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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 | Alliteration | |

THE LAST DAYS

The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
 
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
 
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
 
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
 
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.


Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Details | Free verse | |

The Wasteland -Part 1-

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity? How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind? I have never been able to solve the mystery— Of myself. . . I wish at times that my life was no more That I could live as another and finally see things right But I am always stuck in this darkness And I cannot see this mind in light There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland Searching for any remaining life And if they are ever found— They are doomed and consumed Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze It is silent here—there are no answers I wish there were answers. . . But maybe there was never a reason No answers. . . Talons extend and clench around my heart They will never seek me out—they left me here It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer I feel the pulse of my dangling life Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth No balm in Gilead! No eyes to see All I know will never be free I don’t need anyone! You are a disgrace—scum of the waste! You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing You are a joke. . . So swallow it all up like the pushover you are Stand your lowest and trudge right through No questions. No answers. Just . You. Or just lie back down into the mush of disease It has already infected you to the core Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence! I hate you Who are you to be glorified? Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright Saturated in what you call light I see right through—even as the reflections shatter All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter… But alive you are the worst there is False savior—edited attention whore I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Desperation. . .desperation. . . I sob and cry kneeling in defeat For once I am right. . .I am right


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 | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


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 | 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 | Prose | |

Goddess

They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.


Details | Epic | |

SMALL COUNTRY IS ENOUGH

More than enough for me, a small country
There is no bloodshed, the winning is free
So the government rules are not our foes
Life even at bet, at least on our own bit

Than a country of big, but a war it will take
Ours not the country, not even our territory
Let the owners govern they and have their say
They won’t accept us to lead their heads

They don’t like the islanders, to captain the ship
They have their own chief in the land wide field
Like them is us will never accept their lead
Never had we recognize, their captain in the trip

They will do theirs among their kind
For the cause’s sake, there must be a divide
And then we are to unite, to hold our rights
The winning is completed to get back to basic!



Sunday, 10 November 2013
7:17am, Kota Kinabalu


Details | Epic | |

Day Dream

A gun to my head about to pull, 
I start to wonder if my funeral will be full,
Clap! Clap! No I am not dead,
That is just something falling off the bed.
I can hear the ringing of a bell,
Not even dead as yet, but it is time to go to hell.

I start to wonder a lot of crop,
Hell is far I think I am going to need a map.
I might have to pay a toll, 
Don't know really that was what i was told.
It happen now there is a hole in my brain,
Surprised! Because I didn't feel a second of pain.
This gun for a moment didn't even stick, 
I have to say it was so quick.

I will be missed,
But of course I knew why I did this,
Now all of this pain will go away,
It's over now not another day.
Also I guess doing this thing just amazed me,
Killing myself was crazy. Maybe!

What the hell it's time to wake up!
Now I think I want to live,
Won't forget but at least forgive.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fear

The glass walls caved in with a roar
a yellow storm that broke the faulty veins that had been
up till now
Invisible.
And I, clutching a rag of paper in guilty hands 
curled up at the end of a dilapidated wooden bench 
at last doing what I should have my whole life – 
Late, once again, on the one day lateness is not excused.

I have always imagined the world ending 
with a shattering of stained glass 
we had painted to portray the thing we called beauty, and
that had shined vulgar colors on us for millions of lives;
a jolt of awakening from some nightmare into 
something that cannot be as easily defined, 
for in all minds it is a different message;
a violent wrenching open of the hidden crack of light
in an atlas that had seemed impenetrable, endless – 
but the entire time had merely been an idiot’s doodle.

In that moment
whether it be in a dream like this or in some 
mad state of visioning
the feeling cannot be snipped and trimmed 
and stuffed into a four-letter word,
for it defies all language and
pulls the strings hanging from mind and soul and stomach
pulls them and plays a cat's cradle game with them
and leaves the limbs wild and dancing
with the silliness of a drunk man’s misery.

And yet all fell back into order when I opened my eyes
from a dream that had the power to awake, 
and glanced at the rotting walls.
There seemed to be tremendous joy written in them, for
I saw at last their stains were of glass.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Freedom Uprise

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

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.


Details | Epic | |

Hope

Could it really happen?
This question has become a big itch, 
Will that day come when the poor become rich?

Could it really happen?
When some of us men stop this game,
Create a real heart and stop saying things just to drive her insane.

Could it really happen? 
When some girls will stop looking only at financial charts, 
And start focusing at the inner part, which is the man’s heart.

Could it really happen?
When every father will be responsible and be there for his son, 
Won’t leave him alone and allow him to gravitate to the gun.

Could it really happen?
When every race will be free, 
So people won’t judge another because of the colour that they see.

Could it really happen?
When people will be kind and also be real, 
And poverty stops so everyone can eat a real meal. 

These are the things that I have always saw,
People hardly see the positive, but always see the flaw.  

So right now I am thinking. Will it really happen?


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Epic | |

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.


Details | Epic | |

Dry your tears

With a ragged bag and a sack, I am leaving you to chase a dream…
Dry your tears, my dear; no more wail. No more songs of grief,
No more tired bones and tired soul. Just dry your tears.
How mother died awhile ago and father stayed, and made us howl
Like ghastly wolf, a creature of the night. The food we scrounged on
The floor, when your tummy cried… my eyes cried.
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears, 
I have words in a bag, a dream in a sack. I have stories and novels
Poems and tears. Remember the sweater I gave you, when even fury dogs
Would freeze? I lied when I said ‘I felt heat, I just ate or I just smiled – you missed it.’
Close your eyes, and do not stare at my back, not tattoos, just
Scars on my back, disfigurements I wear. 
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears.
Hold on! Even when wolves are circling, knaves are preying 
And God is loping deaf. There are stars and there are blooms that
Even we shall see. Just dry your tears my little one… just dry your tears. 


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real


Details | Epic | |

DIAMOND DUST DEVIL

DIAMOND DUST DEVIL

1169 Dominion...

A dark world lives beyond Orion.
This world is within an alien moon.
On its stable ground, stands a murder of mentality and childhood.
As babies are born, the mammoth scions brain from the dead.
The child life has been prepared.

The countryside is where he reclines.
He sits in his study analyzing his crimes.
He states to himself, deep in thought, “I am creating a world of great power.
My ancestors did not do this way. They only developed a twisted mentality.
Today, I cultivate identities.”

He is a tall and handsome man.
He is well spoken.
As a barrister, he is at the top of his game.
He walks with the same 
who do not know they are creations of his sentiment.

His name is Emartra Van Doyle.
He is the “descendant of Dubhghall.”
Anglicization of the Irish
His disambiguation was superlative.
He is the origin of the Vikings.

His days in the world are yet to end.
There has been much darkness to manifest from him.
His balls were costume dramatic.
He lived in phantasm.
Hiberno-Normans balled with him.

The dark and epicaricacy history of Ireland is where Emartra Van Doyle thrives.
Well written via the imagination and deep in the mind, is a sphere of influence, 
which cultivates perilous times.
A reverie aspirated.
Cross my heart and hope to die, if I am telling a lie.

S[k]at! 
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Sponsor: 	SKAT A
Contest Name: Diamond Dust Devil 


Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
                     a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,

and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly 
                     sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades 
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry 
                     fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,

Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion 
                     itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so 
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever 
                     careering from caustic career path to another new low,

Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving’s 
                    counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the 
                    fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp 

Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent 
                    with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering 
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond 
                    farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering 

Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and 
                    gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the 
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed 
                    existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a

Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding 
                    gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of 
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels 
                    in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. 


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Free verse | |

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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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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When The Wolf Cies

 When The Wolf Cries 
The wolf cries out to the great chief in loneliness, pain and sorrow/ Not because his pack is hungry but because his people are hungry/ He cries because he smells defeat and anguish among his own/ He hears their life, their death and he hears their dreams…….
 The wolf cries out to what seems like nothingness for some thingness/ He cries not because his pack is changing but because his people are changing/ He sees very few cultural leaders left if anymore left and many more young lost souls that continue to follow/ He cries because his very own pack has divided themselves among their own culture and very own way of life…….
 He cries not because his people are now living but because his very own culture is dying/ So he cries out for a leader to step up above all obstacles and bring back the dream of the buffalo so that it may roam again in our minds and our young hearts again/ He yearns for the dream of not one but many leaders to walk up our own staff’s high altitude to humbleness and gratitude/
 He cries because he can see that we are killing each other but more important is ourselves/The eagle seems to be caged and our warriors of many become imprisoned from death and self-destruction which can seem like the end of the trail/ But the day is coming when he will see a young modern day chief walk that less traveled path so that once again his people and their very own dreams on eagle wings fly when the WOLF WILL TRULY CRY……..


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Beach

swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby


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Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


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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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Take Me

They played reverse psychology with his mind He felt so stupid Like everything he had ever believed was a lie The auras are bad, we continued to say They are not good Test the spirits…test the spirits He went haywire He pushed away How could we blame him? His body was not his own Come to grips, we told him The doctors don’t understand But still we must not jump to conclusions You are strong; you have God The upper hand If I lift this bed will you think otherwise? Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you You are nobody compared to him in my eyes Your wonders are for wonderment alone You wander and then you stay You prey prey prey Those that prey desire nourishment Those who prey lack strength And to grab onto the youngest Mistaking him for stupid and weak That is below everything unworthy That is just pathetic Whatever you are You are not him And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement You hurt my closest friend And it is on You will be the reason The fire of my claws flare You will be the very thing I will devour It preyed on his innocence It made itself his friend Acting the hero Burning him to nothing in the end Come to grips, we said No more writing No more imagination The auras are not good He is not good! Laura is not good! Life life life is not good! You prey on a sick, young boy You are messing with a demon like me! I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to! Believe me I will hide more under the timbers And I will crawl out Spewing perversity and hate And drag you in with me True colors will surround you I realize you have the power To kill my loved one I stake alone I hand the burning torch to you And with fire surrounding me I spit and hiss Take me Take me instead I know you want all And all live in me You cannot turn down my offer Become me And I will destroy me


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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


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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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Inevitable Bear

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

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


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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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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.


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A VICTORY FOR A VISIONARY

Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God
they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart

not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception
many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception
but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift 
with the ability to help others spirits to be lift
to dream during the good times as well as the bad
to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad
to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low
to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow

most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life
most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ
and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills
and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will

a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans
the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands
from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness
Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness
Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role
he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul

so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide
for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side
Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale
and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well

so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life
know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ


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Blind Light

I open my eyes to a beacon of light calling my name. I reach out my hand only to awake from my dream. I'm on the ground with people surrounding me, I reach out my hand and they turn their backs. The sun in my eyes create a silhouette behind someone as they reach down towards me. I take hold as they lift me up, and I'll never let go.


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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.


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The Right

People ask me,
Why do I write?
And I tell them,
Because I have the right!

The right to chase a dream that no one else will.
The right to make the world stand still--
To listen to my words of freedom.
My dream is to change the world.

Laugh if you want,
It's to be expected.
Martin Luther had a dream and he was neglected,
Beaten,
And Broken.
But he chased his dream and his people united,
And I will do the same and open the eyes of the blinded.
I will unite the world from every continent.
Making everyone hold hands with the content--
Of their hearts...
This is my right!

People tell me it's impossible.
I don't care,
That's not the point.
If everyone thought that a black president would not be appointed.
I have to try because if not me,
Then who else?
I see now how Nelson Mandela felt.
I will travel the world spreading my message.
Giving people the hope that should be expected.
And I will start in this room,
And then move on to the next.
Till everyone in this city knows my text.
This is my right!


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Salvation

How selfish of me 
I never thought about you
I dared to dream 
Insane
I am the one to blame 
Oh pretty one 
I am so ashamed
Forgive me for my sins
I was blinded by my desperation
Foolish fascination, infatuation
I sincerely wish for a heavenly intervention
The long awaited journey towards salvation 


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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.


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Two's Magic Nose

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play. 
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only memory was Ol’ Blue’s name.
 
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
 
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted.  He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
 
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue.  Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious.  Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked.  Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”

So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.

“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
Work at the farm was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
 
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a birddog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
 
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it!  It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard.  “How’d you get back?  Lord only knows!”
Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile.  “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
 
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
 
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”


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Yoda

Hello my green, little friend
don't mess with him or you'll have an end.
Alive over eight hundred years,
with his powers, he disappears.
Teaching is one of his strengths,
except for his lengths.
He may be a little bald,
as long as the rest aren't appalled.
Even if he's greenery,
he blends in with the scenery.
He can fight with a saber,
but with good behavior.
For as backwards he talks,
on tiny feet he walks.
This episode is at the end,
so the rebels will apprehend.


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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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Lost ones

All these people
so deeply lost in their minds
Where?
In the universe,
could you ever find
Something so destructive,
yet so deeply and truly divine

We are in this transcendental place outside
Its where we all hide
We are all trying to find a place where we will forever reside
We are just playing
No need to get a fright
We are all really, 
just very high...
 
Dancing,
Chasing the night
Flying through never ending time
Searching in the darkness,
for a trace of light
The heavenly skies...

No need to cry
They just want you to die
So that they can forever,
and never, say goodbye

Goodbye
Aim high
The heavens behold 
An unremarkable sight

There is a battle, a never ending fight
in our minds
Kiss the sky
Where the angel birds fly

Hermes takes over the night
To give our children a fright
He calls upon the darkness in our eyes
He sucks out our spirits love supply
Hermes, why?
Do we either love or hate inside?
Are we just tempting fate?
We don't know where to hide...

Bring back the light of day
While darkness slowly fades away
to the rhythm of love
we sway today.




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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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Last Night I Dreamt

Last Night I Dreamt..

In the corner of a dark room I stood
Nail biting to sooth my mood
As a figure sat across the room 
I wanted to see him, but couldn’t move

His head moved left to right
Pounding fights ready to fight
You bet, he gave me a fright
As I shivered praying for light

He came closer, his chair so loud
Paralyzed I couldn’t make a sound
Then he stopped as if bound
With a gasp relief I found

At that moment something changed
So I stepped forward and saw the chains
Like an animal he was chained and caged
His eye watered, as he bit on his gag

His bounding bars I could now see
And the pain in his eyes feel
I could recognize him
Because he was me

29/07/2013
Serious
 




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THE BLACK VICTORY

Looking at the hues of these lives: 
Civilization has wasted so much time, 
Sharpening our old and rusted tool in hand:
We have come far with change, as nature brought the play:
Folks of a hue sail out of their coast, 
Navigating across oceans in search of wealth, land and fame; 
These sailors discovering other hues not as theirs; 
Showering these in-lands with gifts – 
Leading the in-lands through trade – 
Deceiving and robbing them out of their intelligence. 
Taking advantage of the indigenous people made possible:
Pruning the mess that has grown up without care; 
Bringing about the movement of the Republican Party; 
That set the crown of glory upon Abraham Lincoln’s head:
Not to forget the civilians’ blood,
That streamed in most streets especially that of Gettysburg; 
By the south war against the north: 
The greatest and all time American’s president got shot. 
Civilization did sigh for humanity as matters turned from bad to worst.
Many years after, many freedom fights emerged;
As Martin Luther king’s dream fought for civil right,
Breaking the neck of slavery and prejudice: 
We lived to see a black president of the United States,
 A dream That Abraham Lincoln also thought possible. 


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Sweet Dreams part 1

Cold nights in darkness
In darkness I lay
Tossing and turning
Waiting for the day
My mind is sleepless
Never stopping to rest
My mind won't have sleep
As a regular guest

I walked in bright forests
On an old beaten trail
When out of nowhere
Out walked a snail
"Well, good day sir.
My name is Chance."
I must be sleeping
Or in some sweet trance

Me and this snail walked
Down that old beaten trail
When we stumbled upon
A quiet green vale
With no path down
No path to descend
Mr. Chance left me
He was no good friend

I climbed down great rocks
Small ledges and crags
When out of thin air
Appeared a man in rags
"Hello dear boy,
quite a climb, is it not?"
Am I dreaming?
Or maybe I'm shot

This old man was odd
Not a normal old man
He was quite muscular
With a dark olive tan
His name was Grandpa
Not a grandpa of mine
He told me I'd make it
And that I'd do fine

I must be wigging
Or at least I am ill
Or maybe, just maybe
I took a great spill
This dream is too great
For it to be real
I think I like it
I hope I don't heal

So where was I?
Talking to the old man
When I reached the bottom
He giggled and ran
I followed his footsteps
Along a cool bright stream
When suddenly I was
Ejected from my dream

Morning has come
Too early I'd say
I'd like to dream more
But my dream cannot stay

-kp-


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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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Epic | |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Introduction

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

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


Details | Epic | |

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.


Details | Epic | |

The death of Syria

              
                    Slaughter in Syria by the pound
                  The rebels take their place under ground
                  Shell shocked children in a school of fire
                 Assad revels in his twisted desire.
                  The armies of the Bear unleash their goods
              Assad  taking his anger to the neighborhoods.
                 A world in sorrow a place of death
                   the people of Syria take their last breath.
                 The world is a stage in a tyrannical flood
                  the smell of death the rivers of blood.
                The flight from horror is a fanciful dream
                 for the people of Syria nights filled with screams.
                 The leaders of tomorrow should now take heed
                 for the rebel in the streets are a different breed.
                 They die for their country they die for what's right
                  they cry out for their freedom to the Heavenly light.
                 What will be the outcome in a future so bleak ?
                   for peace and love is all they seek .

                                                By Larry Hays  
                                                                                                 
                 
                 


Details | Alliteration | |

One Among Many part 2

I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better. 
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
 I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
 I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.


Details | Imagism | |

Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.


The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.


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 | |

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 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 | Imagism | |

The Coming of God

We watched as the skies fell.
The masses of black swarms cascading as ashes rained down upon the Earth.
The crow from afar, it cried in fear of its maker as it felt the impending entity.
A light divinity, a blinding billowness of immortality shook the fabrication of darkness.
It was then that I saw the face of God.
His face as he swallowed our world.


Details | Epic | |

I WISH

I wish, I wish, the power in me, takes me into a world full of peace,
Giving me a joy ride, on the back of a pony,
Passing by the giggling of little pink fairies,
Meeting angels sent by God ,
Taking blessings , good wishes , and what all not !
With my family and friends , OH! How wonderful would it be ??


Details | Verse | |

Wake up

Thank you Jesus for waking me up another day because lord knows without you I wouldn’t be able to make it, so I pray. I pray that those who hate me may motivate me. I pray that I become the light on top of a hill that cannot be hid. I pray that I become my vision because it is extraordinary. I pray that I overcome a nations thoughts because an opinion of what you think of me is not more important than my thoughts. I pray that I have no fear as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I know that fear comes from satan, and to be absent from the body is to be present with the lord. God told peter to watch why he prayed but he snored. So I don’t want to sleep away my dreams and aspirations. Please wake up before it’s too late we are a sleep nation. Everything was made in God’s creation. So how can you sleep on something so great, something so infinite, something so innate? So please wake up wake up. Let’s make this nightmare a beautiful dream before it’s too late.


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 | Free verse | |

Better Than Jesus

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


Details | Free verse | |

Monsters and me

I create monsters  
Then  I wait  in ages  to hunt me

Monsters  in dreams as  I introduce
Become real  hi t  haunting to me as I  work

They  made  me pay the bill never  on time
Dreams and wishes  garble in  sparkly gluey  neon dark cloud


Than every thought  haunts  as I live by them
It is a kind of monsters hidden in cloudy day in darkest cloud

They have very special kinds a  I introduce from  my birth
One is so kind the other everything about  is greed 
Third one is mirror watching what you have done
Monsters hunts me and fight them in  my  each  day


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Slipped Dreams

 I can't take this anymore from you ,
Delay after delay is all you seem to do.
   So many years have just been passing by,
Yet I am still alone and there is no reason why.
   Always something that will get in our way,
But I am here praying for that most wonderful day.
   When you arrive and we have settled down ,
Then we will start our lives and begin showing you around.
    This will never come to pass realizing this at last ,
But much to late for the rescue of a pain of the past.
     Slowly I turn away not sure if I will make it through ,
The nights so cold and lonely crying is all I can do.
      You have broken a heart that was so good and so true,
Only one thing ever mattered to me and that was you.
       I know that this was the way it was suppose to end,
To remain here with you would be the worst of all sins.
      There are no words that would could ever describe this pain ,
And for that I will do nothing more then drive myself insane.
       Remember all our dreams before they had all slipped away,
We loved living our lives and loving each and every day.
         But hey all this dont matter much to me anymore,
Cause I realized that you were nothing but a whore .
TAC


Details | Free verse | |

A Concert For Death In My Symphonic Life

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Confessions of a coma patient

Where is my sand man? 
I want a dream, just for me 
A dream all my own 
Yet you won't bring me a dream 
I always sleep, why not dream?


Details | Verse | |

Nepotism's Only Kin Deep

Chip off the old block;
        It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
        In our meritocracy.

Titles through ages;
        A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
        Some things need to change.

Birth won’t denote skill;
        It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
        When money they flout.

James Caan can shove it,
        And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
        Let our time begin. 


Details | Verse | |

Confession

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

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

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

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


Details | 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 | Free verse | |

The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


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 | Romanticism | |

Another Dream of Her

Yet another dream of her
(that smile, which brings such happiness to my heart)
she sitting with her sisters
in an idle photograph
she smiling like that,
arms around ones who truly love her,
she so beautiful,
dressed in her Thursday's best;
so beautiful like that
and you there in my dreams keeps me warm
(and my heart sings a tone, that the birds shed a tear too)
and I smile
and I live
and my heart flies to a place, not like this one
a place where love is in charge
and hate is not in the dictionary of life.
Another dream of the one woman who makes me smile,
yet the Gods do not let me have her;
but such a woman as that is not worthy of a man like I;
such a woman with such a smile as hers' deserves the best of the best,
and nothing but the best for her,
so as a man, I shall let go of her warm and glorious beauty
and give to a lucky man
and I shall not pout, nor envy him or her,
for something so beautiful as love and sacrifice
deserves such praise!
Oh yes another dream of her,
dancing with me in her evening ballroom dress,
in my arms,
as the smiling faces join hands with one another
and watch us dance in such a lovely dream.
her smile, such glory and so bright,
it blocks out the rays of the powerful sun
and can brighten the darkest of the Earth's four corners.
another dream of her,
that girl, that woman, that lady
who stomped out the fire that was burning away at my angry heart,
she gave faith to me,
and now I give her that blessing of true love
with another,
for I take such notion of her being happy with another,
than being with me and frowning.
Sure, tears have been shed, and jealousy has killed good men's judgment,
but such beauty as hers’ could kill a man.
Another dream of her,
my portrait lady,
my lovely dream girl,
my friend.


Details | Epic | |

The rich

The rich
Some people are so rich 
that all they got is just money

Some people are so rich
That all they got is just religion

Some people are so rich
That all they got is just political power

Some People are so rich 
That are they got is just hate 
From isolation

Some people are so rich
That all they got is just wars

Some people are so rich 
That all they got are 
Always hard work

Some people are so rich
That all they got is just 
To follow

Some people are so rich
That all they got is bills

Some people are so rich 
That all they got means death

Some people are so rich
That all they got 
Got out of touch with humanity

Some people are so rich
That all they got cause 
Them tears 

Some people are so rich
That all they got 
Make them blind 

Above all
Too many people are so rich
That all they got is just an illusion


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


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


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Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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The Wolf Prince is Free

Silver blood flows freely in The Forest of Darkness. Time drifts endlessly by as The Wolf Prince howls for his freedom. Run through the wetlands and the prairie; step into the madness and set your soul free. Nightfall is coming and The Shadows shall embrace you, don’t be afraid of your agony. The Mountains are rising all around you, our dreams are reality. Don’t let the sun hurt your eyes, it’s no surprise love I am here to save your life. The Rain forest will keep us safe, have no fear I am one with the Wraith. As we all cross blades, the battle line fades and our dignity is lost. Such a horrid cost, in the defense of our belief’s we stopped believing. We are all just rotting corpses in the end; and we all must meet our maker when the tide descends. Peace is a choice not a belief, War is embraced to my disgrace. Have you all learned nothing from the master? Don’t be absurd and tell me more lies, take my word I’m not to be idolized. Fly on the waves of redemption, Run through the trees at your own discretion. Living in The Forest of Darkness ascending into The Clouds. Living in The Forest of Darkness transcending The Twisted Crowds. Silver Blood boils in my heart, music storms build down the boulevard. The Wolf Prince is Howling!!!


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Overnight Change

He locked the large wooden office door,
Walked alone to a home left hours before.
Then when he reached his humble abode,
The familiar  surroundings of which forebode.
Inserted his key, changed the locked mode,
And walked across the creaking floor.

A candle he burned in the darkened room, 
Dimly lit now, and still full of gloom.
On the stove put a meal atop to heat.
And every morsel alone he did eat.
Then to the chamber he would retreat,
To retire for the night of doom.

After donning his nightly attire for bed,
Upon satin pillows he laid down his head.
Tossing and turning, asleep at last,
A ghoulish dream he has of his past.
Thoughts that before had seemed so crass
Streams through his mind from the dead.

 Haunted visions he had, one by one.
 A cast of mistreated and over run
Connecting a past of many heartless deeds
To a present and future of uncaring greed.
 Throughout the night the dream would proceed.
Until the lunar crest gave way to the sun. 

As the sun through his window began to shine
With his haunting dream still fresh in his mind.
He arose and stepped to his window to view
Something different, he thought.  Could this be true?
The streets were the same and the people too.
As if nothing had changed but time.

His view of the world was different that day.
It was he that had changed from his wicked way.
The preceding night put his head in a spin.
The world he now saw was as it had been.
But he had been changed from within;
With a new attitude, and kind things to say.

The world, not knowing of his demise.
Were skeptical at first, then realized
That something, or someone affected him.
More generous and friendly he was to them,
Not as the old man who was so grim.
He now saw the world through new eyes.


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Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When will you be set free?


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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.


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Glimpse

Glimpse
By Kevin Robey
December 2, 2013

I'll steal a moment, right out of thin air
To break it apart untill walls realign
A moment I'll will stretch untill it tears
Shine forever where paths intertwine

Outdated history the last thing I’ll see
Beautiful indeed, these rays shining down
Endless rays of light staring straight at me
Every road ahead leads straight out this town

No gender for sure, this love is too pure
Like two souls intertwined through a dream
My redesigned mind still searching for a cure
Dreams where everything is just as it seems

No more hollow alibis or transparent lies
Just a place I laid to waste a death I'll never know
Lose myself in make-believe, never asking why
Long reprieve from fantasies I dreamed up long ago

This is a moment, just a single moment when
I found the reason for my daily disguise
My daydream avenue to save under my skin
To shine these bright blue eyes under those bleeding skies

Down this narrow road into endless dreams unknown
I’ll hold onto the steering wheel with knuckles turning white
I'll beam my smile out loud and slowly let it turn to stone
Shine forever in this moment where everything is right


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Do You See

This is me
Can you see
Be not still
For you shall see
Believe in me
Believe in you
Take control
Heart strong
Full out assault
Take it down
Let it go
The crowd is not taken
Silence is strong
Penetrate its core
Breath the fire
Let the ashes float
From embers of defeat
Comes a healing seed
Plant it soon
Let it bloom
No longer hidden
No longer scared
You will grow
You will believe
You are meant for more
Can you see
Do you believe
This place is right
This dream is true
You are the spark in this child's eye.


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The Sun's Bright and the Rain's Might

The sun burned so bright
This morning, it was merely exposing
Its beauty
The clouds drifted away like white, puffy balloons 
This afternoon, it was coming back together 
Unveiling its extraordinary grace
Suddenly, the clouds turn black…
…
It was growing black as night
And it made me ponder:
Is change important? 
And I shudder…

The rain showers might
This twilight, it was truly enthralling 
To simply…
Glance at it and its sparkling delight burns on
Seeing this in person 
Is like earning a brownie or a sugar cookie!
This evening, it was arriving faster than
A cool cheetah running 
Super fast in gracious fields…
Of golden grain and grass
…
It was glowing white as light
And it made me jump!
Is everything alright?
And I melt like butter


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Knights Armor

Gold plated dream made of steam. Lazer sharp sight focused on the target, One two three. Never will you know me never will we be a team. Alone i work alone i sleep alone i dream. Fast paced shots hit past my ear. Long over due i am lost to fear. Forgive my boldness but you are below focus. Quiz me forsake me or elevate me you are still not to educate me. Let us begin to evaluate the situation. Ten killed the eleventh escaped. Praise be the guaranteed. Run from me and i will chase, chase me and i will not run. King and Queen can be important to follow for the children of the Island. Long since my reign i have brought shame to replace my fame. Forget my claim to the throne of vain fabled mountain ninjas. Fly my flag high over ocean scenes and colored greens. Family seen your neighbors scream thats what made me lean over the cliff in the mean city street over looking the television screen. Medical Marijuana is a very good thing.


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Walk through life

she'd never balk
a stroll with her dog can't bother
since it daily empowers

she use to walk
with her mother
for hour and hours

they'd use to talk
with each other
about theirs and ours

now they ALL chalk
a dreamlike white cloud cover
with earthly  and  heavenly powers

(c) Elly Wouterse


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idk

In this world of live do God give or do God spend.
In god we trust your money make your life bless for best. Pay why when die heaven give no money life. Said of game now dont take da words an miss name da fame. smh. Cause this world is vein, so i bleed outside to water my mainstream of heart filled out the box of art. A gift is but live so a gift is what give. Present I wake no mistake to my take of day, now I play a one way ticket of gold with sweet palace like chocolate for da kids an family. Can't stand it, well dat make manish no planish; know how to stand it. Nerves get on some badish. Then handle all debts publick an private no childish just so wildish. Judge me not 4 i break only da law of da land with out a sight of the man. Then I walk out this cell knowing every step I take is hell to heaven.
amen


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Love jumped up and kicked my door in

Love jumped up one afternoon
and as I sat reading a book,
she kicking my door in
and took me in a dream wonderland
full of surreal life,
and Salvador Dali was there, painting
and Picasso sat smoking a cigarette,
and thumbing his nose at Dali,
but Dali smiled and kissed his feet.
Love tugged me by the hand, as an impatient mother
would do to her child in a candy shop.
She showed me a cloud,
and on that cloud was the twenty-seven club
smoking weed and drinking whiskey and playing music,
Jimi Hendrix playing his fender Stratocaster with his teeth,
Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin singing away to a blues tone,
Kurt Cobain and Robert Johnson were no where in sight though!
And I sat with them and I talked with them and I played with them
and I sang with them, and they loved me,
and we were happy,
and Love pulled me again and she kissed me on the lips,
and showed me three people who had broken my heart,
and they were dressed in grey and frowning,
I did not laugh and I did not cry, I just stood and stared
(they were ashamed to look at me,)
Love pulled me into her own little place,
on her own little cloud,
I sat on a throne decorated with gems and rubies
and their sat a table full of food and drink
and Love came close to me and fed me and cuddled on me
and kissed me and made me feel safe and secure.
She was a beautiful goddess, that Love girl.
She smiled and it made my heart jump and skip
and she held me close and there I trusted her
and trust I did to her.
I closed my eyes and I feel asleep and dreamed about anything that I wanted to.
Dream after dream of beautiful and glamorous things that made my head spin!
Love was by my side the whole night and day,
and there she was every single day,
in what felt to be May
and she sang a song;
that made me dance and kiss her more and more.
That day Love jumped up and kicked in my door,
was the best thing that ever occurred to me.

.1.24.2014.


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Echoes

Echoes
By Kevin Robey
January 6, 2014

If there was a time that I realized what I hide
It’s the day that they saw the fire behind my eyes
If there was someone in whom I'll never confide
Anyone anywhere while I reside in these lies

So scared of the sunshine in places they love
I’m safer down here where the shadows are bright
It’s not scary when echoes fit like a glove
Call out for everyone and no one at night

Don’t think I’m giving up, my faith isn’t used
I’ll just dig through hell to rise above it all
Two black eyes new I’m broken and freshly bruised
Still searching the dark for my own wonder wall

I see why you're scared, guess now that we know
What I meant back then, when I couldn’t fight
Revealed much more than words could ever show
Saw these bright lights in the darkest of nights

You won’t see me hide my insecurities
Expect nothing less cause my fears live out loud
With every degree of my abilities
I’ll give you the answers up high from the clouds

These words are like glass it happened so fast
I started these thoughts now leaking with love
The family tree from ashes of the past
Means something more, what I was dreaming of


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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.


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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.


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THE VALLEY AURORA

                                                                         
Oh, in inspirations winter dreaming, I’ve dream't
Of a mystic valley of the Aurora Borealis,
A chambered realm of frozen colors,
Exploding within reflected light aglow,
In the hushed silence of ice and snow.
Here the pondering thoughts are set from beyond
Limitations of realities boundaries.
I'm a poet on a free fall dive, into the human imagination,
Behold my polarized world of enchantment.
Tender are the delicate wildflower petals,
Gleaming beneath the frozen sun, ice blossoms adornments,
Brilliantly shining in the fields of glitter, amongst
The snow dust's razzle-dazzle, beguiling the eyes of this poetic
Heart.
A Floral tapestry of permafrost, drips with a frothy moisture
Mist of sleet, creating a dappling effect upon the white
Dandelions and ivory daisies.
Taste the frozen honeysuckle upon your lips of warmth,
As the swarming frost bees pollinate this arctic garden,
Stinging with their chilling venom of flash freezing.
Palest crystallized roses, with thorny prongs sharpened edges,
Embraces the colds icy light, but reject the soft touch of
The mortal hands of loves devotion.
The haunting sounds of the Arctic owl echoes, against the
Walls of these alpine fiord's, as waterfalls of avalanches,
Crashes downwards, cascading into the deep valley basin below.
Swirling arctic foam blasts across this translucent terrain,
Shattering the magical splendor of stillness,
And splintering the tender reed unto nothingness,
Except for the spreading of germination's life giving 
Seeds of renewal.
Yet it leaves refineries thin fluffy powder, scattered for
The crystal humming birds, it is their sweet nectar’s
Refreshment to feast upon, as the swift wings sparkle,
In the dusk's afternoons setting sun last rays.
Welcome to my symphony of Tiffany, gems stones sacred
Meadow of frozen jewels, radiating luster's regalia
Of glitz and glamour, leaving behind a twinkling celestial display,
That comes from a rich imagination of a poetic heart.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

















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journey of the lonely spirit

On a nameless moment in the vast expanse of endless time,
Something moved, and from the cacophony of chaos emerged a rhyme.
Thus began an epic journey of the spirit, of the unknown,
The seed of this universe, and many others, dormant, within, unsown.
Locked in the unfathomable depths of its heart were, stories,
No one could tell..Of places, even the imagination of man cannot dream of, under a creative spell
        The spirit , untouched by the heat, cold, pleasure or pain,
Unblemished by the sun and unwetted by the rain.
Devoid of any shape or form any eye can see,
In a dream called nature, lying in wait, as sublime could be.
 Journeyed across many planes, across ripples that make thoughts
Taking shape slowly, like iron on an anvil, blow by blow , when hot.
Found at last a dwelling place, like a star would for itself, in the sky,
A cradle, a home an identity, the awareness of I
Hiding in the deepest core of every living being,
Very subtle, oh, invisible , yet pervading every thing.
Giving  all the gift of life, the blessing to survive
Thus arrived a new pawn on the celestial game board,
A creation that called itself 'me'..
On the illusive smoke screen that  life is, who thought it can see.
 Not just see, but, understand, own, belong and hold,
 The power to control, to create, the power of sharp edge, and the power of gold.
Like the wisdom is to the wise, in its nature of the flame to rise..
Began yet another journey, destination unknown..
Up wards, light wards, seeking what needed be sought..
 Through the darkness of ignorance, storms and whirlwinds of unsurety
Towards the maker , proceeded the made, stumbling struggling, tired, way-laid.
 Through the thick haze of passions,
Through the crooked maze of aspirations,
Fighting, a desperate battle to save its sanity, 
Bound and helpless like all ordinary humanity.
Clamoring for peace, seeking a place to call home and rest its weary head,
A place with the warmth of a mothers love,  place in which to be remembered when forgotten and dead.
On a path with no name, and no known end in sight.
Then.On a rare moment of celestial favor , to the tune of serenity and divine grace,
The realization finally dawned, like a smile on a  troubled face.
The goal was reached, then again..
 Silence.. The end of a million tales, the fruits of patience and perseverance.
Knowledge ,peace, bliss pure and plain..
  With the journey, ended the quest,
 Satisfaction of a life well spent, a soul put to rest.
 
 
 


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Isigin dusu -1

Isigin dusu yagmur 
Yagar yagar   
Sicim gibi duser 
Duser  ustume
Uyanirim  dusumden
-Hatirlarim  -
Gecmis yasanmis  
Bitmemis  hayata
Senle ve sensiz
Isigin duser  ayin golgesine
Isildar  yakamozun dalgalarin sesinde
Senle ve sensiz 
Yasamim eser  melteminde tenin
Aninda ruyam desem unutulmaz
Lodos kasirkaydi karanlikti  gece
Karanliktan daha karanlikti  dunya ve ay
Dusunurken seni ay isigi vursa yuzune
Senle ben sensiz bir hic
Bir yildiz olsa da  aydinlatsa yolumuzu
Ask yalin bir cocuk goge agaca tirmanan
Nehirlerde ve denizlerde sandalamiz
Sevdamizi tasiyan goklere merdiven 
Sen istedikce  kosalim bilinmiyene
Ellerimizde isik  sevdali gizem 
Yagmur  ve sel sonra  gunes   goklerde ates

Korkmadan bu defa senle yine  olumune
Karanlikta ve komurun atesinde  elele
Yuruyelim  elele  isigin  harelerinde


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Flametip Riders

flametip riders
 
last call brass doll
suitcase in hand 
howling at empty rafts
fire consumed deck
tickling rain flaked boot lace

frozen slices of polar existence
hanging from great western ship gallows
spinning blind eyes in the technicolor night dream 

invisible fury shamanic invocations 
floating in a dark lonely bottle
seven charkras forty oms
military mantras blazing drones

starboard we toss the captains hind quarters
aging skeleton maps drawn by green phantom winds
lobbing lucifer’s cold shoulder as we blind dive for answers
through frosted airs to the warbling wobble beat wharf

tattoed tugboat arms toss frayed 
white flowers and free passes to afterlife’s
comfort lounge


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Too Good of a Poem for a Title

I awake, I awake
in a morning, afternoon sunset
My eyes sting as they stretch
for the soul.
With cheerful music of a funeral,
which plays afar in a dfferent room,
in a different world than the one
I live in and slowly die in.
The mind is trapped in a white bone
cage, and cries out for a warm embrace,
yet sees the twilight of a moonless night
haunt him in his nightmares he shares
with me, and I sit and stare, thinking.
Caring cries slowly shed tears
down a rough cheek,
yet no one sees a tear,
No one sees a man,
But a boy whose heart is a frown,
whose awaken to a quiet house, in a quiet town,
in a quiet world.
Silent as a burial, which the dead
come too pay their respects.
I awake, I awake
to an evening sunset
searching the heart for the words
blind and foolish in the so-called
Cruel World,
where your blue eyed Death smiles,
and morning sunsets dissappear
with no remorse,
and paint my soul black,
like cancer,
or like a tared road,
which the feet of morning commuters
step one foot, in front of other.

STOMP! STOMP!! STOMP!!!

Like SS Stormtropper's boots
that stomp all over my Heart.
Till the evening sunrise comes,
and I awake, I awake
to a snarl of a beast
and the tolls
of funeral bells.

-10-27-2013-


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Angel Disguise

Learning, sleeping
Playing, wheeping
Integrating in the whole
Like a brick into the wall

Hearing whispers all the time
His unconscious needs sublime
Singing songs or writing poems
Escape he seeks, uncommon knowledge

Seeking perfection (not to mention) he fights the infection
That tries to stop his ascension (to the far dimension)
In silence he screams
He, who has the big, bad sins

An angel seeks his long lost soul,
For him in order not to fall
With the power of the gods
He survives against the odds

A She is created
To fit the unrated
The wish to fulfill
The dream to come still

Beyond, there's nothing more
Purity has lost his soul
Seeking desire
He has fallen into fire

Intense the burning hits his soul
In his hell he's gonna fall
From the dream he shakes and wakes
To take a bath and learn for math


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WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

continuing daydreaming in a dream with you,
wishing this dream will not end without you!
only stars are made to shine like this,
true memories that are made to miss.
times when the spotlight was just on me;
chances made real and true,
this i couldn't forget,
benefits made to reassure,
everyone made to remember me,
what made me more than survive this way,
true excitement of content.
day by day:
fame can be a lifestyle,
where even you can succeed, 
you will never have to shed a tear to cry.
even you can outdo the best;
better yet,
reach the unreachable,
where you can be the legend of your own fable.


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Blessed Soul Part II

Alas they have been surrounded by so much violence.  
I believe the Earth's leaders have created their own 
brand of reality."

"What do you mean my dear?" Asked Dante as he paid 
much interest as to what this lovely woman was saying.

"The people, the citizens of Earth participate in and anticipate 
world domination by those who are in charge.  Humans forget 
that there exists only one true King... a king that they cannot 
see with their natural eye."

"I agree wholeheartedly," Dante replied.

The day turned into eve on this far outreach of the upper 
firmament.  The two of them slowly stood up and started to 
walk a bit.  The stars this night were more intense as their light 
pulsated close to where she and her beloved Dante wandered.

"Must you leave my sweet?" Dante asked her while taking her 
sweet face into his hands and lightly kissed her upon her forehead.

"I must," she replied.

"Until then my love, travel knowing that my love waits for you 
always.  My Lord knows that my life would be too difficult to live without 
you," Dante said in a wistful manner.

With that Beatrice made her way onto a grey stone bridge.  
She knew that life was  about love and was not a dead end... 
only the beginning of never ending discovery
of God's great plan for all.  That in itself could never be boring.

In a flash of magnificent array, both she and her messenger's 
bridge were off towherever God decided to send her next.



* Blessed Soul was a dream vision of mine that was inspired 
by my love for this author.
Dante Alighieri classic works were told to him in a dream.    


poem by  S.E. Clark


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BILL FROM THE WEST

Bill From The West.

-Oh ye paper souced from woods 
-Be a benefactor To Our Needs. 
-Heal Untendered Wants and desires. 
-Stretch Our Faiths No Longer To The Fire. 
-Words Have Reached Us How You Proved Trade By Barter Unworthy. 
-The Scheme You Trail and its purpose To The poorly 
-Capable of any cacophony but yet understood By the Deaf 
-Embraced By Far away pigmies and Elfs.

-Your History Traced From Ancient France. 
-murkraking propaganda neva blemished Thy prance. 
-strait-laced to perfection. 
-made known TO everyone,Now worthy of Acceptance.

-Oh Ye bill from The west I But Beg To Differ. 
-A cause of worry dents our relieve to ether. 
-Some Accomodate You without Remorse. 
-Foul wealth in vaults i recall. 
-Is There No Door Of Hope. 
-Injustice In Our Very eye.lo and Behold!

-These In Script was Not The Bargained. 
-where only the few prevailed. 
-oh ye bill From The West. 
-Where Art Thou?


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Something

as the smoke clears, I look up at the sky, 
seeing the glisten of the first star reveal itself 
to human eyes. There is no moon, just the fain
t glow of the sun at which has set and nearly 
vanished behind the stunningly tall and mishapen
 moutains in the shadowed background. 

"Something's going to happen..." the words murmur
 in my head, rushing through my veins like a drug and 
I'm the addict. "Something's going to happen...." to whom? 
I do not know....just the feeling that stabs me in the gut,
 not knowing if I should follow it or not.

it was early this morning that the feeling ended; 
thus, ending the poisonous dream that was tainting
 my good humour. In the dream, surrounded by warm 
and soft as leather embraces, and pleasureable murmurs
 in my ear....

it all ended-the pleasure, the warmth...the sting...it
 ended when the dream turned to a nightmarish stain.
 Crashing into a brick wall, leaving nobodies sanity
 clean and safe..

Every one loses an inch of their sanity eventually,
 it goes by the waste side if not take proper care
 of-like a pet. But, this? it was hard....to die in a
 dream. To die and return to life when the morning
 wakes you.....

"Somethings going to happen....." 

Something indeed.


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Ghost

Every night I walk my grave,
Thinking thoughts that weren't ever made.
Lost in the darkness
My soul shall lie,
For I have not yet said goodbye.
Ever so certain that day would come;
When laughter, joy and happiness comes
My heart was broken in anger and pain,
For I no longer live in vain.
My broken dream shall mend no more,
For in pain and agony that I shall go.
My bones lay crumbled as dust and ash,
My memories no longer live with them.
My days are over and i'm gone,
And I shall only dream to be born...


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Reality 101

Reality has overcome everyone in today's society, even me. Everything we have believed really turned out to be a bunch of lies. It's been like that since day one. And come to think that some people are way more realistic than other people, including me and somebody else. There's always a difference between the dream itself while we're sleeping and the real world in our wake and it's always a discouraging fact. Why is it that we have to deal with reality every day and every night, anyway? What's the point of not living the dream or a fantasy? It seems to everyone that no matter what these people do, no matter how hard they try, it's always been the same and stuff. It also seems that day in and day out, reality always wins, especially when it has defeated all fantasies and created worlds one too many times. Reality has always been a part of our society since the day God has created the Earth. To be honest, some of us can deal with the real world, but some of us can't deal with reality. It's like living in a fantasy world, but filled with a bunch of lies and/or whatever. It makes everybody sad just thinking about it. and to be honest, some of us can't even try to be realistic as of now and/or then. And come to also think that I can't really deal with what's real and what's not; it's hurting me just like it's hurting everybody else. It's sad, it's a waste of everybody's time and energy, and it's seriously pathetic. But in the end, reality always win and we all have to deal with it, whether we like it or not. I guess we'll have to dream of something else, anyway.


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The Rockstar Life of a Poet Synopsis

The rock star life of Poet Synopsis.

Liquid-caps, wiretaps, relapse, mentally insane.

Mother would say “there is no pain it is only in your brain, if you control your thoughts your writing won’t seem so insane”. 

I reply “When I am high whether it be; I regain control of my soul.”

I do not indulge with people, who do not share my views.

I connect to those better who love to act a fool,
provide as a listening tool,
the sad, lonely, and the confused.

Everything will be crystallized and you can be sure as you believe that you are wise,
You will see a WZRD on Adderall,
Who bleeds from his crown.

As he falls down to the party that’s underground…

In the lonely moments of being on stage or having my feet touching the ground,
the mouth opens wide and I shut-down…

Shocked from the eyes of the crowd escapes into my stream,
they light up with different colors,
different energies.

I slip into an unconscious dream.

Where I am supreme and there are relievers of every kind.
 In the moments that a needle is touching the skin I don’t think it is heroin I am inhaling…

For the moments of possibilities it could be nine or ten, or maybe it could be Meth,
I won’t know for this chlorine has gotten into my eyes and now everything is looking like a dry dream.


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shattered pieces

Have you ever seen a broken heart up close.. did it show you the road it took to get down to that road did it spill out all of its dreams an hopes have you ever seen a broken heart up close, di you sit and have a conversation were there times in that conversation you had to admit that person sounded so amazing an how it ended really kind of just sounded crazy, a whole lifetime of dreams an wishes kisses an hugs passions an ignoring the apparent because that’s what love does, have you ever sat down and looked at a broken hearts pieces an how there broken so un even, and the after math of that after blast you get confused on how this broken heart keeps beating, were the strive what’s the drive, will its sitting on the ground dreams hope an love look like blood covering the ground no one to love it no one to take the time to comfort it the last one it had holding it got tired an dropped it have you ever. I bet the answer if never sat and had a conversation with a broken heart an started to hate the person that broke it apart are took the time to fix it how could you ever love someone who built you up then dipped your heart into a fountain of love with the same color as gold then let it cool an dropped it from the thirty floor of a apparent at the bottom was no pool so the splash turned into a shatter left the heart scattered all over the place blood lining the faces of the people at the bottom not because they didn’t see him falling but nobody caught him, so now they share in the pain get entrapped by the rage, an pray for the day that there pains taking away and the last piece if found of that broken heart and its put in a frame an now its art,


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angel

sweet angelic girl
torture me, and spin my world
treatchurous female, you have me flipped upside down and twirled
to witness you cry is to feel sorrow itself
to imagine you holding me makes hell melt
to dream your skin burning into mine lustfully
your teeth in my neck your panting breath fills my ears blissfully 
i lay and think of you wistfully
know, but dreaming hopelessly
that you are too good for my
fingers cringe and my eyes get misty
dear woman you kill me with your beauty
your only human but picture you with wings to compliment your adorability 
comprehending how you tug at my heart is beyond my ability 
hands shakily reaching for you, see their instability 
your hand upon mine is a dream of unbelivability 
but when you cast your eye upon me it makes it worth it instantly.


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Blessed Soul Part I

Dante caught Beatrice looking at him and smiled.
"I dare say that right now you look even more handsome 
to me than when I first made your acquaintance."

"So what blessed soul was the recipient of 
your wisdom today?" her long time love asked.

This Lady with a blue flowing gown, simplistic in cut, gently 
closed her eyes and began to reflect in general about the 
damage that society created for itself.  Humans still had so
much to try to learn before it was too late.

Then her mind centered on a young girl who was always 
in pursuit of Mr. Right.  Beatrice had to show this girl that she 
was in danger of losing herself to the men in her life.  Men
while starting with good intentions were really just thinking 
of their own selfish wants and needs.

"I had to tell this young woman that she's a precious gem to her 
Maker and that He would not tolerate anything but her equal in life.  
As she started to believe in herself she left her family to prove that 
she could make it on her own."

"Did this young lady find Mr. Right?" Dante asked this lovely 
vision at his side. "Indeed she did," was her reply.

"Well what did she think of you appearing to her there?

"She almost didn't want to believe I was there.  That someone 
would actually help her. That there mus have been more pressing 
cares for me to attend to.  I did show her a glimpse of the marble 
wall and even a peek of the golden palace which awaited her
arrival there one day."

"What did she think about that?"  Dante had to ask as his 
eyes twinkled in amusement.

"It was not the same as that of you trip my dear, when I had you
travel with me through both time and space," she said, 
in love with his recollection.

They remained silent for a long stretch of time.  Smiling she turned her 
head, her classic blonde hair whisked around coming to rest 
around her classic oval face, her bright blue eyes shown like deep topaz.

This Lady of splendor lazily studied one of the wild lilies of the 
small but jeweled meadow.
The lilies were wild and danced merrily by an ever so slight 
of breeze.  She thought that these delicate flowers might be very 
much like herself.

"I worry about Earth, I mean these humans do have a hard 
time loving themselves, of-course there are some exceptions perhaps 
like yourself... that their ignorance turns into control and into 
hate of others.  They are meant to love and experience love.  



(to be continued with Blessed Soul Part II)


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Crooked Spines

Crooked Spines
By Kevin Robey
November 23, 2013

Useless waste of space
These tainted dreams of mine
Burning in this place
These crooked spines of mine

I used my sleeve for make believe
Wore it proud to show you how
Deceive your mind so you can see
These broken dreams I’m breathing now

Believe me please I’m so strung out
Replay these words when I am gone
I want to shout and end this drought
Famine of smiles, this is the dawn

Sweet release don’t fail me now
Take me from this blinding rain
Give me resolve only faith allows
To hold the reigns of runaway trains

Can’t bow down to the blinding force
Of my demise on this lonely trail
Where self-defeat’s the ending source
Of misplaced love sown in my sails

Dead end roads are found here every day
My troubled mind; a study of extremes
Fake a laugh when the skies are grey
I’ll close my eyes, and dream another dream


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In Between

There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, 
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, 
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, 
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, 
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright, 
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, 
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, 
because you are only born once, and you only die once, 
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.


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A Dream Bestowing a Dream

A dream bestowing an unimaginable dream Is far beyond my imagination My dream cradles another form of creativity Freedom leads me out of troublesome society My dream bestowed another shard of vision It was far beyond my reality Our dream’s purposes will soon be fulfilled Freedom grants us tokens for two to search us out of trouble What if we took that getaway route? Would we lose a grip of reality or a segment of dreams? Don’t change your ways—you’re destined to have what you wish Reach out to snatch a sense of destination Confirmation has no reason to prefigure our dazzling palace A stunning dream mirrors in our delightful requests Marveled by the view of true ecstasy or eternal turmoil What if we look beyond realization? Would it open up the pathway to troubled reality? Look beyond our heedful dreams and your canvas of articulation Walk with me to a pathway that allows our dreams to become a reality Look down to perceive another dimension—outlying from the Earth’s alienated nations There you’ll find a dream drawing us into another atypical dream—we are lucky enough we had our freedom tokens in your “lucky” bag If we didn’t have them with us, where would we be? Far, far beyond our unknown adventure Our dream meddles with our restive reality Freedom has taken its toll into existence A dream bestowing a dream Is, in reality, beyond measure!


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Thought Bank

            

                   We jump off the delirious thoughts into measured wisdom
                 Big huge chains of thought and mists of dream boat invention
                                  While out on leave from the present day
                                  The world turns another inch in your favor
             Misty morning metal armor, the dream bent on delivering the goods
                                 Trying to peel the outer layer of a person
                              Trimming the infested material born drumbeat
                           Hey man it's one more time and I'll be on my way
                      Back to the brilliant splash of molten storybook teamwork

                                              Jeffrey Bovee 01/11/2012


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Rock and Roll Dream 1979

You don’t have to settle For heavy metal You don’t have to choose Rhythm and blues We’ll put a stop To A.M. pop We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream We’re not fanatical ‘bout Beethoven classical It’s monotonic junk All that pogo punk you won’t have to save Trends of new wave We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream The drummer will pound that rockin’ sound And the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream In your rock and roll dream You don’t have to settle For heavy metal There aint no disco In San Francisco This is a rock town We don’t play motown We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream The drummer will pound that rockin’ sound And the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream In your rock and roll dream
written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved


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Dreamers

Dreams in slow motion,
Dancing in the lead;
Have you lost control...
Of the long planted seed?
Growing out of refuge...
The flowers in your mind;
Will you draw me a picture...
Of all that is undefined?

Draw them curtained;
Masked in the finest drape,
For reality needs not...
To find an escape;
But to see truth...
Behind these wall flowers;
Reveal to us...
The power of all powers...

For dreams bare nothing,
But hopes unknown;
While man seeks greatness,
To be written in stone.
In a day of souls for sale,
May you dream me perfection?
I have not a single hope,
Scaled in every direction...

Please rest young dreamer,
For we are all the same...
Tied to a faction,
Behind dreams that never came.
For your drawings mean nothing;
When we're all blind...
A sad proclamation...
But it's how we're designed.

This is but a moment,
In the poor dreamer's brain.
So don't forget the ending,
As we're inching down the drain.
Draw me a picture... 
Telling our future's tale;
And he threw me a dollar,
Screaming our future's for sale...

Before I knew it he’d left;
Running away screaming in his depart.
Who would’ve thought...
That a dreamer’s dreams could tear ‘em apart?
Beep... Beep... Beep...
And my eyes, I’ve just opened...
Shutting off the stupid alarm clock,
Realizing the dream that just happened...

The reality of it all...
Trying to put two and two together;
An idea by which to relate,
And changed my mind forever...
That we could all be dreamers,
Caught up in our own dream;
Subject to our curtains,
But never as we seem.


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A journey to the Mountain (never stop believing) pt.1

I remember the white only and black only drinking water fountain. I remember the
struggle's of hatred, and last but certian not lease someone close his eye's and
dream-that dream was the answer of the sacrifices and lost of live's during that
inapprobiate turn of the century a perculiar group had to face during, "A journey
to the Mountain."  I have a dream, an aftermention that open the close eye's of
racism. The close eye's of a klan that tried to stop the struggle to the mountain.
Didn't want it(the dream)to come true. I remember his speech and today it ring's
a perculiar volume into the ear's of our childrens, a sound they're not hearing be-
cause they have other thing's to do. "I've been to the Mountain Top", and look over
it. And on this journey, I might not get there with you, but now we drink from the
same fountain, in my dream the black, white, red and all the perculiar's above.
It will be his last speech, Martin L. King and the trailblazer's who help shape the 
destiny of a dream. Do not scream, but alway's pray, a future generation is coming
loose at the seam.
A journey to the mountain-on this endeavor might a black one become President and
a white one get out and vote, judge him by his character not by the color of his
skin. "A journey to the Mountain", Martin seen it in a dream, do not scream for all
of God childrens is marching to the beat of immortality.


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WHEN MEN VANQUISH MEN

Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and 
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace prevails perpetually,
Only then is the white flag raised high...

The ungarroted hearts of their unslayed passion write to fill blank pages,
The illusion of unspoken reflections tied with a yearning voice of freedom,
Unfolds a dream the tides of good will bring for the world beyond the laws of man,
While women bequest everlasting oaths and ode to the indestructible love of their
children,
Only then we are at peace just as grass fields flow with the wind...

The question of existence becomes certain on the facade of subterfuge and 
revenues of the hopeless,
Contumacious kings must configure and confide the paths of their people to 
protect and preserve,
Upon our eyes all exempt from the darkness of night, the day decides laud shall 
lead us on,
The night comes to give us rest and time to appreciate of what is now and what 
has been,
Only then to wake, rise, and see the morning sigh is the dream which has come
true...


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Own Little world

    I dream of a dank world where the fallen have flown to the ends of the universe to be
among the un born abominations who spin wild and free of social contraption. 
These are the fortunate ones of the lost and the chosen. 
But back here in the storm of absolute vacancy the Dark syndicates are free to choke the
ears of any who stray to close. 
Soldiers of the silent serenade. 
Trained in the art of apathy, they orchestrate the tides to the rhythm of our drowning
screams. 
To suffocate the source you must first pull back the flesh and disarm the harsh defenses
of the forgotten. 

    We can not stand on the fore front with out those who will fall before us. 
This is where we will fall...Where we will stand... 
And where the dead will find a place among the righteous. 
I saw this happen ounce before in a dream. But this...this is not that dream I had. 
No, This is the world where I live. 
A hard and cold place where we are smothered in the ashes of our own. 
Choking on splattered rain drops from Gods bloody tears. 

This is not my world! 
This is not a real world. 
No...NO! 
    
    A world can not possibly exists where the faces are diversified by only the scars of war. 
If we possess the pieces to the bullet holes in Fathers heart then why can't we help him? 
Chaos feeds into me. 
And I can no longer run. 
Hiding from some thing that is all ready hidden is like running from death its self and I
will have to choose soon. 
If wishes could be made then all I wish is for you to be true. 
To fall and be forgotten or to rise and burn in shame? 

    I seek not the reasons to the answers of why I must choose but hear from me this:
"I will neither fall nor rise for any man or any of his Gods!" 
Choice's are for choosing and I am here to choosing against your taking. 
I will choose my own future as well as make my own decisions. 

This is not up for discussion. 
This not up to you. 
This is me telling you what I will do. 
This right here, right now, is me orchestrating your screams in the fires of the fallen. 

You will die and tomorrow I will follow. 
This is the setting for the son of the Farther. 
From the Beginning and into the end of time this is the story of how we will fall and you
will follow.

(I'm not sure what type of poetry this would classify under and contrary to my earlier
preconceptions of how poetry is conceived I've just now come to realize that there is no
need to rhyme your words unless of course, as I used to do, you like to write that way.)


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Sleeping Sleeping

I am Sleeping Sleeping.

I shall never wake.

THIS is the truth.

I shall never wake because
I do not ever want this wonderful dream of life to end.

To wake is to die.
I do not want you to die.

I do not have a life of my own
I merely dream up yours.

I am sorry if your life has been hard,
just keep rowing that boat and don’t worry
it may get better, but I’m not sure.
All I know is that----

I am Sleeping Sleeping.
I shall never wake.

….or will I?


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Ronin 25

hindsight if only clearer in my future my present
still sitting here upon weathered rock warmed by years
of summers sun only now can I give reflection
to the tree that sways in the breeze ebbing and flowing
in the wind of my thoughts
past memories a boy with a dream and desire
following the rising sun and daring to imagine
something outside of his world his preordained future
a goal not granted a thought riding on the coattails of
a samurai’s dressings a moment to be more than himself
before fate crashes the dream onto a rock of reality 
and a broken man sits down beside a stream
reflecting upon a weathered rock


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ON THIS DAY: 01.20.09

In 1963 Dr. King gave a speech in Washington D.C.
it was a most stirring address that became a prophecy
he made mention of a dream of an America he had invisioned
one with justice, equality for all and no more racial division

In 1964 the Civil Rights Bill was signed and enacted
that federal law designed to have racism in America impacted
yet the struggle continued and the battle raged on
but God had something coming up on the horizon

In 2004 a man of mixed race decided to take up the cause
a Columbia grad with a Harvard degree who did not stop to pause
based in Illinois he ran for the United States Senate seat
and despite the odds against him the opposition he did beat

In 2007 God move Senator Obama to the next phase
the Spirit compelled him to step up and enter the Presidential race
many thought he was an upstart and by many he was rejected
as he wasn't a part of the early movement and wasn't what they expected
But God will use any kind of man to accomplish His goals
all He requires is an obedient servant who allows Him to be in control

In 2008 the Democratic Primary was a most unpleasant fight
it was not only about gender it became about Black and White
but the youth of today stepped up, joined in and took a stance
and the young Senator from Illinois now had a fighting chance
and after the dust had settled it became a very clear choice
the American people voted and the world heard their voice

that young upstart Senator Barack Obama won the Presidential race
and now the most powerful job in this world belongs to a man with a Black face
but more importantly he's a man who doesn't distinquish himself by his color
he's the President of every American citizen Jews, Gentiles, Sisters and Brothers

It was not a coincidence that on the day he won his party's nomination
it was 45 years to the day that Dr. King addressed the entire nation
it was not a coincidence it was all God's design
that this young intelligent black man would have his season at this time

a people delivered from slavery into the ultimate seat of power
on this day in U.S. history African American's shining hour
to be vindicated and now elevated
to be validated and now celebrated

Oh yes we can for hope has been renewed and restored
Oh yes we can pray that peace will reign again once more
On This Day the Rev. Dr. King's dream become divine
On This Day January 20th in the year 2009
ON THIS DAY


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Dreams

Dreams only occur while sleeping. Some of them will come true, but some of them don't.
It's like living in a bunch of fantasies and realities at the same time. Everybody has
dreamed about finding true love, become successful lawyers, and/or whatever. Some say that
in a lot of studies, there's a lot of difference between the dream itself and the real
world, or so I thought. Sometimes, those real dreams will have turned into real, bad
nightmares, but they're not; these dreams are just actual dreams. But then, when waking up
by sunrise, its back to reality. When people are sleeping, they dream of being on top of
the world or rich beyond their dreams, but in their wake, it's different. We're all
humans; we all have dreams and they're easy to go after, especially good ones. Looks like
these dreams are going to be with us for the rest of our lives. And if these dreams keep
up, then all of our dreams will be endless. I guess those dreams are worth going after.


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UNTITLED parts 1 & 2 (please comment)

you are all a lost generation -- Gertrude Stein ?

I

Once hallowed encephalon 
cavernous cerebral chasms
	now less serene 
		ruptured n' spleen
Subjected to ravenous days?
Days n' illumination?
n' summers hibernation?
Awaiting eschatology and Madonna's divination

In summers somnolent slumbers I was told
In dreams of all truths and history's scrolled
and what a fair delication to unfold
truth rings from the shell aft each reeling beak's descent
Forsake of the shell's salty fleshes derivment

A fleshy flower buds on the briar
To pluck and dissect or leave to admire

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream  

Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth	
did I in dreaming sin for sooth?

Had Queen Mab or Archimago	
	twist my thrice twisted dreams
		with lies, abashing
and which in violence dance and beam
As waves with phosphorus' glow
they in guise clever crashing: gleam 
false sooth, in golden pools of indigo 
ever changing yet constant
As waves upon the shore
	singing
Sometimes soft and melancholy
Sometimes malice, as to destroy

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream 
II

Oh my visage
how it pales in the light beside... 
	her 
		my madonna 
my oracle my day
Darkness in its defined fray
and I Amidst a Yeats' Byzantine nightmare 
to linger, to consist, to decay, an ill-stared heir
	a doxology,
		       pregnant with heterodoxy. 

Paling in comparison, in cavernous fright
days n' days and infinite blight
Static tremors. Intangible vibrations
	Winter
		Summer
			Solstice
Hibernation

To seek what lay beneath
the countenance of the Madonna
the purity
The past I prospectively reap
	n' seep
		n' sow
The city's concrete catacombs glow  
The future in night
day's abrasive
in its own right
reside in the day
confide in night
Rage, rage and endless blight 
in dreaming escape day n' days of 
a lifetimes endless death, in love 

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream  





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The Poet

We all look out at the austere scenic view

Away into darkened silence to summon its approaching few
Some may even insist on writing a haiku?
Others ponder or relinquish to disagree;
The poet writes to expose the lie,

A light fabrication as the time passes by;

Yet the poet can visibly see where others clearly can't...

Out of darkened caverns with very trim decorum,

Still the poet can see what no one else clearly can't...
Has a very keen eye for detail where as others;
Well, others clearly don't understand?
As in the likes of a Pound, Ashbery & Whitman,

There's clearly no need by which to pretend,


In rich, texture tucked away;

To dream the impossible dream or neglect to waste the day...
The poet then looks arbitrary;
The poet looks again at things with a deeper eye,
An eye by which to sing as in a song;

As a song that can ever be sung
The poet then looks intently into the craft he wishes to support;
In branded ivy twisted off the cork
In desolation the thrust of shock
In motives of anticipation when one thinks a lot
In a promise that was made in the dark has come to its fullest of light;
In anticipation to never give up on the fight
As an eagle soar to domains out of natural sight
The poet looks again intently by which to pretend
With sullen wings in flight to forget the night
Shades of grass within orchards grasp 

The poet still dreams of better days never getting lost in its purple type haze
Shattered glass out on the parchment floor lest to find its decor
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call to live the dream
To never look back at its proverbial plow

The poet is me & the poet is you
Blackened hearts in memory beneathe its borrowed pew
In sunlight the divination again sets in;
The promise of a better tomorrow or that in Summer to begin?

The poet can dream at night in distant flight;
To touch its empty swell between the lines
A hand to hold with only one to bind.
A heart to discern its peril intention,

The poet will soon learn an ellaborate invention,

Yet we all must siit back & wait in deep anticipation?


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The Woman in my Dream

i hold you fast in my dream
wishing that this dream would never come to an end
if i don't hold this dream
it will turn into a nightmare
the kind of encounter i'm not ready to face
you were so good in my dream
i guess it expressed the kind of woman i yearn for
but how do i tell u when all we do is fight
i guess i love the woman in my dream better than i love you


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Namelless

Nameless faces in fog walk in dark
Known well identity hidden in mask
Morning to dawn ritual runs in cloud
Rushed to fly set free nowhere
Become ritual explore itself against all hate

As seen as dream flooded matter in sequence
Crisp in horn tender and loud and despair
Once mist to thrown and give itself

In a moon of herms as follow back dark ship
Coincides joining land in dreams
Come back to and shine its sight
As its own shame reflects one world
Dank of water as called in moon  stars never shown a face till dance
Over thousand indeed open verses  washed shore
Nameless faces washed in streets
Yet walk with  wished  dream  unforgotten in steps
As we all walk and crush in given  unknown
Purity justs its self as walk through  to  the same path


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A love that once was.

I still remember her in my dreams and I

wonder how my life would be if i were with

her, thinking of her i find peace in my

heart. My heart breaks every day I don't

know nothing about her and i retrieve to

the shadows hoping someday our love that

once was someday could be. I love her but

at one point I wanted the dream of me

being with her to be no more for she is

happy now. Many a dream were broken in the

travesty of time in the name of love,I now

face my guilt even if i should not and

even when my heart was broken i never gave

up in the dream, perhaps someday she will

see that my love was true and still is.


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Dreams Catcher Net

A rhythm in its dimension sparkling dance
Turn flap the tail without touching its spine
Host the wings fly its soul of its dream land

Crushed in erupted thoughts hoping a simple peace
Day and night throw the net to catch its wish
My light house guides edges of correlation 
Candle of dim dance of breath dream after my dead

Washed dark water witness of crying silence 
Free as reborn as dream catcher fly in story wings
Found humble treasures in my net
Fly to become free as nested in dream catcher's net


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American Fuhrer

As swift as a northern wind the nightmare will finally begin, for years we warned 
you we begged for the resistance to gain steam and forefeel the dream of putting 
an end to this deadly regime.

It was all or nothing the battle of epic proportion but in the end evil prevail and a 
new American fuhrer we shall hail. Unconstrained by law total militarism of awe 
the inferior folk will fall there is no turning back now we know were power lies as 
though a new messiah has risen through blood soaked skies.

His jackbooted soldiers reign of destruction and open terror look for the full 
indoctrination of an enslaved nation a product of this American fuhrers insane 
creation.

A state of horror before the eyes of this republic could this be real our own 
American soil crushed under the heel of totalitarian steel. As we fall in line with 
the change of time what was the resistance is now a band of rogue soldiers 
unwilling to march for our fuhrer and his new world order.

This is it my fellow comrades the iron arm of fascist law America is no longer 
free as a matter of fact it's all the same to me. Have mercy on us my lord for we 
know your righteous light will guide us day and night soon the resistance will see 
everlasting might to end this final fight this dream i hold on to so very tight.

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