For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the mean spirited scoundrels that you are,
no more 'boss - employee' boundry, just one human to another,
No fascade & title to prance behind, no longer above reproach from the lesser,
you are now entering the shock of the 'dead-fall' ,
buck you and your low wages, buck you and your perfect policies,
buck you and your work ethic 'mumbo jumbo',
buck you and the lame insults and false criticisms perpetrated
against my innocence and motivation,
buck you with your attempts to undermine my positive leadership,
buck you and your inconsistent hours
making a God damn yoyo out of me, buck you and your bonuses,
buck you and your preposterous training videos and ridiculous high school uniforms,
buck you and the belittling psychological questionniares connected to your applications,
buck you and your little managerial conclaves
which produce absurd machinations targeting the hourly employees
that make the place profitable,
wipe your cracks with your silly 'write ups' and legal circumspection bull-slit,
I am not your 'bro.' or 'buddy' , and I sure as shout am not your 'honey' ,
not today, not anymore
I will not allow you to treat me as a tool for your benefit,
I will no longer work faster so that you can save money & leave earlier,
you will no longer be permitted to laugh at me without redress,
you are now dealing with a Man, not just another employee number,
don't worry 'boss', I'll continue to work, I'm not gonna 'quit' ,
but I will not work for you, I am going to work with you,
today is a New Day -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all hard working Men and Women -
The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah
Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah
To be in a young America ~
visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July
thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen
films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain
exciting new visions of creating new concepts
before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see
The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood
American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom
How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?
When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles
Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream
leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time
Cereal being a cheap snack for after school
school supplies costing twenty dollars
Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty
before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~
2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp
Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question
The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice
Never forgetting our Motor city
Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye
What happened to us ? Where did America Go ?
In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores
for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `
Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
The red album, The blue album , The White album
Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
Ringo's face , something hard to understand underneath~
I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears
For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence
Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died
I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it "
No .. this was not my hero in music and song .
he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes
bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss
One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
his world of secrets
He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
The very sad long and winding Road ~
Let us Bury our real Paul.
No more " Mystery tour "
No more fear
Let him be in peace ~
Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "
The wilderness in Arizona during cowboy days was for the adventurous to journey far away from their home front into the great divide where wolves and coyotes could take their lives. They were skilled hunters and master trappers that could spot a prairie dog close ready to go up their trousers. With two horses in travel, one for each, one would take a break to stretch a bit. The mountains appeared as a majestic landscape. Cowboys had made it to the badlands today.
Their journey for the common good and to find new country brought a mind-set and a certain hunger. Never to be dissuaded, even when one got discouraged, they will conquer their demons and be triumphant from their troubles. As they camped at night, they spoke on destiny. The altitudes they had to sustain were just an achievement once claimed. Why ponder on what could be lost when they came to summit? The acmes they face now. He stands to see the apogees and views the mountains before proceeding.
Cowboys in the badlands are oblique.
Cowboys in the badlands are circuitous.
Cowboys in the badlands are seekers of faith.
Today is a day not to abandon.
Two cowboys will become jovial and rich.
Cowboys in the badlands are self-fulfilled.
PENNED ON OCTOBER 09, 2014!
A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.
DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ?? BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!
Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!
Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!
Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!!
with Suyog Pagare
How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.
He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.
But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.
But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.
I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.
Voice of Reason Contest
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.
No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal,
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art.
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word
Darkness spreads around the room as the lights dim, my friends are here and the room is pitch black. Begin the show. Eyes open preparing for what many call death but its life. This is considered living and not to be mistaken with death. Those new to it will not know how to think what about what just happened. Cold chills and sweat pants are in the seat. Room still dark and people disappear to a known place only described by the dead. No time is wasted because time never began. As the entities push thru the black matter the after burners kick on and the room brightens. The room is now full. The thought of the friends i had filled the room and was too much to handle time to make a dash. The pressure is intense. I believe my wallet was lost years ago but no use in looking for it now. The chain broke at the same time I needed it to work. Gone. Seemed like forever. I created forever and now we are there. What if you were the person who taken the last key to starting the end of the world?
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
Use it against them. Im still in my, I can see the double dream happening. Everyone is happy because they want u to leave them alone. Yout inner soul is your GPS, but again it gets to the point where you want more so you are chasing a high a feeling of no problems and no worrying of anything. Chasing hi= utopia land of good feelings.
Everyone keeps saying, well i could have, i could have but i didnt do it. Quit talking about it. There is a war in my brain telling me to stop but continue its slow brute war continously fighting. I see from the outside now. This place is a large trap waiting to bring you inside. Night Brings Creature comforts, nice women nice weather, everyone is happy but it is a trap. You are stuck in this world or really not having it but oh so close. Tomorrow or the next day. It will happen, they continue to say but when no results come, it is always you know i could have if i wanted to but i didnt. Walking down an Endless road. Everday feels as if it was groundhog day. Ek is very confused on why Ek has a bruise. OPening a door at the house, fighting another guy,and football are the options. What is really the truth? Are you living a continous ground hog day and memory dump? It is just so weird, I want out or do I? Ek can not keep the words from flowing out of the mouth. Operation is compromised. It was done to make the appearance seem what it is not but it is killings in the long run. I have to stop it from leaking out. As my head reads the screen from left to right, my body becomes glued to the seat and I cant move. Time races and the meter runs up. Concentrating hard as the words begin to flow more and more, time continues to fly and I cant focus anymore. I can still see the sweat rolling down my face. EK turned on the faucet. Words pour out tlike water as people are left to die from thirst. Millions of gallons of water has not leaked out but with time a million will seem like 2 dollars. I am beginning to wonder why I can not move. My feet are submerged, my knees now. I keep reading. The Night Bringing Creature comforts begin to listen harder to Ek and everything that comes out quenches their thirst. Ek is blinded by the bright faces seen. What Ek cant see is the mirror held in front of the Night Bringing Creature comforts. mirrors hide their true identity and reflects something else. The water is up to my chest now. I see I can leave and I do. As I'm outside, I look in to see Ek has ran out of water. He knows. He prays.
A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd
I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever
I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason
I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife
I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy
I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance
I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug
For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray
Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden
I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace
Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.
The Devil has a lot
On His plate
Caught up in the
Path of Destiny
This is His fate
Tis where the Devil
Can find Thee
And He has never
The Lord has always'
Been there for Me
Make no mistake
Being the Angel of Death
Is His privy,
Lord knows' that the Devil
Will mark Eternality
Fore it is not of His time
Heaven is strictly meant
Lord knows' that there is
So much envy,
Only for lost love and
For the Devil hath such
He is beseeched of time
And finally He will kill
Ye, In the midst
Till the end of time
Tumbleweed Billy And One Eyed Sam
Banked off jagged hills, pushed on by memory
Cause and effect took turns churning the sidewinders
Tumbleweed Billy and One Eyed Sam (The patron Saint of snake eyes)
Dragged down from on high by a freak flood
Through swollen gorges flushed with raging waters
From melted mountain snow with a long way to go
Two cowpokes gathered up by ancient storms without warning
Compounding the Pounding past the sandy canyonous rocks
Crashing through dams along the flooding passage
Tumbleweed Billy and his one eyed friend rolled into town
They came to rest at Rusty Bottom, a dusty town
Released their grip on a sturdy timber log
That brought them there all wet and muddied
With wind against their backs
That swept them up to view the Last Chance Saloon
Looming over there
This brought them to their feet to mossy over
They moved like prestidigitation fakes, hankering for a drink
Taking whiskey down like magic water
Then set out their pedestrian plan there on the table
To take this western town down by gambling pranks
Quick digits formed their sleight of hand
Children suddenly appeared before the strangers
Seemingly from nowhere on the action
The two cowpokes glanced back at them like spies
Sam scared them with his missing eye
Covered by a black patch, looking kinda pirate like
The other clouded, milky white, piercing, with limited sight
Billy grants the young ones wishes on the spot to settle them
Magic to be perfected and performed above a pending storm
He rolls one die. A one comes up. A snake eye
An omen more visible than not
This made the children fear an awful lot
Dice played a major role for his desires and devices
He kissed them twice for luck then vanished in their cast
Tumbleweed Billy rolled out of Rusty Bottom Town
Taking his dice and the bad eyed man
In a singular milky white last lost glance around
On the same south winds now gone from town
Both sidewinders de-materialized, vanished in that instance
As though they never existed
Invisible, never seen before, never seen again, as foe or friend
As for the children; who gambled on the chance of magic
Got exactly what they asked
And what was granted when they first wished it
For the two to disappear
Tumbleweed Billy and Sam were gone as quickly as they came
And no one really missed them or their game
That is; their tricks, dice and way of life
Their little slice of paradise
9/16/14 Cowboys in the badlands – Poetry contest
time ticks, what does life do? people say go with the flow but look at their lives and make your decision. choose a path a fly it true, never settle for less and by less i mean the amount that is more than you have. sing it clean and sing it fly. nevertheless do i seek new paths. was that a question or was that a statement? ask yourself, you have been waiting patiently. dont look to things for answers because you will be fooled by imitations. things that not need be named are nameless or did someone who isnt me just make that up. i heard from a wise man that a flower bloomed in a dark room, did you believe him? Still unaware of the time and now im late for an appointment that jumped starts my career but im wasted with the fellas in the street. No money in my pocket, no paper in my stash, ok fellas i gotta make a dash.
I am the hunter with belt and sword.
I am captivity and desires searched for.
Great my name has become.
My dynasty is vast.
I stand for truth and honor.
Many have tried to defeat me.
Many I have defeated.
I am glory and shame in a world devoured.
So overwhelmed that we sputters to speak but overcame undefeated.
I am Law and Justice.
My government is Monarch.
I am the Emperor and Judge.
My engagements are that of Poet and Philosopher
edification to instruct my people out of darkness.
So obfuscated they splutter to speak but I am there as their teacher.
Mystification is our world.
Those who find us are forewarn that we are given life by God;
therefore, we are sentient to what is said.
If he or she sojourns, he or she must learn our ways.
So distinguished we are.
Small and grotesque was the young man,
Small by nature and small in heart.,
Love sought not to grace his soul/
Betwixt/ Without emotion he wasn't whole ?
He lacked sensitivity and a heart.,
For never he spared time for the good/
Spitting on life's values like black death !
Wished Hell on others and gave one last breathe /
Take me with you and be my saviour !
Hellish like eyes wishing dirty deals/
Slimmy hands planting evil seeds of death.,
Depth was his mind into rok and hole/
Letting Satan come in his body !
Before he knew him very well/
The hobbit went home to the doorstep of Hell !
Home at last at the Devil's house,
Proclaiming his love for sin and bad !
He valued to serve Satan and his fatal goons !
The hobbit will be back again sometime soon.,
His acts of sin aren't yet finished ?
This is in order to seal your doom !
I do not know?
I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
On this seashore djinn
Halcyon echoes ebb and flow
Cauterized banter scrapes by
As bath water bubbles march together
At the dock yard dalliance
Ruffled men shake their sails
Top hats and whales nailed down
Striking the flash iron for new waves
Dress up ladies dash their spice
Holding tongue for murmurs and rights
A fine detective ensemble segues
Family dinner bells and porch lights
We are all splashed around
Anchors down and cartons crashed
Searching for the right trade
To mingle and go on our way
before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage
but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security
thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand
lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard
There is a dividing line between the chasm fault
Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack
Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?
Clearer heads have prevailed yet
There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?
Yet the heart from within will surface again
Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss
In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor
Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?
I do not know?
You can't tell a trillion dollar business what to do
if one pipe wont suck it up why not two
we're not fisherman
we don't care about you
no you can't tell a trillion dollar business what to do
we own the government and the oceans
One set of footprints in the sand
Perhaps someday we all will understand
With both surf & overhead sun
A hand to hold having shelter to protect from all harm
The shelter amidst a storm we run
Having one set of footprints in the sand
Each of us will choose our own destiny understand
With hand to hold its vested energy exposed
One set of footprints in the sand
Shattered glass extending into solemn pier
While then overhead seagulls flying throughout the air then disappear
I had shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
With moments like these filled up in solace then to refrain
Ever present laughter amidst the inner turmoil & pain
One set of footprints in the sand
Child of nature the son of man
One set of footprints in the sand
Hoping someday all will understand
In dire search for want beneathe the tide in discontent
Many as of late our already late on their rent
The economy in trouble & Obama not even making a dent?
In cloven asps filled with tears
In life it often pays to switch gears
To suck it up & swallow your inner fears
We all long for something yet what?
Through the years amidst all pain & tears
One makes you want to even throw up,
In sadness fought against the window pane
As shallow tempers having elapsed with fear insane!
Many there be have turn their backs to thee/
No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?
But none the worse for wear,
Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/
In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/
Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !
We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !
No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,
We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !
was it a breeze
or did your love just
run threw me
like a marathon
left me in shock and awe
just memories to carry on
my heart for you
dark with out light
light with out dark
Excitement is running through my mind at this point,
It is hard to control so much
When something so honorable,
Happens to come across
For me personally,
It was the proposition
From a contest by,
World Poetry Movement
In which I entered in,
And received a letter back
Stating that my poem,
Had made it to the next level
But that is not all,
What's more is that they informed me,
That they were publishing that very poem
In a book titled "Stars In Our Hearts"
Which is to be published in August this year
I hope each and every one who happens to read this,
May read my poem "The Beat of the Heart"
In the book.
My wife and I have a dream
to open a hair salon as a team
Some people think it will fail
going to start small then go full-scale
With a shampoo,haircut and blowdry
all we can is do give it a try
It wont be easy, but it wont be hard
I will be making a flyer and a business card
We have set the plan in action
waiting until we see their reaction
With all this red tape, you want to scream
but we can't give up,this is our dream
A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE
I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile
You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gracious gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door
Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my brother
While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands
When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
And it’s difficult when I need to forget your emphatic embrace
So now you know from whence comes my woeful wish to die
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
In valiant days of yore
The most brilliant of vast excursion to emplore;
Through an enduring moment filled with ellusive ambiance,
A glimmer of hope as a beacon of light to a weary world in need;
With time well spent in thought provoking sense,
Yet still marked on a blotted page yet fully intact;
Although the twilight sun had tainted my vision,
We have drawn a paradox forthwith even in the sand;
It is my hope that someday you will understand
When the children cry deep in the night,
A reflection of an image caught in time,
Among ellusive ventures caught up in rhetoric ambiance
A sought after display of elaborate words in flight;
To forget the night deep within its endless plight,
A single word spoken in its fullest extent;
The heat is on yet I will persist,
Through words frozen in time;
We then mix words through our own agendas
The heat is on so adjust your fenders
Shelter lies dormant to its beckoning call,
In ellusive formation in a dream
Colors in elaborate decorum which bleed
Trees in tormented flight with arched husks;
In clever ambiance a spool of thread
Shattered by darkness proned to fear
With desolate madness in vanquished tear;
Such were the promises in ardent spring,
Chimes of cold bells would ring;
Vanquished from the burden of the innocence in flight
Aloof, to weak willed vile intention;
Would seek to learn at my next confession,
Words in elaborate decayed form;
In bitter silence to its beckoning call,
Our dreams are not enough through ivy briars;
Thorns in desolate persuasion,
In damnable heresy proned to desolation;
Yet to view a butterfly in flight with parched sphere
Often the sequence of thought is clogged by that of compromises
Twisted message within its sequential valiant,
With thick briars torn to bitter ashes sway;
Tempted in the inner torn muck of persuasion.
Despite all limitations, I want to make a name for my self, even in Hollywood, California.
Despite all of the odds stacked against me, I'm 100% living proof. Every time I tend to
take a challenge like making good grades in school and talking to girls, I never backed
down from a real challenge life has given me. I even had a lot of nerve for entering
poetry contests, standing in front of a crowd, and attempting to become famous. I'd rather
defy all of the odds and make all of the liars and the phonies out of these so-called
"nay-Sayers" than letting people step on and taking advantage of me. I will do, whatever
it takes, to make sure that I make it in the poetry business and the movie business in New
York City and Hollywood, California. And despite me having autism, mild MR (mental
retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), I will make it to the top and rise
among the rest. I will have the world in my hands, and I will help the ones who have all
of the odds and limitations against them. If everybody is able to follow their dreams,
with God, there are no limitations, not on Earth. With all of the odds and all of the
limitations stacked against me, I will fight them, and I'm going to win. When life hands
you a lot of lemons, you make plenty of lemonade, and when the going gets tough, the tough
Wha could i say livin i these last in dayz,
I feel like i seen it all i'm no longer amaze ,
This situations tragic,
Magic Johnson must of knew magic,
Cause he ain't got A.I.D.S
And i know he had it,
And the cghick that passed it still takes a tablet,
So know i walk lke this is my last day on the planet,
I write like these are my last words,
The last of What i draw for the Cameras,
Now you can se mind,
S H I NE S,
The more i write the more bright,
The more you listen,
The closer the closer you getting,
To words that you say in the wind,
Feel them like sun rays on you skin,
Yoou mind as well bask in it,
This might be the last of it,
Cause the sun's done,
The went out with the trash,,
thatsa how it is for living in famine
The sun aint shinning,
There water fallng out sky,
Oh no thats water in my Eye,
Im crying, trying to stop they ^ss from dying,
Save they ^ss from frying,
I told em keep putting that work in,
Never stop trying,
Even though somtimes you feel like breaking downand crying,
Just like an orphan thanking G o d they wasnt aborted keep walking
When words are not enough
Let us be fair in the grand scheme of things
Lazy diamonds too cheap to order a side of onion rings
Let us never relent until the fat lady sings;
Many as of late have become that of irrational & disturbed,
They just ignore the main stream as if one hasn't already heard
When words are not enough....
When society makes you want to lament & give in
Never relent in giving up the fight against the system
Proceed with the captain leading forth an entire Army in white,
In decorated briars dressed in omniscent of hue;
What are we as a societal purpose willing to do
As if some caged rat that was hidden in some tiny little hole,
There has to be an end to this corrupt toll;
Some just put on good music & make those good times roll,
Others ponder a certain way of escape;
Heading off toward the Dune's on the Cape,
Others ponder another way of escape,
Many take out their pillows & sleep too late!
Still clearer heads have prevailed while some find there's in the sewer,
There is still a whole host of an Army just waiting to deliver;
In this life the less that you give your a taker,
When words are not enough submit your actions,
For out of the course of actions speak much louder then words;
A nirvana of hope will evoke some tender solace.
The jewel in the White Star line
Bedecked in luxury,so fine,
Yet lacking smething in design-
Colliding with icbergs unseen
Sinks slowly to a haunting theme.
I do not know?
Gift of the fathers
Stand before others
Hands of the mothers
Hold us together
Ten story oddity
Steel shelled monstrosity
Like organs dwell
The nervous system
A computer god
Its not life
It’s your job
War is waged
A profitable crusade
Overtime, time saved
An epic escapade
Dig holes, deep as graves
Line your coffins
With dollars paid
I do not know?
Who will hear her cries
When he dares her to cry out loud
Who will dry her eyes
As she wanders aimlessly through the crowd
with no where to turn
At his mercy with horrific lessons to learn
Sufferring in silence
not a whisper to be heard
Don't make him angry or you'll regret saying a word
Who will hear her
As she swallows her cries and choke on her tears
With cold packs on blackened eyes
Who will help her
Mind her business even if it is "not theirs"
Who will give her a second thought as her body is flung down the stairs
Will Anyone? Will you? Make it STOP! Call a COP!
or just ..., let it DROP!!!!
Not your business anyway
That a man beats a woman today
Had it coming' some will say
But- Who will say NOT or STOP or
PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! CALL THE COPS!!!
When they get there.., they too are men
Unsympathetic with the pain that she's in
"If we have to come back" is usually the threat
Seems like she's not beat up enough yet
To satisfy their definition of "assault"
That's his woman and her lessons taught!
Who will hear her
Silent screams as she starts to fight back
Who will hold her
as her fragile bones start to crack
Who will defend her
when she finally makes a stand
That leaves the lifeless body
of a murdered man
Who will Judge her?
Of course not a jury of her peers
Not one has felt what she's felt
as her story they hear
Who will have mercy
for she's never found it before
When she ran seeking refuge she found closed and locked doors
In this land of the so called free
Free to live in agony
In pursuit of life and liberty?
In a male dominated society there is no female liberty
If he can freely beat me and expect me to be happy
With my scars and my blood
Leaking into my bowels
and no one -NO ONE
can hear my pleas
or rescue me
They judge me for rescuing myself.