
just a stereotypical imbecile, a pencil with no lead,
burpin chicken feathers claimin
them to be the silk quill of Angels,

I turn to Eve now with eyes saying now is the moment for demise,
briefly, before before I strike steel across the throat of Hell itself
our first promise to each other repeats in my memory,
" I forever fight for you "
as her brown eyes convince me of loyalty, love royal,
she rips her blade through his groin
as I open a river across the throat of this terrible thug...

By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hazel Eyes

Hazel Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
September 15, 2011

Such beautiful eyes
So full of mysterious disguise
They have the sheen 
Of a light light green
And yellow as the autumn sky
As you gaze you wonder why
As I wait to meet
Surely my heart will greet
Of the feelings we share
Surely, Do we DARE
As we run through life amongst and with it
Through our devoted commitment
Follow the long forgotten past
In our hearts we know it will last
Our love is so fine
In our eyes you see it as we dine
To feel the warmth of her skin
The feelings I know she will let me in
From this day forward I know she is mine
Our love will last till the ends of all time
The feelings in my heart are a must
Truly, truly they are JUST!

Dedicated to a lady I know
Jacki Wahner McDowell
With Beautiful Hazel
EYES


Details | Epic | |

Lust Becoming - Part One

Our bodies appear so new Eve,
alive with steam and secrets like uncolonized landscapes,
you look at me as if I'm the answer to your agonized ardor,
we are here, in the morning of human mystery,
I see your warm breath trailing from lips undoubting,
removing the simple garment of cotton wool
hanging from vine straps on your tanned shoulders,
I drool a coma of virgin wine,
a drama rushes through my glands for you,
adrenaline rises hot in the pulse we share,
I'm feelin you Eve,
fevering for your cleaving to me,
with both hands,
grabbing your welcoming neck like a pleasure treasure,
kissing you from side to side
slowly, lovingly,
open mouth survival,
a lust revival,
could be our last moment,
love me with that viper tongue,
this is how we were meant to be,
hold my staff as it ripens for you Eve,
I lay you open as a new Gospel,
roaming your foaming fruit,
mesmerized by the moaning,
take my scepter as a rod of romance Eve...

By Poet  - Adam/J.A.B.


Details | Free verse | |

The Adversaries of the Wicked Past

I didn’t mean to interrupt you,
But I must leave you for a while
I didn’t mean to alarm you in any way possible,
But…I’ll be back – I’m not a deleted file 

The walls are haunting me…
Intimidating me…
The pictures are bringing me back bittersweet memories
Tainted miseries…
The floors are soon to be
Full of dust, dirt and dust bunnies
The sky’s skillfully shelters the Earth’s inhabitants 
The ocean…and its mesmerizing motion
Grazes playfully above disconsolate clouds
The hills and mountains
Brings me higher in happy states
It uplifts the blue and the morose things 
My brain spins faster than the Earth’s axis
And I finally flee…
From the chaos that tries to attack me
I don’t want to cause corruption in this
World of Woe
Don’t subside from the truth
That sets us free from the snare
Run faster than that silly hare

I won’t give in to enrapturing rue
But I mustn’t break the boundaries
Or be stuck in between…
I missed out and I haven’t a clue
What you’ve gone through,
Forget about 
The adversaries of the wicked past
They stepped foot in my mind’s eye
They lie about everything that comes to pass; they try to bring them below their feet
They cry out for your whole being…they’re left incomplete
Bu, you’re a different story
A future full of glory

Dismiss the depression wars
Devour the adversaries, always wanting more and more and more
The demons will keep exploring 
The land of squandering quarrels
You, on the other hand, must discover
The peace-abiding angels that have more in store
They whisper in our ears:
“Don’t look back in the perilous past, 
Move forward into the unknown future,
Cast away the sorrows of yesterday
And hope for a triumphant tomorrow!”


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Storm

The calm waters edge
Splashes the shore,
The tranquil place,
The perfect place,
Anyone would want to be here.

The thoughts of family, friends
Anyone you wish to share this moment with,
Share this overwhelming feeling of joy swirling in your mind
This most amazing scene.

This picture displayed before your eyes
Makes you want to cry
The feeling of pride;
Pride, love for what is in front of your eyes.

This epic moment.

Sun shining on the sea
Creating an amazing contrast to the sky.
Below the sea lays,
Lay such unfathomable things.

As the sun slowly falls from the sky
You take time and realize
The feeling of being free.

When the sun’s light finally hides
You sit on the soft white sand
Pondering:
How can such a beautiful thing exist in this world of death?

The trees stir as the wind blows,
There is no more warmth of day,
Just the bright moons light
And the crisp air of night.

Close your eyes and relax.
Dream of the peaceful things,
You have seen.

Awake.
The same scene surrounds you
Yet without the same feeling of joy.

The suns clouded,
Its darkness making the ocean look grey,
What was once a nice day
Has been shown the side of decay.

The wind flows around
But with a different tone,
The gentle, reassuring breeze
Dead.

Something is wrong.

The soft, quiet ocean starts to turn tide
There is no sound.

Lightening crackles shattering the silence
Violent rain pounds the ground
And the ocean turns black,
The fury is coming.

Spin, turn, look for an escape
But no one is around;
Shut your eyes, drown out the noise
And think of that time.

That time...
The one with the nice breeze
And the clear sky
The one that made you cry;
Cry those tears of happiness and content.
The beautiful scene 
That beautiful time.
The one with not a care in sight
The one where stars where always shined bright
And the water was a beautiful sight,
Yes, yes, once upon a time...


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Comet Punctuation - Haiku

     Comet Punctuation - Haiku

murky water, still
jungle web vegetates silk
comet punctures pond


Details | Ballad | |

A CASTLE HEARTSTONE MYSTERY

A beautiful girl was born
In secret...
On a spring night
Just before dawn
 
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Your heart would melt
 
As she grew
Everything she touched
She loved too
The inner peace
Made people turn and sigh
 
In the depths of the Castle
She was kept secret
For the mother knew
The humilation and pain too
 
For the child,
a father was not known
For the mother,
she carried the secret
In her aching heart
On her face, the pain shown
 
The father, so they say
Handsome and charming
Took her heart
Took her love
Then went away
 
A girl, so fair
As beautiful as the day
Often wondered
Of the man
Who took her mothers'
heart away
 
Her mother in despair,
died
A broken heart
No one could repair
 
The girl,
such sorrow
Yet everything 
She touched
She loved too
 
A girl, so fair
Accepted with innate grace
the loss
She could bare
Serenity , upon her face
 
Abeautiful child
Bcame a woman
Eerything she touched
Se loved too
 
On a  spring night
Se must find
Te man who helped bring her ,
in to this world
Eerything she touched
Bcame light
 
Se sensed he was near...
Smething in the wind showing
Whose ripples she could hear
Her fair hair,  blowing
 
A fair wind came
Warm and sweet
from the South
A Prince to meet
 
A South Wind Prince confessed
A daughter to love
A girl, so fair
Everything she touched,
was blessed
 
A tale of love spurned
A mothers' despair
A daughters' love returned
A girl, so fair
Averything she touched
She loved too
With a heart, 
Carried in you


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Teenage Love 19: 2010-present

When it comes to young love, it's a beautiful thing for young people from around the world. 
And when it comes to teen boys and teen girls falling in love with each other since the day they 
met, it's like fireworks popping in the sky. Their moms and dads are either happy about it or 
inapproving or whatever. It seems to everybody that most relationships among all teenagers 
might even last to either 72 hours or a lifetime. That's a really long time, but then, if these two 
young lovebirds want to stay together, even until their high school reunions, then that's fine. 
Sometimes love will make young men and/or young women do some silly things or whatever, 
but love doesn't; it's just an emotional feeling for teen boys and teen girls combined. Their 
parents (the moms and the dads) should also know what their lives were like when they were 
teenagers, especially since the day they fell in love with each other. Young love has 
revolutionized the year 2010 and it'll revolutionize the future of all of the would-be teen 
couples. This is starting to get very interesting. It looks like the junior/senior high school years 
will be with all of the wound-be-then teen love birds for the rest of their natural lives. All 
relationships among all young people will not just continue to increase every single day, but no 
matter what the circumstances of young relationships or whaterer, it'll seem that day in and 
day out, all of the young lovers (all teen boys and all teen girls) will always have love for each 
other, and their parents are very happy about it. And if young love continues to grow and grow 
by the time the year 2025 arrives, there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.


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White Girl's Love Poem

When I saw a white girl for the first time, I had butterflies in my stomach. But when I
saw a white girl in person, I felt my heart beat. It seems that a beautiful white angel
has appeared in my life unexpectedly. When I saw the beautiful face of a white girl, I
knew that she would be the only one for me. My heart skips a beat every time I'm with a
white girl. I always get an emotional feeling every time that I'm with her. She's the sun
that lights up the Earth, she's the moon that rises at night, and she's the only shining
star I see in the sky, even though it's hard to reach for.  Her hair is so smooth and soft and her beauty and intuition are so powerful.  I see this white girl as my best friend, my future girlfriend, my wife, and the mother of my children. When we get into a serious relationship, it'll be like two worlds coming together at once. And if this white girl had a nicer, gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore of the drama going on or other bad things. I have real, emotional feelings for that girl.  I can tell that she's sad and hurt. I can also tell that her heart is broken, and I'm willing to fix it. It also seems that when I get to be with her, then I'll make sure that her heart doesn't get broken and I'll make sure that I don't take her for granted.  And when me and this white girl get together be this loving couple, then there's no turning back. I hope fate will keep us together forever.


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Real beauty

The most beautiful thing about 
a girl is not her look but her 
heart.
Her eyes, smile, and soul also 
play a big part.
She shines brighter than a star.
She doesn't have shame on her 
scars.
Because she knows thanks to 
them she made it this far.
She used it to make her soul 
and heart.
Staring in her eyes is like 
getting lost in beautiful art.
Like a maze you don't know 
where it ends, but you know 
where it starts.
Her heart is my target and my 
heart is my darts.
Wishing and praying that I hit 
the mark.-Mario Perez


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Corruption

I need GOD'S SPIRIT in the past, present and future Satan does complicate things (so many things) Be friendly to all (and to the ones corrupted by his destructive tools that break down instead of construct...we're used as inadequate tools) With all of your heart, Venerate God and His truth Grace and peace is yours (prize it and it will be your gift forevermore) Love covers all sins I write several poems of accord Satan is the creator of chaos, destruction, decadence, and corruption God is the creator of all good things, all good traits, love, beautiful individuals, and the upcoming, divine Kingdom I love His Law always (though I break em sometimes) Christ died for our sins and for our protection from the Devil...He died for our sakes I contemplate on God's great Word Talk about our issues...don't discard them...you need to take things off of your shoulders...you're holding too much weight on your back! Do you need a massage? Do you need someone to talk to or speak your mind to? God will always love you even when you make a couple of mistakes - He motivates us to keep trying & run the extra mile! Don't make up silly lies or stories or myths of any kind Don't make up lies in your head and gossip all day long - don't be caught off guard - I know you and I are blind But, search out the real truth behind living this arduous adventure-of-a-life


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Lust Becoming - Part Two

The morning after Eve
a slender look, that kills from a gentle touch
breathing the nullity that proceeds our days after Eden
Adam, luv, the findings of the world
reside in you and me
a brief description of how your time is all I need
take my beating heart, and do as you please
lets set the stage for the rest of the World
all morals, and relationships will follow us through the Ages,
the love, the want, the need, I Eve will be the center of life
a lust you have treasured,
in my soul resides a whole new world,
to feel me, will only bring a need to desire more,
my lips, will stumble on your masculinity, pleasing the touch
this is how it is meant to be, pleading to be loved
God the greatest Author came and has woken us up from sleep,
His amazing Word, we ignored wanting a greater feeling than a kiss
feel me Adam, take your rod and show me the way
another land, I open for your hands to explore
for Eden, was only a dream where there was only one Master
past these gates I offer the taste of my succulent fruit,
savoring the sparkling waters that run down my chest
majestic enough, one day we'll regain hope,
for the meantime,
lay your body next to mine, press against the exquisite beauty of my skin
take me for who I am, and join me as I drown you in the wetness of my sin

By Poet - Eve


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Meadow Mellodrama

You always need to have the last word Eve,
what you fail to realize like a storm with no form
is that sometimes the first word has more meaning than the last,
as the first step begins the journey
where the last step achieves the applause,
you say I'm wrong about everything,
I say you're right about nothing,

Father warned me of your impervious innocence
being a defense for owning the backlash of judgement 
the backdraft of your ego's firestorm has injured us both,
a whiplash that I feel in the arch of my wings,
you tell me, " I killed the Snake ",
a Princess of wrath, a child on the cusp of Lake Lonesome,
for love's sake woman pulverize your prize
with eyes enthussiastic for our future so fantastic,

I was always so fond of how you're perfectly prepared for battle,
no Poet Warrior would I choose over the war drums you use,
this nonsense of how, " I don't speak up " has got me angered up Luv,
I've got three arrowheads inked on my bicep 
counting the foes flung to Father's fire for you,
but still you wanna fret for another rampage rep,
I wanted to take joy from watching you crunch the coward,
to not intercept you from winning your own war
prideful in knowin that you weren't rattled by the scream of battle,

And don't preach to me about secrets in sullen seas,
I delivered my grief straight to your trophied floor,
your mansion has many doors, countless scores,
but you are no menace of mischief to me Eve,
rather, you are the only Angel I've ever adored
I would slay eagles just to have you write songs of our love's might,

I'm gonna go build a home for us
on that ridge called Heaven's Bridge,
go and make us some clothes
from our captured game, and ponder the roots of our argument's throes,
I love you more now than ever before -

By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.


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Beautiful

Its about Time.

You by my side feels so right.

what a beautiful night.

With my soon to be beautiful wife.

This is what i call a beautiful life.

I will love you until i die.

The knot im ready to tie.

From the ground to the sky.

Thats how big my love is no lie.

I get lost in your eyes.

I like it because its a place where you and I.

Im your's and your mine.

Baby life is fine-Mario Perez


Details | I do not know? | |

Titantic Life

we're all just dancing on the deck of our own Titantic
 
some about to swim in the Pacific
 
others about to drown in the Atlantic
 
some staring up into the sky
 
thinking how tiny the world is
 
others thinking it's gigantic
 
some of us are running for our lives
 
some are saving our children and wives
 
some are rearranging the chairs
 
some are walking elegantly down the stairs
 
some are playing a beautiful tune
 
some are staring up at the beautiful moon
 
some are looking down below
 
some are climbing into lifeboats and beginning to row
 
some are worrying about what will be
 
some are grateful for what once was
 
some are praying
 
while others are playing
 
many are crying
 
as others are cheating and lying
 
a few are treasuring the beautiful view
 
staring at the beauty inside of me and you
 
ready for a new life and ready to start anew


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PEACEFUL CONSENT XC

You are the most beautiful love of our lives
You make the heat of the sun soothing to the skin
You make the fear of the storm a simple excuse
You make the lightning an thunder sound like music

You are the dream of every young heart around
You are the console of many pilots of peaceful landing
You are the plaque in the hearts of men of valour
You are the stitch in time after the strong tear

Here is the beef sun dried and peppered to your taste
Here is the carrot watered and gardened to your table
Here is the bread cake of the nation fresh and sweet
Here is the temptation, wizardry and subtle witchcraft

Of the villain lurking on the verges of your conscience
But shielded by the beautiful love shining forth
A light to the narrow minded people from yonder
A pride of a nation and a prop to democratic points

But do not slander the cracked feet of the Nomads
But do not neglect the artisans and their workman-ships
But do not suffer the wisdom of the ancestors here
And betray the most beautiful trust reposed in you


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The Angel of Life

If I were to go to heaven while sleeping, I'd be talking to and dancing with angels. If it
was a bleach-blonde white girl, a beautiful Hispanic girl, and/or an attractive Asian
girl, she could be my beautiful angel. The angel of life is a beautiful girl that allows a
human being to live for a long time. If the angel of life was a beautiful white girl, then
I'd stay in heaven with her for as long as I want. What the afterlife would be like after
I pass away would be very bliss. She's got beautiful wings. If I were to marry this
beautiful angel, then there's no telling what good thing might happen next. I'll never
come back to Earth.


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l Killed The Snake - Part Two

Adam how can you say you loved me, then easily exile me from Eden Number 2,
you marked the move I made, called it a disgrace
secretly, you struck me with a lightning whip
a picture that, striped my dignity down to it's nakedness
should I run in shame again, fall to the ground ? 
have you cast stones every time you pass me by ?
did I deserve this, after I offered you my true sweetness!
A wetness I never revealed to anyone but you
thank you for every special stroll under the moonlight

Adam, as dysfunctoonal as it may seem, it takes two not one
my heart for you, was coming from the true art of a beating drum
you took my love and tossed it out the door, allowing Satan to win
I myself allowed the trophy to sit on the wrong shelf,
I'm tired of defending my life, preaching, and teaching,
reaching for the right person to rescue me from the beatings
I wish I could sit in front of you, look you straight in the eyes,
so you can hear me say, never would I take a man like you for granted
my sweet Adam, for you I cut my veins every night, in hopes I bleed till I die

Tomorrow will be a different day, but the same heartbreak
you say you are not running, yet you took a different direction
well, here I am, expressing my mind and free will again
never will I ask for another chance, I'm not up for rejection
instead, I want you to know, I want you to be happy
I will smile every time I see you,
wondering, if you found the easy way out 

Forever in my heart,
By Poet - Eve Menace


Details | I do not know? | |

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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Amazing she is

She is amazing,she awesome.
She beautiful like a flower that 
blossom.
Beautiful eyes and smiles, she 
got some..
She takes my breathe like I 
have no lung.
She shines bright then the sun.
I'm the lucky one!!!
No girls get close to her, none.
She is the most beautiful angel 
that God has done.
She has me speechless like I 
lost my tongue-Mario Perez


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Butterfly

Here I swing inside my dark cocoon afraid 

to become all that I know I can be... A 

Black Butterfly too scared to emerge into my 

full potential and spread my beautiful black 

wings. I'm so afraid to spread my wings, to worried, 

about what this world may think of me? I'm a Black 

Butterfly that can't seem to set myself free from this 

cocoon that imprisons me. 

I do know how the world will ever see my real beauty 

that hides within me? The love I hide and the pain that 

does consumes me. 

I know this world can sometimes be cruel and rude place to be . . . 

but if I don't break out of this cocoon and set 

myself free? How will the world ever see me for me? 

But I must first set myself free, so that the world 

can see all my true beauty... and when I do emerge from 

cocoon? A beautiful Black Butterfly is what I shall be. 

As I spread my wings and fly into the sky… Fly away fly, 

fly beautiful Black Butterfly. 

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


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The Color Beautiful

I saw you just the other day.
You stood there all alone.
I watched as the Suns shadow beat down upon you.
Your eyes and mine were both hesitant at the glimpse of shade.
You stood so firm and adamant, 
Your posture was mine to admire and to please!
The color beautiful was everything that I had ever imagined it could be!
I could see the winds tousling through your flawless shiny hair,
A cool breeze tenderly caressing an unexpected stern face! 
You stood so tall. You were bigger than anything I had ever seen.
I watched you shiver as the cold draft reached from underneath bringing its sharpest autumn air.
You stood there completely impervious to time, person and to place.
The color beautiful captured hidden chills inside of me as I embraced that very same breeze.
I could feel the warmth of your breath upon me,
You stood there with a true look of total awareness.
I could no longer feel my heart quicken to beat, 
For I had lost every one of my God given perceptual senses.
I could feel your warmth covering over me baring my only gift to see.
You stood as a man with much honor and pride.
Such an obvious completeness!
The color beautiful instantly became everything in this world to me.
Because in your eyes you left no doubt that I am still your princess!


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Light will shine

At the end of the rain, there is 
a beautiful rainbow.
I found mine a few days ago.
There is hope, just pick yourself 
up and go.
Don't be scared of the dark, 
because a star will help you 
find the road.
The rainbow and the star is a 
person with a beautiful soul.
They have something that you 
can't buy with gold.
They help you out of your hole.
God sends us angels.
There is blessings in every 
angles.
Everything happens for a 
reason.
But you get through It like the 
season.
God is great!!
Thanks to him, we are living up 
to this date-Mario Perez


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Vasava - An Untold Story 9/Many

Vasava –An Untold story                                                          9/Many


Lots and lots of people of Patilputra* and of Magadh
Were assembling in the beautiful court of Magadh

A group of singers were singing a chorus song
Be in life like Bharata* the brother of Rama
Who never tried to establish him as a king, although 
Rama gave him his entire kingdom for fourteen years, but Bharata*
Ruled in Ram’s absence, without using any royal powers for his own 

Over joyed by the feelings and happiness of the day
All the citizens of Magadh were singing 
And playing the musical instruments and drums
While denouncing Ravana  as a tyrant and demon king
Who had committed atrocities on the people of Bharat*

The presence of king Udiyan* in the ceremony
Had made the occasion more charming and attractive
To see only this handsome king of Ujjain’s kingdom
Lots and lots of citizens of Patilputra* and Magadh*
Were assembling in the beautiful court of Magadh

Candles were burning in colored chandeliers and glass lamps
Spreading their beautiful lights in the darkness of night
In the shaking flames of the burning candles
Happiness was showering on the Palace of Magadh
But a rare light was also spreading from the beauty of Vasava


Ravindra                                                                  to continue in 10

Copy writes protection as per Poetry Soup automatic Copy write provisions also.

Kanpur   India   20th March 2010 

*Lord Rama*	                Lord Rama is one of the most commonly adored gods of 
                                                Hindus and is known as an ideal man and hero of the epic 
                                                Ramayana
*Bharata                                   Bharata  is a legendary king of Aryan tribes in Hindu 
                                                mythology. He was the first to conquer all of Greater India, 
                                                uniting it into a single entity which was named after him as 
                                                Bharatavarsa or India

*   Patilputra    .                         The old name of Patna - a city of India in Bihar state

*   Magadh                                The Kingdom of Magadh was located in the current
                                                State of Bihar and other adjoining states of India.

* Bharat                                    Short old name of Bharatavarsa or India


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Hispanic Princess

A Hispanic girl is a princess in her own right. She's the crown jewel in my eyes. This
Hispanic girl is so beautiful, it's like dating an angel. I'm her black prince, and she's
my Hispanic princess, soon to be my queen. When I look into the eyes of a beautiful
Hispanic girl, it's like looking at a pair of priceless gems. It's also as if I'm making
eye contact with an angel. This is like a modern-day version of a fairy tale. In my dream,
I'm riding on a black horse, on the way to this huge castle, and once inside, I see a
Hispanic king, his soldiers, and his beautiful princess; a beautiful Hispanic girl. If I
had the king's permission to take her beautiful daughter out on a date, then he'd say,
"yes." But what I would do if this beautiful Hispanic princess needed romance is take her
out to dinner, go for a walk at the beach, and dance with her through the night. And in a
fairy tale, me and this beautiful Hispanic girl are riding through the sunset and I'm
spending the night with her. She's my Hispanic princess, and I'm her black-American
prince. And if we get married, we'll live happily ever after.


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The Fall

Last night, 
after I was struck under the ground, and did not, could not get up;
 I met one of the most beautiful of all beings that God could ever create; an Arch Angel…
Her robes of black night sky 
and six wings of silver holy starlight wrapped around me, 
and I felt the cool sensation of her hands on my face; like a cool babbling brook.

 The dark blue sapphires that sat in her skull
 shone as she stared at me 
with her loving expression.


Her silvery tresses fell around me, 
and they smelled sweet, of milk and honey. 
She smelled of the Holy land; 
she was surely an angel from heaven, 
sent to bring me home.
She then spoke to me, 
and her voice was like a sweet and warm whisper
 floating on a soft summer breeze.
I felt her intertwine her fingers with mine, and she spread her six wings, and she pulled me 
from my grave, and she said,
 “Join me, come home, good soldier.” 
I felt myself turn into a feather; weightless, and light. 
I had once been so cold, and then I felt warm again.

As I rose, I saw similar robes that the woman was wearing wrap around me and melt away 
the clothes that I was buried in.  
I felt my two smaller wings, incomparable to hers,
 spread and I flew with her, to the beautiful gates of gold that lead to my final destination 
and home.
When I approached the gates, I heard the voice of a fatherly man say, 
“Welcome home, my true and faithful servant.” 
I then lifted my foot and began on my way though the gates of gold…

But then everything took a turn for the worst, 
and there was a weight on my ankles. 
A tight grip that seemed to tug at first, but then I was yanked, 
and I fell.
 I fell so fast that the beautiful angel couldn’t save me in time. 
Nor could the fatherly voice could reach me in time.
I saw the beautiful paradise in front of me be yanked away, 
and vanish along with the angel and the voice that spoke so kindly to me. I knew in that 
instant that I fell, 
that I would never be able to go back.
I felt the mussels of my new wings tear and the bones shattering, breaking from the shear 
force of my weight from trying to catch me in the wind.
My new garments were torn away and left I was left naked.
My new hair was tattered and was blotched with the black of the night and the white of what 
the angel had given me. It seemed like I had fallen for hours, and I heard a whisper…
Of a child perhaps…
That said…

“Oh! A falling star! Make a wish!”


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Inferior?

I better tuck in my penis
I better not stand up
I'll just get slaughtered
please, Lord, let me be marytered
she layed with me, she stayed with me
those memories are vivid like a never-ending movie
what is more vivid is how the end swiftly came
I didn't realize it all was a game
I could do nothing but lose
now, woman, you've got me in the spotlight
rape me of my will
make me swallow the pill
oh beautiful creature, you have no idea
the pain I feel deep inside
a man possesses superior strength
but a woman is superior in every other way
a woman can carry your name or bury it six feet deep
she can do anything to make a man feel inferior
she can ensue panic, she can bring a life to an end
whatever is good, whatever is bad
a woman can change it all
though I tried to stand strong
now I cower at your feet
you don't care what pain you cuase me
I'm just all alone
I'm just alienated and feeling a shade of insane
I used to cry your name
and beg you to stop
tortured and beaten
I'm just a helpless animal
lingering deep inside me
my soul is hiding
waiting for the break of day
when the warm touch of a new woman comes
maybe that touch won't fade
hopefully the beautiful creature
will hold my heart and not tear it into pieces
she's coming, this woman I seek
Lord, please don't let my eyes see in vien


Details | Ballad | |

THE COMING OF THE SPRING QUEEN

When winter became a Spring day..... 
The Spring Queen came ,with out delay 
She approached through the Whispering Trees 
Everything she touched, turned to green 
Fresh shoots,budding leaves..... 
Flowers to be seen 

The Eastern Wind, 
bringer of life and green 
Followed the Spring Queen 
The awakening........... 
The greening.......... 

The Castle gates opened wide 
The Spring Queen walked inside.............. 
The walled garden grown 
Welcomed into Castle Heartstone 

Her fingers touched the wall........ 
Instantly the flowers grew.......... 
In places not before seen 
Such is the power of the Spring Queen 

The air filled with the sound of birds............ 
Birdsong, too beautiful for words 
For, there was life everywhere 
The Spring days,so fair 

The mood of the Castle lifted 
The life,the colour 
The Spring Queen, gifted 

The bare trees filled out, 
the welcoming shade 
The walled garden transformed............ 
Colour spilling everywhere............ 
Spring is in the air 

Such joy and happiness.......... 
Bursting through 
The Whispering Trees 
The East Wind breeze 
The meadow flowers, so blue 

Fresh flowers filled the Castle........... 
Most of all in the Great Hall......... 
Where the Heartstone lay, 
on the north wall 

The hum of bees, 
buzzing on the breeze 
Spring honey,so sweet........... 
A real treat! 

The Spring Queen......... 
Giving birth........... 
To a new and beautiful earth 
The land lay green..... 
The flowers, to be seen 

These flowers,sublime 
The emerging springtime............ 
All too soon the days grew hot......... 
The days grew long......... 
The days had new meaning............ 
Soon it would be Summer Queens' time 
the intense greening 


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The Man

The day spawned a crowd of thousands as they gathered around to watch this criminal be tried.
The group stood around him and mocked him, spat on him, slapped his beautiful face, cried
out for his life to be taken.
The men pressed forward toward him and screamed in his face that he'd be tried for his
crimes and brought to justice.
But the beautiful man stood silent, never once defending his innocence, never once spoke
of the charges against him, never once made any sound.
He stood silent with sweat on his brow and blood on his face, the bruises throbbing
underneath his broken skin.
He'd been mangled and tormented all night long, abused by his captors, drug around like
cattle.
Through everything, he never defied his accusers or retaliated or spoke ill of his
horrible treatment, no, he bore it all alone.
With no one by his side, he was tried and convicted of crimes he'd never committed and
sentenced to death as the crowd cheered.
All the sins he was convicted of became his own and the sickness that accompanied such sin
as well.
As his sentence was carried out, he cried out and writhed in pain, his skin torn and
ripped by the men who now killed him.
His blood flowed from his body as his last breath came and went in front of silent and
hurting men.
The sky turned dark and the earth shook as his spirit was ripped from his body and sent
away to damnation and those who'd accused him cried out in shame of what they'd done.
This man was innocent and had served the sentence for the crimes of the very men who'd
cried for his blood.
They wept for what was and what could have been in the days that followed, wondering what
he'd done to deserve the fate he went into knowingly.
But then he appeared to them, comforting and very much alive.
Every man rejoiced for their master had returned to them as was foretold by the ancient
scrolls.
They touched his wounds and were astonished- he'd been dead, he had!
But it was true- Jesus of Nazareth, the Anointed One, Holy Son of God the Father, had been
raised from the dead and atoned for the sins of man
That no longer should he be separate from God, but together in eternal life.