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Details | Epic | |

Wall Street

      

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of bare bottoms, pelted slavery. 

Upon entry to rule, the open stage of smoked mirrors began to reflect back upon the podium of lies. Taught by scholars from university books of political science. Fearful of leadership matching mirrored images, of false pretense, babbling rhetoric. The stirring masses of discontented, individualistic, thought of as dead - enders, trouble makers, and rebel rousers, rallied aimlessly.   

With super hero, Captain Do Gooder, bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. Weary lost hope combatants mustered courage, and accepted destiny. To this point, someone shouted against the wind of change. Felt by all who sensed the importance. 
"To death do us part of the purpose to which we, the united, stand for justice". 
The chant began, as Captain Do Gooder was dragged away, and cuffed, once bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. 
Damn the torpedoes. Damn the torpedoes. 
Captain Do Gooder, fallen, bruised ego matching skinned knees, lays helpless. Who will save them now.

Second glances from high rise penthouses. Serving champagne and caviar. Brought iron clenched hands once hidden, to draw the stage curtain down. 

With Captain Do Gooder nowhere to be found. The voice that came from pain of pupil. Born within broken dreams of promised lands. Realized nothing was coming cheap on this occupation. 

The dusty streets found Captain Do Gooder aimlessly stepping against the winds of change, down Wall Street. The well-intentioned, arrested and broken spirited, lost hope of recycling any salvage rights taken from them by Metro. 

Was this the end of the well thought out, pushed down occupation.  
Was this the beginning, of the underground faction. Where was senior generation X hiding. Only Captain Do Gooder and the well-intentioned, world stage occupiers, hold the key to that Pandora's box of hope. 

 
The peoples across the oceans were already springing far ahead in their own, more brutal campaign. For they had no cushion on which they were raised to kneel against. Tyranny ran over them.  A lesson yet not felt, or learnt, or taught, in the new world.  No chance of city mayors issuing eviction notices. Bullets, tanks and bombs were of the order. Brought down the line, traced back to the ones our United Nations to this day, refuse to acknowledge.
While leaders there home internet shop, and pump out the lies. Everyone dies. 


In the heart of the continent of center, where unto which as mankind sprang forth, for its first and ever conquest.  
The lights kept dim, to obscure the violent cleansing. A facade to disguise once moreover, the brutal tyranny for which the greed of the elite, control the dimmer switch. Diamonds and oil fuel the fire of war and oppression, on this stage of greed and guilt. Too far away, and too many distractions upon center stage for one to see or care. Thought and looked upon by most as racially motivated.  The origins of all mankind, to be left, far too far, behind. The true forsaken people. Why is man unkind.


So..........will Captain Do Gooder raise the bar to which drinks for the house, and all around, will quench the thirst felt by ninety nine percent of the people............mother knows best.   
Yet, still, self-inflicted roadblocks of appointed destiny, drop kicked long days past. Faint light shining far ahead, within the tunnel of hell, brought up to land. Firm above the depths to which it sprang. The truth of world order.  

Wait......what do we see......do our closed eyes deceive our cries........................................

We see Captain Do Gooder catching second wind. 

She breathes deep now and all can hear her war cry, no longer whimpering softly. As in past tense situations, given way to dazed and confused wall street *****es.  
She builds momentum, as our brothers and sisters lay dying and bleeding. On the streets of some not so distant for telling, of what's to be, will never not be coming full steam ahead and plowing through the hidden agenda.  One step beyond the line drawn in the sand of time, we thought would never be crossed. Give way thoughtless future tellers, and takers. Still holding firm with paper cuts, deep into the hands who printed and prepared such slave papers, kept by the elite bankers. 

Captain Do Gooder returns renewed and refreshed. Our true Mother.  
Captain Do Gooder feels strong, as bruised knees and scraped hands heal. 


Brush of destiny sweepstakes,  allots winnings of earth shaking, volcano erupting, tsunami tidal waves, with bonus draws of worldwide chaos. Future draws are to be held with worldwide winners. Grand prize, dead oceans rising.  

The next generation have no fear digest writes the next chapter. 

 
Hold the press down firmly wall street backbiting backbenchers. Drawn into the crossfire, on her mark, place the x on the next general who dares not fall into civil disobedience.  
Captain Do Gooder has grown teeth, and she is biting down hard against the line to pipe riches, spoiled from her lands. Stolen from the first pilgrimage, fifteen thousand years old, lost empire. 

How dare you steal from, and pollute the minds of her children. Yet old enough to drink and drug and die in war.  How dare all of us. 

Meanwhile back at the ranch.  Captain Do Gooder hugs tight that tree of life, to which sprang all this elbow rubbing and diversion. Wall street huddles in her corner, painted red to match the lengths to which an end will surely bring to it. 
Painted red for all to see. 
The end to friendly letter writing, give peace a chance, make love not war, generation taking a bow, and snow birding it, to false sense of security land. Like the ostrich with its head in the sand. 



Details | Epic | |

The Promise's Beginning

Somewhere in midnight’s nocturnal hallways
As the chill settles down with starlight
While the world stands silent in waiting
There abiding with his flock walks the shepherd
Hopeful in thought and yet weary of foot
He moves his charges through the bite of night

His hope in the coming dawn lifts his burdens
Filling his minds eye with warm musings of tomorrow
In tones they beseech the day and challenge darkness
But through this constant cycle of shine and shadow
The guardian of the flock stands steadfast and waits

The promise begins as His voice appears cherubically 
Falling in fear and praying for strength of faith
The radiance in the sky softens ever slightly
Speaking of the vow and announcing the messiah
Who brings the world a love and a hope yet tasted

Tremulous breath’s as the promise is spoken
Awing the greatness with a loving and respectful fear
Silent in belief beholding the coming miracle
He stirs the somnolent flock down the slopes
To bestow upon all the gift of this divine hour

His breath brittle’s the final icy moments of dusk
He labors the trail with renewed strength of heart
Proclaiming hushed gratitude within every step
A beacon of brilliance converges in the heavens
Beckoning his faithful west toward little Bethlehem

Dropping to his knees his face wetted in thanks
Finally understanding what is gripping his soul
He sees the precarious pathway laid before him
Though he has journeyed into the unknown before
None had brought with it a promise so precious




Details | Free verse | |

Ribcage

Split apart your ribcage,
Open up the corridor, and let me come in
Uneasiness instantly strikes through me
Let me sway away...
Let me flutter away...
Like a butterfly out of its cocoon 
I'm trapped!Let me depart

Split apart your ribcage,
Unwrap me, let me go!
Believe me...reflect on me
Let me sway away...flutter away
Let us both seek the sun,
So we can grow together once more


Details | Epic | |

A Turning Point

The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see a gentle stream of smoke arising from the distant chimney
and headed for the shelter it offered, staggering on until he reached it.

It was a pretty cottage nestled deep into the hillside and isolated.
He tumbled through the door and collapsed on the floor.
Mistily he drifted in then out of consciousness unable to focus
aware vaguely of a gentle touch that soothed and replenished.
He drank from the cup pressed to his lips and then let go.

The old lady shook her head at the follies of mankind,
and set to work bandaging his festering wounds.
She made a drawing potion to clean out the poison
that had taken a fierce hold racking him with fever.
Then  she covered him and stoked up the fire.

For three days he lay in a coma muttering about the war,
not an ordinary one, oh no, this war caused carnage.
Evil stalked the land every hand turned against the other.
Sons killing fathers and brothers and to what point?
A simple disagreement about Creed had started this.

Weakened by the ravages he was slow to fully heal
yet he learned much from the old lady causing him to rethink.
To look at things with eyes a-new seeing the other point of view.
These new values he took with him when he left thanking her gratefully.
He set out on a new route, his task now to heal and bring peace.

Standing a-midst the crowd on a small hillock he taught them new values
not by preaching as such but by parables that showed the way to peace.
After all he would say; Pause and Think, For What are We without hope?
Everything gone by can be changed, all we have to do is care and act.
So lit the small flicker in your heart and fan up a healing blazing flame.

   


Details | Verse | |

There Be Dragons


There Be Dragons


In that place where the Earth meets the sky
Where magic reigns with myth
There dwell, yet still, great dragons that fly
Blue unicorn and gryph...

Fantastical creatures cloaked in time
An epic testament
Where the Zepher lifts the fae--sublime
No longer reticent--

Beware! The splenetic Nebulous
Who guards the minutes there
Her exquisite mass is ravenous--
No jot or tittle fare!

Do some planning should you gallivant...
The fae will help you see,
Lilly, Lilac, Aster,Skull--enchant
With such simplicity!

By the Willow Bliss of Yesterday
You just may want to quit...
But don't let your vigor ricochet
Cherish your kismet!

Delight the dragon and get a wish
Show some humility
But watch your heart--his favorite dish--
Your liability!

There be dragons in the twilight of day
Timeless and roaming free...
Seek an oasis wherever you may
And most aggressively!

deborah burch©
4/13/2012


Details | Free verse | |

don't touch me

deal with it

i will not let my emotions
be monitored

this is me

if you do not like the 
fire 
stay away

i am me

so why not enjoy

if it were left up to me
society would be ignored

i would fly to you in my
widows' weeds with hand-
fulls of forget me nots

i would wear a purple veil
to obscure the depth of 
my sorrow

or not

i would hook you 
in the eyes and say

hi.  why me flatly

with nuance
i would move myself 
into your space
and waste us both
without dignity

i would use your arms
around me to grieve

if , only if, it were
left up to me


Details | Free verse | |

One More Try

" ONE MORE TIME "

Stale and innocent I close my eyes.
Unpolished bones inside.
I mock my dreams, in hope I find reality.
I swim like streamers near an undying sea. 

STALE ............
INNOCENT against a stetson smell.
I CLOSE the door that circulates my emotions.
MY EYES, allergic to the the smallest particles of your  lies.
UNPOLISHED beauty, that can't be seen with the naked eye.
BONES INSIDE shiver like no other.
I MOCK the same words, over and over. ((I LOVE YOU))
MY DREAMS keep me from fading. 
IN HOPES I wake up to feel more alive.
I FIND REALITY when I close my eyes.
I SWIM LIKE the open sunrise.
LIKE, the moon you come and go.
STREAMERS NEAR and far, move real slow.
AN UNDYING SEA, I just want to fall and jump right back in.

BY;PD



Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Merry Band Of Adventurers Part 1 of 2

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2


Details | Epic | |

The Whisper

As I sat at my computer, wondering what to do,
A whisper in my ear said, I have a job for you.
Startled I looked around but no-one was there,
I was alone in the still of the night.

I recalled my wife told me of Samuel, 
A prophet back in biblical times,
I felt foolish, knowing what I had to do,
I was alone and simply said, God, is that you?

I am who I am the whisper came back, 
And I have a job for you
I have looked at your life through your veil of tears,
And have decided just what to do.

Are you God? I asked, hardly daring to breathe,
If so then I've something to say.
Why has my life been so hard to live? 
I've struggled right up to this day.

I've been kicked and beaten, left battered and bruised,
Laughed at, spat at, abused and accused.
Each time I have tried to better myself all these years,
It's ended in sorrow, no laughter, just tears.

God, have you seen my distress from the start?
Why didn't you help stop a breaking heart?
I love you much and have never left you alone,
Through your trials and pain I see you have grown.

I have watched and waited for many years,
I have carried you long through your veil of tears,
The strength you have now is through My love,
Protected and guided by Me up above.

Remember the times when life looked so bleak,
Times when death was all you would seek.
No signs for the future, just lay down and die,
Who helped you My son? It was I.

You have asked many times why can't we move on?
Each time we were stopped, to help out someone.
Just when we thought it was safe now to try,
Someone else came along and on us did rely.

There are many I love and will never let down,
So I trained you My son through your years of despair.
When folk needed help, I knew you were there,
Sometimes just a shoulder to show that you care.

You have done many things, the world cares not a jot,
Your faults are forgiven, I remember them not.
When you work for the Lord sometimes you may stumble,
I will not let you fall if you remain humble.

Thank you Father for letting me see,
The wonderful life you have planned for me,
The journey is long, and hard every day,
But through it all I have learned how  to pray.

I'll follow You Lord, Your path I will tread,
My future secure, no longer I dread.
No fear for tomorrow, each brand new day,
To help someone else to move on their way.

© Dave Timperley 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Heavens Rose

Beholding this heuristic flower which grows....

Astonishment amid the midst of the deserts dust

Isolations guise so shunned, this beauty it seems

Emitting an emollient fragrance as such

A nardostachys jatamansi ~

This healing and soothing ointment as rains

Loving cup, of sanctities moments such placid waters

Now rising from the parched soils of once barrenness

As a mastic mist of laudatories measures

Blanket it, with flourishings of precious dew

An inflorescent jasmine

Metamorphing into a prismatic rose

Before these melodious stones which smile....

As they gaze upon this magnificent splendour

Within a world wherein some still question as to how 

Could this ever be?

This renewing of such trodden petals; rousing

And once crushed by the very hands

Which now stand within bewildered wonderment

As they blink their sting rayed eyes....How?

These second chances of a new born life

The Resurrection, of a once lost soul....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Heavens Rose ~





Note: Smile ~ This is not an attack upon anyone but
"A Song of Hope & Faith!?" ~ "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~


Details | Epic | |

Generations

Denial is a can of peas
whose contents
should never be indulged
beyond the expiration date.
Yet there I stood, 
evidence screaming reality
at my eyes, their gaze steadfast
upon the wailing baby girl 
before me in her bassinet.
My mind then confidently knew
that what lay there
could have never come
from briefest self-indulgence.
Still, my heart wouldn't listen—
And rightly so.

I turned and faced
a solitary window,
which framed a cold and gray
November day
that froze as well
the unrecorded moment.
Though soft upon my parted lips
came unbidden words:
“I love you, dearest child”—
knowing all that was yet to be,
for here lay an open book
in which life would write about
a young girl’s timeless, playful mirth,
but also test her brazen dreams
and tireless hopes alike.
	
On life’s other end,
my mother wearies
of her endless days
and puzzles
over life prolonged well past
these ninety-seven years—
asking with familiar eyes,
undimmed by age,
the reason why,
which none can answer,
and which none tries,
and silence reigns.
Then, soon enough
both memories and questions fade,
their cycles now complete.

Mark B. Peterson, Any Poem/Any Form, December 26, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

A RAINY DAY

By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | Rhyme | |

The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©


Details | Kyrielle | |

Dr Rams Words Are Better Than Gold

 
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt
a pondering notion of wisdom is felt 
I take a sip of his lovely red wine,  
Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine
 
susurrus hymns of love at times
or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines 
silently I sit as his words come to life,
Dr. Rams words are better than gold...........simply divine

o' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside
his heritage, his love, his grand design
I fall in dream into his domain of time,
Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine

a song of one soul
a dance for all, profound 
a story unraveling with pages alive
Dr. Rams words are better than gold.......... simply divine


Details | ABC | |

Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



Details | Rhyme | |

To Lie Awake In Doubt

I muse a song that songs have known,
and often of it sing
what of waste? what of want?
and of desired things,
I tell a tale no man has known,
and every man same
in the blood of human life
all hearts, they beat the same
speak of drear and weary thought
and rise thee from thy grave
oh the things we poets lost--
so often short of change

ah, the signs that hold us so
bound, we are, to fate
myth we cannot seem to grasp
held to that we state
legend--how it holds us so
even as the moon
we, the sea of hope and dream
pulled away too soon...
and the shore, so very close
each time, we stake our lot
we fall as once upon a dream
so short of this we sought
but once again, our eyes, so still
bereft of light, remain
and seeing there the cliffs again
a seabound soul, we gain
to toss and turn a-thousand nights
to lie awake in doubt
to hope beyond a weathered shade
of days, we drift about





Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Sestina | |

The Maid, the Magpie and the Mirror

Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.

Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.

The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.

The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.

Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.

The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.

The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.





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Carbon Monoxide -CO- Week 3: Talkin' 'bout My 'noxide

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity. 
I wonder:
Did I give into 
my humanity?
did I'd err?
Is that
smoke in the air?


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


Details | Epic | |

Crying Hosanna

Americans love the day of Easter for all its pageantry
the Sunday outfits, the fancy hats and the chocolate candy
but Christians love Easter for what it truly represents
it's the Resurrection day of Jesus the Christ our salvation present
it's a time to reap the benefits for the victory we won
when high on a cross at Mt. Calvary a sacrifice was done

yet many forget the significance of the Sunday of the Palms
when on an untamed colt Jesus the Christ rode in on
humbly riding on the back of a service domestic beast
He came to serve, support and sacrifice for the least
God had need of that donkey at that appointed hour
like He has need of each of us to be the manifestation of His power
God will use anything when it comes to achieving His goals
be it a person, place or thing it's He who is in control

to serve God's purpose that is our true mission in life
to do whatever He requires of us in the name of  Jesus the Christ
but more often than not we're tied up with earthly things
but God will find the means to cut away those binding strings
God will send something or someone to help you break free
just have the spirit of discernment that it's not coming from the Adversary

now those who witnessed Jesus' triumphant display
laid clothing and leaves of palm on the ground to pave His way
crying Hosanna to the highest blessed is He
the Son of Man who came to give us life abundantly
stripping off their mantles and cloaks of society
laying bare their faith for all the world to see
trusting and receiving
in the Messiah they're believing 
crying Hosanna, Hosanna blessed is He
the Prince of Peace who came to serve and save you and me




Details | Epic | |

All we need a pot in one piece

All we need a leader 
Guide us become one of us
Make us sincere against any killing
Protects our family to live our destiny
All we need a world leader one of us making in one piece

Making it boiling it
 Be part of it
 In taming is music to our ears
 Every morning sliding our badges
 Making our leaving gone in sinful slips

 Only hope rests pray our best
 Every morning sinking reality 
 Surge become more innovative
 Making us in a pot all sincere 

 All we need a commitment in changing rules
 Where money plays reigns in market
 To adapt them after turns our sake
 It may be time to think learn to leave as one piece


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Pursuit

A clement breeze brushing over skin,
A salty scent breathed deep.
Eyes closed, waves heard below,
A muffled crashing,
A cool, gentle spray.
Eyes open, ebony ocean,
Stippled with touches of moonlight.
Rushing air caressing fingers,
Higher above the water.

A million grains of sand shifting under foot.

Still.


Details | Free verse | |

For What's Worth Breathing


Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

for you, for me,
and for what’s worth breathing


Details | Blank verse | |

LITTLE CAT

Silent  In a cage,
No blanket for a bed
The little kitten 
Laid  by its food

The lights in the building
Lit up above the cage
The  sweet  little Cat
Asleep and alone

A man quietly came in 
The poor little kitty woke
The man approached and
The kitten spoke

The man held the kitten
And the kitten was happy
The man said, I want this 
One and he waited 

The people behind the counter
After a delay said no
The man left broken hearted
And the little cat sadly stayed

Will that little critter ever
Have a happy home
Or will it have to
sleep forever?


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


Details | Narrative | |

DESTINED FOR GREATNESS

for such a time as this of political upheaval and economic uncertainty
how does anyone go about determining what is their God-given destiny?
what is our purpose in the grand scheme of God's desires?
what is it from us that the Lord Our God requires?

God gave each of us life for a reason
and will call upon each of us in due season
there will be some sacrificing and moving out of comfort zones
just remember that whatever God asks of you, you won't have to do it alone
for the battle is not just yours it also belongs to the Lord
and God won't let you write a check that you cannot afford

God will move you to a place and then give you an obstacle to overcome
but through Jesus you have the victory so consider the battle won
just trust in God to give you all that you will need
so that His set purpose for your life will come to seed

like Queen Esther, Harriet Tubman, Margaret Sanger and Rosa Parks
women destined for greatness who were beacons in society's dark
they did what was necessary for the greater good
to put the needs of others before their own as we all should
they stood up and confronted the so-called powers that be
in righteous indignation in order to save humanity

so let God position you where you'll prosper and be strong
and then use you as a vessel to make right a wrong
it might not make much sense to you and you might even disagree
but God knows what's best when it comes to determining your destiny

so just say yes to any and all that of you God does ask
and believe unconditionally that He'll equip you for the task
and as long as you remain resilient in your resolve
between you and God the situation will get solved

destined for greatness as mothers, mentors, lawyers or teachers
destined for greatness as activists, doctors, scientists or preachers
it matters not the capacity nor the career for you that God did choose
we're women destined for greatness and as children of God we cannot lose


Details | ABC | |

Through Soldiers' Eyes

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

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

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

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


Details | Bio | |

Take'em Away

The broken promises and shattered dreams take'em away.The pent up 
memories the restless nights take'em away.This broken heart and uneven 
thoughts take'em away. Each hectic day and every bit of anger and dismay 
take'em away. The worries and indecision the uncertainties that haunt me
take'em away. The torment and shame the hard times in vain take'em away.
The disdain and fear the fake smiles and constant screams take'em away. 
Comfort and peace are the only feelings I want to stay.


Details | Epic | |

I Hear You

I can only hear what you tell me...
That is all I can believe...
I'm sorry I have portrayed these thoughts in your head...
I didn't mean to...
But understand me... 
I went out on tree limb...
And fell....
I was falling...
And I hit the ground on the Westside.,,
The way I felt... 
The rocks cut me deep...
I swore to myself I would never try to climb another tree...
But you made me feel different...
And when the wind blew I fell...
As I fell I heard your voice...
Not Red's voice....
Yours...
Come to think about it I still hear it...
But we good.
I said I was hear for you and I meant it...
Don't give up on me yet....
Cause I Hear You....



Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank 
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished 


Me, Myself, and I...


“There are things that concern us,”
		Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”

“And after careful deliberation
		It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”


“Fact is your intuition
		Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”

“So you leave us no recourse
		Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired


I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”

“And with much technique and time
		And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”


“So to keep yourself from having a fit
		Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”

“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
		Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul


You know, fact is I do feel off axis
		As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen

And with my mind feeling numb
		I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin


And then came questions in a flurry
		Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give

They pushed and they prodded
		With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve


And all this psycho-analysis
		Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please

“Yes, oh yes indeed
		I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 2)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the 
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain 
diminished.


Me, Myself, and I... (continued)


“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
		And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”

Then “I” had an idea so grand
		To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis


So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
		With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run

With fingers fiercely fumbling
		Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun


And now my life, though ill-fated
		Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same

Would be no myself or me
		No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame


It took me a moment to figure
		Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed

Then the barrel found my temple
		And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed


Hence a moment of clarity 
		Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind

“Can’t we all find a way
		To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”


And then deep within my soul
		I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided

And with my mind now as one
		I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided


And tis now true of fact
		That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
 
And here now as it ends
		I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”


Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts 
or comments here on this page. 

J. Scott Burns...


Details | Free verse | |

NOW I UNLEASH WITH RUM RAGE

You see I had lots of respect

NOW you are begging for attention 
and a reality check, so try me,
Try me like satan tried jesus,

Your trying to unleash all that steam 
but you only sound like a tea kettle, 
you claim to be the rock of Gibraltar 
but your only a pebble, 

didn't your mother tell you not to play with fire, 
now I must burn you for pulling this dragons tale ,
no one wants to hear your fairy tale, its very frail, 
you can speak and speak until your face is pale 
but flattering your self with your words is of no avail. 

Keep checking your mail because karma is on it way,
I hope you can eat all that is on your tray, and when you 
stuffed with your own hatred ,I hope you get on you knees
and pray, not every thing in life can go your way,

didn't history teach you that 
dictating,
manipulating,
belittling,
lack of peace making,
heart breaking,
lack of loyalty,
unjust, 
disrespect,
neglect,
self indulgence 
hatred
lies
and bias
is not the way, 
well I am going to teach you today 

Adolf hitler ,
Maximilion,
Malcom x,
Martin luther king,
Rosa parks,
Allen Ginsberg,
Jesus Christ,
the little rock nine,
Mahatma Gandhi,
Fredrick Douglas,
Harriet Tubman,
Rodney King,
Elie Wiesel, 
Sean Bell,

DOES any of this ring a BELL,
or your self you continue to smell,
are you still under the devils spell,
how DARE  you be unjust,
teaching a child like you is a must. 
Your whole approach and appearance is stale,
but HEY 
I guess you don't see that 
because a donkey can't see its tail.


Details | Concrete | |

A Written Soldiers Fight

A supreme soldier walks truly alone in the depths of night
he is soft spoken from a life of being so hard that he was stoned until his eyes filled red bloodshot in his sight
he notices what he once thought to be? Was wrong and very far from right
So he asks God for forgiveness from his very own darkness that it may to like his Redemption be shone upon his lost light
He knows its no longer about the bullets in this battle for it is the words in his very own Mind that will matter most in this life among death upon a written soldier's fight.....


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


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The Destruction of Mankind

The Destruction of Mankind!

Throughout the Bible’s history, you’ll find…
The wickedness and destruction
 of mankind!

There were kingdoms that have come and gone!
They took pride, and thought
 they were strong!

No matter how strong men make think they may be…
Everyone needs to make plans for their eternity!

There’s many things that people have enjoyed…
But. there’s coming a day when it’ll all be destroyed!

The Bible says that we all have failed and sinned!
What a terrible mess that we find ourselves in!

Our answer and only hope is with Jesus today!
Only he can wash the darkness and sin away!

Only he can bring a completeness to our soul!
And can bring all we need to make us whole!

May God’s Holy Spirit reach out and convict us!
That we all may know,
 only God can help us!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





Details | Free verse | |

Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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 | Couplet | |

The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


Details | Cowboy | |

Cowboys and Indians

He pulls his hat down low against the chill of the storm,
The numb fingers that hold the reins forgot what it was like to be warm;

     On a grassy knoll silhouetted against the rising sun, 
     Astride his pinto pony sits a Native American son; 

The blowing snow and freezing rain steal his breath away,
But he knows that being a cowboy, it’s worth the price that you pay;

     A majestic, bronzed brave, feathers wafting in the breeze, 
     With arms uplifted in obeisance, the Great Spirit to appease! 

A worn out calf is stretched across his lap on either side,
Her head resting on his thigh just going along for the ride;

     He offers thanks to Him for the grandeur of creation, 
     And for the sun and moon from which he gathers inspiration;

Her momma just like him had been caught out in the gale,
It’s just another story to add to the cowboy’s tale;

     He asks the Great Spirit to bless his arrow and bow, 
     That with true aim he can fell life-sustaining buffalo;

His face is hard and beaten from too many days in the sun,
From early mornings and late nights workin’ til a job is done;

     A tear rolls down his cheek thinking of his ravaged, sacred land, 
     The broken treaties and those who dealt with deceitful hand; 

But being a working cowboy surely has its rewards,
Riding forgotten country that has never been explored.

     With a sad heart he lowers his arms and slowly turns away, 
     Determined that from the paths of his fathers he will not stray. 

By Tirzah Conway and Bob Hinshaw

The cowboy portion was written by Tirzah Conway and the Indian portion was written by Bob Hinshaw
   
     




Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/6/2013-


Details | Ballad | |

The Forgotten Ones

Forgotten somewhere in the midst of steel and concrete. 
Bound by shackles and chains even in our sleep. 
Living like wolves preying amongst lost sheep. 
Concrete tears and pains so mindfully deep. 

Forgotten by those on the outside. 
We cant even run no where, we cant even hide. 
No choice left but to sit and fight. 
In here only the strong minded survive. 
Truth be told in here what is wrong is right. 

All most os us got is wasted M&^*&F*^&&ng time. 
We sit back and work out and write heartfelt rhymes. 
Not to be a victim of prey we all trying. 
Many stories are told, songs are written of truth over lying. 

We are gone for the moment but not truly forgotten so the hurt we must not show it.
 We are to old while we young to be crying in front of full grown men for this is a time we must out grow it.
 There aint no way out this hell hole and we all know it. 
Feelings of hopelessness surrounds te heart to the point where we can no longer control it.
 
In here there is only time no fun. 
Darkness fills night no light shone in here from the sun. 
Only by our own selves we may be out done. 
BECAUSE IN HERE IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE TRULY THE FORGOTTEN ONES....


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 | Pastoral | |

Why Do We Await




      --------

Today, everybody is waiting
           For something..
But, on what is it..
     That one..
Shall be waiting
        - Fore -
If One' should be in await
        And await anything
Then one should wait
      On the same-thing
And that is the
           Lord all mighty
And the definition of
     His whole meaning
               - Fore -
             It is...
In Christ that we must pray...

               GF


Details | Sonnet | |

Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!


Details | Haiku | |

Dancing Angels

Angels in heaven
Dancing on a small puddle
Always stay afloat


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 | Free verse | |

MOTHER AND DAUGHTER UNITED

Come hither my daughter nay,
Rest your weary brow.
Let thou' est tears flow freely,
Between hearts companions.
Strong shoulders balance shifting, 
Weight.
Beliefs trust in one anther, 
Equalizing the scale.
Emotions roller coaster,
Youths growing pains pass
Swiftly.
Rest at ease, within homes
Sheltering heaven.
Outside forces that seem 
To crowed you in are repelled.  
Safe harbor lies ahead follow,
Instincts guiding light.
Be not worried a calming,
Embrace awaits.
Maturities age lends worthy,
Advise, 
To open ears learning wisdom's,
Lessons.
Solutions gratitude heals,
Generations rifts, 
Building strong future,
Foundations.
Graceful dancer step lightly, 
Across Life's stage,
Let destinies winds turn,
Every page.
But always remember mother, 
Remains constantly near,
To challenge, protect that,
Which s most dear.

BY: CHERYL ANN DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

Doors

Il vaut mieux- as there was nothing.
None knocks at the door, as I don’t knock more
A horse doer, escaping from the stable
I penetrate a place then dropping from the window
Humming – hawing,
Rushing,
Sighing,
-In a far bench
I count the stumbling words, trailing the weakened tongue

Il vaut mieux- as there will be everything.
I come looking for incision to run away
The scattered papers, I let go
Trying another iron or wooden door
I’m crazy about wall’s hole
Joyful,
Sorrowful,
Lustful,
Our relation is like railway lines
We meet underneath the pressure of changing the course.


Details | Lyric | |

Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



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 | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.




















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.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

OUR GOD IS ABLE

our God is able to provide all of our needs
for it was in us that He planted His very seed
no matter what's happening in life no matter how hard are the days
God is able to keep us uplifted as we journey on our way
in the midst of the storms in the midst of moments of despair
give God all the glory that you are even still here

during August 2011 we went through a lot of stuff
an earthquake, a hurricane and then flooding water enough is enough!
many called on the name of God and many cried out for Christ
but why when everything is going good God's not a part of their lives?
what many fail to grasp is that God is always here
and we need to talk to Him daily not only in times of despair

for our God is able to keep food on our tables
our God is able to keep us upright 
to maintain and sustain us through each day and night
and if you woke up this morning give God all the praise
and if you have a job in this recession let your hands to Him be raised
and if your children are doing just great 
go and worship Him in any house of faith
God is able to maintain all that you've acquired
and give Him the thanks for fulfilling your desires
just don't think that this world is all about you
for it was by the grace of God that you pulled through
and if you're blessed with a pension of a 401K
give God the thanks that it came your way

our God is able to keep us from falling down
as our faith in Him keeps us on higher ground
so grab on to the hand of God let His glory manifest in you
stay in the presence of God and follow the path designed for you
and when your money gets funny and your change becomes strange
let the blessings of the Lord get your finances rearranged
and when it comes to finding that soul mate in life
let the God who is able send you a child of Christ
bow down to His wisdom, bow down to His authority
as you allow His glory and majesty to come unto thee

our God is able to keep us from going astray
so in life it is unto Him that we should pray





Details | Free verse | |

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…


Details | Didactic | |

Epic Evocations -


There are circumstances in life
that frighten people from finding new thresholds
as the random footstep trepidates the mellow rabbit,

the immense,monumental,momentous achievements of our lives
oft commence with common & innocuous prevails
over mild and trite tribulations,
impulsions,risks,spontenieaties
are the instruments of the gallant,
the anxiety of the meek,and the ruin of the impetuous,
as discretion is the anvil of Justice,

the sage & accomplished do not seek out the epic
because they are well tempered like the hammer of Justice,
the courageously wise kiss the epic twist,
the tough,tenacious & triumphant need the epic
like stars require the dark for shine,
a castle without seige is just a large lonely home,
epic provides aspirations,

epic emotions, epic companionships, epic animosities
throw us into pits of of peril and the satisfaction of survival,
inspiration,creation are Godsends not habbit,
epic pain, epic joy, epic heartache & hardship, epic strength
are the fruits of the lightning struck tree,
let the crows,and eagles rest on thee, golden habitat,
adore epic dreams, epic fidelity, epic failure and epic resuscitations,
heed the sqwuak of the shy scavangers
who mock,jeer & hide from epic presentations,
let your Soul require epic strain,stress and salvation,
without Epic there is only starving eagerness for existence
which will grind spirit upon stone of pumice -

J.A.B.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



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


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Ballad | |

Voice in the Night

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Healing words
Made from
Angel heart

Oh, her chocolate whisper
Warm convincing breeze
Oh, her breathy laughter
In the shadow of my need 

Don’t you hear the voice?
Save  you from despair
Don’t you hear the voice?
Sent by ghosts who care

Don’t you hear the voice?
Rises like a prayer
Come to rescue you
From your earthly snare

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope 
Kissed my tears away

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Now I dance
To a magic serenade

Don’t you hear the voice?
Memories of home
Don’t you hear the voice?
Pretty as a poem

Don’t you hear the voice?
Vivifies your soul
Bathes you in a pool 
Love you’ve never known

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller,
Take me, take me
To your bed

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller
Raise me, raise me
From the dead

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Details | I do not know? | |

"A Christmas Card!"

Unwrapping this lovely box of once colourful and bright?!

So meticulously adorned; sculpted, throughout the ages of time

Only to find, hollow and empty, its promising dreams inside....

The grand fiasco of fantasias moments presented

This self-fulfilling delusion, standing before their eyes!?

Looking for love in all the wrong places; hopeless brides

These ribbons and bows dipped in, tomorrows, crimsons ties

Goddesses and gods, running out of tinsels glittering tides....

Genus trees; and all, was not what it seemed?!

To bleed these tears; the final chapters greatest of regrets

When one finds, the light beyond the mirage; a verse realized

No Santas; no reindeers; no toys and no smiles; just, goodbyes

Love, as empty as the ocean now; this box, once so bright!?

Eternals gift, of hate, doubt and spite; the wrappings of

Such falling....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"A Christmas Card" ~






Note: Smile ~ "Its 'A Beautiful Day'" ~ "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~









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CUPID

CUPID/EROS 


Oh! Erato, 
Muse of poetry of love
Inspire me today
I supplicate you for 
I aspire for HIM to write 
HIM: CUPID, the son of Venus
Goddess of beauty, and of Mercury, 
The cunning messenger 
Of Gods

Guide my pen, Oh, Muse,
I implore you, a hymn for 
HIM to write
A worthy hymn 
For this sweet winged-tyrant of 
Mortals’ hearts,
This merciless despot of 
Mankind

The looks of his mother taken and
The shrewdness of his father
Irresistible for ever 
Has remained and
Easily into our souls 
Uninvited infiltrates, paralyzing
Every resistance of
Ours

Then unopposed
He marches on:
Conquering every heart,
Subjugating every will,
Dominating every mind and
Becoming the absolute master
Of our being

No armies are able to resist 
His charms   
No troops are willing to make a 
Stand against him
Instead they are:
Readier to embrace the shadow of death
Than to live under the Sun of the living

Readier to be defeated by Cupid’s sweet arrows
Than to be victorious  

Readier to exist in shameful infamy 
Than to claim fame eternal 

Easy for me is now
To comprehend
Divine, Homer, 
Who describes you, CUPID,  as
 “Invincible in battle.” 

Yes, YOU are INVINCIBLE,
Indeed!
For no mortal, no matter how
Powerful, 
Be he a king or a simple soldier,
Is willing to take arms
Against you in the battlefield 
Of love
But he eagerly his soul
Trades for 
Just a probable morsel of 
Happiness, 
A dim hope of love eternal 
And thus, 
Without giving a single blow,
CAPITULATES!


©Demetrios Trifiatis
    2 January 2013



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Rainforest floor

From the sky it falls
As do many others
Where will it land?
Only calculated formulas can tell

As it is suspended
And hurled down
It is confined and alone
Not bound to another

Some will land in an ocean
Others lakes, ponds, creeks, puddles
Even into earth beneath the trees
Left to find another source similar

A journey short for some
And tedious and suffocating for others
To be hurled into acceptance
Or to travel until it is found

When we splatter from above
And bind with another
What will you wish fo
An ocean of options
Or a rainforest floor


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Remember

  The time is coming,

when the world will fall.

  To see it unfold,

our words to recall.

  If you are his people,

you know in your heart.

  To overcome this end,

is ours to impart.

  So many will say,

the end is not near.

  But will they believe,

or just shed a tear.

  His grace is our life,

so many are lost.

  For we are to tell,

of forgiveness and cost.

  So when you see,

our world full of doom,

  Remember his words,

for its end will consume.





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A shred of hope

A shred of hope.

Zeus gave her epithimis.
She was the first woman and she had a box that she could not open,
but one day she could not keep up and opened the lid.

All the world's disease was spread over the earth, illness, old age, suffering.
Pandora got scared and closed the lid, Fortunately.
Because the box was not empty, a valuable thing left in the bottom.

Hope.

That's why people, even when they are exposed to a lot of suffering,
always left a shred of hope.


Do not lose it. Not as long as you live.


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Umid

Umidin topragi  sevgi
Ofkem olsa  gozyasi
Tufan  olsa sondurse
Bitmeyen yanginini anilarin

Umidim sevginin atesi
Hikayesi anlatmakla  bitmez
Uyanirim kaygilanirima
Duslerim seni her gece 

Korkmadan yilmadan
Dusunurum yolunu
Duydukca adini uzaktan
Aglar yanarim her gece

Dalgalar ve ruzgarlar 
Ve bitmeyen yagmurlar
Yine kosarim umide
Nefesim aglatir beni
Dogarim yeniden umide

Umidin hayalinde sensiz
Yasarim gunahlarimi
Sesizligin olumunde
Sensiz her gece 

Kul olan agacim yeserse


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Thoughts of You

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

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

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


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Don't Try It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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With all good well wish for all

With all good well wishes 
Bright young man  
The youngest child in family
Fly its soul to whole world
His peace his laughter his thoughts
God it is fair taking lives of children
We fail yet monsters kill our children
How overcome to genetic disorder
How overcome to weapons kill our children
Hope in science and  families return  their weapons


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Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


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Souls of Men

If I should fly 
this Earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure, 
to the faucet's broken seam,
that leaks my mind to other worlds,
and begs my soul to dream.

I dream I fish for souls of men,
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship is coming on the tide,
I pray this vessel be my last.
The souls of men shall be my treasure,
of wich I'd fill the cargo hull,
for nothing fills my heart with pleasure
 like fishing for men's souls.

On and on and on I fish,
while the dripping cuts the seam, 
that leaks my mind to other dimensions,
beyond Crystal City's broken dreams.

So, if I fly this world tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure,
to the faucet's broken seam, 
to heal the souls tied to this world,
and free my soul that beams.

Bigger fish I'm pleased with,
but it's the smaller ones I rue.
The schools of the smaller ones 
my nets keep passing through.
Finer nets I need I'll need,
 times no cost to me it's true.
Finer nets will catch more souls,
God rest my weary crew.

On, and on, and on I fish,
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship is sailing with the tide,
I pray this vessel be my last.

So, if I fly this Earth tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of the rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my mind will see the future,
in the blinking of an eye,
when I've gathered all the lost souls,
before they even die.

Glorious rays of sun shine down.
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship's a coming on the tide,
a rainbow high above the mast.

So, if I fly this world tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure,
to the faucets dripping seam,
and open up other dimensions,
and free my soul that beams.


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Haikus About God: IV

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


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A Battle Of Resistance, Will And Compromise

Here I am, standing all alone feeling so isolated, depressed and lonely. The serenity around me is void of Life and Hope and vacuum occupied both sides of me. All these condemned me to the feeling of uncertainty. I just walked on without making a decision, and what I see in front is different from my behind like two distinct worlds but having one motive one rejecting me and the other embracing me by all means. The one in front was totally enveloped by total darkness and I was so blind to the point I cannot see myself. All I felt was doom and extinction and this feeling grew stronger the more I stare. Full of fear I turned back to the other world. The elements of Nature were in weird exhibition. The Dark-red Sun, emitting melting fire, and space coloured in a Purple-Orange mixture. Brown Rocks gushed out Silvery water, Large and bottomless Pot Holes as wide as Nations existed and filled the Earth as though the aftermath of the end of age. Different questions and scenarios flooded my mind my complex feelings, combined by all negatives, helplessness and hopelessness already weighing me down and worst of all guilt was making me want to explode. I focused more, down one hole and was raged on a girl been raped, felt intense shame as Divorced Parents neglected their innocent Kids sympathy overtook my being as children die of Poverty. Not taking this anymore, I searched for a better alternative. The second Pit showed no sign of peace, I felt humiliated at the killings and wars, the slavery to Drinking disgusted me, the sexual adventure with Animals insulted me and the rampant dirty Politics embarrassed me. Of course! This is also not a place to be. My mind is now made up to turn back to darkness as I did, an endless Bridge appeared. I walked through it with ease and Pleasure and a force behind me ensured I never turned back. With my destination unknown, I resisted strongly, then I realized the Bridge was closing up from behind. This definitely indicates a Journey never to return and seems to be the road to my slaughter. With my maximum resistant force, I ran back and just at the end point of its closure, I jumped swiftly with my eyes closing in reflex. Opening it, I found myself lying in a Room, very weak and in white clothing surrounded by heavy electronic gadgets and disturbed by computerized simulated sounds. Even with a blurred sight, I tried to figure out where I am then I noticed a woman in white as she screams "She is alive!"


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' More Than Any Of Us ... '

Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar
Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar
Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored     ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 )
Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord

Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured
Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured
Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred
Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord

The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp
The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More

The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar
The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander
The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor
The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power

The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable
The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable
The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible
The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable

Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board !
Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord !
Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard !
Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword !

(He’s Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!)

So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral
Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple
Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol
Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol

The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can’t Afford
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored
It’s All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord

Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar                             ( Rev. 13: 11-15 )
Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors
Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core
The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War       ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) 

(Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born)

    GOD … Please Grant Us:
     The Courage Of Jesus
     The Strength Of Jesus
       The Loyalty Of Jesus
        The Love Of Jesus

          The King Of Kings               ( Rev. 19: 16 )
         The Prince Of Peace             ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 )
             & The Amen …                 ( 1 Cor. 1: 20  &  Rev. 3: 14 )
That’s Why … In The Name Of Jesus  ( Philippians 2: 9-11 )

                 Amen

            His  MoonBee


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


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The Illusion of Knowledge

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

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

Who would make that call?

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

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

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

We have been trained to accept;
Un-accept.

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

Why?

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

Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Long Way To Go

Introduction: Eyes can be deceiving...So don't give up with a snap because Its only the
beginning. Fight it, ease in your future and make it glow from the gray vicinity.



We exist in an age of shadow,
Shadows that we blindly follow
The moments when we feel so cold,
That is where we need to mold

There are many roads to take,
And judgments to make
No one’s going to make our choice,
It’s something we hold within our voice

At times the path seems to be a dead-end,
That’s the part where everything really extend
We still got a long way to go,
So, don’t stroll out and believe it’s the end


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The Uprooted Girl

Egypt is where she was once a tormented slave,
Many nights she was beaten into a cold grave,

She would lay for hours in the abyss,
Where she bled from her heart down to her wrist,

Tragically she’d question if there was more to life than this,
And if it was all over would she even be missed,

Then, One night after sobbing, with tears of her own blood,
While marinating her body in murky, soiled mud,

A delicate hand shielded with light,
Reached down and grabbed her with exceptional might,

A force that was brilliant dazzled this young girl,
As she opened her eyes she witnessed an incredible swirl,

That suddenly spiraled up into the gloomy night sky,
Leaving her questioning if what she saw was a lie,

She looked down at her wounds they were suddenly healed,
Then, found herself kneeling in a flourishing field,

"Plucked out of jail,"
She vibrantly hailed,

“Miracles are real
Love is all I can feel.”

By: Sabina Nicole


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JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing


Details | Romanticism | |

A Mile Away

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

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

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

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


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Keep Trying

 Im Building my own teepee made from straw Logz 
I try n keep up with my cats but how can I when I cant even trust my own dogz 
I know I have a hard tyme trying to get a simple regular low paying job 
but I shall overcome, I shall rise against all my past tattz and all my ****ing oddz
 I used to be down with the evil d, now Im down with the holy G yeah dats God 
I used to give you nothing Lord now its tyme I start to giving you nodz 
I used to be all about talk, but now cuz of you Lord Im all about walk 
I spit words while I walk through gates locked either bottom or top I still rize till I drop
 I dont stop I shoot guns at fake cops tryna steal my patnaz freedom socks 
but this my life now homie I cant end up lying in chalk 
I walk my talk while I talk my walk through unknown clocks ticking away like my times tock...
 
I running past bumps while Im jumping over dead pits 
I struggle like many, a life of addiction I know its hard to quit 
I just had my first kid....it still hard tryna rize above the past shyt i did....
 I done placed my rez life betz...I done already placed my lifetyme bid 
I cant lie I still smoke n drink but the alcohol from my life rite now like many I struggle to rid
 I try n cover up shyt but how can I cover up tattoos Lord they come without a lid
 everymorn it feels as if I awake to a life full of crap leaving me lil tyme to give a shyt
 but thats life Lord I know now thats how we deal n what we MAKE OF IT 


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Pieces

Like a puzzle, I am
scattered, lost in the world
and mixed around to where
I'm difficult to complete.
Easy to defeat, 
simple to beat,
all the deceit
and drowning in quicksand from
head to my feet.
Hearts racing,
my movements are now
slowly pacing,
I'm weak,
and weary.
The blood that bleeds,
the pain makes my eyes teary,
the enemy succeeds,
and the hurt continues to breed.
I crawl on my broken hands,
there is none that understands,
the wicked one and his demands.
The reign over my life is 
pushing me away from hope,
I pray, I pray and I pray.
A change I hope to see
one day, a morning I hope to
see soon and wake up to in every morning.
I'm burning with eagerness, I'm sparking up
a desire, and its my pieces that fall into the
fire. I'm dying, I am losing, but will not
give up without trying. I won't lose, a choice I choose,
a fool, but a man is how I will stand and
put an end to when the end is at hand.


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Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot


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Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


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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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Checkmate

His eyes can not register the disbelief, that his defenses were not at all a defense. The equation was 
too complex, nor could his brain fathom how stratigically his opponent manipulated him. He believed his 
plan to be flawless, every piece placed with intention to ensure his enemy could not advance. There 
had been no sign of threat, constructed no weakness, ignored the pawn as he began his brutal attack. 
Swiftly he dispersed his knights, galiently defending his honor, the two working as one. He attacked 
the outside with his bishops, eliminating the possibility of escape if his victom decided to run. He 
slaughtered his prey with no remorse, destroying any threat or position of power, be ruined by haste. 
Greedily his rook captured the queen, raping the last piece of defense, no only one move away from.... 
checkmate! His king fell and his eyes can register the disbelief, that his defenses were not at all a 
defense. Answering the riddle that confused him simply, " the plan he believed he designed, I had 
designed for him". Every piece he believed he captured was purposely sacrifieced to produce the 
illusion as real. What he thought to be only a game, was in truth my creation of a very lucid and deadly
 battlefield. Move by move he obliged my creation, knowing as you you would, accepting every 
oppertunity given to destroy everyone. And as his king falls, true and loyal stands the assasion, and he 
realizes his army was no match against a forgotten pawn.


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Somber Tears

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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I

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


Details | Didactic | |

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


Details | Romanticism | |

My Beautiful Penelope

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

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

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

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

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


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THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


Details | Epic | |

Unclear

I sit there, unaware,  of what might happen
As my foot begins a tappin'
I blink, and think, of the next step ahead
as I begin to lie down on my bed.
 
My dear, things seem so unclear
and everything seems a bit too hard to hear
Everything becomes anew, unclear of what to do
in this life I'm still going through.
 
I'm growing up so fast
that I even stored away my past
I clear my mind as I lie on my bed
and thoughts leaving me surely undead.
 
I'll awake the next morning, with an unsaid warning
knowing that my life isn't the same
I'm done with messin', I've learned my lesson
that life is not a game.
 
I'm done being unclear, finally able to hear
being a whole different me
Suddenlly knowing, that I'm growing
and accepting how it's gonna be.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Bio | |

Living for Something and Dying for Nothing

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


Details | Ballad | |

A Saga Awaits You

The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...

Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...

But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...

Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...

You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...

The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...

And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...

Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us... 

For selfish deeds trap us, 
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...

And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...

Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!

My Gull Wheels On!


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THE END GAME Part I



      Note: This is a game for all seasons'... The End Game



                                    ------

The Lords' Arch Angel stood
      At First Base 
           As the Angels'
       Took the Field
             ------
It was just after supper
The crowd's just have had
   Their ' LAST ' Meal
            ------
Jesus was at Short Stop
Usually He takes' the Field
      Where God had gave
       Gift's of everything
Fore this was Thy Will be done
       -------
As the Angles' sang
They suddenly took the field
Their was total silence
As the Angles' began
           To Kneel
Fore at hand was a Prayer
        This PRAYER
      I could really feel
      ------
As I Looked at Home PLATE
   I thought that it must
Have been a big mistake
   Fore all over the park
      I clearly saw that 
The 'PARK' was Dark
Yet, their was light
All over the PARK
       -------
Then I could hear the
 Sound of the HARPS'
      ------
      Then
      ------
I knew that it was for
        HEAVEN'S sake
     ------
This I could tell from the Glory
      And by the Holy LIGHT
The the LORD was with us
With all of His Glory 
        And MIGHT
      
     ******TO BE CONTINUED******

                       
                    Poet Author
                    Gary Fields


(KBS)
              







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My Notebook

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

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

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

But, you’re like no other . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

In the Kitchen of Good & Evil

Good & Evil sat down to dine,
one clear, midsummer’s eve.
They feasted and ate from their porcelain plates,
on vegetables, cream and roast beef.

Now Good & Evil were friends in a sense,
but often they quarreled and fought.
They would haze each other, and engage each other,
in topics both narrow and broad.

Evil laid claim; “I bask in the fame,
that man has so hastily given me.
He has pushed to the front all the bad he has done, 
and sated his bloodlust with misery!”

As soon as he said this, he got a text message,
from Boredom, who wanted to visit.
“Thanks to Boredom, I prosper; he is like a father,
he is popular, and I have missed him."

At this, there was heard a knock at the door,
Loneliness, desiring to be needed.
-Or perhaps Loneliness needed desiring,
but Evil happily received him.

Now Evil’s expression gave way to a smirk,
and he wiped his cold lips with a napkin.
“My dear Good, pray, what is your worth?
To be overlooked whenever you happen?

This world is a bore and empty without us,
it is obvious man has agreed.
And it should be noted, transcribed and quoted,
you cannot exist without me!”

Good took a swig of his fizzy beverage,
and said; “you don't cease to amaze me.
I’ll admit it is true that some look up to you,
but, my friend, I am strong and you’re lazy.

For, if you take time, I am sure you will find,
that every man can be great.
He’s survived this long because he is strong,
Love is hard, but what’s easy is Hate.

Therefore, in closing, I am thus proposing,
if man must choose his temperament.
Evil tidings will always be none worth reminding,
-but when there is Good, one remembers it.


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Times of Trouble Are Ahead

Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Cro-Magnon


The Cro-Magnon started to preach
the tribe was hanging from his lips;
coarse beastly voice emerged to breach
the lack of speech and concept grips.

He was the shaman of the clans;
in his night dream he visioned game;
the bison herds roam Tundra lands,
his grapheme sounds tried to exclaim.

His bony hands reached up to skies,
his beard was resined and throat clogged,
transmitted growling his advice
to minds that dithered scared and fogged.

"This is a message from the Gods"
his grumbles suffer to pronounce
his language is a growling calque,
he jumps up front, and starts to flounce.

The Cro-Magnon flounces and jumps
upon the crags transmits wisdom
his bony fists lift to aboves
and growls his calque to sky's freedom.

"This is a message from the Gods"
his agony repeats the words;
the message growls throughout the crags
echoes and scares rock snakes and birds.

"This is a message from the Gods"
the rumble of countless hoofs nears,
the earth shakes while he forebodes,
- his face-grimace in dirt and tears.

Beyond the crags the human stares,
huge are the gods with hoofs that thrum;
become the prey of hunters' snares,
that throw them down beating the drums.

The smiles reveal their broken teeth,
the Cro-Magnons ignite the fire,
and celebrate dancing beneath
the night's dark calls and growls of ire.

© G. V. 04-11-2013
(Iambic tetrameter)






Details | Rhyme | |

Invitation of Perception

Long live the night
For inevitable is the end
Swiftly shall it arrive
How unfortunate to begin

Retire to the domain
From which let birth
She is awaiting the arrival
With the last, comes the first

The fruit has ripened 
Yet leaves depart
Withhold the execution
Exiled is the heart

Withdraw from perception
Observe the absolute
Enter the shadowed realm
Disprove the truth

The shoreline is receding
Dwindling in its might
Compelled by which it has swallowed
Shallowing its height

The slope grows steeper
Yet the ground turns to air
The future holds the past
Yet nothing is there

Give not to temptation
The thirstful void
Cursed by the presence
Of which was destroyed


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Everytime I Look Around The Corner

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


Details | Bio | |

The Devils Advocate II




***********The Devil is Hipe'*********

      ------

I have said it before
And I will say it a again'
When it come's to Death
And Destruction
The Devil is alway's lending
A helping hand..

    ------
He sleeps' with the Heart
Of thy enemie....
He stir's the pot
He carries' their thoughts
            -Fore- 
He has a Handy
             Forget Me not
      ------
He can rip right threw
A family....
With-out even giving it
A second thought..
      ----
These are thing's that We
Should really share..
But, the fact of the matter is
That You never even knew
He was there..
     ----
Fore He is every where
Since the begining of time
If you search for the Truth
Then He is harder to find..
       -----
Their is such Evil
At His command
But, don't forget Jesus
He always' foil the plan
With just one simple
AMEN
And to this I say
            AMEN

              GF


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Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | I do not know? | |

{'A Swans Song"__ ~

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of Angels, and have not love....
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Resonating magnificent resplendencies of such rhapsodies  

Resonant, amid this glowing renaissance of their resurrection ~

Lost opaque dreams, awakening to find these vibrancies of colours

As if van Gogh himself had been summoned through this periscope of visions

Brilliant brushings within passions poured from ardent viles of rebirths

Castings of callings, transposed from atop this vestiges love laced canvas ~

Splashings, of spheres now captured, within a concerto's reprise....

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A Swans Song!?






Note: Smile ~ A repo from the Summer ~ A song of hope; "A Swans Song" ~
"All of Creation," by Mercy Me ~ "'Love' & Warmth, 'Always,'" John!:) ~




Details | Free verse | |

The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

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


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In My Life - There is a Rainbow after a Rainstorm

I’d do anything to erase your departure, leaving a troubled trace in my mind – face your fretful fate – there’s a rainbow after a rainstorm in the afterlife! I can’t wait till that nirvana-like Kingdom comes! No need to hesitate...but we do have to fait No need to be in anguish and let’s move forward – let’s open that gate to endless possibilities and seek a fresh state of mind – we’re on a clean slate and you and I can share our fantastic fate – follow me, mate! *chorus* I’m never bold & ambitious enough to say that you saved me from the death’s snare But, I must tell you someday, so that you’re aware That you are someone special in my heart – I can’t conceal the truth of what I feel for you deep inside In my life, in my life, I’m still stuck in the solitary cave In my life, in my life, I thought I wasn’t at all brave I was caved in by the cravings of my heart The darkness once ripped me apart But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad past Fear doesn’t exist here Get a grip on the rope of hope All anxieties are gone We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great, delight-illuminated dawn I’ll love you until my life is no more I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.12: *ending* Love has won my heart after you said your apologies to me for leaving me behind and I apologized to you about being unfaithful to you Affection grows in your heart – Love becomes serpentine in your keen, passion-whelmed heart from the start – talk that talk of optimistic pleasure… it’s your stunning work of art – you’re a priceless art! Our hearts were meant to be together in unity – They weren’t meant to bleed in tainted misery I believe you and I found Our happy ending above the ground Love, after all the tribulations and grieving processes we’ve been through, Mends all hearts and covers all sins and we’re being strengthened by hope – we’ve been accepted and included in His crew He whispers in our ears: “There’s a Rainbow after a Rainstorm…keep that in mind, my beloved children…” We take wing in the aqua-blue sky – he unleashed us from the lion’s den – love will not break my heart again!


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OUR HOPE

the riverbanks
Lies our treasures
Our hope and fears
Explored in exploitation
People hurting people

We thought  the europeans
Our only plights
We feared but hated them
In our innocent ignorance,
Of what we learnt at a glance
they battered  and stole our sleep
With guns

But years after they are  gone
Our lives has been worse 
and no one cares
How we fare
Because you don't hear us cry
Like it's in syria
Hmmm!
Yet worst things are done behind scenes.

Our moments of joy?
That we share with  the sky
When no one hears them
Playing kids on weekend days
Bombed into ripples
And sunday worshippers turned to ashes
For God to take control

Heaven must be full by now
With my black brothers
In plenty numbers  
Yet in our hearts
Lies the hope
As we we go close
To our hundreth year
Of self reign.


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Realm of Reality

Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The
journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the
time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best,
your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you
came to life to solve and to believe in.
Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him.




Right now I am, thinking what to write
Holding my pen, it’s almost midnight,
I’m truly out of words, to express my whole life,
It’s so absurd, cut all pain through a knife
And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul
I know that You know, what I am going through
And I’m not sure I believe, unless I really feel
But I know when You’re not there, so I pray to feel You near

Now I can see, what this life is about
Now I do know, I’m too lost without,
Diamond in the rough, that’s what I was
But now I’m reborn by the shower of Your bliss
I’d die to satisfy, I’d do everything I can,
No matter how tough, after all I’m a man
I won’t fall apart, You’re always in my heart
I’d swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend

This undying grace of Your creation,
Time and space, more than perfection
You’ve opened my eyes and showed me the truth
You’ve blessed peace to my soul; I know what’s my role
I see two key coins, one black and one white
And all I have to join, the one with your light
Life is as it is, we make it our own
Hard or easy, full or alone

Everything grows, as they all involve
With the rose you put down, to show us what’s love
I wake up early, to see Your beauty,
Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done,
I drive all the way and see my problems solved,
By Your love from above, I stand still so firm
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.


Details | Free verse | |

Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

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

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

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

-10/5/2013-


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EMMANUEL


EMMANUEL

Emmanuel, foretold by prophets long before He came
Emmanuel, His is the name above all names
He came down from His glory in Heaven
To save man from sin was the mission He was given

He was Born of a virgin in Bethlehem Town
On the night He was born, God's glory came down
His birth was heralded by angels on high
Who spoke of good will, their voices filled the sky

Shepherds left their flocks in the Judean hills alone
To see what an angel to them had made known
They found the Baby in a manger just as the angel said
They left glorifying God, and the Good News was widely spread

At twelve, he amazed the elders with questions yet unasked
He later told His parents He was doing His Father's task
At the age of thirty He began to preach, to teach, and heal the lame
He worked miracles, raised the dead, He gained tremendous fame

The religious leaders became enraged, His death they did decide
They convinced a Roman official that He should be crucified
Emmanuel, God with us, freely gave His life for me 
The day He died on Mount Calvary while nailed upon a tree

The third day He rose from the grave, to Heaven did ascend
  Seated at the right hand of God, He soon will come again
He'll take those home to glory who came to believe in Him
For those who are not ready, their future is gravely dim

Emmanuel, Lord and Savior, Good Shepherd and Messiah
Will judge mankind for Heaven or the lake of fire
Which place will be your destiny – choose wisely today
Welcome good and faithful servant you'll hear your Savior say

Emmanuel, Emmanuel, we praise You for Your Love
We worship You, and adore You Lord in Heaven above
Lord of Lords, Alpha and Omega, You are King of Kings
The saints will forever praise You and make Heaven's portals ring


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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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God's Discipline

God's criticism towards our life 
Is like a father-&-son relationship
-- he disciplines us well with peace


Details | Free verse | |

Gay Aliens

Gay Aliens


We are gay aliens
We come in peace

We traveled inconspicuously
to your world through intergalactic
pods or wombs

Our host who nurtured us
had the wisdom to know
that we were not like
other humans 

Our hosts protected us
in our infancy
and from the men
who thought
they fathered us

These same men were
the first of many
to hate and hurt us

They called us names
like faggot and sissy
butt-bangers

We the gay aliens
Who come in peace

Were confused
and hurt by their
rejection
but we still love them

We were falsely
accused of beguiling
drinking the blood 
and mutilating animals and children
to propagate our race

But that is not our mission
We come in peace

Some of us did 
not complete our
mission because
we prematurely
killed ourselves

Some of us did
not complete our
mission because
we internalize
the hate of the
world for us

We were drunken
from firewater
ingested too many small white pellets
screwed with no avail 

Because
We forgot
Who we were
And why we are here

We are the gay aliens
We are legions
Hidden among you

We are a gift to humanity
And we come in peace


Details | Epic | |

Awkward Government

This your government;
Souls are slain like cockroach
During your faithful regime.

Remember,
Before we put you in government
You spoke for peace and orderliness.
But it never came to pass.

Am so tired of your decades
Of calamity and devastation.
Speak your tenure;
Death upon death
Terror upon terror
Subsidy upon subsidy
Corruption upon corruption
Bad electricity upon bad electricity
Invainity upon invainity
Kidnapping upon kidnap
Education upon unemployment.

Government;
When shall these be evaporated
Is it when your blood are
Sacrifice for terror or what?
People are running for help
Helter-skelter, Government!!!
This your Government Is too 
Awkward to the nation.
Provide a solution please!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Eyeball on Fifty Something

Despite the wealth of creams applied Old Father Time won't be denied And as that watershed appears I can't complain at fifty years Though just one thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! The years drift by and eyes grow dim The fight to keep the body trim It really is a bitter pill They say from now it's all down hill You'll understand then when I say Just let me throw those specs away! Fountain of youth it runneth dry And sight recedeth in my eye No cup of bounty runneth over No wonder; I'm one more year older And still the thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! But wait, I think I've seen the light Illuminating, out of sight No more my hopes and dreams for nought There is a way if I can sort The thing for which I daily pray: To throw those blessed specs away! Tt's thanks to innovations new I'll soon be known as "Chic Cool Sue” I owe it all to new technology To change my world of Ophthamology So now with certainty I say Just throw those blessed specs away! Today's the day I must be mental Why didn't I opt for sentimental? A Chinese, or a shopping spree I might have missed ‘Buy Get one Free’ But always it was what I'd pray To throw those blessed specs away! What have I done, my friends were right I'm in a mess, I'm numb with fright I had a dream, ‘twas “ Handy Andy" Promising a job just dandy He said "Ill do it cheap today". I’ve changed my mind; the specs can stay. But, No! I've courage I’ll go on I'm not a quitter, I'll be strong I may wake full of blurred confusion Wondering if it's just illusion Or really is that epic day I finally throw my specs away!


Details | Verse | |

An angel came

An angel came!

Nights in black and white,
My mind keeps drifting from side to side.

Wondering in my mind about the voice I heard,
At my bedside an angel came.

"Be patient," The voice said;
I heard it so clear, yet so discreet.

To hear a strange voice whisper into my ear,
It made me scared, and it made me fear.

Fear from God who heard my cry,
Begging for mercy, to save a child.

Praying to all angels to keep her safe
The mother of my children, my soul mate.

This is a sign for me to know,
That God is with me, and I am not alone.

Thank you God for this sign you gave me,
To remind me that there is a God up there
and to be patient.
 
I’ll keep my faith every time I'm down,
With my forehead touching the ground.


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A frog like me

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

A walk to the Cross

When Jesus walked to Calvary,
He fell many times along the way,
His heavy load caused Him to stumble,
Are we too proud to be so humble?

Our life is our walk to Calvary,
We also will fall along the way,
Our load is worry, fear and hate,
Do we deserve to reach the Golden Gate?

All His life Jesus did nought but good,
We would do the same if only we could,
If only we could embrace His way,
Our faith would grow stronger each passing day.

For forty days in the wilderness,
Satan watched to see Him transgress,
He never did, to His Father he was true,
Oh; this could happen to me and to you.

God loves us so much, that He gave up His son,
Who died for us in a terrible way,
Our sins, on His back, he bore that day,
God couldn't watch, He turned away.

Jesus died and was laid in a tomb of stone,
For three days He lay there but not alone, 
Angels watched o'er Him day and night
On the third day the stone was rolled away.

Jesus was risen on that Easter morn'
His grave clothes were left for all to see,
Death was defeated and Satan cried,
I have been beaten, my prize denied.

What Jesus did all those centuries past,
Was to set us free from his clutches at last.
Now we can live our lives the Jesus way,
The Cross stands forever, pointing the way.

Now, Satan can test us, try all he might,
But Jesus protects us, both day and night,
Satan will always be there on our shoulder,
But Jesus' love just makes us bolder.

I don't know about you, but as for me,
I'll take my walk to Calvary,
I'll bear the scars of Satan's attack,
But I'll be ready when Jesus comes back.

© Dave Timperley 2012



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Peace runs in my blood

Hope  in wish burst chimney
Clear the guilt fit its judgement
In peace of joy  its own  spicies  
May be  found  souls in  others
If such a  episode- live like us


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Do You Feel Like Ending Everything


Perhaps you feel like your life is “spiraling down” It’s as if everything’s come “crashing to the ground” Is your lie filled with A lot of apprehension? Just living day by bay with a lot of tension? Maybe you’re at a “low point” and very “distraught.” In life’s circumstances… you feel trapped and caught. If you feel confused… Like you’re in a “trance…” God’s word says to TRUST HIM, in every circumstance! God’s here to pick you up,\ when you stumble! He’s always do it, And never grumble! If life’s dealt you a bad hand, don’t try name it! Jesus loves you so much! It’s hard to explain it! All of heaven invites you to Invite Jesus as your lord! An eternal life with him, can be your great reward! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

The Rose

Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.

They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.

Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.

There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.


Details | Romanticism | |

Do not travel the lonesome road

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

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

-10/6/2013


Details | Free verse | |

What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.

-9/23/13-

Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!


Details | Romanticism | |

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 | Rhyme | |

The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.


Details | Epic | |

All men are Broken

I am not like your earthly father, why do you treat Me like him?
I am an all consuming love 
I am not double-minded; I can’t lie or hurt you with sin,
I created you to be more than what you currently are,
For the father fracture has caused so many of My children to be scared,

All men are broken,
All men were broken,
By their fathers who passed it down to you,
My sons and daughters there is nothing to impossible for me too do,

I am much bigger than anything you face and fear,
I am the Father who has seen every tear,
I am the Father who knows your deepest pain,
I am the Father who will always remain,

Though many fathers meant well they still could never be,
All that I am able to be unto thee,
You’re not your father, you’re not going to be the same,
You were never meant to live with the anxieties of a childhood filled with pain,
So let Me love you, let me in, I am not counting all your sins,
Let Me show you what you have never seen,
For perfect love heals and restores all lost dreams,

I am not your father, please blame me no more,
If you could only see what I have planned for your future; the greatness I have in store,
You would understand, you would forget the past, 
You would forgive your fathers, who didn’t know better and couldn’t fulfill their tasks,

A generation has been created,
That has been jaded and recklessly complicated,
I understand, but take my hand; I am not like a carnal man,
I will show you unconditional love that will never fail,
When things get tough I am the Father who will never bail,

I am not like your father, I have been falsely accused,
I am the father who will never leave your side, disappoint you, or abuse
I have watched you all your life suffer in silence, while hiding behind everything and anything to numb yourself well,
I was there every time you slipped up and every time you fell,

But listen my beloved, I call out to you each day,
Just stay quiet for a moment and you will hear what I want to say…

I am here; you are ever before me, for I carved your name in my hand,
I know how to reach you, for I loved you before you ever reached this land,

A broken child becomes a broken man,
Until he knows his heavenly Father is his biggest fan.
Give Me a chance to show you and you will finally understand
That it is My love that will guide you, just take hold of my hand.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Ballad | |

The Artist and The Poet

There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/
 Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/
 This my poetry and self-made concrete art only I control it/ So all ya critics out there behold it/
 I was gone for a minute locked up and locked down trapped inside concrete/ 
I was at work the whole time my poetic skills only got better they did not sleep/
 Now I arize through shackles and chains I now know true defeat/ 
Im here to stay Im the artist keeper the true se7en poet of keep/ 
I will do what I gotta to be poetically remembered the day I go se7en feet deep/
 But for now my life upon ya'll I lyrically creep/ 
My thoughts are one of a kind they cannot be replicated/ 
Im so relevant now fifty years from now I still wont be outdated/ 
Its your coice you can love it or you can hate it/ Go ahead haters debate it/ 
Still Im the Artist and the Poet thats my motto statement/ 
A whole empire of poetry and artwork since lockdown I have painfully with pleasure created/ NEVER AGAIN WILL MY ART AND POETRY BE UNDERRATED/
 I was nothing before all the time spent in concrete and confinement/ 
Now Im truly poetic with artistic assignments/ Anything I draw I can also rhyme it/
 There are more to my tattoos each one has a story and a meaning behind it/ 
I knew there was hope in poetic art I just had to find it/ 
All I got to say now is "F@#k ya'll who wanna Doubt me/ 
F&%k all dat shyt you judge me like Im on American Idol when you dont even know shyt bout me/
 Your vision of life is blurry and your death thoughts seem to be a lil cloudy/ 
I am a Poetistic Diamond in the rough it was God it wasnt you who found me/ 
Now I know more people from around the way gon crowd me/ where money and trouble again will surround me/
 I was a lost gem on lockdown waiting to shine, waiting to poetyically explode/ 
A natural born poet carving out my own road/ Living by my own F%$#%ckin poetic codes/
 I can't be rhymefest free when I get lost in that poetic mode/ 
My Time is almost here/ I been waiting for this momnet all f&&%&ing year/ 
I cant believe I made through many concrete shed tears and many unheard of outside fears/
 My freedom day is near I will not blow it/ 
This my time now homie I control it/ Im concretely the smartest writer even if you aint know it/
 MAKE WAY PEOPLE FOR THE SE7EN KING ARTIST AND POET


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


Details | Free verse | |

First star to your empty Night

I want a love that
fills my veins like
liquid fireworks
sweet like sugar and 
cinnamon
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a 
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme

I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
street drummer

I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...

I want a love
that encompasses
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
leaving me
rejuvenated and refreshed

A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight

I speak these words into the 
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious 
mystical journey unknown


Details | Lyric | |

Man with sorrow

A risky side
A twisted mind 
He's a man with sorrow 
He's a man on his own
I know your secrets
I see you losing control

I want you back
Oh I want you back home
*Chorus*:
To kill your sore
To purify your soul 
But not a glimmer of hope
And not a glimmer of joy
 

You walk with a frozen heart
Making it hard for me 
To leave you alone 
 
Your nonsensical twist
Makes me shiver inside 
 
The more mysterious he gets
The more attractive it gets 
 
Chorus:
But not a glimmer of hope
Not a glimmer of joy 
(2x) 
 
Your fatal deadly thoughts
Make me scream for more
 
I can never show, how much my love
For you was strong 
But you're the one I blame
 
I'm craving on saving you
So I can slay you on my own
 
I try to forget,
But I find myself with regrets 
 
You looked at me and said it straight
With no circles to spin
Baby turning the page,
Will lead us nowhere...
 
But not a glimmer of hope 
Nor a glimmer of joy 
I know your secrets 
I see losing control 
You're the one I blame
You're the one I crave.

**please feel free to correct and comment! :) ** MS-


Details | Haiku | |

Life Of Death

Death is now Alive
Kid Conceived Deceased
A rebel of life


Details | Haiku | |

Mountain Climbing

I’m climbing  
Above the canyon…the sun
Hits  		the 		rocks

I ascend
As 	I 	take 	risk 	after 	risk
UP I GO!

I’m climbing
I 	rely 	on 	my 	own 	strength
I’m doing FINE!

I descend
While	 I 	urgently 	hold 	on
For dear life…


Details | Epic | |

Returning home

I have waited a year for your return
Its getting closer
Im scared
Things have changed so much
You have seen things, People should not have to experience
You set your life aside to defend our country
We are like strangers 
Learning how to be a family again
The struggle will be great
But we have made it 13 years
Together we can do anything


Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Light Poetry | |

To Wither and Die Not

Peace surrounds me on this day in May as I let destiny have it's own way I smile down on whom I am made grandly by all my yesterdays I will live again and all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter I am destiny's lost prodigal child, May has been a source of pain for me Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times but not today, the day after yesterday beginning all my tomorrows We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers picking them and hanging them up to dry somehow in making something beautiful we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died We can not always hold onto our flowers some do not fare well to the process of living dry so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring and I pat my body down, I lived through the night yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them , but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower? the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive, none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed, for how can we say nice things about something, we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain, that should always be allowed to grow wilder, to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after
will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!


Details | Free verse | |

Secret Lover

Engulfed deep within beauty
Of shades and light
Within textures I cannot feel
Curious of simplicity of such purity
Reaching out, to try and grasp it
Awakened in the truth of forbiddeness

Teasingly she caresses spiked green hai
And kisses curves of bodies
Jealous of her lovers
I wish to pull away
To no avail, as her face brightens
Closing my eyes, trying to silence my heart

Her color and spirit consume me
Tugging more at my dark life
Slowly transforming into a new form
Her body over me and pressing down
Whispers of such melodies
I cannot hold back my passion

Each day she embraces me
No matter her mood or emotions
She never leaves me
As I continue my daily routine
We exchange air kisses
Melodies follow me during the day
And at night I leave my window open
So she may enter and hold me tight

My heart still dances
When I see her face
And though our love unseen
Our relationship forbidden
There isn’t a day I am without her
My light, my dark, my love, my song
The dearest of my heart- the sky


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 | Couplet | |

Architects of Humanitarian Crises

Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend

After the Flood many nations strolled
some didn´t want true history told

All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized

A few condemmed HIM to a Cross
and mankind became a hope lost

His testimony was like no other
a promise bonding men as brothers

So, was it hate, shame or pride?
The Shroud of Turin now abide

Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time

From images of Christ to the Sphinx
mankind altered their faces with ink

Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands

Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays

Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time

Conquering became a lust
many thought they must

Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer

Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal

Robbing nations precious gold
slaughtering the young, and old
another story that was not told

Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice

Oppression increased in the land
because of the barbarian's plan

Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon

America, land of morality and hope
still someone was signing for dope

Capital´ism made a few very rich
sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix
paganism and Communism a glitch
a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch

Old governments embraced the Klan
still got history's blood on their hand.

Kept society busy with Santa Claus
knowing its origin is spiritually false

They knew global warming was real
maybe too late, this just sent a chill

Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane

Kids with little future left in sight
hopes dwindled like the Knight

Then, later came Robin Hood
with good news from the wood

Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight

No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices

These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land

We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest

Most of  world history twisted
some are now rying to fix it

For some Nations, it was too late
capital'ism quickly sealed their fate

Africa was a continent very rich
...now realizing it is in a ditch
never should´ve trusted Mitch

I even heard the Rossette Stone
was hidden in someone´s home

The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza

Even the Eyptian Sphinx
tried to give mankind a wink
now hides her missing links

And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key
stolen by those not wanting us to be free

Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox

Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail
shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall

Most gold, and precious artifacts
was found stolen, and hijacked

It´s hard for most to understand
they kept us busy with their plan

So, in this life we must cast our vote
moving forward with faith and hope

Those affected have become a scorn
got them hungry from dusk to dawn

World economies causing a recess
ego and pride got us in a big mess

The Middle East became a feast.
I wonder who planned that piece?

They say Mohammed started this fuss.
through history who dare finger Guss?

These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions

Humanity began in Africa and Irak
but millions destituted in a shack

The Americas to China has similiar pain
but yrants' view them as a social stain

And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude

So, once again East meets West
fighting over another treasure chest

Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions

The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?

We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest

Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons

The poor and depair need more
still someone's locking the door

Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide

Corruption and terrorism sown
by a few of government´s own

Someone´s selfish plans ahead
have now made us very afraid...
maybe baked or nuked instead

Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt
nothing else or their stomachs hurt

Most of the time with nothing to eat
weeping for a peaceful night sleep

The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow
selfish can learn from the sparrow.

When the next ATOM splits and divide
some gonna try to run and hide
knowing they deceived many and lied

So, don´t worry about a thing tonight
soon GOD will make things alright

Then, all children will be able to play
The Prince of Peace will come to stay

So, remember before it´s over
they too needed a shoulder

by: LP


Details | Senryu | |

Dark Light

                    War is a dark light
                we fight for others to live
                     ignited by words


Details | Verse | |

Don't Worry

Once upon a time,
The Orange & Pink Dragon
Popped out of nowhere, 
Blowing pink flames in all directions. 
The Shapeless Robot walked down the street 
With a blank expression on its robotic face.
He made a Snake Bird friend,
Since he didn't have a friend of his own;
Loneliness crept in on him & he wept despondently.
"I want a friend to sweep away these feelings of loneliness!" 
Cried the Shapeless Robot hopelessly.
The Snake Bird felt empathy towards him & wiped his tears away by his serpent tongue.
The Non-stop Growing Vines twirled around them in all directions suddenly...
Vibes of discomfort crawled up and down the robot's back,
Electricity, originated from energy, zipping through him constantly...
Lizorse and the gangster red-head girl ghost named Gingah were playing chest with each other,
Exchanging love expressions flirtaciously...
They blew kisses at each other time and time again.
Bubbleman got bubbled up with benevolence when he felt an Angel Hand touch his shoulder;
At last, he witnessed miracles in disguise.
All of the characters hung out and listened to old school rap,
Partying and dancing like crazy monkeys at the jungle-like zoo during their leisure time. 
The Incomplete Ship flew towards them, 
Silence slipping though the merry atmosphere...
The palm tree, excluded from the rowdy group,
Acknowledges the Stripeful Fish happily.
"Don't worry..." said the palm tree sheepishly with content, "You can be my friend always and forever"
The End


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | 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 | Ballad | |

Back On That Road Again

Yeah I'm back on that same road once more, 
Struggling like litterally I see our very children eating off the dirt floor' 
Who can really give a **** about dollars because where Im from over ninety percent living dirt poor,
 Even down here the struggle remains the same, 
Alcohol remains top dog around here it wont change, 
We want something different yet we keep seeking just a little more money, just a little fame,
 We aint happy with what we got now so we let the bull *****get to the brain.......
 Its sad how our people let even ourselves be lowered to ask for pocket change, 
We dying fast, no not our people but our culture cant you see the blood stains? 
Cant you see the youth playing games, six feet deep is where many of our very own youth sleep, forever trapped in their death beds still laying,
 I just hope I am remebered strong when Im gone confused why sometimes I wont stop praying...........but its alright though because Im back on that road again lost without family or friends......I dont know where to stop but I know where it begins........there's a meaning to everything in the start on this road so lets make this a memorable End......


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Look

Look at this!
It’s brave and new!
It’s fresh and flowing,
green and blue.

It’s not like anything you’ve ever seen,
it’s unlike anywhere you’ve ever been.
Its wonder cannot be spoken in tongues,
it was said it would be here and now it has come.

Feast your eyes upon the open,
of all submitted, you were chosen.
From all existence, nothing comes close,
in terms of scale and pure grandiose.

Observe the wonder, draw it near,
if beauty exists, surely, it’s here!
Vast horizons, broad and wide,
it’s present, it’s current, now is the time.

It’s more than most and in your grasp,
it’s here and it is yours at last.
The greatest of things you could ever behold,
This is it, it’s the moment, so come on! Let’s go!

Look at this!
It’s brave and new!
The only thing it needs,
is you.


Details | Lyric | |

Blinded

Branded, like a cigarette
crushing flesh to the bone
paralysed by fear
though you struggle on your own
your ego 's got you wary
while your mind's in control
shut empty and on edge
Oh Down you go

No formal introduction
to a girl without a face
arms stretched out wide
consoles me with her grace
she says, she's got the answer
to any kind of pain
medicated love
pyrotechnics for the flame

Guess i am
your muse my friend
oh Yes I am
she says ... 


Details | Free verse | |

A Poem for her Majesty the Queen on her Jubilee


To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position.

It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country.

In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect.
No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. 

The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. 

May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time,
For we are ENGLAND . .  full of love . . . full of Pride! 


Details | Romanticism | |

A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


Details | Haiku | |

a card spread

stupid from stupid
tarot read child and people
the fool in the world


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.


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THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








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There She Goes

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


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Contradicted Convict Finds Concept

I used 2 think I know what I wanted out of my confused soul/
I want not what I have ,I want what I never had/
I want my time 2 stop, yet it still continues 2 go/
I strive 2 be good but almost always end up in the bad/
Livin in this American Struggle I was once happy, now seems like Im forever sad/
Im a man of values and peace but find myself in corruptness and fights/
In prison I had many dark days and very few bright nights/
No matter how wrong I was I am still 100% right/
Im searchin for inner peace but find myself so self-conflicted/
I want this but rather have that, Im so self-contradicted/
I find my heart fightin lovely thingz my soul so badly hated/
I want 2 be normal but find my talents by so many overrated/
I find it so easy 2 forsake that I rarely myself ever forgive/
My mind wants 2 die while my heart still wants to live/ 
I want to be recognized that I go unnoticed and lose track of the real me/
So I came 2 a concept of appreciating the fact that Im now free/ 
Now I just want to kick back an be me....


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musings of an impaired being

Does it really matter that i conform to the norms of the day?
What perfect blueprint is there for the journey called life?
Who are you to chastise me for being filled with flaws?
Only one was made perfect.
who deems it otherwise?
Who made you judge and jury over the morally bankrupt?
How dare you raise your nose when your anus is filthy?
Aren't we all on this journey to utopia?
what being dares claim arrival?
That life is fraught with connundrums and challenges is not far fron the turth.
That humans of different races will be judged alike is up for debate.
I'm filled with vices, and so are you
but thou hipocrisy shields your misdeeds.

Listen, fellow weaklings
Take caution as you condescend,
for the descent is inevitable.
What fun is there to life if we dont fall and rise?
What story will be told if we dont lose and repossess?
How would we become fitter if we are not faced with storms?
Who can best define our cause on devil's roof?

Is it survival or procreation?
Is it strifes or oppression?
No one really can tell, only HIM  knows

Clerics hold us bondage to selfish doctrines,
and we gullibly oblige.
Like a procession of zombies,
yearning for the release their words present,
unable to put our reasoning to test,
and lose the cloak of vulnerability.
Who exactly are we?
puppets of nature?
or rivals in the ring of life?
Do you wonder why harmony dwell scarce in the elements?
Or why philophobia lives in the heart of men?
I'm speechless, i tremor
at the level of discord we habour
Can humans ever really change?
do we just suppress some deeds at whim?
and display others when we desire.
Will we ever be whole?


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lost in the beat of life

eyes scan,
the room before me,
waiting for,
what will or won't be,
catching a look,
from others here,
all waiting,
in elated fear,
one of us,
will get the part,
other dreams,
ripped apart,
the diffrent hopes,
of art made dreams,
tied together,
at the same seams,
lost in thought,
we don't see,
the list of names,
that doesn't have me.

love.


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Truth

Living in a world where poverty exist,
My way of living will put you in a mental twist!
In and out of correctional facilities,
 Cant seem to deal with life's difficulties!
I've been placed in isolation many times,
That was my punishment for committing crimes!
When will I grow up and finally learn,
That we live in a life where there's nowhere else to turn!
We have to stand up and make a change,
Live life without having so much rage!
So I have to sit here and evaluate my contribution to my community,
Be of service to my fellows with humility!


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What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


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Take The Next Step

Im gone, im leaving now, 
Taking one last breath I remember my vow.
You holding my hand so gently,
Your tears falling, and kissing my lips so greatly. 

I look into your eyes while my life flashes before my eyes,
My hand on my heart feeling the way it dies.
I manage to squeeze one last request out of my depth, 
I take you hand and tell you to take the next step.


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Monet Skies

No greater love than in my heart for this I always knew from the very start no mountain too tall to climb knowing one day you would be mine my version of Monet skies the pride of my two turquoise eyes lying down upon blades of grass gently sir, caress my breast my heart has held you forever in its grasp please love me with passion as I bestow romance this love I know puts me deep within a trance I pray Dear Lord for love to last


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An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…


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DRAGONS HEART

A dragon once saved my soul by giving me a heart, for my love, my magic was sincere.
I was trained in her enchantments, secrets learned in one lifetime briefly forgotten.
A real darkness once clouded my minds third eye.
The memory of that day would not stay away, in time she knew it would rise.
The mystery still carried, her love belonging, a guiding voice whispering.
Hearts never dying has kept me strong, my will never surrendering.
With my magic slowly releasing, my powers increasing, my true self is becoming known.
The lessons, the tests, becoming clear.
For there she still lays hiding, watching from the sky away from the unseeing eye.
The pleasure rises, to feel the breezes wavering from her silvery wings.
It embraces me, touches my skin.
A Knight Rider searches for the soul she saved, for he too carries a heart.
With her crafting she tied us together.
An existing bond that will last the ages, hearts forever drumming as one.
Find me, he has not, imaginably lost in these modern times, I must assume our tests are not done.
He will be aroused to uncover me;once exposed he will know where to find the key.
Discovering a life of sadness forever left to fading.
Souls will stop wandering;hearts will be exulting, tears of loneliness no longer falling.
The dragons passions will then be allowed to reign.
Our souls, our dragon's heart will permit us to find loves solutions.
The enchanted hearts who have found each other, we will be each other's keepers.
As the twin hearts souls are dancing, the magic will be set free.


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SOUL SISTER

Soul sister how I miss your presence beside me.
Whispering words of strength into my ear.
Guiding me.
Resting your hand upon my shoulder.
Helping me to choose which path to travel.

Even when I have chosen incorrectly.
Your hand never wandered.
Your step never faltered.
You took the blame without shame.
Held me invisibly.
Until the healing warmth could be felt to my inner soul.

In life's little disputes it seems as though I have forgotten you.
The distance seems to have grown out of control.
As though my heart got colder.
A disbelief took over.

I know you have never left me.
You have always been there waiting.
Hoping I would return.
That I would call to you.

I am calling to you.
I search for your inner light.
Long for the warming touch.
I listen even deeper.

To hear your voice whispering into my ear.
A desire to feel the warming of my heart with your touch is growing.
It is what my soul has been missing.

Help me to heal my mind of the ugliness I feel in my heart.
Teach me to see the beauty which my eyes once saw.

Forgive me for allowing a coldness to grow.
Replace the hate with your loving kiss.
Allow me to feel you.
Hear you once again.


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The HEART says many words

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

It's the starter of the emotions.

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


         -Angel4eva23


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Hunter heart

I am a bird singing in an open cage.
What I have they cannot take it.
What I have they cannot feel it.
A mad navigator drives me.
A fire-bearing fleet chases me.
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid to live.
That makes my heart a hunter.

I’m shooting luminous arrows with a bow
and all lead back to my body.
What I have 
it takes me up to heaven
and brings me down to hell.
What I have I cannot deny it.
That makes my heart a hunter.

My brain is a uterus of lightning.
I am a corsair galley drunken with rum 
inside the rulers’ navy yard.
That makes my heart a hunter.


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Growing in Hell And Peace

Just like the Earth,
I'll grow full to bloom;
And as my body changes,
my mind does too.

The place I call home,
people burning others to succeed;
All the sadness and the madness,
and one trying to be the best to lead.

They say the grass grows greener on the other side,
but I fail to simply agree;
And if that is possible,
then why does everyone look so unhappy?

I'm sick of living in hell on Earth,
where's the peace when you need it?
I can't find it anywhere,
or maybe I'm just not looking hard enough for it.

You feel the burns without seeing the flames,
no one tries to put the flames out;
Either you hear the people screaming,
or running around out and about.

Growing in hell and peace,
is not as easy as a gentle floating flower;
But if we can find some way to be happy,
we can make us a better world together.


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Lasting Freedom

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


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Why Should I Cry








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When the World as it appear
    Has collapsed beyond
           All Tears'
    Why should I cry....
            --------
When I could just die
        --------
When life grows' beyond
         Meaning
And there is no reason
          To try....
      -------
My life has no meaning
    There is no truth
        Only a lie
And Dream of
Happiness that loom
     From above
And I do ask?
Just one more time....
Please let me try!


          Poet Author
          Gary Fields


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He Is In Command




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I can not change
      the Master
 Fore He is the Plan
         ------
Threw out the ides' of Destiny
               He has always' 
         Been in Command
        --------
He commanded  the Rocks'
              -And-
 He famished the Trees'
Some-times' they did not
         Bare their fruit
And the Leaf's feel from
         The Trees'
          ------
And yes, Gad gave gifts'
       Of everything
With the greatest of ease
         -------
He Ordained that His
Children should come home
That they should never be alone
      ------
             To leave this land
      And to take Amen
          To His Throne
For they were His FIRST BORN
                  -----
Fore they would finally
              Meet Jesus
And live in Parity
Till the 'END' coming 
To the brink of Eternity
      *******
     To finally seek
  The Lord Our GOD

               GF




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At The Altar

The avouche's in necessity
We pray at the Mass
      Incessantly
They do offer sacrifice
At wedding's they offer Rice
      ------
Oh' is doth a place for me
For the rest of my life'
      ------
Will Love be there
        For Eternality
For this is my life
      ------
The most covenant
And to this I Decree
     ------
And thou shall
Alway's be there
       For Me
Till the end of eternality'
Beneath the Primrose Tree
My friend Jesus and Me

              GF


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


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The World In Contempt

*********The Rest to God is gravy!*******


Auh!
Dieing for the Lord
Is a dieing profession
Thus ly, I commit to His Own Will
Thine Own Will
Which will be done incessantly
Providing a place for Me
For Eternal-ty ..
With-0ut question...
      ------
I wait for the day
That He shall carry me home
To do attendance to His House
To lay upon His Throne
To be the Minds' Keeper
When no one else' is home
Leaving me so all alone
Where Heaven makes' such
A Heavenly sound
      ------
Where their are Lots' of
Pretty Angel's seemingly
So all around,
Where My feet barely
Touch the  Ground
     ----
In this place 
Thy, Shall never be alone
Fore this is Thy only home
And from Thee..
Never shall I roam
      ------
To venture the distance
      Of His dynasty
For for-ever long lasting 
For ever long that may be
To wave that Ever-Lasting Torch
That which was made for Me
And for all else to see
       -----
That these are the things'
That make's a difference
In Life....
      ------
That is life's long mystery
                
                  GF


******God's Destiny is a reality, as to reality, which is nothing but a dream'.


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Stay

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

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

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

Stay.


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Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


Details | I do not know? | |

My Inspiration John Green

I am not the Physically strong type,

I am not number one in the class,

I am not the most popular kid.

I am not the break dancer,

Nor am I musician or singer.

I am not the greatest artist,

My looks aren't that of Patric Swayze's.

I am not the next great author,

I am not that epic basketball player,

or next high school athlete of the year.

I am simply me,

I stand out in a crowd,

for my outlook on life and society.

I stand out for I don't bow down to fad's.

Nor do I care about the latest trends in clothes,

Music, television, who's what, what's what.

I am ME and that's all I will ever need to be.

I owe my Uncle a lot for shaping me into the,

young man I am today.

Thank You Very Much for Always Being There for Me

My Uncle John


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Unsuspecting Victim

Four teenagers 
Paige
Matt
Kevin
Kat

Backgrounds-
Paige- psychic, can see and talk to the dead, has demons who come to her for help
Matt- Has demons attachted to him, dating paige
Kevin- A Nerd from school, intersted in pot
Kat- Training psychic, paiges best friend, dating kevin

Prom Night- 2011

Sitting in the car positioning themselves
into a compfy spot
Matt sits in the driving seat
Paige in the passenger seat
Kat and Kevin in the back seat
Kat laying on Kevins shoulder
All of them latch there seat belts
Driving unto the road to go to after prom
Paige sees someone
Someone no oe else can see but her
Sitting right beside her is her (demon but almost human ghost) friend
He whispers "i can try to keep you save from everything, but i cant make a promise)
She looks down at Matts foot
Holding unto the break peddal is one of Matts demons
The demon breaks the pedal and has one hand into the engine of the car
A car coming up behind them
Trying to pass them
Matt decides to make it difficult for them to pass
As he does he tries to hit the breaks
And they didnt work
They drive into the ditch 
Trying not to hit the other car infront of them
Flipping a few times as they land with all the tires on the ground and the 
Top of the car towards the sky
Paige lays on the windsheild her head cut by the glass
She looks  at her self
She sees her body laying there looking up at Matt as he smirks to her
His eyes turn black and he smirks again
Paiges ghost friend opens the door and pushes her out
Far from the car
She now lays close to the road
She watches the car as it rolls off the hill
Flipping it again, also looking down at her lifeless body
She sees Matts demon again

The Night After

Paige was rushed to the hospital
Matt, Kevin and Kat left with only bruises and a few cuts
Paiges brain was internally bleeding
She stands in the hospital 
Outside of her body
Standing looking at her ghost friend
He ssays to her "as much as i want you to be here with me, your family needs you in your other life"
She wakes up a few hours later, in her body, and getting better


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Growing Pains

It’s come once again, a new phase of life; and though change is sometimes hard to 
comprehend.
Don’t worry, you’ll get settled in.
Then it will be time to move forward again; 
And you may pretend this task is simple to do.
Your fearful and excited simultaneously; along with a little melancholy.
But you have to prepare for GOD’s great new gifts; 
maybe peace or lesson that can’t be dismissed.
It’s all a part of your destiny, so settle with this formality.
Change your results because that’s your part to life’s test.
New with knowledge and an increasing faith, and know God’s waiting for you to 
take your place.
SOoooo…appreciate your growing pains and you’ll surely get an A.


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The bluest skies

The bluest skies, don't seem so blue. And the stars seem a little dimmer too. Now that your around , you put 'em all to shame. Let me break it down 'cause what I'm tryin to say is, no one gets me, like you when you kiss me. Girl, you rock me harder than some downtown band. I thought I knew what love was, but I didn't have a clue. I've never found anything that makes me feel like I do about you. You know i love u with all my heart and we got the realest relationship ever and im happy ! And i see that some girl is goin to call out my name all because you wont talk to her because of me lmao she can fall back for real ! haha but i guess we gotta get to sleep and i get to be so lucky to wake up in the mornin laying right next to you love you baby and I always will.


Details | Light Poetry | |

HARD TO SEE

                                                                   Water In My Eyes

It’s hard to take off, when you’re left grounded.  Something lost I can’t find it.
 I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide

                                               “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

A feeling that comes over you, it comes and goes 
Often now putting me to my knees, a thirst for knowledge has grown.
Interpretations given to me, I want to fly but I’m stuck on the ground is what I realized.
I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

You carry those you lost and offer you in their place, all you have are the memories a heart ache, a still picture of their face. Quest for knowledge you have shown, you can only save yourself when it’s time to kneel at the thrown. Interpretations given to me, still unable to fly I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

Arms out reached in front of me, waiting for a touch back to assist and help guide me, I know your there even in the open air, as the breeze passes by pushing out the water in my eye.
 Looking to the sky before it drips drops and it freezes. As u notice only your sign the one only you can see. If you found it it’s meant for you to continue to believe. Before you know it you’re looking up into the sky. You see clearly through a dry eye. No more needs God has heard you and now he will guide you.

Walking a set path try to live a life right. God will always give you your way of sight.
Keeping faith is all for just such a reason. It’s nice to see through all life’s seasons. But almost daily it gets blurry and things change size.







                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”
                                                                                 By Paul J Williams Sr
                                                                                 


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 | Sonnet | |

Ever as many I try to write for thee

 
Ever as many I try to write for thee,
 All the words like a soft sand slip away,
 My soul, my heart, my dreams... All flee
 And all the words, therefore cannot say.

 I seek an answer from thyself...
 How much with thee I fall in love?
 He says as a brave knight compelled a triumph,
 Carried it along the earth, and to the sky above,

 As a rose and magic always dwelt together,
 Circle beneath a circle, flow like waves
 As a velvet passion that burns forever,
 Tenderly wrap our bodies with praise

 I love thee dearly, since before life has begun
 I love thee deeply, as night whispers are done


Details | Quatrain | |

Seeds of Promise

Same story told in sad famished pupils, Every effort given as hunger pangs thrive. A mother lays her head pondering tomorrow, Wondering if her child is dead or alive. Creative souls full of epic promise, Born in this bag of epidermal atrophy. Pondering the generations next meal, An epidemic disaster, true catastrophe. With chins resting on weary knees; Abdomen bloating with hope. Perched on plains of poverty, Atop death’s plank, they cope. Flies attack moistened eyes, Tears struggle to find their streams. Starving spirits anticipate rain, Living on dehydrated dreams. Creative souls full of promise, Seeds planted in thirsty sands. Yearning to bloom as beautiful flowers, In a garden of arid lands. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sami Al-khalili's "A Piece of Bread Please" Contest


Details | Free verse | |

When I met you

When I first met you, 
It felt lik I had known you from the start,
I told you my secrets,
and I what I didn't want, ever,
I bet you thought, 
it'd never end,
who would have thought,
we would become more then just friends.
Over a period of time, 
I got to know the real you.
A boy who was so caring and true.
You've survived your life, 
with hurt and loneliness by your side.
I told you I'd never leave,
because of the feeling that I had inside.
I know you, 
lie nobody else I've ever known,
and sometimes I wonder,
what would I do if you were gone?
So I have decided,
time will answer all my questions.
If it is meant to be, 
time will remove the wall.
I love the way we are together,
you can always me me smile. 
Will it ever really end up being, forever?
I guess I will have to wait.
Time will reveal, what lies ahead,
but always remember what I have said.
Meeting you has changed my life, and I really love you so,
the feelings I feel for you, I am never letting go.
Remember me always,
and I will too.
I always think of,
me and you.


Details | Free verse | |

A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.


Details | Free verse | |

From the Fiery Pits of Hell to My Glorious Home in Heaven

It started when I was young.
I chose to take a walk on the wild side.
I drove my parents insane with my deeds.
I pushed everything good away.
I was bad, evil to the core.
Lying, stealing and cheating were all I knew.
Then the drugs and sex overtook me.
Riding on the slippery slope to Hell.
Satan had my heart, mind, body and soul.
He wouldn’t let me go.
I didn’t want him to.
I wanted my life of misery.
It was good to me.
I fell hard into his snare.
I really felt that was where I belonged.
It was a place to call home.
All my friends egged me on.
As I played games with the Devil.
I drew closer and closer to him.
Through Tarot and the Occult. 
Witchcraft, casting spells.
It was so intense.
I never wanted my ride to end.
I was on top of the world.
Living in the fiery pits of Hell.

He reached down to where I was.
He took my hand and pulled me out of the muck.
He saved me.
Showed me a new way of life.
No more lying, stealing or cheating.
The need for drugs was gone.
I was taught how sex could be beautiful and pure.
I was free of Satan’s grasp.
He no longer had control over me.
My heart, mind, body and soul now belong to another.
He loves me.
In spite of the terrible things I’ve done, he really loves me.
He’s forgiven me.
Can you believe that?
Sent His Son to die for ME!
It was on a cross on a hill far away.
The Father couldn’t even watch as His Son paid the price for me.
All for Me!
Now my sins are all forgiven.
The Devil’s hold on me broken.
I am free!
Free to have faith, to hope and to love.
The best news of all is that the Son is coming back for me!
Right now, this very second, He’s working on my place.
My glorious home in Heaven!



Details | Rhyme | |

Life

Life is living 
But then again it’s not
Because living goes on
Stop breathing
Life stop

Picture this if you may
To help you understand
How a person lives forever
After creating a man

Life is a path
That can go many ways
The roads are cloudy battle fields
With soldiers in a daze

Some are chosen
Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it}
While some give up
and cries tears by the bucket

Life is a tough road
But we can all get to the end 
And go on living;
Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend

So soldier march on
The further less dazed
The further the march
The greater the praise

So climb the mountain 
Swim the ocean,
Sometimes don’t look back
Because some soldiers
In the battlefield
Just don’t know how to act

But some should be saved
Because on this road you’ve bled
But only if he’s bleeding
Still crawling ahead

Then pass the sword
And forget your graze
Because the more soldiers to the end
Insure better days


Details | Sonnet | |

Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Infused By Figment Fire - finish



my body's broke and beaten now for certain; too many years of junk have dried my bones. I think I see the final call and curtain - the God who owns is callin' in His loans. it was my hope someday I would connect and mesh my flesh with angels of desire but I deny their lie so they reject those touched too much by flames of madness fire. the story of God's glory gone insane; a genius so sublime in youthful prime before devoted days with rock cocaine did steal away the tick and tock of time. certified a crazy kind of critter by tested mess I do believe correct but bitter is the life filled full with litter where choice is purged by choices I neglect. but now I'm runnin' full capacity while hopin' I'm not headin' for a fall while showin' off my great alacrity before the reaper makes her final call. I hope to find a cheap discreet hotel where I will kick addictions very quick while risin' up and out of my own hell affixed to my afflictions like a tick. I think I'll join a mighty minstrel show while stretching high to greet the nearest star; I'll find some truth I don't already know and see if I have time to raise the bar. my future vision of reality, infused with figment fire but never there - a future framed without validity as if no soul has ever been aware. I slip and slide while runnin' in a rut still hopin' I won't land upon my back. I'm just a jester with a stuttered strut who lives to fill his life with what it lacks. I guess it's time to slip away and leave - been here and there so now I guess I'll go and find some new creative ways to weave some changes to my brain's eternal flow. one way I know to beat the blues today is groovin' down to my old boogie beat but I'm not breakin' any news your way 'cause we know why and where like minded meet.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Always I Miss You

When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
 And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
 I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
 If you don't mind being compared,
 
Repeating the many ways you cared,
 The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
 Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
 Every recipe, every taste,
 Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
 
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
 It's what I use so I won't be late,
 Staying here learning to appreciate,
 All the miles, trucks caring freight..
 
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
 But if you visit my mind would quake.


Details | Ode | |

Ramesses II, Remembered Still

No raised pinnacle marked the place
No pure white limestone shining
Where Ramesses slept looked commonplace
to foil the robbers scrying.
Yet he had moved the earth and sky
this pharaoh disdained all rivals.
His bounty buried beneath the sand
portrayed a life beneath blue skies 
his star encrusted tomb ethereal        
his Ka rising from Death’s hand.

The hills of Thebes his place of rest   
and beneath him his father lay            
amongst the great he’d be the highest 
his battle standards on display.             
He ruled with iron hand on staff          
as a Godhead he was portrayed.           
Most mighty and acclaimed, no man
was he, who felled the Hittite chaff;    
beneath his chariots wheels flayed      
the denizens of Egypt’s land.

Worshiped was he in temples true
his semblance graces Abu Simbel       
with eyes wide o’er lake so blue
his gaze belays the infidels.  
Beside him she, Nefertari
laid claim to a sacred place
held above all others his wife
most renowned for her beauty
a love to last through time and space
may all true hearts pay such tariff.


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Epitaph | |

telex-visual vogue

tourist toned telephones 
in telex-visual vogue,
forged ahead with chorus lines 
upon the glass housed road, 
eagles eyed the farrowed glen 
that reason disinclined,
signed unto, yet not beyond, 
the elbow let aside, 
parachutes and paratroops 
stood silent up the mouth, 
guys and dolls to half head halls, 
struck match led tens in truth, 
smoke screened years had passed in tears, 
or days that spoke in tongues, 
courteous to those involved, 
yet subservient to none…  


Details | Pastoral | |

The Lord Is Poetry To Me




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

The Lord is Poetry
He is Poetry to Me
In a enameled and
Amazing way,
      ------
He is the voice of Eternity 
He is here to-day
      ------
He come's here to-day'
          - To -
Write down name's
Making sure not to
Duplicate the same
Fore there is only
One Soul to one name
Even though they may
Posses' the same surname
      ------
And to each one Spirit
With only one Heart
That which be-sets'
Them apart....
Fore the Human Heart
Is some-thing special
They determine where
The Melding will start
      -------
He writes' the name's
Of people in Life
Whom hath toiled and
Endured the stench and strife
In order that He may assured them
The amenities' of ever abundant life
      ------
Then there is of course those
Who have been there
And has to meet the " CUT '
Twice......

                  GF 


Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

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

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

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

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Senryu | |

Spring Break -Part 2-

I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!


Details | Rhyme | |

Can You See

Can you See
By Kevin Robey
November 24, 2013

Can you see my heart it's reviewing
Mirrored windows every day they sing
Suspicious car wreck I’m leaving behind
If this is my death, at least I’m not blind

Can you see my mind it's retracing
Wind up rag dolls without springs
Reciting lines I should have said
Yielding tears I refused to shed

Can you see my soul it's reclaiming?
Every day the phone didn’t ring
Mistakes I made will never say
She remolded my soul like clay

Can you see my eyes refocusing?
Happy thoughts that passion brings
To find again the truth within
I’ll re-emerge where I begin

*listening to...
["Affection" by Crystal Castles]


Details | I do not know? | |

Never to be Found

Love can be killed by a Dagger

Love can be Risen like a Rose

Love can be Healed

Love can be Broken

Love can Shine like the Sun in the midest of the day.

Love can be Shattered like Glass

Love can be Shadowed by Hate

Love is Desireble

Love can be Miserable

Love ... 
Love is Love

My Love is Lost with my Heart and my Mind in a Forest, Never or will Ever be found.

By: Angel4eva
Plzz comment if u like my poem and plzzz rate

(plzz comment if u like my poem... thank u for reading)


Details | Personification | |

My Dreams






      ******

 All of My Dreams'
Should not be beset
       Upon Me....
           But,
All of the inclinations'
         Of GOD
   And what is to be....


               GF


Details | Personification | |

Step by Step

Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay.
Here and there but everywhere astray.
 
Tick tack I am going to laugh at that.
On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat.
 
Jump started or kick started my day has begun.
I’m holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run.
 
Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do?
Run all over the galaxies in search of you?
 
Shucks you mucks, I’d do it all over again.
But from time to time you stop when I begin.
 
It’s a life of life’s bundling into one row.
Yet it is step by step in which it can grow.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Epigram | |

The Uncertain Future pt 2

and i shall share the experience of my dream, my fortitude to accept the----"Uncertain
Future."
  "Yes I would, and if I could and had to face the world alone, and if it would......surily
O'Wise Owl did promise me that it is all good and as well as it should.
I would invite to the table of brotherhood only dreamers, "who believes in a dream,
and the interpertation shall reveal amongst the clouds....that the tomorrows of our
wakeup is prove possitive that motivation is a tool to have one to explore the serenity
of the indepthness of ones mind of somehow the day's and nites are not always as
bleek as it may seem, but peaches & cream...there is hope beyond the horizone and
this hope is what is to believe to be outcome of the outcry of the...{Rapture}.  And
from this..."let us all band together of the possibilities for...(Joyfullness) and Peace..{!!}
"The Uncertain Future..??"


Details | Free verse | |

Candra and Idunn

There he stands across from her,
                With the invisible wall between them, 
                          Knowing that chance to be together would be the cost of deat,.
                                   So they stand apart from one another in two different dimensions,
     That neither can reach,
         Never will he touch her Beautiful  face,
             That shines like the moon in the swallowing darkness, 
                Never will there lips touch that he has kissed many lifetimes before,
 
Never will she feel the warmth of his love, 
      Which once sustained the lonely coldness of her empty heart,
          Never will their bodies touch with the fiery passion they longed for, 
              These desire have been has denied in this lifetime,
                        And powerless to change their own destiny,
                             They stand apart whispering the word of love.


Details | Lyric | |

Stop and think

Every time I start to act, You pull me back. I'm amazed by it, You make me stop and think. Stop all the hurt, Think of the good. Stop all the pain, Think of the better. The way you change me is like a magic trick only you can preform. The way I love the change you made on me is like a love that only I can express to you. Every kiss I take, You give back. I'm in love with it, You are all I ever needed. Stop nothing you do, Think of all we've been through. Stop nothing we are, Think of what we got here so far


Details | Epic | |

Citadel Heart


I am just a beating heart
red from the start and damned with a dream
a spiking scream upon the Hope and Hell seam,
the world passes through me, revealing suffering and the heavenly,
I make a scene, as I put together my pump, thump and bump melody
a feather on fire for the fortune of creativity, for you, my vicious vitality,

Just a beating heart I am
bleached bright by the balm of calm kisses,
quickened by the kick of Passion's lick, thick on the senses,
I get fattened on fast lust, valves bulging, arteries divulging my truest wishes
drenched I am in cherry jam, as Love's current cracks the dam
the gush and rush, pooling plushly, a sweet span
learn to share I know I can,

Just a beating heart I am
wrenched by the warfare of savage offenses, demonic curses,
a pillar of flame in the face of Hate's hurricane, avenging abuses,
of lies and lynchings I have no use, with a Rebel beat I use no ruses,
for all I've done no sham excuses, totally loyal to my Divine Muses,
I have survived artful assassins and the gravest depressions, felt how anger bemuses,
of others' I have punctured and captured without desire to harm,
and I have been ruptured, fluttered and raptured by the sexiest charm,

I am a beating heart, like you,
wet and red, defying dread, blessed with you, Beauty full fed -

J.A.B.


Details | Epic | |

Sinful Saint

Yeah I walk around life waitng for death/ 
I live in constant despair looking to be blessed/ 
Lies over truth around here always seem to infect/ 
The more sin I get in life the more saintly I seems less/ 
Im trapped in same dark place ;looking for a lighter quest 
I try and live a life full of goodness still trapped in badness I am yet to confess/
 I try and hold onto what seems like something but theres nothing really but family left/
 I know I am not he best, nor am I like the rest/ 
I know I can master checkers but still downed in chess/. 
I got to clean up my act because my life is a mess/ 

I patiently sit back while I ponder life for death and I wait/ 
I might as well look for something simple because I never find nothing great/ 
I struggle to stay under love and over my own hate/ 
I try and be real with others when to my own self I stay fake/ 
I feel life obstacles jolt my ambition like a chain that never breaks/ 
I want less more in life yet as a daily sinner I continue to both physically and mentally take/
 I try and change my dark ways but still struggle at the fact that it might be too late/
 I usaully catch myself complaining when infact I should be thankful for whats on my plate/
 I usually hang onto the past and get scared of the future when I should worry about today/
 I going to be that better man for my child because that sinner no longer in my heart I aint/
 Sometimes in life we all struggle until we strive, but until then Im trapped between a young lost SINFUL SAINT........


Details | Epic | |

Harmony 69 movement 5




Will you burn the earth`s  skin  to glass?. 

Yet, right there , in Harmony of `69
I bent  in adoration 
before the dusky pearl of your forehead
the soft slopes of your never-ending body
shifting under a sea of blankets
Oh! treasure of treasures !
sparkling 
to life 
love
in the inner-sanctum of the 
tent-temple of my emerald heart,
filling it with that attar fragrance , 
that compassionate smile,
that yearning voice,
quieting my storm 
urging me 
to swim your sultry sea.

How could the world ever be the same again ? 

Outside,
rooted like stark brood of  the Black stone ,
rocks parried thuddingly the capricious charge of waves
and subdued the swell and swirl of a dark ,disturbed sea.

The summer night was short
and I      
cleaved to you like a calf to its mother.
Your dark-eyed nipples breasted the blanket ,
occulting the coarseness of Harmony .
We rocked to cradle the peace in the galaxy, 
with  love milking the way
to the morning star .


Winking over the mount, 
Venus caught us intertwined ,
drooling like babes, 
sated
I, summer cloud paramour of 
you Landie ,
altar of my sensuous sacrifice
sweet naos forever  
Yolande
briefly
undraping your  
compassionate cosmic essence 
for a gallant stripling 
starving for affirmation.

  
Awed,
i nested in mouths 
harmonizing
now enchanting,
now strident symphonies, 
keen enough to split  
chaos  
into mutual opposites 
that grappled , grinded and finally clashed ,
giving birth to a higher union. 

I tattoo your name , Landie, on the stretched skin of the earth.
I pullulate the waves in your name 
sackbutting the syllables   
till tremolo breaks it breathlessly to foam   
on the glistening beach of your belly   
Wrinkles I didgeridoo into the dark blanket of our night,
stringing out your diadem of stars  
I spiral you stately across my deep. 


Breaking away
reluctantly
from the tug of your knees
i trolled our anchor through  love`s flow 
girding it close to my wound-up heart.

"Go now love….spare me a thought "
 Your voice and a gentle seabreeze wafted me out.

Diving at dawn with a whale of love
between waking dunes 
capped by sourfigs , bleary-eyed revellers,
the blue-blue sky warbled
“one and one and one is three
One thing you got know ,is you got to be free
Come together, right now , over me.”

.				


Details | Free verse | |

The Same Reservation Road

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

eyes of a wise love

Pain is the voice commanding you to the hollow caves of 
suffering, to remain sane she needs to touch feeling secure in this lifetime her 
tension begats the purest love, passionate treasure seem forbidden in the 
land of the lost, allow me to retreat your memory from the 
deceptive knowledge that has shackled a once spirited soul, with a tender kiss at 
the sweetest point of your defense resilence serves as royalty catapulting the 
volumes of your beauty, surely goodness and mercy rest within the blink of 
your eyes, evident is the strength of your character enhanced by 
bravery and sacrifice that have masked the lifelong journey you thought to be 
disastrous, the rays of the sun cast out anew light of motivation in this recovery of love a 
protected creation is now her guided conscience, a soothing rebirth of 
life.


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Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


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A Reflection

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake. 
A reflection to appear. 
For the ripples of life is nearly here. 

This person staring back at me. 
I do not know. 
Is it me?
Or is it someone else. 

The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms. 
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love. 

This journey we are given. 
To find ourselves and what we believe in. 
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me. 

Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. 
I will live in this world to make people believe. 
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?

Don't we need that too?
Of course we do. 
The balance of nature and life is necessary 
And without it, we are nothing. 

Imagine the whole universe, 
We are only a tiny grain of sand. 
But even the littlest person can make a difference. 
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with. 

This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious. 
And the whole world will see me for who I am. 


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WOE Is The Children



      ------

From the beginning and
For the end
In the name of the
Lord and Our Savior
Where dose it end
      ----
Their are such things'
They limit our behavior
No one is free
     ------
There is this menace
They call ' ADHD '
It could happen to you
It could happen to me
      ------
Fore it is a Menace
      ------
       - In -
The name of the Lord
And God is with Thee
      ----
But, this thing can be attributed
To you
It could be attributed to me
It is only a matter of time
Then We shall see....
      ------
But, now their is a
New Human Condition
That should matter to
You and me
They call it " ADHD "
      ------
They call it " ADHD '
That is what they say//
It affect our children
All that We can do is pray
     ------
And to Thee
I say, AMEN
      ------
INTRUSIVE
BOUNDRIES
TEMPERTANTRUM
DEFIANT
CONTEMPT
ANGRY
SCREAMING
VIOLENANCE
SELF-CONSUMING
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE
    ------
Just to name a few
    ------
If you have any of these
Then you will have
ADHD TOO.....
      ------
What do We assume
We do so many of these
If you sleep with DOG's
Then you wil wake up'
     With fleas'
But, We don't seem
To have that disease
     ------
So, think of the Children
Give them some room
Fore they watch us every-day
Then they go out to play
Say, If they were to IMULATE
Us, Then they woud have
' ADHD ' any way.....

               GF


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Fired Up

Fired Up

Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It’s my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. 
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.

Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights’ grip… 
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.

Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. 
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.

He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time,  then a miraculous silence remained…

My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life… 


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i am

i am not weak 
just because im not a man 
i have seen men beg 
and plead
i have seen them on their knees 
i have seen them act like boys 
and fight when they freed
i am a woman 
with unspeakable needs
i have suffered enough 
for youre obsinities
i am back with avengence 
hear me roar 

hold on ... didnt i tell u this before


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Broken yet Bound

Yeah I know my life may be broken but yet my purpose in my life is still bound/ 
Im picked up by Jesus everytime Im lower than dirt burriend alive underneath the ground/ I look for signs, I look for meanings, I try and hear something great but cant hear no sounds/ 
I look like S&^t, I look like a clown/ 
I know life aint no joke, aint no game because a lot people I seen last decade and last year are no longer around./
 I was lost in lies until I found truth, I was lost in prison until appreciating freedom in me was found./
 IM know I still got purpose for broken life that is bound...........


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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


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the clock is ticking

I awake and i see the sunrise just as you do. 
But at times i feel these clouds cover my mind. 
My desire fades and i long to sleep. 
Why won't you come and lay beside me? 
I feel like it's time to save someone. 
To save myself. 
Come. 
Place your hand in my hand. 
Wear your heart on your sleeve. 
I guarantee that i will guard it with my life. 
Can't you see that i'm here to serve my purpose?
 Born an bred an optimist. 
I became a chosen pessimist. 
I wandered down a broken path. 
Unbreak my heart. 
I'll show you something that will last. 
Forever. 
Take a breath. 
This is all that i have left. 
Broken promises have left me scarred. 
Tragedy has locked me behind these iron bars. 
Come set me free. 
Give me something to believe in and i'll show you a bleeding heart. 
Full of passion. 
My patience has worn thin. I've been abandoned. 
Lead astray. 
Now take my hand. 
Let's walk this way. 
You are the sun and you are the stars that wipe away the clouds. 
You are the drug that keeps me calm and sane. 
A light in this darkened world. 
The Hell i have created for myself. 
The trials and tribulations that have left me scathed. 
All the times i have been betrayed. 
Trust lost. 
I know you are not the same. 
Trust in me as i have trusted in you. 
I'll take your hand and no longer tremble in fear. 
I'm not asking for much. 
Just for a few moments to pick up the pieces. 
The clock is ticking. 
Distance has separated itself from me. 
As you draw near i have nothing to fear but fear itself. 
What is there to believe? 
Have faith. 
Find hope. 
Believe in something. 
Someone. 
Do something with the cards you have been dealt. 
Make a move. 
The only thing you have to lose is time. 
A restless soul. 
Sleepless nights have taken their toll. 
Break the cycle. 
This is our time to pursue the hopes and dreams you have held close. 
The hour glass is spilling. 
Look me in the eyes. 
This is our time to rise. 
You are a friendly face in the crowd. 
Hear my heart beat loud. 
You have repaired the damage. 
Let's take advantage of the time placed in front of us.


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READY TO FIGHT

before many of us chose to walk on a sanctified journey in life
we were always frustrated, discombobulated and looking for a fight
the kind of fight that was fueled by jealousy, pettiness, anger and/or greed
but now as disciples of Christ we fight for honor, a cause or a need
no longer do we fight using profanity, knives, fists or guns
we now fight with weapons that are spiritual ones
we no longer look for excuses not to get involved with a cause
we no longer allow the hopeless opinions of others to make us stop and pause
if you can't help just don't hinder and don't hurt those who are ready to fight
get out of the way and allow God's people to do what is good and right

when those of us who share a common pain are more than willing to lend a hand
that's when you encounter the haters who will try to impede your plans
hate is that emotion that everyone has experienced at least once in life
hate is a demonic spirit that does nothing but cause havoc and strife
hate is within each of us but we all don't let it manifest
for as true children of the most high God we know that we are blessed
hate comes from that inner fear caused by not being in the know
but you can't allow fear to turn into hate just let the God in you now show
for fear can paralyze, it can traumatize, fear can make you become paranoid
fear can make you ill, it can take away your will and make you null and void

we know that as disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ
everyday we are in the fight of our lives
as the devil will try to intercede and give you a short term loss of memory
so make sure you pray everyday to be reminded of the God who gave life to thee
for God can take that hate and turn it into kindness
God can take that fear and render it spineless
God gave you the power to fight for what you believe
God gave you the ability to fight for what you can achieve
so are you ready to fight in order to be set free?
are you ready to fight for a cause and your family?

Nehemiah and his men attempted to rebuild those torn down walls
when the haters came around hoping they would stumble and fall
but the Spirit revealed to them what the haters had planned
so Nehemiah and his men were ready and prepared to take their stand
they were ready to fight to protect and defend those walls
they were ready to fight so that their work would not be stalled
ready to fight, ready to fight for righteous cause
no time to ponder, nor procrastinate and no time to stop and pause 



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Angel

                                                                   Angel

From a distance the sound of feathers 
A whole host of words often whispered
As if you haven't already heard his saving message
In bitter silence we slowly become unshackled
From this lying bitter place of cold ego's
Then angel spreads her wings out on windows peak
She then keeps silent from inside her swell;
At its cold whispers haunting to dwell
Many keep to themselves not wanting to be alone
Then a cold chill sends a rage down my spine tingling like off the vine
In time the sun heats up out on waters edge devides
Many a demon would so often run away & hide
Angels totally surrenders out on its night scene
A brandished web of forbidden design,
For some the angel would lie in wait to deceive
In triumphant sounds of musical magestic beings light the scene
We our still here to help egnite its flame
While the entire world outside lies helplessly insane
Out on its playing field some have no game,

When our generation dies so does the other,
The angel of darkness will seek to inhabit its light
Shackled from a memory on a certain quest nor plight


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Sweet Surrender

A sweet grain
Softly tasted upon my life
Turned over in my body
To enhance, increase, its longevity

Beginning to dissolve 
Wishing it’d stay
Slowly gone
A small taste lingers

Moments pass
The memory of deliciousness escapes
A craving formulates
A need, a want, an essential

This time it’s different
One grain is not enough
A more fulfilling amount is needed
To sate my hunger

An addiction forms
Repeated actions and results
Until the resource disappears
In the end rehabilitation

Relapse shifts life
The bliss outweighs consequences
Its flavor engulfs me
Unable to escape this love


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Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

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

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

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


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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 | Epic | |

pull though

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


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Our QT Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… 
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.

Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Ataratic Tempest"

The passion that comes
When greeted by a storm
Is nothing I can explain
The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning
Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body
Making my every nerve numb
As the light flickers
And the thunder claps
I can feel my heart beat faster
The rain on the roof 
Like a drum
Sends my body in a rhythmic dance
The wind is my partner
As I float around
Above the ground
Leaving my worries behind


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


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Life In Transition

By Laura Dee
November 15, 2014

When I held your hand
Did you ever understand?
Could it be the way our stars align?
I prooved to be your tragic design

Did it ever show in my eyes
I could have been the perfect bride
Never thought it'd be that way
I would've had much more to say

Could I ever be as you are?
Couldn't be much more bizarre
Did you see the pain in my eyes?
See through my perfect alibis?

For you the makeup is your face
To them it's my mark of disgrace
When all you want falls out of reach
Identity is constantly breached

The fear on your face leaches out
The seeds of doubt that suddenly sprout
Growing hate when the skies are grey
Loving yourself despite what they say

Maybe one day I'll find they're right
Their way may too hard to fight
But that will be the day that I die
The final bed on which I lie

I'm begging you to save me please
Laura Dee; the man I'll never be
My breath is cold as the coming winter snow
My heart is no longer six feet below

For the first time at night
I might be all right
Hope might be the only word
To finally stray from the mindless herd
...
I open my Virgin eyes to spotless sunshine
Now that I know her warm lips are mine
She is just like me; so free from our disease
Destinies for memories between the burning trees


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Open Up Your Heart

I’ll catch you before you run away
Open up the corridor of my mind’s eyes
Gottah wake up…
Gottah wake up
Gottah wake up and sift out these lies
Don’t run away…
Don’t run away…
Don’t run away this fine day, no one says their goodbyes

Open up your heart 
Open up your heart 
Open up your heart to me and I’ll see your significance
Open up…open up…I know it’s difficult, but it’s meant to be
To open up…open up…you’re like a house without an entrance
You’re like a locked door and I foolishly lost the key

These scars won’t heal at all,
Can’t help but be in this helpless state
The stars dim when city lights illuminate 
Hold on to the bars – hold on to me, my love
I’ll try to mend your scars – I’ll fix your broken wing, my dove
Please wait for me till the dawn burns like Mars
It won’t harm us, my angel, casting miracles upon me from above

No one utters a word
No one utters a word
No one waves their goodbyes
Flee like a bird
Flee like a bird
Flee like a blue jay, 
Floating approvingly in this very hour…
It seems to be nighttime, kicking in
That very absurd… but I won’t be sour 
Just keep flapping those wings and let the flight begin
I’m shattered today…
By your senseless, unforeseen absence 
Might as well fly away
Into the clouds, absorbing penitence  

Open up your heart 
Open up your heart
Take heart! Take heart! 
Don't be cruel-hearted
Open up your heart
Release your warmth 
Embrace me with arms wide open
Arms wide open 
Arms wide open
Open up your heart  
Open up your heart to me and you’ll soon find your sovereignty
Open up…open up…I know it’s difficult, but it’s worth the price
To open up…open up…you’re like a giver than gives halfheartedly 
You’re like a wolf in sheep’s clothing – you never take anyone’s advice 

The night devours the day 
The day bows down to the night
Can’t help but be overwhelmed with dismay 
You’re a candle in the dark; you’re my reliable compass,
All throughout the night, you make me feel alright
Feel alright...I needed your guidance
Your guidance...to protect me from the hungry wolves,
Looking for their prey - those puny sheep
Oh! I can't see! It's pitch dark in here
My heart is racing rapidly with endless fear
But, God will bless me with his miracles in no time
Wait till great fate falls upon us...it will be so, so sublime!!
Revealing to me the right pathway beyond the abyss
Hold on to the rope of hope – hold on to me, my love

I’ll try to mend your scars as soon as possible 

If I had healing powers, none of this would be impossible


Details | Senryu | |

' Kept Light On ... ' 46th Senryu

‘ Kept Light On … ’      46th  Senryu


      He Left The Light On …
So, We Could Find Our Way Home
     Look Up, Before Gone …


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Draconian I

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

American dream

A father of five a husband to one
Family comes first second to none
I strive to be great at whatever I do
I am destine to leave good impressions on you
I have traveled a road bumpy at times
I got through my pain with a few snazzy lines
I have used paper as a counselor for quite a while
I have even masked pain with a slightly fake smile
Inside I feel as though I am misunderstood
I hate feeling bad I want to feel good
But I wake up every day with the same outlook on life
I have my 4 kids and a beautiful wife
She helps me remember why I am alive
My boys give me strength needed to get up and drive
Family has been my biggest accomplishment to date
When it comes to being there for them I am never late
Although at times I struggle to for reasons to live
I continue to look for ways I can give
I have recently met men who would kill to have what I do
I have recently learned there always someone in a worse place than you
I yet continue to struggle and plainly understand
How life becomes all about money and its demand
Without money there is no freedom even in the USA
But yet people jump the borders even as bad as it is today
Our economy holding no punches knocking many families out
Leaving even our government filled with doubt
So why keep striving why stand tall
My wife and kids, I won’t let them fall
I refuse to be a victim of stress and depression
I will keep fighting my way through this recession
Although they say it over it doesn’t appear that way to me
I want to believe the American dream is still possible for me


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Boyfriend-Girlfriend Relationships

Everybody knows that all of the boyfriends and girlfriends are deeply in love with each other. 
It's been going on since the beginning of the 18th century. All loving relationships between a 
boyfriend and a girlfriend consists of caring, communicating, sharing, and stuff. I know that if a 
guy was to get this girl to be his real-life girlfriend and this girl was to get this guy to be her real-
life boyfriend, they should promise that they wouldn't cheat on each other with the others, 
even if this guy is as attractive as the other guy and this girl is as attractive as the other 
female. everybody should know that they mustn't take each other for granted because they 
need each other in need. I guess love has a way to keep two people together. Now I know 
what all boyfriend-girlfriend relationships are all about. These relationships are all about being 
honest with each other and trusting each other, especially when a guy and a girl are trusting 
each other with their hearts and souls. Love isn't just a four-letter word for all couples, it's a 
special feeling between two lovers. I hope they don't break up. I also hope I find a real-life 
girlfriend of my own. But if all boyfriend-girlfriend relationships were to end, their hearts will be 
broken, leaving them in a depressive state. But if all boyfriend-girlfriend relationships were to 
stay stronger than ever, there's no telling what great thing might happen for both lovers next. I 
hope these boyfriend-girlfriend relationships don't end in multiple break-ups.


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A SECOND TOUCH

In the process of healing a man in Bethsaida who was blind
Jesus had to touch him for a second time
most healings that Jesus performed didn't require all that much
no more than a prayer, a word or the power in His garments when touched
omnipotent is our Savior whose mercy is so great
sometimes a healing would occur just by someone having faith
no great effort did He exert when healing time after the time
but on this occasion a second touch was needed to heal the blind

Bethsaida was a town that was cold to the Gospel
where the atmosphere for spirituality was virtually impossible
yet we seem to have a Bethsaida mentality in today's society
where hope and faith are not prevalent in the hearts of humanity
but God has the power to turn the situation around
He can take a Bethsaida mind set and put it on sacred ground
from horror to holy from darkness to light
from faithless to faithful from wrong to right
from stubborn to obedient from meek to bold
God can give a second touch and His power will manifold

now Jesus was one who always pushed the boundaries
and there's nothing that He wouldn't do to save humanity
yet people will stay blind if they're unwilling to trust in Him totally
and if He has to put spit on your eyes so what now you can see
we need to get off our high horses and stop acting like snobs
as trying to keep up with the Jones will result in God being robbed
we need to stop treating each others as objects or things
where if you're not wealthy of famous by the world you're not even seen

sometimes a second touch is what is required 
for the holy power of God to get the results it desires
sometimes a second touch is needed to jump start one's heart
to keep one from becoming a member of the dearly depart
and after that second touch the blind man could now see
as many things in life a second touch is what needs to be

the first touch from God may open your eyes
but the second touch will awaken you to realize
what is your purpose your reason for being
on the right road of life now clearly seeing
a second touch from God might be just what you are needing
to get you motivated towards the life you should be leading
a second touch from God might be just what is required
for you to become that disciple compelled by spiritual desire
a second touch from God might be what you need to begin
on the road of life that is one free from sin


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The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



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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 






 


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Sincere Beauty

She stands there with a 
perpetual magnitude,
Vibrant as an orchid; tranquil 
like a summer breeze.
With a gracious smile she 
opened heaven gates.
My heart pounds with anxiety 
as I gazed into her eyes.
Immensely captivating like dark 
hooks for the soul.
Absorbed by her beauty, my 
mind ponders in soliloquies.
Her iris blooms sincerity 
I see my future in an instant
Tethered to faith, we become 
one in the eyes of our God.


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The Atonement




******The Lord is his favorite.....******

Where ARE you?
On the atonement 
Metter....
This is alway's done
      By appointment
So, don't be a cheater
      ------
Do you come in Dead Last
Or did you not remember
You forgott your past...
      ------
Or do you need so much
As a looking Glass
To show you the reason
Why those who are destined
Always' come in last
This is usually done by Menions'
It happens' so fast
      ------
Or, do you seek
Absolution and hope
That it should part
With Trinity serving
As a Foot-note:
While you draw straws'
Or the pick of the lott....
      ------
Or, need I just not ask
Fore it will never last
The price was paid by Jesus
He gave us a free pass...
     ------
Fore their are now those
Who gather to the MASS
And to participate in Prayer
How long shall it last
Fore they are Gods' Children
            - And -
The resolution is clear....
      ------
All week they did "Fast"
      ------
They gathered all around
In Legion's did they be-fall
To deem doth' reconing'
For what they had lost
When the little Chid Jesus
Accended the 'CROSS'
To redeem doth' the Lord
      ------
But, He was already there
Ready to receive their Call
Where the voice to revelations'
Would consume us all
      -----
This was a call to God!


              GF


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Dovers Road - Scottish lowlands




We stroll old Dovers Road a novel in simplistic grace narrow our worries fleeting wide our life divine Hills mimic song softly of purple hue and emerald flight winding rivers weep at twilight of love surrender passion fear defined in solitude sway silhouette an endless warmth refined I dare turn away this moment gone _____________________________ We daunder auld Dovers Road a novel in simplistic grace narraw uir worries flettin' wide uir life divine Hills mimic sang softly ay purple hue and emerald flecht windin' rivers weep at twilecht ay loove surrender passion fear defined in solitude sway silhooette an endless warmth refined Ah daur turn awa' thes moment gain _____________ Scottish Style


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Message to GOD

Forgive me father for i have sinned, bless me for i have repented.
Now i truly know the power of the lord upon this blessed land
I have seen this worlds true colours. For these people there is hope.

The gardens of earth watered with the blood of tyrants.
Leveled out by the sweat of heroes.

I hear your name whisperd through the wind.
like chinese whispers, it gets mislead and twisted.

I see your image perfectly crafted upon each of us.

You give us a spirit, you guide it. but like a feather in the wind it blows off course
We are brought into the world, being told lie after lie, subliminal messges are the truth.
We stumble across the truth by mistake but we ignore it, asif it were not there.

We live in a time of need, we need our gaurdian angel to continue to guide us.
To guide us through the dark world of decietfulness,
To keep us warm from the cold hatred thrown upon us,
To shelter us from the hailstorm of lies.

People are losing hope, they no longer believe,
but i have not given up.

We need you to return to help bring the world back to order,
I'll travel to the far ends of the world to discover the truth,
I'll sail the bluest of sea's to find peace,
I'll fly through the clearest of skys, fluffiest of clouds to find out what awaits me in heaven


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Pokepoem

Here I go to catch em all
I'll prove myself to be the best
If I only thow my pokeball
I know that I will pass the test

150 is where it all began
though now it's gone astray
so 150 is my only plan
This I've decided is my fray

Twisting my cap backwards
I'll toss out my need to battle
Maybe I will fall forwards
My resolve you cannot rattle

To train them has been my cause
and I will travel across the lands
There is no time for me to pause
I only need some helping hands

Here I go to catch em all
I'll prove myself to be the best
If I only throw my pokeball
I know that I will pass the test 


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Pandora's Box – sonnet

Who would have thought, when Epimetheus
Had seen the utmost beauty sent by gods,
He would not listen to Prometheus,
And keep his hands away? What were the odds?
Because of him, we now have amongst us
All evil things, from pain to very death,
From anger up to illness, and, alas,
From greed up to the envy's stinking breath...
But also, due to him and his embrace
Of warm desire for the beauty found,
When sweet Pandora opened up her case
And all the blights kept spreading all around,
We have one tiny, fragile, magic rope,
That keeps us going on forever: HOPE.


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Honor of Friendship-Part One

08/20/2012
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In glowing light you saturate them in words of precious gold, honors adorned by you electing them to be your true friends. Telling me that you adore them, love them, so; that they listen quite often to what you say, that you can tell them anything without fear of them judging you and all the while I listen to such high praise. As you bestow upon them the highest honor one can receive from you-the gift of true friends- I listen, but I can’t help it as my mind wonders ‘where do I fit among those you praise’? Between the lines I remain, unsure as to where I truly belong.
Can I find myself; the monster, the witch, amongst these silver knights of yours, or shall I stay hidden, beside myself watching, loving, caring for you from afar?
I never really know just where I stand; I don’t know what or who I am to you.
But on you go about them, your true, amazing friends as I listen, secretly listening wish I too, could make you so happy. I hope that maybe someday, you will see just what you mean to me, that you’ll understand you are my one true friend-My best friend. The only one who has stayed by my side? And I’ll continue to listen to you. Continue to read all you write for the others, and I’ll continue to give you all I have until you hold the entirety of my heart in your hand until there’s nothing more of me but emptiness and all I have you shall receive, as it’s reserved for just you until the very last breath I have leaves me.
Never will you really know how your lack of words is so much louder than any words that could ever be spoken. But still I keep everything for you because you are everything to me-my best friend, the only one to have ever stuck around…I so wish I could do the same, but I am not like the others. I am the nothing that fills the empty space around you, the nothing that hovers and clings to you like a leech. I am a nobody, a nothing but a ‘someone’…
A someone unknown to most, a someone who cannot express a damned thing in a way that makes sense.
But still I sit by you, I stand by your side and hope you know I am here for you; always here forever. If ever you need someone to lean on, someone to carry you up the mountain of turmoil…I will.


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Love

Love Is What Every One Feels But
Is The Love Real Or Even If It Is Fake
Love Comes In Many Forms And Shapes 
Many People Feel It AT The Same Time
Love Is Sweet At Times AT Times
It Is Sad Love Is On The Way To
The Top Of The World That Is
Why It Is Called Love.


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Einherjar

 
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar


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Are We Soul Mates

Everyone has a soul mate; Are you with yours?

Is it fate, Predetermined?

Is it possible to pass them by accidentally and stupidly, Or can it be fixed? 

Is there a too late, Or can destiny take hold and fix it before our days end? 

How can we know for sure? 

And if not, why do we bother to believe in love or fate? To pass time,

even though we know that apart we can never really and truly be happy,

Or is that a price we have to pay in order to not sacrifice anyone's feelings? 

I guess eventually we will all lose in the end. Is the price too much to pay?

I guess there can be no wrong or right answer, 

But we may always wonder now,   Wont we?
 
A part of me screams forget it, And another part cries no,

And although curiosity killed the cat, I am insanely curious.





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You're My Plague

You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart throbs in unease You carry me off to a far-off island Your breeze keeps me flowin’…scraping sand Your names escapes my lips I tell myself, “Get a grip, dude…” But you decided to intrude... My blood drips to the floor I’ve been losing balance… The instant you pushed me aside Your quietude devours me… I can’t help, but hide… I feel horribly disheartened…feelin’ too insignificant To start my day with a good note Too discouraged to be motivated to run… You trade me your pain in the past I consume it like a bear My stomach is churning persistently…you’re running too fast… I’m dowsed in despair My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility Your dreams caress my own… This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone I’m under your dazzlin’ spell… This is heaven – not living hell! I’ve been bruising myself over you…for a while now The moment you abandoned me that night… Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind… I think better of you – everything’s black and white I feel so exquisite when I’m around you… So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise… But I still feel malnourished… By your sweltering disease My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees I’m stumbling off my feet – I’m not at all pleased I’m not in the mood to be teased… I’m suffering…I’m not discreet How did you push me off my feet? Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete? You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees You carry me away to an unknown place Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face I’ve faced you way too many times – Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace


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hello Jesus I'm Johnny Cash

                         
                         hello Jesus I’m Johnny Cash
                         its been a long and winding dusty road
                         that I have traveled to get here
                         I know that I have stepped off 
                         the right path a few times in my life
                         but I have known and loved you since 
                         I was just a little boy
                         I really hope that that counts for something
                         in my life I have tried to do the best I can
                         to help and be of comfort to my fellow man 
                         by my deeds and my songs 
                         the talent that you gave to me
                         I pray I have used it well and made you proud
                         singing for my supper in the beginning was not easy for me  
                         one of the greatest gifts that I ever received from you
                         and I believe that you had something to do 
                         with finding the love of my life my wife June
                         I thank you for that gift that changed me for the better
                         June was the wind beneath my wings
                         I have always known she was an angel 
                         from heaven you sent to me
                         I stand before you at the gates of heaven 
                         a humble man with hat in hand
                         my hope is that you will let me into heaven
                         and be invited to join your band

                        
                         
                         
                         
                         
                       
                        
                         
                       
                          
                        
                         
                        
                         
                        
                  
                         
            


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A righteous man

        A righteous man
I see a man standing,
From a distance,
his words,
Sound so pure,

He speak with a message,
To any soul willing,

He wear no long gown,
No cross around his cest,
No book on his hands,
Only read from his mind,

He  no long bear,
Under his jaw,
His head are not covered,
He got no temple,
Or, pulpit,
No picture of a saint,
in his living room,
No status of a god,
in his garden,

Still he gave,
a moral thought of wisdom,
In his message,
he never teach of,
a hell or a heaven,

The fruit of peace, 
he represent,
Through his actions,

Always he teach,
how great is life
With love,

All time,
 he calls for unity,
He got a vision,
 about the universe,
Like a clear reflection,
 his mission is clear,

With his message,
he saves souls,
from confusion,
I wonder who is this man?
Here My instinct spoke to me,
Saying........,
He is,
A righteous man.


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The Last Wall

The Last Wall
By Kevin Robey
January 8, 2014

Captive in the grips of the oncoming downpour
He ventures into a scene drawn before him
Found the reasons to continue his current course
Back when he is young, where all dreams begin

Gripping the wheel of his war-torn Cadillac
Not caring if headlights stay on the broken path
Faster and faster the words he’ll never take back
Flashing in seams of imaginary cracks in the math

The rain pelting down on the hood with countless holes
Shot-out memories drain the gleam of the falling sea
Still he ventures through the road that once took his soul
Faith-based leap to this place plagued with uncertainty

Supernatural the way these wheels stay true
No rubber to grab the light between potholes
Still they keep reaching for something new
Speeding on through the darkness in his soul

The gates waiting ahead like teeth from diamond sins
His blood that was spilled over reasons still unknown
No restrain in place to slow his descent within
Faster and faster to where no lights are shown

The fear in his eyes betray his steady, able hands
Never knowing the way through this mile-high wall
His hands that stayed when he lost his final stand
Still shifting their way through his darkest falls

Picking up speed, the wall so tall it fills the sky
Front wheels picking up from the broken ground
Puts the pedal on the floor without asking why
Knowing beyond the walls the truth to be found

Crashing through the wall chaos falls like hail
Sprawling debris from casualties stay behind
Briefly bittersweet thoughts flash to unveil
Headfirst into the wheel by the crashes grand design

Bright lights wake him with blood in his chest
Heartbeat symphonies for the very first time
Bright eyes alive again with no lies to attest
Sun rising high above the crest that it climbed 

Shining in ruins that no longer claim his heart
So he ventures into the streets with no names
Blinding shadows that once tore his soul apart
Back to the light, the road finally his to reclaim

*listening to...*
["Penetration" by Pedro the Lion]


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Jar of Love and such

She walked around this earth with a jar filled with love
Dipping into its commodities when she saw someone in need of

a smile, encouragement, understanding and compassion
Her jar was always running over bringing others satisfaction

Oneday while on a daily routine she saw a tattered old man
Sleeping on a bench, in his right hand he had an aluminum can

She dipped into her jar and pulled out a mysterious note
She had held it for quit sometime a poem she had long ago wrote

She parked her car around the way
It was a cold and rainy November day

Then walked up quietly to this sleeping guy
and suddenly formed tears in her sensitive eyes

She took the poem from out of her jar
Put it inside his portable bar

Then quickly tip towed away
Hoping to God he would read what it had to say

The poem was a love letter to anyone
That had given up on life and had completely shunned

the world out because of many horrible trails
The poem was written to encourage someone and inspire

It was signed with just a smile and a phone number too
A nearby church and rehab center who

Took men in for absolutly free 
helped them to discover who they were really meant to be,

A week later this girl drove that same way
There was no sign of this man she so often saw on that bench during the day

A month later, on a Sunday morning she could not believe her eyes
She was in church and to her surprise

The same old man that had been dirty, drunk and out of social reach
Stood in front of this giant congregation and made a beautiful speech

All bright, clean and with tears in his eyes
He told a story about an angel who stopped him from suicide 

He said there had to be a God for he woke to take his last sip
And in his “jar” of beer he found a poem and decided to read it

And now he had been sober for thirty days
He found his two lost sons and he just wanted to give God praise

This girl and her "jar" never said a word
She just sat in her chair as her soul sang like a bird

So never be afraid to carry goodness in your life jars
For you never know when you may be a persons saving star!!!


Sabina Nicole
Written:1-17-12
Based on The contest :JARS


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The Whores are my Women

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

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

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

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

-10/23/2013


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Tranquility

Introduction: Wonders of the lights, the meditative aurora of the world...


In silenced sleepless nights
They draw me close to them,
Through visionary lands and sights
Of unfulfilled needs, the worldly fame,

Towards a realm without immorality
The immortality of kindness,
The poignant poise of sympathy
Lives be in them, placidness.

Airy lands of the skies
The soundless voice of paradise,
The symbol peace of serenity
Let it be released - Tranquility.


Details | Free verse | |

The offspring of We

We protect the innocence of the humble
Whether city streets or the densest jungle
We dive into the harsh realities of society's poverty
And show its inhabitants the possibilities of luxuries
We breath new life into those thought to be casualties
And abruptly structure their mentalities,
as such to survive any catastrophe
We bring to the darkness the sun 
We
WE
We
We
I alone cant get it done
But a bundling of individuals using vocabulary as weaponry
Are breeding intellectuals that foresee better scenery
We.


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Nightmares and imbetweens

A busted boys heart

Beaten black and blue

His bloody hands pray for help

A cowering child

Shaking by the door

Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help

A woman in fear

She knows her husband will be home

She speaks to the wall that broke her face if anyone will hear her cries for help

                                            “Homo” they say

                                            They want you to hear

                                            Don't feel your pain

                                            They are oh so full of cheer

                                            They will think you're funny

                                            The coolest guy around

                                           All the girls would want you

                                   

       All hands down

Mommy his blue eyes plead

I won't do it again

But you see

She doesn't care

It's not you it's me

Raise that hand again

You will feel relieved

That child loves you

Set him free

                                                                                  She stands with her head held high

                                                                                Hands deep in suds with her face prettied up

                                                                                She thinks he will be pleased

                                                                                He stumbles through the door screaming

                                                                                “What the hell are these?!”

                                                                               He refers to the flowers in the vase by the door

                                                                                “Your son picked those for me

                                                                                It's mother's day you know”

                                                                                “Your no mother you're a whore”

Do you think this is okay?

You're all making mistakes

People should love people not mean harm in any way

Everyone is different

All in their own special way

You may like men or women or both and it's okay!

You're a sweet young boy

Your mother does love you she just can't show it in the right way

The spouse who brings home hate doesn't mean the pain

He may throw you into walls and bash your face

But it's not your fault, I swear it's true
The people who bring sorrow need help not you


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Crafted Eagerness

You make me wonder,
with much merry eagerness
How can you craft such majestic, 
poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart?

Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me
How can you craft such words with poetic passion
In meaningful words, typed with eagerness?
You make me wonder 

 


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Writing Under Pressure

 Im sitting here writing under pressure/ my life is optomistic even though it getting lesser/ Im sitting here writing for tomorrow if this should be my death letter/
 I know I aint the best but I could be doing better/
 Im softer that a bunny but I can get froggy hard skinned like leather/ 
Im standing out in this cold written breeze with no sweater/
 Im swimming through oceans and flying through storms no matter the weather/ 
Im shooting up a dosage of true lies like Im the only drama setter/ 
I've been filled with wisdom of worth ever since I met her/ 
I cant be beat by knowledge only if I let her......ever since that day of fate I've been Writing Under Pressure....


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Back In Denial

Yeah Im feeling a lil too native tonight like Im on da rez like a youngster drunk and suicidal
 Poppin pills like Im poppin at my own people like they my culturalistic rivals 
I'm dying slowly like my culture yet Im still reading the about God and the Holy Bible
 I almost died not once but twice thats why I strive for survival 
Im a lil mad at God ever since he took my lil brother but I shall get over it in a lil while
 Im more greatful ever since he gave back life with my first child 
Living life up to this point in my life has now been worth the while 
time ticking away everyday on da rez like the sun dial 
so no time to waste any longer in this tribulation of another life to death trial
 I shall bring back all my lost long life culture files 
I am like a new trend people Im litterally making my own clothes with the Rez Life 7 style
 I shall overcome bull*****even if at times it gets me a lil riled 
Breaking through hangovers like out the stomach comes last nights bile 
Im litterally building onto whats left in my trash pile 
I aint going to stop until I have my legs crushed during the last mile 
I hit jumps in my car through life as it idles 
This is just but another life lived in gratitude I cant lie though 
It shouldnt matter too much in the end because I will be high Bro 
Insanely flying in the sky like an acrobatic physco 
Shooting through leather problems like a twelve gauge rifle 
so much it makes my own heart with a quick fix stifle 
Im gonna make it through my haters doubts with a quick glance as I smile 
I will bring back hope not to theirs or yours but my own before I end up back in denial


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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


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At All Cost





         ********

When it come's
        ------
And in those day's
   Of Judgement
          - And -
In that time of time's
     So real, so real
      ------
The time for Testimony
      ------
Where Judgment run's
Rampant and Supreme
       ------
The Hypocrite will definitely
         Have His Day
And the Evil By Law of Man
          Shall not prosper...


                  GF


Details | Light Poetry | |

Spare A Penny For Your Thoughts

If I could share my thoughts with you, you may wonder
what I would say or do, but I will express my feelings and
thoughts  to you, the way I know best.
It is my way of dealing with issues in life by expressing myself
through verse as it releases the emotions either painful or joyful
and it is very satisfying and brings relief to a stricken heart filled
with grief.
It helps me to cope when there seems no hope and helps me feel
in control of my heart, mind and soul.

I could write for days, sharing thoughts,feelings, fears, but all
I wish to share is my gratitude for having such an amazing,
positive attitude when I was low, you showed me the way to go.
You held me high to stop the tears I cry, you touched me with tenderness
when I need a human touch and my heart felt that very much.

You showed me how to be happy when I was sad, you made me feel
better when times were bad, you comforted me through dark days and
was always there to show love and affection which really showed you
cared beyond belief and this brought a special kind of relief to my soul
when in my life I was full of pain and grief and you made my broken
crushed heart whole. 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

when our children ask why?

the stones will tell the story of their journey into the Promised Land
the children of Israel with the Ark of the Covenant at Gigal they came to stand
they had crossed over the Jordan River when the river bed by God was made dry
and the Lord told them to tell all the children if they should ever ask why?

God is at work in our lives, He has a master plan
He's prepared us for that which for us He has in His hands
our lives have been redeemed by His unlimited mercy and grace
as He's the God of the whole universe of all air, land, sea and space
we've been fashioned in His image and the likeness of His Son Our Holy Lord
and when we accept and acknowledge Him our lives become more in accord
as all things work together for the good of those who love Christ
no matter the trials nor the tribulations that you experience in this life

when our children ask why we worship and honor the Lord God
the words out of our mouths should be from the depths of our hearts
tell them that once they understand the purpose that for them God has ordained
they'll be more equipped to handle life's frustrations, upsets and pain
let them know no matter what in life they are going through
the joy of the Lord comes each morning and He will always be with you

trust in God to open doors and let His Holy Spirit guide you along
believe in His word, follow His commands and you will never go wrong
by exposing the core of your being, your soul and becoming a vessel that God can use
now as a true disciple and servant of Christ you can never lose

so reverence God, respect God and hold Him in the highest regards
and when our children ask why tell your testimony from the heart
that God is omnipotent, there is nothing He cannot do
He parted the Red Sea and the Jordan River so His people could pass through
so when our children ask why, why we glorify the Lord God?
we can tell them about all the wonderful things and the miracles He imparts








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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...


Details | Couplet | |

Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Epic | |

The light in the dark

There’s a light in my heart
But you can’t see 
It’s hidden by the dark
When I’m lost in the dark
I scream and cry out to see if anyone can hear
In that moment of fear
I’ve found I’ve lost it all
My insanity taking over me
Moment by moment
Will I ever find myself
In this Black abyss this dark nothingness
I hear a distant sound
I’ve been found
I was here all along
You were the light in the dark
And know I know where to start
Now that you’ve found my heart 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Will our world ever change

all man are born equal 
Its how god wants us to be 
and live in peace and harmony
for the goodness of  humanity
 
Adam and eve are our parents
And we are their children
So why are their so many wars
That seem to have no end

 We know there’re only one god
And he loves all of us
and yes  we see  people suffering 
but in god works we have to trust

we see  the holocaust in Europe 
the genocides in Africa
the inhumane captivity of Palestine
and mass murders in south America

and although our tears falls
like the rain from the skies
every time we see bombs falls
and parents holds their dead and cries

how did this world become so
why do people hate each other
if Adam and eve is our parents
are you  not sister and I’m your brother

today I’m preparing for thanks giving
last week I celebrated dewali
then will come seven nights of Hanukkah 
the same time I light my Christmas tree

then for holy month Ramadan
I keep fast for all most everyday
And give donations to the mosque
For the poor who comes to pray

Will our world ever change
Its what we hear all the time
When its full of hypocrites governments
Committing Genocides and hate crimes

But we all are so helpless
While we stands aside and look
But it’s the prophesies being fulfill
That is written in the holy book

But these things will come to past
Children having children
False prophets using Jesus name
Men marrying men

people flying like birds in the sky
 weapons of mass destructions
man bringing this world
on the brink of annihilations

some times I feel to stop writing
and close my eyes to what’s around me
but then I think of those without voice
that world forgets so easily

so if I throw away my pens
Comes like I turn my back their problems
Although I cant lead them out the dark
 I can shed some light on them


Details | Free verse | |

while the world reveled

And he stands apart, cold
While the world wassailed and reveled
In the full glare of the light
Till dusk comes beckoning.
 
He shrouds from the awkward embraces
A language in plethoric display.
His frame slanted, he observes.
From vantage angle, he gawks.

What endues them such ecstasy?
He mutedly ruminates
Did we not attain the same feat?
He self-chides, raspingly.

The concern of sea-fish with dry land
Paints the image of his indifference.
While the play of celebration ensues,
The boy-man stares and sighs.

His cogitations ferry him to the road ahead
Queries of 'what now', the signs spelt.
Transfixed but detached,
He pondered tomorrow's fate for all.

He shivered with dismay
And fended off a tear.

What reads the  fate of the soldier ants
When they march sun-wards?
Who aids the infant cheetah
That was birthed deformed?

While his peers wassailed and reveled.
In the full glare of the world
He looked on, frigid, still, anxious.
Feet there, soul afar.
A tinge of relief, his sole solace.


Details | I do not know? | |

A FORCE CALLED CHANGE

I HEAR A SOUND IN THE DISTANCE
A SOUND ONLY I CAN HEAR AND FEEL
I HEAR IT IN MY MIND
I FEEL IT WITH MY BODY
WITH MY SOUL

A RESONATING SOUND WITH THE FURY OF A THUNDERSTORM
THE ROLL OF THUNDER
THE FLASH OF LIGHTNING
THE BLACKENING OF THE SKY
ONLY ONE THING COMES TO MIND

A CHANGE IS COMING
A FORCE SO POWERFUL
ALSO INEVITABLE
UNCHANGEABLE
AS SUCH IS CHANGE IN LIFE
LIKE A FORCE OF DOMINATION
A BETTER DESCRIPTION
A TIME OF RISING ACSENSION
OR FALLING DESENSION
SO THERE IS ONLY ONE QUESTION

ARE  YOU  READY  FOR  CHANGE


Details | Didactic | |

are you at your wits end

they've been moments in life when you've felt that you were at your wits end
be it spiritually, financially or physically be it in a relationship with family or friends
tired of whenever you've been blessed the enemy attempts to knock you down
ready to throw in the towel and just fall to the ground
but if you're a disciple of Christ you will come to comprehend
that God will get you through anything from beginning to end
so before you turn to Oprah, Dr. Oz or even Dr. Phil
have a little talk with the Lord God and then just sit still
He might not get there when you want Him but God is always right on time
and He's aware of everything you're going through that's why He's called divine
omnipotent, omnipresent and all knowing with His infinite power
God knows what's happening at any given hour

so are you at your wits end? can you see no way out?
it's time to put your trust in God for in Him there's never any doubt
God knows more about us than we will ever know about ourselves
His knowledge is so infinite and full spiritual wealth
for it was He who created us and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He also gave us the gift that lifted us and freed us from sin with the blood sacrifice

so are you at your wits end? what thoughts are running through your mind?
do you realize that God knows what you're thinking at any given time?
He knows what you will say before the words fall from your lips
He knows what you will do before you do it as it was He who wrote the script
so there's no need to be at your wits end if you're a child of Christ
remember God is watching over you every minute of your life

I once had a plane reservation for 8 o'clock at night
but the lady behind the ticket counter decided to change my flight
I asked her why did she do this? and she said "Reverend you need to comprehend"
that 8pm flight had a 2 hour layover 
and the 9pm flight will serve you better in the end
not only did I arrive earlier but she had upgraded me to first class too
I have come to realize that God has a master plan that might better suit you
so no longer am I at my wits end as I've  place myself in God's hands
living to praise, living to rejoice by waiting and abiding by His plans


Details | Bio | |

Just Call I'll Come

I crossed the mighty water
When I heard you call my name

Found you waiting at a castle
Where the Red Dragon breathes it's flames

In the cold wind, rain and thunder
You came running to my arms
Screaming take me away forever
They can't buy me with their charms

As I held you tightly
I asked where that we should go
Take me home to Bridge Town
On our white charger Vivaro

So we crossed the mighty water
Far from dragons, wind and rain
To the love of all your own Kin
Where the children know your name


Details | Epic | |

Find your freedom


           Find your freedom
Pressure and stress 
live like a necessity unwanted
Doe exist 
In the reality of jobs we do nowadays 
To earn a life,

With a reflection 
Like a force 
We woke up morning after morning,

Chaseing for the days bread,
With a heart of needs,
We wonder ,
Like tommorow is fine as promised,

Find your freedom
Always we got to obey the boss,
From a teacher 
We learn with a structure 
Organise before we were grown

Like doe now it change 
To technology 
We always either bow to computers 
To mobile phones
And on and on

Find your freedom
Like a 21st century 
Like a USB generation

Soon may be 
Robot generation 
Where a full force with over take 
The real sence 
and existence of a moral being,

Is gradually 
Fast speeding on the way,
Common sence exit no more today,
Moral rules are buried 
Or rather born ablaze

Find your freedom
I wish I was born in an ancient age,
Where truth is the rule of culture,
When money was not in existence,
When love was the God,

Find your freedom
Look around you,
The clouds of truth 
Are blue,
Like is about to rain down 
With a wind like a tornado
Of distruction from an anger
Of the God,   

Nature bleed for it cost
When we chose not to understand it 
Benefit, 

Like a circle we trade life 
From a defferent direction of our own
Mind of self satisfaction,

Find your freedom
The sun are about to turn red
abomination is oviously invoke all over places,
And 
We sit and laugh like all is good,

Is all about to rain on a fool,
We fall to see beyond looking,
Is all about to burn like a hell to the man who
 live to earn just money from manipulation,
Distruction like a karma is about to fall to all 
who fails to improve humanity with love,

Find your freedom
Like kids tales by moon light,
In Africa,
Runing around the fire
Singing
There is fire on the mountain,
Run run run,

Oh run away from the reality of today 
Cos
There is more to what we know 
when you begin to search 
for who you truly are 
Then you are on a speed to 
Find your freedom


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

MY PEARLWITHOUT PRICE

~MY PEARL WITHOUT PRICE~
 

MANY YEARS I SO SAILED,’PON TH’ LONELIEST OF SEAS...
SEARCHING VAST THEIR DEPTHS,FOR AN TREASURE MOST ELUSIVE...
NO FEAR NOR DOUBT WOULD DENY ME,WHAT DESTINY DETERMINED MINE...
‘VEN TH’ LEVIATHAN PERMITTED TO TEST ME,WOULD NOT STALL ME FROM MINE AIM...
 THROUGH AN TEMPEST MIGHTLY GALE’D,MINE SHIP WAST MADE KINDLED…
FOR DEAR’ST LIFE ON CROSSED REMNANT OF MINE MAST,I CLUNG MIDST TH’ TORRENTS...
TH’ WAVES CHASTENED ME SORE PUNISHED,AS MY SENSES WERE LOOSING THEIR GRASPS...
FADING FROM TH’ JET’ST BLACK TO LIGHT,I WAST SURE MY DEMISE HAD BEEN ORDERED DUE...
 WEARY’D I ‘WOKE TO DAWN,BY AN FINE’ST MIST ‘PON MINE FACE…
INTO TH’ BEYOND ‘FORE ME,GLEAMED AN MAJESTIC TAIL SLIP’D TO TH’ NAUT’...
‘HEAD OF IT’S LINGER’NG COURSE,AN EMERALD COAST STRAINED FORTH TH’ DISTANCE...
WITH ONLY TH’ STRENGTH OF MINE SPIRIT,MINE NUMB’D LIMBS TREADED HASTE’LY ON...
 CLOSER I MADE MY WAY,TO TH’ HEAVEN THANKFULLY BLESSED ME…
ALMOST OF IT’S GOLDEN SHORE,AN MOST FAMILIAR SEEMED SHELL LAY’D WIDE...
’TWAS MOST GRAND IN MY LENGTH OF JOURNEYS,THAT MINE EYES HAD NEVER EMBRACED...
SLIGHT OF STIR IN TH’ MIDST OF IT,WAST SOMETHING THAT YET MY MIND COULD’ST INDUCE...
 AS MINE FEET MADE HOST TH’ SAND,I FORWARD’D 'TORTH TH’ TREES…
INSIDE TH’ SHELL NOW EVIDENCED,TH’ MOST BEAUTY OF FORM GRACED PRECISE... 
MY SEARCH NOW EVER END’D SURE,”MY GOD,HOW MOST GREAT OF ALL ARTISTS...BE THEE!”...
“TH’ MOST PRECIOUS OF ALL THINE CREATIONS,IS MINE NOW AT LAST…MY ONE N’ ONLY…
 

…“PEARL WITHOUT PRICE!’
 

(‘~AZAZA’~)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WE CAN DO MORE: to fight that sin called greed

The economic injustice, the social injustice has made the workers upset
when the corporations and their CEOs treat them with little or no respect
the CEOs make more in one day than in a year of what the average employee earns
but instead of any giving benefits their backs to them are turned
it's the disproportionate dispersion of the profits that the companies make
where the employees get less than 10% and the CEOs get the bigger take
instead of spreading the wealth the situation has gotten worse
the economic divide has gotten wide and the rich get the majority of the purse

The social injustice towards the workers what the companies are now trying to do
is to strip them of what little they have got and not give them what they are due
to take away or reduce their pensions, to cut into or cut off their healthcare
to reduce salaries and cause many to now seek public assistance and welfare
how hard-hearted are those CEOs? how much money is enough?
how selfish are those individuals who want more and more stuff?
how many cars can one drive and how many yachts does one need?
how many houses do you have to acquire to satisfy that sin called greed?
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
if the workers don't unite and put up a fight the labors unions will eventually fall
we can no longer sit back in complacency it's time for 32BJ to now lead
by organizing so that the workforce will no longer financially bleed
we can no longer say I got mines and you need to get yours
it's time for us to unite because together we can do more

we can do more to bring non-union workers in
we can do more by having relationals and making friends
we can do more by spreading the union's ideals and goals
and showing the workers how to organize and thus take control
we can do more to counteract that corporate sin called greed
by becoming more involved and showing others how to succeed
we can do more to make the union movement grow
by taking our fight public so that everyone will know
of the abuse and mistreatment that the workers endure
we can do better and we sure as hell can do more

now it's time for us to practice what we preach
to make a committment as leaders by going out to reach
as many of our co-workers as we possibly can
as we can do more if together we now stand
we can do more to battle that sin called greed
by organizing, uniting and by example to now lead
so step up to the plate and take your position
now ready to stand up and fulfill 32BJ's mission


Details | Epic | |

SURVIVORS

Horrifying sounds of beating drums
Terrifying tunes of dirges
Fear-provoking songs of elegy
Wails of mothers; screams of children 
Cowardice of those men that held us back
Merely with that deafening sound

In fear of the shot along we tagged
Into the unknown…
In chains of sorrow, metals of grief
Bubbles of sweat gathered on our brows
Tumbling down our faces
Salt effect stung our sore lips

Our hands scrawny, our nails broken
Fiery breath; bloodshot eyes
Heavy tongues; dusty red logs of hair
Shreds of rugs, skins scaly and flaking 
Too many whips came with each fall
Too many hits came with each defiant look

We marched on in hope of independence
We trailed on in hope of freedom
The hope of reunion sparked our grimy cheeks
Our native soil was the deep away
In great culture we found our voices
In poetic ethnic mantra

Our god in sight perceiving our plight
Met by scorn, greeted by pity
And tormented by the lighter
We remained standing
The strength of one; conductor of strength to all
Arise Brother! Liberation lurks neigh

©Naa Takia, All rights Reserved 2012







Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | Narrative | |

Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.


Details | Free verse | |

where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

rebuilding your torn down walls

rebuilding is a part of life, it's about the ups and the downs
the good, the bad, the happy, the sad all that goes around
as life is about our experiences all that we've gone through
it's about picking up the pieces and somehow make them anew

rebuilding is sometimes costly it will always have a price
to rebuild those torn down walls that make up your life
so what has deteriorated? what do you need to re-erect?
what are those issues in your life that have had the most devastating affect?

to rebuild those torn down walls that you thought would have kept you whole
to rebuild those torn down walls that have caused you to lose control
in order to make it happen you need to re-position yourself in life
in order to make it happen you need to stand before the Lord Christ
now in the presence of the Holy Lord Our God the King of Kings
now in the presence of Our Creator who controls everything

now is the time to make it happen by overcoming opposition
now is the time to make it happen by taking up a godly position
in order to make it happen you need to possess a true faith
and no matter what the enemy attempts to do you need to concentrate
now focused on your mission with a purpose steadfast and sure
trusting that with God by your side there's nothing you can't endure

in order to rebuild those walls in your life that have been torn down
you need to stand on the word of God which is your solid ground
now is the time to overcome your fears and those things that the devil will use
to make you doubt, cause you to bow out one of his greatest tools
for the devil will huff and he will puff but he doesn't have a clue
that as a disciple of Christ he has no power over you

now is the time to wield your weapon "The Sword of the Spirit"
the most powerful ammunition with the words of God in it
rebuilding your torn down walls on the foundation that is Jesus Christ
rebuilding your torn down walls by overcoming the distractions in life
not looking left, not looking right but looking directly to the Lord
and no matter the price nor the sacrifice with Christ rebuild those walls


Details | Free verse | |

Nevermore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Nonet | |

Cheery Blossoms

Cherry Blossoms bare their fruit, virtue... . Flat tail beavers; construct their lives... . Mordant lives carry no scars... . Dormant lives wallow, there... . Seasons amble by... . Truth enlightens... . Leaves remind... . Live, fall... . Die... . Authors Note This is Nonet form of poetry written in a prose form of Conversational Style of poetry... . In practicing this Nonet form the rules are the first line of the poetry itself is a complete "Nine" syllables, as the next 8 lines cycle from eight all the way down to one... . It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. Prose Poetry is written in narrative form of poetry. When I say practicing this combination of poetry, well it is like writing in Haiku form, it requires great deal patience and thoughtfulness to complete, but when finished, it centers the mind as it opens the mind to write more freely... . Thank you for your time in reading, God bless and hey have fun yes... ?


Details | Narrative | |

Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


Details | Epitaph | |

Teenage Love 2-and-a-half: Childhood Sweethearts

This type of love have been in the lives of all children (boys and girls) for some time to
come. It's been like that since the day the kids started going to camp and elementary
school. It seems as though that when a little boy had fallen in love with a little girl or
the other way, their hearts start to beat, they're getting this emotional feeling in their
ribs, thoughts rushing tn their brains, and that kinda stuff. It will have looked like
that their parents will have know that their kids were in love with each other, even from
the beginning. There's been a lot of young relationships that have begun back in
elementary school and at summer camp, especially when one little boy had met one little
girl when they were participating in a lot of camping activities (kayaking, e.g.). But
what's so great about a lot of long-term relationships most of all is when this boy and
this girl are talking to each other on the phone on a Saturday night. This type of young
love among children from around the world is starting to look like the movie, "Little
Manhattan" with Josh Hutcherson. It's also as if this was a real fairy tale. Sometimes,
some relationships among kids don't last long, but some of them do. And when it comes to
these kids-before-teenagers falling in love with each other, there is such thing as love
at first sight. Love follows all of the children everywhere they go; it exists. Their
parents will have gotten this funny feeling inside, especially when they were supposed to
know what their lives were like as children when they met and fell in love. Let's hope
everybody knows that young love exists. Let's also hope that the parents know that their
children are in love with each other. And if this type of young love continues to grow and
grow and grow day in and day out, their hearts will never be broken in the near future.
Let's hope they stay together forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When will you be set free?


Details | Free verse | |

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……


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

True Reflection

Looking in the glass, I see the scars, I see the tears fall, from her tired eyes. I smile, Then watch her force a smile, Back at me. The hurt within her, Barely hiding. She smiles, She tried to make you believe, That she's okay. She's okay with it all. The emptiness, No longer haunts her in her sleep. I see the tiredness under her eyes. She gets angry, Turns away, Turns back with a raised fist. Tears streaming from her eyes. Then, A smash, A crash, Shattered glass. Finally, I walk way, From the broken Mirror.


Details | Free verse | |

American Air

The needs and wants that freedom flaunts so worth the heavy penny for all the cost of each battle lost reminds me of the horn of plenty in which the air of our fathers fair was one of giving and sharing now all I see are broken tendencies in a society running low on the caring I feel you there, American air with your promise of tomorrow’s greatness you an asylum for dreams brining such finer things that your vast pools of knowledge awakens To touch and feel, a feeling so real as the image burnt into my mind you open your mouth words fail to come out when your lost, jailed and confined Can you remember, the cold of September when hate flew straight into our towers? they could not break the strong will and fate once freedom spread it’s wings of power The roar of the lion the grace of the eagle never gave way to the corrupting evil no, taller we stood as the way people should ever put to the test and the love that we share through our American air why settle, when soaring at our best.


Details | I do not know? | |

'the twitch'

This is the story of ‘the twitch’.  
We have all had it:  
   That bit of movement before we sleep.  
We have been awakened by it when we were younger. . . it threw our arm out to catch us 
before we fell out of bed.
   It was even younger than that for us.  
   It was sometimes confused with a kick --  from our mothers’ tummies  to the swaddle of 
blanket.  
   As we grew, the arm no longer flew. . . and thus. . . ‘the twitch’.
   It is thought that we started with 
a parting of the energy that mathematicians make Einsteins 
of, or, 
sounds of the aria that Mozart’d 
into our echoes of the day --  a marriage of concept and conceptual.  
   It took us through the outreach of awkward doubt. . . brought us ‘round the curve 
of nerve 
for monkey bars toward the first dance; drew blood in our mouths before we got the first 
punch – given/taken.
The part of ‘the twitch’ 
that is worthy of noting now is that 
   it has never wanted to be caught:  
   It wanted more than nothing to be left alone – perhaps; conceived that 
   it would be an occasion for cause. . . effect – the drive our parents tried to delay 
with Dr. Seuss and Disney books.  A teenage indifference took us away from 
   it.
We all fall asleep. . . as we’ve always done.  
The story of ‘the twitch’ begins at the thumb; carries on. . . for the course of fingers
   it touched.
Brings  us a little closer to the edge of our beds.


Details | Epic | |

there's a whole lot of shaking going on

there's a whole lot of shaking going on and you're all shook up
but that is how life is when you drink from God's cup
life can take unexpected turns and have you all spun around
just remember who's in control and has the power to settle life down
now Paul and Silas were in prison for simply preaching the gospel
but after praying to God He then did the impossible
 
when life has you all shook up you need to stand back and sit still
don't be negative, have a little talk with God and then wait on His will
continue to do what is required of you and trust in God to show you a plan
for God can open new doors in a way you might not even understand
but that's okay as the word of God says to lean not towards your own understanding
but to wait for the will of God to intercede and to do what the Spirit is demanding

if you have a relationship with God He might shake up your normal routine
to take you out of your comfort zone and into a place you've never seen
it might not make much sense to you and you might even disagree
but God knows what is best when it comes to your destiny

accepted beliefs, traditional concepts and that's how it's always been done
but a whole lot of shaking will be going on and your faith may be under the gun
sop forget those accepted beliefs and let God guide you along
allow Him to shake things up and put you where He knows you belong 
as no weapon formed against you will prosper nor come to fruition
allow the will of God to shake things up and put you in a better position

now the adversary also has the power to shake things up in your life
just recognize the enemy for what he is and then call on the power of Christ
a young girl who was demon possessed had caused a riot to manifest
with lies told against Paul and Silas they found themselves under arrest
but Paul and Silas did not possess the spirit of fear
for they knew that the Lord God would always be there

so at the midnight hour when all hell tends to break out
that's when to the Lord our God Paul and Silas did pray and shout
and lo and behold God answered their call
an earthquake occured and shook the prison walls
then all the cell doors flew open 
and all the shackles were then broken

for when the praises to God go up the blessings of the Lord come down
and there will be a whole lot of shaking going on 
but that's okay you're on sacred ground


Details | Rhyme | |

We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


Details | Epic | |

A New Collection to the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment    
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree

They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to 
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten 

Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death 
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… 
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
 
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest

The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes 
Feeling your dangling fears and pain 
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest

Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection

You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity 
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... 

Oh you carrion soul and body 
Surviving through the shadows of the forest, 
roaming along the compacted forest, 
moping about in displeasure 
because without a doubt 
you are a magnificent collection 
to the eye generation 
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator

They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all

Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished

Allow yourself to not be startled 
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear


Details | Narrative | |

Swallow Your Pride

You were born with some sort of gift
Just remember this, my child,
Swallow the pride that takes away
Humbleness 

You are a gifted human being 
You have grown a connection with God
He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family
He reminds you to never let go of humbleness 

Tell your foes, if you have some, swallow your pride
Don't be afraid of their actions
Be in tune with God...He'll get you through this living
and He'll send immediate help on the way
because you've been gentle, patient, and courteous towards people's 
emotional trials and dangerous tests
You have been healed by the Most High

Swallow your pride, woman full of spiritual life...
You are now a bride of humbleness

You are a gifted human being 
You have grown a connection with God
He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family
He reminds you to never let go of humbleness 

Remain humble 
Love your enemies...tell them to
Swallow their pride 

They'll never understand 
What the reward is for
Humbleness 

Don't lack humbleness
Lack pride and practice
Patience before 
Humbleness 

Men of dishonor, remain humble 
Love your enemies...tell them to
Swallow their pride 

Swallow your pride, you devious fools of shame!

Pleasure-seeking women, swallow your pride...
You are now a bride of humbleness


Details | Light Poetry | |

Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


Details | Free verse | |

Releasing Void

Empty
Lost
Vacant in a light-year moment 


This poem is void 
Along with our self-esteem

This yielding emotion needs shine 
Will we ever rise with you in merry delight?
You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine  
 
Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light


Frightful
Confused
Startled by your
Senseless removal
It has been written in approval


These words doesn't exist in your heart  
For our feelings are merely a piece of junk

Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? 

You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! 
We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion
But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion 


Frenzied
Jumbled
Bewildered by your action of
Mindless removal 
That has been written by your approval


Are you willing to listen
Or are you going to turn down our voices?

You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea
Do you wish to have a void 
Seperating our once jubilent family?
It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid  


Disoriented
Doomed
Disenchanted by your action of
Heartless removal 
That has been agreed by your approval 


Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped  
Nonsensical lines
Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped
From these appalling signs


Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain
Faithful
Complete
Strengthened

Are your stars burning with hope?


Details | Personification | |

This Time I Am Skunked






      --------

Two Skunks' that play
And spray to geather
Also, pray together
    ----
One will flip a coin
What do you think
Will they stay together'
Or will the whole thing
Just stink...
      ----
We will flip a coin
To tell us,
If we will stay together
Again...
      -----
If it say that we don't
Then we will flip it
Again...

              GF


Details | Chastushka | |

Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


Details | Narrative | |

Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


Details | Free verse | |

soul speaker

Do I stay 
Do I go
Where will my words flow
From my heart like a river 
But I forget not to drowned 
holding my breath
Wishing for solid ground 
Passion and improv
Are they the key to the soul 
Ever speaking its emotions
but where did the listeners go
A silent theater 
They watch as a crowd 
Never noticing how the set breaks down
A painted body
The soul wears a mask 
With enough wear and tear
It will shatter like glass
Do I go 
Do I stay 
To whome do I pray 
For answers
Retribution
An end to all grief
The questions are almost enough 
To cause my soul to speak 

Note: I felt like writing. I just woke up. I didn't consider anything I just rolled with it. And this is what I got l. Hope you enjoy it and that you each interpret it as you like. I think this what this one is here for. Interpretation. To touch everyone differently. 


Details | Free verse | |

Kindling The Fire

I'll stick to the secret religion I don't need a reason to enter metamorphosis like the wind cutting rocks to carve out new rivers Stranger than fiction my nominal friction ties to this earth I might fly off like a child in birth severing ties to his mother The inside out pains for all I've attained the scratches and bruises hardly tell the story of a life of little worry throw stress to the winds every now and then look back and say how did I get here with minimal damage I don't have much but I manage These days drained of desire like a thin pulled copper wire shiny on the outside brawny in the in its like a wick in the wind kindling this fire I'll be okay though because I'm a short winded liar.


Details | Free verse | |

The Tale of The Dark Night

Warm summers heat rises
 Winters long past and we feel the nights last
 Silver shadows fall on all that stand
 Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
 
The night everyone dies
 Future generations feel deaths grasp
 Caught with-in deaths cast
 Nights of the dead in a mask
 
There will be nowhere left to hide
 Hand held steady warriors stack
 Tales taught to be turning
 All things left burning
 
Wishing out answers while your learning
 Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
 majestic heroes merging
 Caught by deaths serging
 



Details | I do not know? | |

Forget us but not me

You know what
Just forget me, 
being with me, 
nothing good can come through. 
But one thing I promise is, 
I will never ever forget you. 
The memories we shared, 
the time went by too fast. 
They're all a part, 
of my tearful past. 
But we both knew we couldn’t continue, 
under these conditions. 
There was so much love there, 
but too much distance. 
Please forgive me, 
for the choices I’ve made. 
I just want you to be happy, 
but please don't let the memories fade. 
I have cried myself to sleep, 
time and time again. 
And I'm just waiting for the one day, 
that maybe we can be one again. 
It's just right now, 
is no time for pain and love to mix. 
With all the distance and hate from both of out families that was there, 
it's just impossible to fix. 
Maybe we can happen again, 
sometime later in life. 
Just move on for now, 
don't be a sacrifice. 
You are too amazing, 
to lose forever. 
I'm not going to forget about you, 
not now not ever. 
No one knows, 
how much this is actually hurting me.
Free from this pain I call myself, 
is what I wish for you to be.


Details | Epic | |

My Love for a Hispanic Girl

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


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a kiss that showed no love

Judas was a disciple and a kiss he did convey
to let the soldiers know whom to arrest that day
Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss that showed no love
as a kiss is an expression of love that mankind thought of
but why did Judas pick a kiss as the symbol for his bad act?
why did he choose this gesture of love as a part of his attack?

Judus was a Zealot and patience is not their forte
they wanted Jesus the Messiah to make His move right away
with an ulterior motive in mind Judus tried to force Jesus' mission
unable to see that it's about God's timing and it's always God's decision
yet some think that Judas was weak in his discipleship
as he was not one whom with Jesus had the closest relationship

as humans we are creatures of ambiguity we all have some bad and good
we all have the propensity to misbehave and act as Satan would
we all have a bad seed in us that if the Lord God does not pull out
will flourish over time and have us acting out

now when Judas kissed Jesus, Jesus acknowledged him as friend
but for thirty pieces of silver Judas sold Him out in the end
from weakness to wickedness but for God's saving grave
the Human race would not even exist in this place
Like David a man who the Lord God took to heart
for David never tried to justify the bad acts he did impart

now Jesus the Christ came to us as a living sacrifice
He was God's greatest symbol of the love that He had for human life
for God loved us so much that He sent His only begotten Son
who only had a love for us even after His dying was done
high on a cross at Calvary with His last breath
He asked Father God to forgive us for bringing about His death

we do bad things, we carry out acts of betrayal, evil and killing
the things that man has done to man be it accidental or willing
a kiss that showed no love was the gesture that Judas gave 
but Jesus still had a love for him even after He arose from the grave
 







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My Anna love

I treasure
every meeting of our lips.
Our dreams:
as two dew drops
melding in eternal kiss.
A lake of pure desire,
with the depth
of eternity.
This life stretches before us
shore,
to unending shore.
every grain of sand,
the first: 
"I love you" 
of countless lovers.
And the whisper of the breeze
"Thee...thou... and us".

The butterfly fluttering past,
with clumsy grace:
like our love,
the wings allowing us to soar.
This is the show
created by all lovers.

The caw of a lonely bird reminds:
that not all are found.
Tears slip down
our cheeks
as we remember the pain of before.
Here and now,
we live in triumph
because He made us.

I ask you to marry me and the question is all of these:
Will you be mine, my Anna? 
Will you be you?
All you are and do is such a gift.

And the statement of these:
When you make me dinner
you feed more than just my body,
and fill more than my belly. 
When you say: "I love you"
it not only reverberates in my ear drums.
When you walk beside me
holding my hand I hear,
I feel, 
I know.
When you smile
my quivering heart strings
play rejoicing symphonies 
When you are you:
me? 
I am me.







For my Anna...


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Faith

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


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Banana

Banana me banana you
that make banana two 
what a pair of bananas we are 
this pair of bananas will go far 


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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JAIL BREAK part 2

there is this Rapper from Atlanta, Georgia who calls himself T.I.
who constantly got into trouble and in jail he did some time
he was once a true disciple of Christ in his younger days
a gifted and honor student until his life went astray
he found himself in all the wrong places
hanging around with all the wrong faces
but the Lord God did bless him with a special talent and gift
he had a way with the spoken word that would make a spirit lift
then one day he saw the Light and came to truly understand
that there's nothing good in this world if it doesn't come from God's hands
now he is one who advocates and tries to tell the teens
that fast money and cars, guns and drugs are not godly things
he managed to survive his misspent youth and lived to tell the tale
and like Paul and Silas God broke him out of physical and spiritual jails

we all have some type of prisons from which we need to escape
we all have some stuff binding us up and we need a jail break
in the ways of Jesus is how we should live our lives
in the ways of Jesus who for us made the sacrifice
we need to fulfill the will of God and not be a distraction
we need to be of truth and in Christ find satisfaction
to not stand in the way of that which God has designed as our destinies
to not be in anyone's business and thus hindering any testimonies

a slave girl with a spirit of premonition at Paul and Silas she would shout
until Paul saw her as a distraction and he then ordered that spirit out
the owners of that slave girl were upset and dismayed
that they could no longer use her to have riches flow their way
so to the authorities they went and reported a big fat lie
that Paul and Silas were causing the people to riot and go awry
stripped, beaten and then thrown into prison with shackles upon their feet
but at the midnight hour into prayer Paul and Silas did retreat
not to be frustrated nor to be wondering why God allowed this mess to take place
they understood that God controls everything so they waited on His mercy and grace
and at the midnight hour that prison started to quake
cell doors flew open, shackles were broken it was a jail break
a new day was dawning and a godly victory was now at hand
a jail break rendered by the power of God's omnipotent plans

no longer to be in spiritual bondage nor locked up in mental and physical cells
praying to God to change our circumstances and break us out of those jails





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Good Deeds

(I Corinthians 9:9)
Give and share generously
To the poor--
Your deeds be known forever 


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33 Prayers

There's a time for loves to be won and lost… At least there was for us.
For 33 Chilean miners, lost below… life was simply stopped.
Alive and well, but buried deep…  2,200 feet below.
They had such a daunting, beautiful dream… to see the sky once more.
Being hot, little water, dark, only bites of food…17 days was asking a lot.
But life was true and held on strong, even when in the bowels of the earth you’re lost.
With each day the hopes began to fade, always bolstered by others to be strong.
Little did they know their prayers were there, were being answered in spades above.
Time went on as governments stopped, to send whomever they could to help.
The world looked on, every eye glued, as prayers they also imbued.
For once in their lives everyone together worked, for a common cause that’s true.
Building, digging, drilling, and planning… together as life below held on. 
No one knew the miners were truly alive, as the earth held them in a deathly grip.
But faith held everyone together, for 17 days, on this fateful trip.
Breaking thru a small hole to them in time was a monumental task indeed.
To do it bigger again, was asking God to plow the way and give them back again.
Drill bits broke, and no one slept, as dreams of home, the miners spun.
Several drillings were stopped by fate, as a single one held on.
Many things could have stopped those lives such as slides and after shocks.
Remember the mine was unstable, or it wouldn’t have fallen at all.
Everyone below was tired, hot, worn out, and sick by the time they reached their goal.
One small, flimsy, missile tied from above would have to drag them to the top.
Would it snag? Would the earth crumble? Could it take the buffeting there and back?
The tunnel was finally reinforced. The first people went below, as we held our breath.
One by one, for 24 hours they were brought up from beneath the earth.
Never in the time of man, has a feat been held to so tightly for 69 days and finally won.
Thank the Chilean government, it’s people, the world's and American help, for bringing them back.
Then like the miners did… get on your knees and thank the God above.
Yes… it was one unified, miraculous leap of faith, with God holding every ones hand.
It brought back faith in many things including God and yes, even your fellow man.


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The Lords people in a Corrupt World

I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right. 
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces. 

So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?! 

It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do. 

Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.

GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . .  We’ll fight until we die!

Amen 


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The Ballad of Travis the Knight

Travis was not tired one bit, he had no intention of sleeping.
He desired more than blankets and covers, and the promises his sheets lay keeping.
In bed, he squirmed, as the candlelight burned, he tossed and turned on his side.
-Oh that he could be someone, somewhere far away, he could be Sir Travis, the Knight.
"Gather round this table" he'd bellow to all, "a dragon approaches the town!"
While villagers trembled, the brave ran away, but Sir Travis, the knight, stood his ground.
This dragon blew flames of blue from his mouth, not a pupil was seen in stare.
But Sir Travis approached, undeterred by smoke, and the fury awaiting him there.
 Black were the wings of the serpent whose talons were known to cut armor.
Swift was Sir Travis, his shield, unyielding as sure as his galloping charger.  
Fields of wheat were blown back from the impact of sword ringing notes against claw.
Songs sung by creatures of flight were silenced amidst the screaming and brew ha.
A dust hurricane strained to obscure the view from the townspeople watching outside.
The noise and the power unleashed from both sides ensured there was not a dry eye.
And from the cacophony a silhouette formed and a figure emerged from the ashes.
Triumphant, our savior, his sword raised, there was that brave Knight called Sir Travis.
And the villagers cheered and the trumpets sang tributes of many  peaceful times to come.
And tales were told of Sir Travis' Dragon and passed down from the old to the young. 
-Yet, that night, Travis was not tired one bit, and he had no intention of sleeping.
He desired more than blankets and covers, and the promises his sheets lay keeping.
but to his bed he returned, as the candlelight burned; he lay down and closed his eyes,
As the moon smiled in phase, he again became someone, somewhere far away.. 
He was Sir Travis.
Sir Travis, the Knight.


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circus

they paint my body,
and make me sing,
a smile i want,
from the man in the ring,

bend me this way,
throw me there,
with opened mouths,
they sit and stare,

i catch the eyes,
of one in the crowd,
of flowing laughter,
growing loud,

they see my chains,
my silent cries,
with each twirl in the air,
my spirit dies,

the lights go down,
i sit and wait,
as the one i love,
closes the gate

i wish for light,
where i used to fly,
before i was here,
where the clowns still cry


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Friendship 101

Friendship is the state of both people being the best of friends. Friendship also means      that one person is to protect the another person (man and/or woman) from all kinds of danger, even being taken advantage of. There's always a difference between two people being just friends and both best friends (a boy and a girl) falling in love with each other, especially when they've known each other since they were babies or elementary school. Building friendships mean that he and/or she has built the bridges that will never break  or burn unless they'd betrayed each other by having affairs with their boyfriends/girlfriends, selling them out to the the wrong crowd (including the devil), and that kind of stuff. It seems that without each other, they're nothing. Both people, including those from either elementary school, middle school, high school, or college really need each other, especially when they will have found out that their spouses or lovers have been cheating on them with somebody else. The greatest thing everybody should learn about friendships is that all friends are there for each other every single day. And the other greatest thing about friendships is that they've got each others' backs, especially when they're falling on hard times like facing reality, dealing with being decades old, that kind of stuff. Let's hope that all friendships don't end in pain, sadness, and suffering. And if these people continue to stay the best of friends for years and years, even through out all of the school reunions, things will always be the same. I hope all friendships stay stronger than ever forever.


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Following Ahead - Please offer your honest critique and opinions

From where we’ve been, must be the truth, That was sought in the hollowness of time. Struggling to reach from the outside, To ratify oneself. From the innermost fragment there flows a justice, That one greets from behind. Leading against the vanishing compulsions of mystery, Finishing those who follow.


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The BEAST

                         
Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul

The days eviceration about to unfold

Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake

And you wonder inside " How much more can I take"

Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls

Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call

The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones

And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones  

The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick

You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick

Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill

Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill

You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt

Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt

The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs

And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries

"Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above

And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love

The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage

For you both know it's victim has just turned the page 

Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck

And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck

He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain

His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain

His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent

You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent

But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid

You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed

He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light

He slinks from your presence, flees from your might

You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest

Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best

So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin

And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin

For the Love of your God, companions and kin

Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win.

Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply

And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE.

  Grace and hope to us all

      Walter

Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR



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Haiku 2 - Longing no more

                                       Longing no more,
                                      
                                       I shall smile from now on,

                                       See me live life a new.


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Don't Panic

Here we rest on the
Dream. Hoping for a safe
Voyage to our new home. The 
Room itself has more of us in it
Then I care to count.

We won it, so we're here
On our way to the promised
Land. Once there, I know my
Family will finally be
Safe.

She's deemed unsinkable,
It's all we hope for as we 
Hide from the rich in the belly
Of the beauty. But if we did
Sink, would we survive?

Uimh-- No. Mustn't think
Of the dark. She will keep 
My family safe. But, one could 
Only hope to see the ocean we
Glide upon. 

She trembles when I hear 
The noise that no one
Wanted to hear. She's 
Going to fall, but we're told
"Don't Panic".

"Don't Panic!" She's still
Moving. I breathe deeply 
Hoping that it will be okay.
That my family will reach 
America.

Minutes pass, seconds fly,
The floor that was dry before
Is now wet with the Ocean's tears. 
He cries for his love that
He's hurt.

I take a hold of my children
And we slowly walk up the stairs,
Keeping calm, 
Only to be stopped by a 
Gate.

They were only going 
To save the rich. We were 
Forgotten. No longer is she a 
Promise, but she's my family's 
Death.

I lean into the gate,
Trying to see if I can
Break something loose as 
The water moves up around
Us.

Finally, I look at
My children's terrified 
Faces. Taking my hands,
We sit at the stairs, singing
Until we die.


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MAFIA

(Mothers & Fathers Of Italian Americans),

Out of desperation one usurps their stead;
Picking up its broken pieces from the fragments of their head
I'm going to make you an offer you won't refuse
Shackled from philisophy's that scream choose

Still meet my old friend,
Fist full of lead with bloody hand
Give me some time to contemplate & understand
To survive in the streets getting shot hero's bleed

Timely tune leaving soon shadows sleet
Keep your friends close & enemies that much closer
Throw a rope around your head no bend over
No neck Jimmy with his friend Uncle Tony

With words in untimely exposed ravioli
Not to mention cooking the stramboli;
MAFIA
Shades of dark rivers bend

Nine at head now your dead
Big trunk to dunk that flunk
A special olive stirred with straight up Tom Collins
A wandering crowd with a special promise

Two tone Jimmy was the lady's thing got the sell that every lady needs
9 at head by dock at noon then sorrow had bled
Struggled to refrain from the slice on the blade
A clear taste of viable solution

MAFIA
Blank shells buzz to bells living hell
Crown of gold jewels explode truth untold
Now you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold

Through a barrage of steps new episodes...
Two kanuck's suited up best fresh out of Jersey;
Brevity
Shattered glass

Yet its all fair to say no one ever gets by on any free pass! 


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The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






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Verbally Twisted

My vocabulary might be a little bent and dented but its mostly twisted, 
a self-made dictionary with a little dark thought and white light in life and craziness itself mixed in it,
 I get up in the morn ready to take the day on after just one egg on a pancake biscuit,
 I got the recipe for verbal insanity just give me the egg beater and with this vocabulary I'll mix in it,
 break the word batter down like a plumber leaking water until I re fix it, 
I got one of kind writing style its too unique for any typical fool to ****en miss it,
 I got the entertainment on writing just ask me for one and I wont sell it I'll just give you a free Se7en King ticket,
 I get your mind thought high so high in the sky lifted, 
I can give a two flying ****s if my haters say I aint got talent because these words they self so freaking gifted,
 I make poems shake like earthquakes fools cant you see how my words already got your mind shifted,
 This poem is my girl I kiss it, 
This poem is just like my weed i roll up and ****ing hit it, 
This word written *****is so addictive, 
Drugs and alcohol so self-conflictive, 
now how can this king ever, ever quit it, 
These words are dying I better get some gas for this verbal car like weed everyday I better get it,
 I live the life of a young Shakespeare I write like I cant ever regret it, 
I put this poetry *****on the line with my own life dont think I wont bet it? 
So **** you, they, them, her and even me, yeah there I done said it, 
letting go of poetic gun shells firing poetic unleaded, 
shooting cowardice poets like paper shredded, 
where many young lost crooked souls go unfed den, 
watch where your two feet may be treading, 
you got to watch your surrounding so much they circle around the same setting, 
**** Life until death say's otherwise, 
I'm just kind of crazy like that I'm just a little TWISTZTED.... TWISTIFIED...


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Your Soul

I pray you find 
The peace of heaven
While angels dance and sing
Your song; I hope you look
Upon the blue skies
While clouds with
Cotton candy depths
Drift slowly on home;
I wish you all the happiness
That abides forever within
 The ever swiftly moving waters,
Where hopes and new dreams
Abide in all men. 


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sacrifice

from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening

if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die
if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious
when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries
of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us

filed and defiled is all the better all the while
as the former digits click off of our palms
fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do 
whole heads mounting kill count without qualms

virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play
their sacrifice is for civilization after all
us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way
they must have their place on our wailing wall

the altar so sacred, so blood red royal
C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso
from handlers who assure they have the will of God
sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so

for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul
robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses
in a perceived attempt to maintain their control
of those around them that might be opposed to

notions that they need not explain themselves,
or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown,
that their actions should beget peace in our time
that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone

that we all could be better humans I suppose
if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear
if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by
admitting things aren't what they might first appear

dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to
then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon
and sacrificed for that bloody old world view
time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on

© Goode Guy 2012-08-02


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Stolen Souls

It sweeps through the nights, 
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, 
I lie there sleeping, 
It comes and my life disappears, 

I disappeared then i found myself flying, 
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, 
I saw his face, 
I saw his pain, 
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? 

I hear a scream then i wake up, 
Its white and clean, 
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep 
and his face looking at me, 
holding my hand, 

i suddenly remember the scream, 
my own scream, 
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive, 

he leans closer, 
and we share our first kiss.


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Keep The Light In Sight

If I do, I hope that I Exit in the presence of Jesus Christ we go far back do he and I for his greater mercy once saved my life Five long lost years have past since then I gave my all so he forgave my sins a weary soul, crucified I hope he's holding me the day I die I tried my damndest to find the light and when I found it kept it in sight it's never left me I know I'm right come try and take it I'll end your night I look up fondly to the sky an understanding between he and I one time I asked him lend me his eyes and I saw a world left cold and dry In conversation we talk, no words he understands me when I'm most unheard think I'm absurd what are you? a higher being? still much confused You think the answer lies in your ways I think the Devil must be repaid he'll collect heavy your wasted time as you spend eternity at his side I see a servant for wickedness try to distract me one more dismissed I keep on walking through the night as I keep his spirit so well alive I wear your pride inside my skin as you race to the finish I just begin to be a soldier alone with the night nothing to warm me but his light in sight.


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The life of a phoenix

Far beyond the oceans deep, 
in an unknown land
lived the loveliness’ own bird,
dear like golden sand.
Feathers made of rainbow light
well-bred was her will,
for the sad she gave her tears
healing dead and ill.

Aye - she was beloved, but …
then she was betrayed!
Feathers felt in mans fume out;
help is always late.
Heart broke.
Her lovely spirit darkened
like a cloud in spring
when her life was broken down
like a golden ring.

With wings of leather suffering
she was found again.
One more time she had to face
love - and the pain then.
Heart broke as crystal splitters.
Her eyes transformed to red.
scales suit skins surface
fire was her breath -
she became a dragon.

Deep inside her entity
still the phoenix lives.
Loves the music, loves the joy
loves whoever gives
her the love and kindness back
that she does deserve
And in friendships fire blaze
she will face rebirth.


Details | Free verse | |

Gulf Blue Waters -- X X X

A spec, lazily floating upon : “ The Gulf  Blue Water “
And then there were two specs, entwined together Spot
Black hole, in the Beauty of  “ The Gulf Blue Water “ 
A spec to a SPOT ( it even sounds so much Stronger )
When two Spots meet : Meld : Creating an “ Epic Drop “
Yet to the East, West, South, North  Thousands of Drops
Mixing and matching; Defiling “ The Gulf  Blue Water “
Let’s flash : To the future of the shore: Where Oysters Dance
As the alarm of “ Destruction” sounds off in “ Lazy Blue Waters
To the land and marshes : Prepare for Doom : from the “ Black Gulf Waters “
A Tsunami of Hell’s Fury Designed by Mankind’s “ Ignorance of Nature “
Who’s here to help us “ Marshland Security “ ASPCA “, The Government??

          Inspired by " Team POETRYSOUP'S Contest "Gulf Oil Spill"


Details | Classicism | |

Contradiction

I feel so lost so gone, but yet so found/ My mind so weak, so fragile, but yet so determined so bound/ Mind so high so fly but still on the ****in ground/ Voice so silent so quiet, but yet so loud/ Feel so skinny so thin but still gaining them poundz/ Thought I wouldn't make it through the first but still standing in the seventh round/ My words so limp so skimp, but yet still making them gangstified soundz/ I feel so energized so choatic but still wanna lounge/ Ya'll better be ready when 7 comes through your town!!!! I can't lyrically quit for shyt/ Living around rez life lyrical bull isshh/ fake ass hating trickz/ wanna be bloodz and fake ass cripz/ I jus need to kick back and take another green hit/ ****a alcoholic fit/my own lizzife iz like a three dimensional skit/ I got to wake up and let myself go..can't hang on no more......gots to find my lost heart and soul...God please let a young native like me grow to know the real shyt in life!!


Details | Epic | |

Dear Jesus

Dear Jesus,
You told me to resist the devil and he would flee from me,
But I have no resistance. 

You have all the power and resistance I’ll ever need,
So give me the power to resist.
You told me I could move my mountains

If I had faith even as a mustard seed;
Yet my mountain won’t move
Even though my faith in you is as great 

As I can conceive it.
You made the heavens and earth;
Please move my mountain.

You said, “Flee the very appearance of evil!” 
So I ran hard, 
But sin overtook me

In my finest hour of effort.
You have power
Over all the power of the enemy 

With miracles, signs and wonders.
Deliver me from the trap of Satan.
I don’t even have the strength to put on the whole armor,

So dress me as my armor-bearer.

          Do for me what I know I cannot do for myself to bear.


Details | Free verse | |

Lust at First Sight- 4

Wavy blonde hair, sky blue eyes,
big swaying hips, and bright red lips,
she is a sex-idol all around.

Uplifted white dress,
slender torso and the way
her arms caress it,
she is a sex symbol all around.

The way her name slides off of
your tongue is pleasant 
just to hear.

She is 
seductive
   passionate
      delicate.

She is Marilyn Monroe.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Free verse | |

Torture Within

There is a dividing line between the chasm fault

Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?

Clearer heads have prevailed yet

There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?

Yet the heart from within will surface again 

Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss

In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor 

Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?


Details | Verse | |

Five Minutes Ago

now,just five minutes ago
i would've sold my soul,blasphemy 
had become a part of me
i had backed stroked in butterfly lake
baptized and cleared my name
next day, i had fell and lost my way
an aimless richochet...is my faith.
and now im praying like i have a reason
i come and go like seasons.
 five minutes ago.
now i need and its you i know


Details | Lyric | |

Turn away

v1-
every time you  turn away my heart it crumbles like a cake its unlike anything
loving you it hurts so damn bad it makes me feel so ****ing sad ,so ****ing sad
why cant you just be here with me it hurts me  just to even see ,to even see
you with another man thats not me cause id like to be the one you see ,the one you see
chorus-
cuz its a battle of the best a never ending ****ing test
and i cant give you up on you
this love is so ****ing crazy its makin me so ****ing hazey
but i wont give up on you 
v2-
and still you say you love me to but how can it be ****ing true
when all you want is everything and all I want is you
your smile stays within my heart when ever we're apart ,when ever we're apart
now at last i’ve found you come so fast arms around you now I’ve found a love to last
chorus-
but its a battle of the best a never ending ****ing test
and i cant give you up on you
this love is so ****ing crazy its makin me so ****ing hazey
but i wont give up on you 


Details | Free verse | |

Violent Erratic Transgressions

My mind set to overdrive my mindset erratic it all comes too easy now as I make blatant transgressions For I am the anti-God simply don't give a nod to the rest of creation in an against everything nation release of my stranglehold to let doors fly open for if your too narrow how will order fit in? I kill the conflict as it comes to arise with all my conviction strike like the arrow's infliction I'll bring an end to your era It's as plain as day to me cut myself to watch it bleed a little pain teaches a long lesson a tiny quirk brings forth the question Who I am, if not for me you cut me deep, still I don't bleed you hurt me so, still no regret I breathe in new life and exhale death I exhume my intention only for me to know please tell me, oh God does your garden still grow? It all decays to start anew all the damage I struggle through to piece together what is still left I turn from no one they turn from me, instead with one look, I had them shook while the holy man puts hope into a fictional book.


Details | Rhyme | |

High Cloud

High Cloud

High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You seem determined to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go, 
While the sun sets and the shadows grow,
You’ve had a long day
You’ve came a long way
Drifting through the air, are you a castaway?
You provide beauty
You provide reason
You’re forever changing, as are the seasons
You hold a silent faith,
You serve a quiet purpose,
With nothing more to offer than what’s on your surface,
You amuse children,
Leave adults in awe,
You affix your grace where ever you are,
High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You’re fearless to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go,
Once the sun sets, and the shadows grow


By: Arvind Vallabhaneni
Write a backwards poem contest


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'll Be There For A Friend Like You


I'll Be There  For You, To Comfort and Care For You
I'll Be There for you to see you through every darkness
every Light. I will keep your hopes shining bright.
I will be there to keep you close and hold you tight
when Life's anxieites and troubles are insight, I will
be there, for you to unburden your worries and care that
rests upon your aching and weary mind, when you are sad
and in despair. I'll be there to show how much I care
I will be your Friend who is Loving and Kind.

I Promise to be the one you will always find near, when you need
Comfort, Hope and Peace Of Mind never give way to fear.
Amid Stress in Life we face, I will reach out for you with my warm
embrace, with true kindness and Love and a smile on my face
wrapped up With Love and Tied With Lace.


Details | Free verse | |

Where's The Blame Contest Entry

Forgive me, please hear my call and answer, 
Tell me that you'll forgive me, for all the wrong I've done. 
I've punished myself everyday though it never seems enough, 
Scars across my flesh, haunting memories in my eyes. 
I wish I could hold you, gently, warmly, tightly, 
Pour into you my deepest grief, my sorrows, and never let you go. 
Im left a crumbled being on my knees, wishing you could hear my cries, 
Listen to my appologies and accept that I would be the one to rather die. 
Can't you feel it, my heart is breaking, shattered by what I've done, 
I'm sick and my body aching, knots in my stomach and Im hyperventalating. 
Please come and answer me, find a way to hear my words, so loudly screamed, 
You loved me once more than I deserved, love me enough now to absolve my hurt. 
Please forgive me Darling, I didn't mean to beg, 
There is nothing left of me but a shadow on the edge of the bed.


Details | Free verse | |

Did That Really Just Happen

I coincide with my fear for that's how it began not everybody seems to like it but this is who I am is it my learning curve trough when I can barely stand to see the damage as such eclipsed reflections ever seem to manage Caught up in a daze when no one is amazed seeing the same old miracles get boring around the way keep the old memories locked under heavy guarded key when they are needed unlocked, they now are driving I still trust myself far more than I do you a hesitant resident to the evil of for which I have no use if I'm a danger where lies your proof? forever lacking like my substance, abused It's all a facade when I involve everyone's problems while mine go unresolved maybe just hidden not fully denied at least I embrace them as yours eat your insides As I seldom make sense struggling towards safe I would settle for distorted at least I'm used to the grey that enters as static often hard to translate if your listening closely to the frequency of my hate As our eyes meet, paralyzation they cannot believe the others fixation in this, we witness an intense exchange as we wonder the question we come off strangely the same True friends, I found need no explanation or apologize to forgive their embarassing frustrations just a certain understanding motives not lacking in action as we ask ourselves in unison Did that really just happen?


Details | Alliteration | |

The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


Details | Blank verse | |

Breaking Down Our Culture

Slowly one’s life like my rich ancient culture slowly breaks down/ 
All parts of my traditional sculpture peace taken down/
 I’m a twenty-first century reservation war camp inmate I don’t know why I keep getting the shake down/
 I was once filled with change until I experienced the greed and money of the American influenced reservation hate now/
 Life young was once but no longer great now/ 
I wanted to at least finish school or college or get a real job but it seems like it’s almost too late now/
 With certainty I’m going to leave my hood but now people are telling me to stay now/ Jail keeps getting me but prison is not too far away to stay out/
 Life’s road is to uncertainty is paved out/
 Before me a path righteousness of opportunity laid out/
 Like fast food , I’m surely on my way out/ Life’s ready for me now I better take out/ 
Fresh ready for a dip in the ocean’s lake out/ 
I’m mustn’t give in no more because where I’m from has taught me to make it a must that I take now/
 Dreams are made every day but more often than not dreams continue to break now/
 Life is a piece of steak it’s no longer a cake now/
 Leaves scattered throughout my life I better grab the rake now/
 I better hold my own because I know my soul called friends but especially family can still betray now/ 
This is my life, this is my destiny, this is my fate now/ 
I got to be more real with my life I got to stop trying to be fake now/
 Because In the end where I’m from it all slowly like my culture, like my life around here ……its breaking down.


Details | Free verse | |

A DEDICATION TO ALL SOUP '' FAM '' UNITED-TING

POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING 
HANDED STRANGER IN 
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK 
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED 
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED 
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS 
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A 
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY 
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO 
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP 
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE* 
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL 
SOUP (*FAM..*)

WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART 
CARMA 06-19-12

INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!


Details | Lyric | |

UNICORN DREAM

In everyone’s heart and on their minds there’s a special dream they’re trying to find. A wise old couple traveled the world in search of their unicorn dream. They came to an island in the sun then they knew their search was done. They captured a fabulous unicorn then they came home from their travels all tattered and torn they boasted of their fine treasure they had tied and bound. Then flash she set herself free with the magic of her own horn. The wise couple said “maybe it was for the best”. They knew they had been trapped for years in their own dream. Yet not to be discouraged by their last quest they set sail again to search for the best. No matter if you are one or ninety don’t hide your dreams. As sure as there is a morning star, your dreams may not be too far. It may be the love you never had. It may be the book you never wrote. It may be the song you really wanted but did not sing. Everyone has someone or something deep inside they want to have and hold and possess. Like the wise old couple keep on searching till you find your own happiness.


Details | Narrative | |

Moon Kissed

Shadows chasing shooting stars, the poets cry as they write the future.
Words begin to fall like rain, emotions flow between the wind.

The atmosphere evolves.

A beating heart peaking up beneath the pavement. Vines of green hug the pulsating instrument.
Flowers blossom to the sound, a bitter sweet symphony. Petals dance with pixies  upon trees.

The night is singing.

The air is thick and the moon is watching, the glow of silver pours on down.
A kiss of crimson and the heart starts racing. Midnight lovers of the enchanted woods.

A candle burns.

The wax begins to drip upon the rose, the lovers kiss begins to part.
The dancers stop as the crescendo descends, silence for the beating heart.


Details | ABC | |

if you only knew

when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture 
and i fear theyll regret it 
and other women dont care even at all 
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine


Details | Free verse | |

lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | Free verse | |

Unknown

I've read too many books
I've heard too many songs
I've seen too many things
to know where I belong.
To know where I fit in
along which walk of life.
I yearn not for the truth
But for a guiding light
I want to find a prince
A struggle, and a quest
I want to fight with skill
a sword upon my waist
I want to scream and yell
with all the angry crowds
I want to conquer all,
and rest in golden halls
I want my words to weave
a canopy of life
I want my stories told
To children when I die
I want to live a life
of beauty, love, and war
I want my eyes to shine,
I want my wings to soar
Alas it cannot be
The time for that is past
My dreams will never be
The world I long for never was
It's driven me insane
For when I hear the calls,
the symphony of where I ought to be
it's Powersurging thrall
The tears begin to flow
For what I'll never see
The minds that wrought my world
are cruel minds indeed.


Details | Lyric | |

Umid

Umidin topragi  sevgi
Ofkem olsa  gozyasi
Tufan  olsa sondurse
Bitmeyen yanginini anilarin

Umidim sevginin atesi
Hikayesi anlatmakla  bitmez
Uyanirim kaygilanirima
Duslerim seni her gece 

Korkmadan yilmadan
Dusunurum yolunu
Duydukca adini uzaktan
Aglar yanarim her gece

Dalgalar ve ruzgarlar 
Ve bitmeyen yagmurlar
Yine kosarim umide
Nefesim aglatir beni
Dogarim yeniden umide

Umidin hayalinde sensiz
Yasarim gunahlarimi
Sesizligin olumunde
Sensiz her gece 

Kul olan agacim yeserse


Details | Epic | |

Epiphany

An epiphany is actually a Christian holiday that takes place on the 6th of January every year. An epiphany is also a sudden realization of greater truth. It seems that after he or she had said some hateful remarks about each other or whatever, he or she finally has an epiphany; people should accept some changes in their lives. Epiphany is used different ways, especially when it comes to being a Christian holiday, even after Christmas. The only way for people to each have an epiphany is to end their selfish and hateful ways. And the fact that day in and day out, even if these people are moving on with their lives, they should do the same. Some people, like Albert Einstein, were using the word "epiphany" as a scientific term, but it's used to end all types of selfishness and a lot of arrogance. No wonder why epiphany has affected the lives of every human being on planet earth. and just like I said, the only way to end this selfishness is to have an epiphany. The only reason why he/she shouldn't care about him/herself anymore is because other people are as important as he or she is. Without multiple people in their lives, he or she is nothing. He or she must put all negative thoughts aside in order to save themselves from reliving a lot of painful memories. Everybody knows that God wanted the entire human race to get along well. Right now, I wish every human being on the planet each have an epiphany and were to stop being self-centered and start thinking about others besides themselves. Unless he or she each has an epiphany and until he or she ends his or her selfish ways, he or she will likely spend the remainder of his or her days alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Meteorological Balloons

It’s been days since I’ve slept
Amazed my body still functions
Brain and body motions
Yet to junction

My mind goes 
At an unbelievable pace
Seems as if 
In an undefeatable race

People approach
And ask how I’ve been
My reply leaves their thoughts
At a hysterical spin

Ive been drinking for days
And days on end
With all of these women 
I seem to befriend

One thing
That always seems true
Is one needs a friend
When they feel low and blue

Pop in some Barry White
When that feeling is right
Everything’s gonna be fine
On this tequila night

Everything will be fine
Come dawn
The sun will shine
Just two people

In hand is a bottle
Radio plays that old soul tune
The two of us are so far gone
Like meteorological balloons

Why waste
A moment like this
All that is needed
Is that first long kiss





	
				


Details | Acrostic | |

Relax and Kick Back

Relax your mind from any troubles that come your way
Easier said than done…but it’s required of us to have leisure time once in a great while! I have no problem with that whatsoever!
Laze around and put your mind at ease please? Hang out with your friend and have a cup of tea or coffee or any alcoholic beverage! There’s plenty to choose from! There are soft drinks in the refrigerator! There’s orange juice? Milk? Water with ice or without ice perhaps? Please, tell me or I’ll drive you and myself nuts! 
And…simply…kick back! Chillax! Everything’s gonna work out in the end for a purpose that’s beyond brilliant! Just let it be…for now!
XOXO’s will be sent to you by a mystery girl (Your secret admirer sends you XOXO’s to you in other wacko words)! Oooh…I wonder who’s that lucky person! Do you have the hearts for her, young man? Whisper ‘yes’ or ‘no’ in my ears and I won’t tell a single soul, I swear from the bottom of my heart!

Allow yourself to get out of your comfort zone and explore the Joyous Island – surely you’ll know where the wind blows!~~~
Never lose touch of wisdom and wise sayings from the elder you’ve met somewhere in your past…use your time wisely, good sir, and don’t forget to be carefree!
Danger might come our way! But, be happy – that’s what it’s s’posed to be, pal! Dangers are but for a moment, so have no fear, dear boy!

Kick back and let yourself unwind for a time! Let everything solve on its own – take a break from the job and God will finish our job in no time if we place it in his hands, we’ll witness his mesmerizing miracles
I’m sorry! I’m so sorry to hear that you’re currently unemployed! I wish you luck in your future findings and your search for jobs of course!
Chit chat with your companion and speak your mind to him…oh buddy – make sure to spend time with each other and do some rather epic activities 
Kill the fears and reign over your phobias and be brave instead! Everything will be OK! No need to feel this overwhelming amount of dread!

Believe me – I’m not a pro at being worry-free, but I am able to give you tips about how to decrease your anxiety (I hope you take them into consideration and I hope it proves to be helpful in your daily life)
Ah…right! The title is redundant – silly me...I should’ve caught that before writing this composition, but it’s too late now – this verse is about to be done and it would be another chore to change it up! Funny, I just noticed the title and its “accident” – that, my friend, is heelarious! 
Chilly- the weather is… you should’ve worn a sweater or something of that type of clothing! 
Kangaroos spend their leisure time, hopping happily – will you do the same or get all worked up all over again? 


Details | Free verse | |

Denounce hate

Confiscate the blood shade
What map in world is your interest
How its divided borders of hate to bring a meal its own people
Spring Rise or Nuke evils or grater dear friend state 
Are they our priority to put the hot meal in family table
In middle all paying high price and no clue at all
Denounce hate born to dead we're all peaceful
Once please more focus the people its own land.


Details | Free verse | |

Rites of Passage

I write right rites for I dare not get them wrong and if I do I promise you forever will I be one with the darkness that enters strong to take over my faith everything I've ever known to be will quickly be erased I don't think I'd make it that doesn't make me weak no one has crossed over and made it back without scars that can be seen I would rather be with a conscious free of guilt always inviting who I find mighty into the temple I have built I enter my own creation and take a look around to fix the flaws or scrap it all rebuild it on solid ground the morale can be found even in ignorance I admit I'm slightly jealous by your smiles of wild bliss is it really that easy to never give a care for any other person or thing but the reflection behind your stare I wish I knew my limit for then I could plan my life but the constant of the mystery is the source that fuels my might in a moment of clarity I see how small I am so let me back away with face before you know how far I can stretch my imagination a universe inside is born it only lasts for seven minutes before I destroy it with my scorn I'm a danger to myself all my lies are white I will soon unleash the godhead to rectify that one forsaken rite


Details | Rhyme | |

miss the crystal tears

i hope for rain,
i long for a smile,
i wish for a dream,
that i've missed for awhile,

i hope for love,
i long for sun,
i wish for joy,
i've missed the fun,

i hope for me,
i long for wishing,
i wish for you,
who i keep missing.

love and glitter.


Details | Free verse | |

There is a lot to learn

As I tred this pilgrims pathway to the marching in Zion
I sometimes will loose control yet I know very well
The person inside resides a tender chord of love
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call

Filtered through a straw we loose our inner force 
To govern the most influential scope
Some haven't even bothered to cope
Having a fight with the soap on the rope

The turning of the tide we will hide behind
That heavy pier of loose compromise
Twisted allegations conspired in its diabolical lies
Shattered then shaped by a cullmination of respect

The service was over now pay the check !


Details | Free verse | |

It Grows, It Shows - a collaboration with my sister, Sharon

My heart is like a red, gorgeous rose. 
It grows still in the glowing sun. 
It's like a newborn child or son. 
My heart is as lonely as a lake. 
But, there is no mistaking.
That my heart was breaking. 
Maybe I’m in low spirits for humanity. 
Possibly, escape is no calamity.
Escape from cruel reality. 
Now, that's a possibility. 
That opens up the doors of opportunity. 
Open up and it can make us truly free.
There’s no denying that our lives were close at stake.
My spirit within me begins to break.
It’s as if the sun’s shining another direction.
It shows behind clouds of gray affection.
My heart is far greater than poetry and prose.


Details | Epic | |

Under Pressure

Hold your breath
Take a drift into the sobbing clouds 
Keep them away from drowning death
They remained under pressure for years 

The clouds can't help it
They must release the pain and pressure

So they drown themselves in sorrow 
Sending dramatic rain from bitter clouds 
Leaving tomorrow 
In the muddied meadow 

The brook took its toll
Around the valley, below the drooping clouds 
Piercing the land like a fish crashing upon a hook

The clouds are relieved 
It won't miss a single moment of bonding foundation 
They believed 
That happiness was the key to a mere satisfaction 

*dedicated to Kalona*
Flow along 
Be relieved 
Don't remain under 
earth's pressure

Hold on to your jolly requests 
Remember this, keep this in mind: 

Build a reliable goal 
And kill the stress 
Push aside suicidal pressure 

Remember this as well: 

Go to school
And learn to 
cooperate with the world 

And get ready...be well dressed
For the biggest decision in your life


Details | Free verse | |

Words For The Seekers Of Light

What is left to be said whats done is far behind I'll always be filled with wonder until all reasoning subsides Sometimes I feel it's pointless for me to even try a futile attempt to break through your weakness disguised as pride As I write this all for me I won't apologize I've been sorry for long enough maybe its a failure to realize the strides I made were paid in full yet I still give you credit your not lost, just misinformed it's not your fault so don't regret it I only know what love is because it opposes my hate by the time it reaches inside my soul it will intentionally be too late I'll leave room for no one to care it always just seems they do if one would could define you it might be too much confused So now you fold into the generic mold the world is full of that only you can really change it at the rate it's going, I doubt that


Details | Free verse | |

Ghosts of Reconciliation

Lost, yet driven the plot just thickened takes a wrong turn yet still I learn to fight to live another day words can't do justice to misery Lost, now stolen my heart grows cold and I know your pain, it seems too much to take sometimes, just try to go on until running takes to hiding suddenly surprised by a hooded shadow person of somewhat self resemblance I come to the realization I am bearing witness into the other side Is this ghastly ghost my last lost companion we take to the dance of reconciliation soon other spirits join they can't resist temptation even that of my enemy turns out they only pretend to be a friend to me I see right past waiting on the other side for the last dance to cross over


Details | Free verse | |

I do not see what you see

In epic self-loathing
I let the phone ring, knowing
how you interpret silence
but hope for a psychic storm to send
respect from a thoughtless martyr across
30 miles of invisible space.
 
This contradiction believes
in hope but bears none;
thought doing right by you was
as simple as words (spoken,
perhaps, in haste but not insincerity)
when every step forward was
impulsive, marred by guilt
for a twice-lost picture of a life
I never really lived.
 
Flawed, perceptibly,
and unable to believe that
there is grace in weakness
when it stays my feet in time
as you move...


Details | Sonnet | |

Above Desire

Though days are long and nights longer by far,
and seconds pass while hours slip slowly by;
I glimpse the long gone past through door ajar
to those golden moments my spirit flies.

Hand in hand loosely locked we two glide
o'er pebbled paths and rutted rambling roads;
no draconic vision belays our stride
for in our hearts there sings a ribald ode.

Of Artur and his lovely Guinevere,
ensconced in castle, turret's flags unfurled;
who boldly bask inside the glow and glare,
all round this cameo the conscience curls.

Oh, let all mankind gallantly aspire,
to these lofty heights above man's desire.



Details | I do not know? | |

Lets eras hate

Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid I’ll pull you up and away from this place Come with me into the night We will walk down lanes of soft moon light Come to me lonely souls Fight for your right to be heard Open your eyes sunshine Day light has casted a hazy glow Were not alone Others walk this hidden path as well Put down the knifes that carve your flesh Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string Take their hands Hold them tight Reassure the need to stay For we all fear the fall back into abandonment Cradle the young left on the streets Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach Let us walk as one A line that reaches shore to shore For we are strong and loved When we remember are hand are linked as one Let your feet stomp down hate Your hart sing songs of strength Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms For hatred has wounded and scared us all Take them up and sooth their fears Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair Do not weep alone my loves Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs We all must weep when things have become too much to bear For you are not alone nor week Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen So to all my passer bys Bullies Racist And you that pray upon the “week” I can not hate that what you are But I will rebel agents that what you do For us who you hate and torment out number you One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do And when you do………….. Even you may join are line For even you will cry Even you will feel alone Even you will one day want to die Perhaps you all ready do Perhaps now you see We all need love Love from and for each other We are all human Even you


Details | I do not know? | |

Eyes Wide Open

I walked on past you
Never stopped to see
Those painful eyes
Looking up at me

Never saw the bodies
Huddled in the rain
Never saw my brothers
Crying in pain

I'm Held deep in silence,
Day after day 
The sun shines bright
until the clouds fade to grey

Tear drops they fall, 
Fall down like rain
Flooding these streets
Full of shame
full of shame

Now my eyes are wide open
I see what I see
All the pain that's caused 
Is Caused by you and me...


Details | Lyric | |

Apophis

You say you know no saviour,
You say you know no God. 
But find your scripts and rosary,
You'll need them when I'm done. 

Seven armies couldn't stop me.
Seven horsemen couldn't budge
All that I have inside me,
And that I've become. 

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet. 

Drink your holy water and cleanse inside,
I'm waiting until midnight.
I won't stop until I hold your heart.
I won't stop until own your soul. 

This evil plays such a pretty song,
You know the words now sing along.
Oh the notes they sound so sweet
In this dark, dark, dark symphony. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet


Details | Ode | |

Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.


Details | Free verse | |

Perfect

Even the Weakest ray of sunshine
Is begging to be shown
Known

Refusing to hide
Just wants to shine

Remaining patient
Gleaming, parting the clouds
Illuminance

Waiting for the moment 
To be Perfect, as it will be 

When it is time





Details | Free verse | |

Infinity

Possibly
I lost count
Because I did spend a great amount
Of time lying in bed, thinking of all you've said 
The only cure I have left is the emotions I've bled
In my life, I've been released...I once believed 
I flew away-- chainless and relieved
I lost count 
Infinity


Details | Narrative | |

The Melody of Hope

There I lay upon the curb, my heart still beating An Icy breeze cutting through, my souls was fleeting Looking up into the skies, I saw a flash of hope The clouds divided into blue, and dangled down a helping rope Rising up I start again, I'm fighting stronger The music plays inside my head, this I remember I use the melody to build my strength, I'm shining brighter I lace deceit with the flammable truth, I drop the lighter The phoenix rises from the flames, I see it's eyes Exploded candles ignite the way, I hear it's cries The path I walk leads to my home, a second chance At the end one final trial, it's the devils dance There it lay upon the curb, It's heart still beating Reaching out I take my sword, It's life depleting One final strike and a broken heart, death becomes her The sun comes out and begins to beam, hope forever


Details | Free verse | |

At World's End

At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.


Details | Epic | |

Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


Details | Epic | |

The Devil Himself

I feel horrible about being a slave
Day by Day I work
For a man that I hate

I decide to leave on the Underground Railroad
To escape from my master, the Devil himself
Get away and hope to be safe

I hope to leave on a warm summer day
I am waiting for my chance to go
I will escape to the north for my freedom

My journey takes me to places
Places I have never seen before
Unfortunately, I can only see these places after dark

I face the danger of being caught
Being returned to the plantation
Where I will be beaten, by the devil

The dangers have made me feel unsafe
No matter where I go, I am never safe
I still can be caught

I have help along the way
The people who support us
The people who leave signals for us to stay

I have made it to the north, to freedom
I react with a great rejoice
Joy, which I have never had before


Details | I do not know? | |

The breath God gave me.

Cancel the thoughts you were thinking, 
The pressure in this place can crush,
Gravity causes my soul to start sinking.
Red painted hearts with death around the crust.


I will never trust because i am aware,
Cowards can never cower,
Even the red pointed beast couldn't scare.
I believe in a higher power.


My being is solid like rock of the thickest mountain,
My blood flows free ,
My inner core changes shape from life of the fountain.
My life will always be.


To see me would be a leap for most,
Look me in the eyes,
To grasp my concept would turn your life into a host.
Making you apart of my cause in hope.
I stand below the lies.


Try the tricky geometry i call me,
For me and my other parts are one,
I am the light sparkling on the sea.
Even when dark I'm apart of the sun.


Carbon bubbles up from my surface to show confliction,
My soul will not stand still,
I am outer space, for my space there's no restriction.
But venture to far and i will kill.


I race to a place that's out of grasp,
Will you keep pace?
I find beauty in what you think is trash.
What will you call my case?


Unready to give up things that aren't visible,
Unsure of things that don't change,
Uninterested in places that are livable.
Understanding of things that are strange.


Cant you keep my stride if i sprint?
Can you feel my insides scream?
Cant you avoid the things that tempt?
Can you really trust that I'm what i seem?


You can see me sprout from the ground,
But my roots stretch forever underneath.
You can feel my voice without a sound,
You will feel me even if existence is brief.

The breath God gave me.


Details | Narrative | |

Walking to Redemption

Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.


Details | Pastoral | |

The Faithful Servant

 The Faithful Servant
   
 
  Thy Beloved
Invisible thy to you
You to I 
Yet Bound by our Fathers love on High
All of these bodies. 
Make Up
One Nation
Under God
There is no true life without the Father
The Son
The Holy Spirit
His Spicket 
Drenches us in his Love
He Loves Every One
Why Then, Do You Search for answers? 
The answer is clear
Christ is saying to you
I AM HERE! ! ! 
The quest within you
from whence born again
The transformation was to begin
Walking in Blind Faith
Though Seeing More Clearly
The Lord Is By Our Side
He is Our General
To Lead us in our battles
We strive for Perfection
Falling short of His Grace Each Time
Knowing We are Human
Accepts Us Lovingly
He Stretches out his hands with the mighty key of Love
Faith
Hope
Love
The Greatest of these is Love He said
This is How my Father in Heaven Lived
So Shall I
By opening the door, you shall wake the Father.
Well Done Good and Faithful Servant! ! ! ! 
Well Done! ! ! 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Daily Thought

Your idea of perfection is only reflection of your own spirit, 
hear it now if they've chosen not to clear it, 
up for you and whoever else is lost, 
and while your create your world think of what it costs, to be free. 
People die, lie and survive all for the sake of thee. 
And understand that I am aware of what I speak of, 
I'll be the first to admit what my etheric energy reeks of :P 
I'm not afraid because I'm not a liar, it's that simple to fumigate the fire, 
that you have let grow out of controlling, 
never tapping into your subconscious without a good night of rolling.. or getting "trippy" , See I'll die one day but I be closer to people with me, 
and until that day I'M ALIVE and certainly fits me :) 
But, .. people say I'm crazy when I say I love you all, 
and I pray that you stand up every time you fall. 
I have respect and don't expect any praise at all, 
my telephones my heart... I wonder when the world will call.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Said I AM


God said;  My provision for you
 is more than enough.
I'll see you through when the going gets rough.

I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told.
I am Jehovah...your provider... 
more precious than gold.

I am the sufficient one who's able
 to meet your need.
Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed.

Eat of the Bread of Life that
only I can give!
Allow it to enrich your soul
each day you live. 

Come and drink of my water which
 never shall run dry.
I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai!

I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land.
I am here for you!  Give me your trust and your hand.

Let me do what no other power or God can do.
I am that I am!   I am God!   And I'm here for you!

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | I do not know? | |

The depth of me falls deeper than the Earths abyss.

I see myself in the mirror, no reflection.

Watching with no sound

I change my road everyday, no direction

Confliction on redirecting images snaps me back before i hit the ground.

I can breathe when i want to, i need not air

My heart moves never

Even if i die from lack of, you need not care

Which is even better



When i die ill be remembered

Even in sleep I'm missed

In sleep my mind is gone and dismembered

When i awake I'm pissed.



I can feel the Suns rays hitting my face

Still there is no life in my space

I crave a taste but fulfilment's not found

And as quickly as i started i stop without sound



I lack the light in the room that watches

Scream in rooms that's meant to silence

Even when gunshots end with blotches

I laugh in the face of violence

The depth of me falls deeper than the Earths abyss


Details | Couplet | |

All the little Pieces

"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" 
Brought me to a cemetery that had many creases,
I walked the graveyard of my mind last night,
I saw many people sleeping tight,	
I saw the ones that made me smile,
I saw the ones who were part of my biggest trials,
I saw the failures of my past,
I saw the sorrow of a childhood that went to fast,
I saw the liars who stole from me,
I saw the heathens, who lived lives that were empty,
I saw the chameleons trying to blend in with the bareness 
and vulnerability of winter trees,
I saw all those who listened 
But silenced my innocent pleas,
I saw the aisles of fragmentation,
Broken dreams and manipulation,
I saw the wrinkles and the tares,
From having a father who was never there,
But then I saw amazing grace,
Shimmering under a mercy tree,
I realized that all of those stones,
Had made me what I was called to be,
Each plot was responsible for a certain quality in me,
Allowing me to be able to identify
With others drastically,
I saw the days of evil tightly bolted down,
I saw clarity, which was once lost
Now completely found,
I saw the page turn 
As the past had been burned,
I saw Gods presence filling up 
Every area where I yearned,
I saw a radiant light pointing far ahead,
Directing me out of my mind 
Resurrecting all that was dead,
I saw those doors to that cemetery close very tight
As I continued towards what was extremely bright,
I felt an unusual grin,
Overwhelm me from within
I saw an extraordinary flower,
Come forth with might and power.


By: Sabina Nicole 
6/20/11
Contest  "All the little pieces"


Details | Blank verse | |

I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


Details | I do not know? | |

My fortress inside.

The borders to my fortress stay closed,
The plague inside must be contained,
I killed the open for the threat they posed.
Starve the tricky to keep thoughts drained.
Hoarders stay free, for they keep me,
The obedient get combined for strength in numbers,
But the observant get blinded for the sights they see.
Multiple births get canceled throughout the summers.


This land will not fail, there is no option,
For used to be soon mother there is adoption.


My colony quickly  expanded as i matured,
Its dangerous to be free yet lost,
My path was finally found, no longer detoured .
And i will never stray again, no matter the cost.


Details | Free verse | |

Through the Years

Through The Years

Trough the years my love for you has bloomed
Bursting with vibrancy, the petals of love reaching up toward the light
Like my loving arms longing to embrace you
Through the years our bond has become resilient
Like the roots of a Sequoya, rooted deep, unmovable
I fear I can’t love you enough for my satisfaction 
But day by day my love increases, feeding my wanting soul
Filling me with joy
Through the years we have struggled and strived
From thick to thin, through harsh and mild
Battling life’s adversaries side by side
Our version of Bonnie and Clyde
Through the years I have seen you grow and transform
Becoming the man I didn’t know you could be
So subtle and distinct like the musk of the Egyptians
Would I have know the man you have become 
Through the years my love has elevated to an exceptional level
It soars up high on the wings of an Eagle
Kissing and caressing the sky
Like the sweet kisses you lavish on my willing lips
Through the years our souls have become intertwined
Twisting and fortifying the strands of our hearts
Making what was once two become one
Changing our once eager love into our now total adoring devotion
Such a journey we have made is not for the faint of heart
This story we have written not intended for the novice 
A picturesque love we have nurtured and cherished
My love we have made it……..
Through the years


Details | Free verse | |

Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)



Details | I do not know? | |

Aurora

Day turns to night
With the flash of a light
The stars in the sky
Are lights in his eyes
Iridescence of the moon
Reflect on the dunes
A rainbow of colors
The sand is smothered
With the blues
The greens
And the reds
A parade of sparks
Making their marks
On the couple below
Watching the glow
As they dance
And prance
In the sand
Of the land
Of the blues
The greens
And the reds


Details | ABC | |

WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?

WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?


JAMESTOWN
1607 



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

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

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

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



THE FIRST THANKSGIVING



The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.

Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.

They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.

Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.

It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.

From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.

The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.

It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.








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Thoughtless Explosions of Verbiage

In times of joy and in times of pain 
words are the only elusive attempt at portrayal 
Daunting Contraptions Contracted in a few fleshy pounds 
hidden in a bloody swirling cesspool hiding in our skulls 
Thoughtless explosions of verbiage fill the pages of 
time & space in this place, feeble attempts at nothing 
merely interjections of uselessness. We canter down 
these halls of life opening doors & closing others, 
doors hard to shut are better left open. To breath the 
breath of life through these pounding heads of humanity. 
Beating its burden of confusion & false hope straight to 
the source ... producing order? What a concept in this place 
as to say a controlled explosion our existence is 
the oxymoron that is all. We live the days like 
the pun of some joke that's been forgotten. 
We soothe our souls with others expressions, broadcasting 
feeling to the masses. Ideas thought for someone else 
helpless sheep in this hillside pasture we're spinning on. 
Songs of hope & joy inspire & drive others to the end. Confident 
that more words will help in the future. Addicted to 
others feelings & ideas to produce our own. Mindless bites 
gurgle out real life for ratings while we all watch 
ourselves and turn back to the box. The box should 
falsify our existence but then the black emptiness that 
has become our hard existence. Tired lonely 
followers dancing till the end .... 
Ah the end 


Details | I do not know? | |

A new year.

Check it the new paradigm is sound,
look left and right, a new brother and sister found,
matching the positivity pound for pound,
well aware this is just the first round,
a fight long since started,
fully mapped out and chartered,
fought by enemies’ and loved ones,
both alive and dearly departed.

So much bigger than the individual,
yet reside in the microsm, of subconscious push and conscious pull,
alluded by ego into a deep fall,
to willing to be stupid to appear cool,
brain functioning on the alpha wave,
programmed by your H.D. t.v.,
your a mind slave,
we’re all invited to the bondage rave,
it’s more addictive than these little Prozac pills,
encouraged to self terminate, but not to adopt new life skills,
give your brain some whole grain to mill over,
churn up some bright green pasture clover,
produce some quality spiritual milk,
exit the brain like verbal silk,
because food for thought is spiritual elixir,
2010 is going to be a very interesting year.


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Tomorrow

These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching 
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant 
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light 
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this 
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet 
dreams dreamer....


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COMMUNION AND COMMITMENT

supper is served by our Savior so that all who wish to dine
can do a self-examination as they partake of the bread and the wine
we've been invited by Jesus the Christ to convene on a spiritual plane
to commune and commit our faith in remembrance of His name

Paul the Apostle challenges all of us to step up to the plate
to test our resolve, secure our commitment and replenish our faith
yet the very ones who criticize church folks more than others
have no problem being with hypocrites unless their Christian sisters and brothers

Christians are not perfect we all have our share of sin
be we know enough to repent to the One who looks beyond them
we know enough to be before God who looks past our faults and misdeeds
we know He is our strength and help and understands all of our needs
He invited us to His supper to nourish our souls and help us heal
He forgives us our transgressions and our desires He fulfills

communion and commitment in the name of Jesus the Christ
communion and commitment as we walk this journey called life
He gave of His body and He shed His precious blood
His death on the cross was a sacrifice and a gesture of love
a Sacrament, a sacred oath to us Jesus did give
so that all of God's children in truth and light can now live

so in remembrance to all those saints and souls who have come and gone
in remembrance of our Redeemer with Whom I dine as a way to atone
communion and commitment to my Savior Jesus the Christ
the bread and the wine in remembrance of all that He sacrificed


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9:11 PM on 9-11

9:11 PM on 9/11

(1st line: 9 syllables
2nd line: 11 syll.'s

1st line: 9 syllables
2nd line: 11 syll.'s
etc.)

I give honor to those heroic 
Individuals who have sacrificed their lives 

Thanks, everyone, who viewed this day with
Reverence, consideration and meekness 

For all who passed away on this day – 
I’m sorry to hear of the destruction you

Saw with terror and grief…soon, there will 
Be peace on Earth…Rest in Peace and rise in Mirth 

Ev’ry year, when this day comes, sorrow
Sweeps over me…at nine eleven PM

Chaos will keep on brewing…grab the
Rope of hope…We need the Divine Savior soon…

For all who are grieving on this day,
I’d like to hand you a handkerchief…don’t weep!

Take heart, you cold-blooded Terrorists
Who p-planned on taking down the Twin Towers

Rest in peace…when you all awaken, 
Be in High Spirits, you splendid sunrises

Written by me ~  
This poem is dedicated wholeheartedly to the 9/11 event ~


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Pain Sustains Eternally

Once, I entered insanity with nothing and walked away with something can only be explained as knowing everything is perception nothing is real just the really fake and the only power is in that which you create something from nothing a simple knowing no one ever knew me except for what they accepted from everything but the source for I am eternal a nothing existence in an invisible sun everything dead that it touches Your all just figments of my imagination and this whole wide world a small part of my creation just for entertainment I gave you pleasure never could measure any ounce of belief because the image only ever existed as a small internal knowing I knew it was there I know I existed while your living only through my cancerous cells Words hurt, and pain kills too many problems two little pills no more sorrow it serves no use no one cares when they feel abuse words build into a sentence as many lines lead me to finish a guilty closure, a salty sweet that can't maintain as words to be I close my eyes, to nod away the pain sustains, eternally.


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Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


Details | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | Free verse | |

Mask of the Faithless

Why do you run oh faithless one from the direction of his affection? where are you going whilst never knowing the stone foundation of that one true belief Things that aren't seen aren't always not there think of the oxygen you breathe in the air think of what made you and why your here surely the reason exists just to believe in For I am here for you if ever you need together we'll enter intense questioning until we find answers that content the soul or bask in your destruction like a great living black hole One cannot be so stuck in intrigue if he never questions there is no direction floating aimlessly on a sea of dead horses these are the forces that trick as they treat Demons are angels and angels are felt inside as your idol invading with stealth controlling your process then you are owned never again, to be forgiven and atoned Now deemed unworthy cast out by the Lord who doesn't exist now at all, anymore in your warped mind destiny in your palm void of the meaning and never reach a calm The rivers now run in red pools of blood as the false God remains worshiped comes the death of all love never such an evil as the nefarious nephilim known as the creator of man's original sin.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Year Ends A New One Starts

A Year has gone, A New one has arrived 
I hope this year is full of good-cheer with plenty of
laughter to keep you smiling and your
hopes alive through-out the year,
leave the tears,forget the fears think of the
joy of the comming year.


My Wish for you  is for your best year yet,
A year in which you cherish and 
memories you make that you'll  never ever forget.

 let it be everything you hope it to be and  to stay  happy and
healthy, hope you get all you wish
for this year and awhole lot more .

Never let the world get you down 
always turn a frown up-side down into
a smile and make each day of the year
Worth While. 

 Leave your cares behind you and start
anew with a positive view and be 
happy in what ever you choose to do.

I will always spare a thought eachday that goes by
and think of you  with a smile on my face
and a twinkle in my eye knowing the reason 
why I wrote to you because It is something I
love to do, make others happy when tears are few
and with this I send my  Best Wishes To You.







 






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Dream Come True

Dream Come True
WLM
January 12, 2011


I will not be blue
For my dream has come true
She has come to me
We will just let it be
I have waited so long
And my love has grown so strong
To have and to hold
For to always be bold
To let her know
How my love will show
To make it right
And look into the bright light
I want her to stay
For she will have it her way
She is so smart
I will sing like a lark
For she is mine 
In this day and this time
Our love will grow
To others it will show
Her and I surely long
For together we belong
And to her I yearn
Not a hint of concern
We will always be
As one entity




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WORLD POETRY MOVEMENT

W- Wisdom and enchantment
O- Organization and envolement
R- Read, Rate, review my poems on World Poetry Movement
L- Leader Board for you
D- Destination of your desires

P- Poems from your point of view
O- Opens the mind- 
E- Envelopes and editing to do
T- Time lines and guidelines
R- Relatives invited
Y- Your all invited to read rate and review
 
M- My entry to the contest, hurry ends soon
O- Over $10,000 in prizes
V- Versed for you
E- Endless entries full of entertainment
M- Might be a good experience, something new
E- Epic arrangements put into view
N- Newly published bereavements
T- Testing to types of views, contest came and went


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IT'S MY RESURRECTION TOO

two women both named Mary in the spirit of love, courage and care
went to the tomb where Jesus was laid but did not find Him there
it was the fulfillment of the prophecy that Jesus Himself said
that after three days He would arise His resurrection from the dead
an angel of the Lord was waiting there wearing raiment white as snow
It told both women to "fear not" for Jesus had to go
It said go and tell the Disciples all of Jesus' men
to go to Galilee where they would see Him again

it was a transformation, it was a cosmic victory for life
the resurrection of our Savior our Lord Jesus the Christ
but that would not be the end of this biblical story
as it's my resurrection too and I give God all the glory
on a Friday that day when Jesus was crucified
on a Friday high on a cross for my sins He died

we live in a society where the fear of living is abound
and many welcome death which seems to be all around
people are scared to live life and death is romanticized
for it is much harder to live than it is to die
but it"s my resurrection too, it's my affirmation of life
it's my resurrection too, as I also arose with Christ

Jesus came to make life justified and fair
but those in powerful positions did not want Him there
it's not that much different than what President Obama is trying to do
where those in powerful places want to get rid of him too

for us to be like Jesus who came to give us abundant life
for us to be like Jesus, the Word, the Son, the Gospel, the Christ
to overcome hatred and promote unconditional love
to overcome death and be resurrected by the power of His blood
it's my resurrection too it's my escape from a spiritual grave
it's my resurrection too for through Christ I've been saved


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My hope

My hope is that you read my entire epic tale
Cause if you don’t I’ll call the cops…have you put in jail
It tells of hopes and schemes with endless dreams 
And mankind’s eternal rocky trail
Don’t be afraid it’s simply me pursuing something I’m quite sure of
My optimistic hope we can agree on a world built on love
“Mankind and flowers” 1,2,3,4


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Too bare, to bare

Too long, to long for that which I once had.
Undoing the melody,
that played on my heart strings.
Skinning the weasel 
that would eat innocence.

Too empty, to empty myself here and now.
Body beaten,
mind unwound, 
heart underground.
Stealing joy:
the occupation of fallen one.

Too bare, to bare fragile soul in this state.
Naked
the day I awoke
to see that nothing is mine.
Skiving from love
that left me burning.

Too sorry, to sorry the pain into dark corners.
Lion and snake
take turns to occupy
my gaze and soul.
Leaving me mixed-up and confounded.


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The Vengeance of Hatred

up and down feelings
floor to the ceiling 
big and the small
or barely at all
jumble of thoughts
build up like a compost
all of the utmost
useless importance

String me along for days
like ever present
unaware essence
of the magical sun's 
scorching lashing out r
shooting through the vacant space
only one destination
like a certain pinpoint revelation

Stabbing back
we surprise attack
the only shock
comes to me as an afterthought...

I hold in the hatred 
until it becomes sacred
I inhale the passion
nothing more natural
than my outward reaction
addition through the simplest subtraction
the hate is so hard to replace
what is left to drive me 
the anger inside me

I am here because of my rage
brought me to the brink of breakage
just when the point is revealed naked
it disappears, retreating through the  hatred

Where is it hiding? 
I miss the surge
burning into my every word
the last I remember
I was misplaced, self centered
when the source was discovered
a curious love entered
and drove out the negative
edited and erased


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We are silent, we are still


Tak, tak, tak, tak
goes the gun;
in a raid of the dawn.
Ahh, Ahh
screams the child,
into fractured world born.
Shredded:
a body, another life torn.

Rhyming' old news.
So what's so good about today's?
Running from the real blues?
A recession of compassion;
inaction for gold:
a silencing transaction.
Silence falls on fields of killing.
We lie in our pity:
sticky and shitty the despair.
The answers we are taught;
range from don't know-
to don't care.
I know I would play my part
if I knew where to start
...would I?
I know something of the pain around
but how to give in?
How to die?

So many
beyond the overflow line,
sickened;
dining on these old platitudes.
We've needed something wider,
deeper.
His unattainable beatitudes
Demanding another
to play the game;
the same death creeps in.
Allowing His goodness
to bring only shame.
The blame we spin.
When we are uncomfortable,
our culture threatened.
We are loud and hate-filled,
love easily abandoned.
But when the straight evil
of theft, rape and murder
elsewhere comes to kill.
When hunger steals another
and war a thousand more.

Then we are silent then we are still.



"If you want to serve the age, betray it."


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Aborted Babies


Aborted Babies…

Innocent life is being murdered each day.
While our courts say that it’s legal and “o.k.”

Women getting pregnant and maybe don’t understand.
The tragedy that’s happening all over this land!

Is this really something that many people have willed?
To have the unborn to be 
“torn apart and killed?”

Many are told abortion is the “best thing to do.”
But not knowing who else to turn to.

Government pretends to have an answer for this.
But it’s just turning into one huge mess!

Read the Bible and you will come to know.
The God who created you… 
Loves you so!

Jesus knew you in the womb!  
Your hair color and name!
He saw your body when out of your
 mother you came!

He saw your little heart the first time it beat!
And saw your mother the first time
 she tickled your feet!

There is never one unwanted person on God’s list!
You are precious to him…  
And are never missed!

He knows each life and every heart that’s beating!
And brings purpose, love and
 a TRUE meaning!

BY Jim Pemberton


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You Gave Me Back That Hope

Almost gave up on making friends, 
Said I shant try at all,
But we went out and had our fun,
You made me stand so tall.

I never thought I'd be okay,
But hun you understand,
And even though it's not been long,
You still reached out your hand.

I swear I've never met a person,
Quite like you before,
But I've never had fun like that ,
Can't wait to have somemore:)


Details | Epic | |

About Kameron by Taylor

I stood in the room staring at that hard wooden floor.

Thought of him and then closed the door.
I looked back up and everything was black.
Suddenly I knew the pain was back.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Black and gray rags were scattered everywhere,
And all I could do was stare.

But he loved me .
I knew that much.

I sat on his bed and noticed that the tears started to shed.
Then I saw a very dark closet.
I heard our song and wanted to pause it.
I felt my heart slowing with the rhythm.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Light began to shine through the enormous window.
I looked over,
And there...was a shadow.
The giant black drapes turned blue.
I thought to myself:"This can't be true."

Because I knew he loved me.

The roses came back to life.
And the bed turned white.
The rags turned into his clothing.

The music slowed and I didn't know what I was being shown.
But I loved him.
A light came from the closet.

A light that was brighter than any of the stars in the sky.
I saw a figure,and again,I started to cry.
I saw his face,saw his smile,
And knew that this was our special place.
And he said I love you.

Those three words meant the world to me and him .
And I said,
...I love you a whole lot more.


Details | Epic | |

Down On My Knees

Everyday i walk through the open desert called life,
crawling and stumbling trying to survive this world at night.

Protecting my eyes from the sandstorms may be hard,
but losing my grip on this thing called life is never a choice from the heart. 

So i get up off my knees while my blood leaks down my legs and feet,
trying to find a place called home or maybe even a street.

Its difficult for a man like me to survive around these blood thirsty demons everyone calls people,
but i tell you this, aint nothing better or stronger than my steeple. 

The wind is to strong for me to stand on my own,
so i let the wind bring me down so i can cry out to the Lord.

So that he can give me strength and power to rise again,
to be the realest and the best man i have ever been.

I no i chose this path of sin and hatred on my own,
but now i see that i cant last a day without picking up my phone.

To call God one more time, it'll take some serious balls to do so,
cause i have sinned so much that i am just scared he'll ask me, "What for"

I'll be speechless like always and than drop back to my knees and crawl,
i can't wait for the day when i will be afar.

Away from this land, from this sin and grief,
the only thing i want to stay with me is my true beliefs. 

So here i go again getting on my knees for my long gurney to a place i want so bad,
i just hope that i don't come to my senses and realize that i lost everything i had. 

So just know that my crawling is for my own good,
cause its the punishment i get for what i have done in my hood. 

It has come to an end for me now, and say good bye with getting on one knee,
because i am tired of crawl on my knees i cant wait to finely be free. 


Details | Epic | |

The Battle

A creaking sound
Enters the ear
Sounding like
The deepest fear

Shadows in the hallway
Ever step they take
Makes the old beat down house
Feel as if in an earthquake

The shadows approach
The door of the mind
Toying and playing
A pain of the worst kind

Only one has the power to defend
Those who these demons have mangled
Once the battle begins, victorious will be
That of the angel


Details | Epic | |

Essential at Focus

      In showy fashioning from your heart
      my beating heart demand a green light
      and date cruder fit over pyramids
      Of nor realities being dressed.
     
       I craving mine sweet, thus you!
       arousing daily with me by anew dawn
       From my bedouin is a poetry link.
      
      Whereas by various of reasons, I wanna
       not stop persisting until fulfils it —
       secure I’m thou flimsily if you wanna
       I canfuls are things, your dim moan.


Details | Free verse | |

The Adversaries of the Wicked Past

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Love all and all of me

I want true love
that knows all of me.
That brings total freedom
allowing to all,
and all to see.
A Love that is truth
and not some idealist's scene.
Our Hope given flight
in clear blue skies enthroned,
honoured, 
seen.

For there is not one among us who has not said:
"I have a dream".
I know it is His to make all whole,
to have all gleam.
Perhaps a time now
for the meek to tread loud,
and the boastful silently.
For hands taken
from labour unending;
of bending the worldly.
When He reaches out,
a rousing shout:
some in love; many angrily.
The dream: 
Collective will given over to spirit
not rule.
Cruel 
the past measure.
Just be.
The only true desire
is for a true love
to love all, 
and all of me.


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Fefe Dobson

Fefe Dobson is the best female rock star based in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Her music is
so cool, it's like I'm at a house party in L.A. Even though she's black, Fefe Dobson is
still compared to all the other female rock artists in the U.S. and Canada. I've seen all
of her music videos on YouTube.com and on MTV, and two (2) of them were "Don't Let It Go
To Your Head" and "Don't Go (Girls and Boys)." The song, "Unforgiven," was even heard in
the movie "The Perfect Score" with Scarlett Johansson, and it reminds me of her father not
being in her life for years. I guess everyone heard that song from self-titled debut
album. Not only is Fefe Dobson, hailing from Canada, the best singer ever, she's got a
future into the rock and roll hall of fame, too. The way she rocks the mike, that's hot.
All of her songs like "Ghost," "As A Blond," "8x10," and " I Want You" are like
after-school songs, especially when someone's hanging out with some friends on a Friday
evening. I hope her music catches the hearts of a rock music fans. I hope she gets
inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame soon. I wonder if there will be more female
rock stars from Canada?


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What If Christmas Nveer Happened

What If…   Christmas Never Happened???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Immortally yours, The Night Time Day Dreamer

I want to go lower, so I can survive the lifeless crazy if only I could scream so all the stars can hear me shadow dancing on the river Styx the river flows that way, while I swim this and I never ever, let her in again for she could do damage, beyond repairing for she could explode in me, like a great atom bomb and then I'm left dancing, beyond the beyond Will I ever, never come home? we shall know sometime, in the near unknown I've almost gone dead again living in the only constant lying in a bed of defeat bouncing right back, like a song on repeat I heal so fast, what was that which hit me? I've already forgotten, you were ever against me Undefeated, invincible this world couldn't kill me, in principle I'm the rising unholy, now know me, immortal three is the number, that makes my perfect circle I'm inside the night, all walled up tight I still haven't faded, that made it all right I've taken a turn, and learned to be better after wearing your skin, like an old sin filled sweater you couldn't get me, it tempts me to fail then maybe you would have, just once chance, in hell.


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Oh Darling, Shine on Me

Oh sweet, sweet darling angel, shine on me, for I welcome the sun day and night…
Check on me to see if I’m alright during my divine flight…
You are amazing and I yearn for Your delight
Rescue me and hear my prayer – fill my heart with might
Thrill me with Your illuminating night!

I need your sunlit glee to shine on me…
Beyonce: Shine on me… satisfaction – make my doubts vanish 
Catastrophes hunt me down like game…
Lady Gaga: I frown…I’m in anguish… I’m feeling down…in anguish
Me included: My only wish is to be here with you – this love ain’t (lame…lame…)x2
But, I’m still feeling this same ol’ shame
I know there’s other fish in the sea
All: You’re my satisfaction – I wanna be free from captivity…

*Chorus*

You’re my ultimate addiction – you lift me higher than cloud seven
I gottah keep pace to run this race the right way…
Alright, you’re making my day…you are like my cherished Haven
Satisfaction is ours, baby…nothing’s in my way today!
Can you see it like fireworks in the sky?
Did you ever wish to be free
Like those mockingbirds and jays in the aqua-blue sky? 
You and I will receive the ability to fly
The ability to show off our inner glow…yah know…soooo…
And we’ll be putting up a show…yah know…yah know…let the wicked wind blow…
oooh ahhahah ohhh…
Take away my flaws…
And give me a big applause
Let go of all worries
Gather around me, my stinging, beautiful bees…
I get pleasure off of your applauses…giving me satisfaction…I feel like I’m top dog 
right now!
Oh baby, shine on me, for I welcome the sun day and night

*Verse 14*
Lady Gaga: I hear your voice on the telephone…
Rihanna: That billion dollar voice – so priceless…
Me: Now, I feel that I’m not alone…I was never alone
Beyonce: Thank you for thinking of me – I rejoice and live in bliss
Eminem: Take me up to cloud seven
You are not my hell, but my heaven
Give me something more than the world hands me
Make me something more than what they see
Let me be truly free and brave…I was stuck in my solitary cave
Rihanna: Save me, oh savior…rescue me, oh sexy savior
Set me free from anxiety – you saved my life – I swear, I’ll behave
Rihanna: Save me, oh savior…rescue me, oh sexy, surreal savior
Em. and me: I was naked and ashamed…
There was no one to blame
I was numb and missing out on satisfaction
Em., Beyonce and I: I was numb before I met you…before you came…you came 
into my life – you were a grand distraction and that is my confession
Me: You came around…I’m no longer gravity-bound
You pushed my depression to the ground
You lifted me up with satisfaction that’s hardly found

*Chorus*

You’re my ultimate addiction – you lift me higher than cloud seven
I gottah keep pace to run this race the right way…
Alright, you’re making my day…you are like my cherished Haven
Satisfaction is ours, baby…nothing’s in my way today!
Can you see it like fireworks in the sky?
Did you ever wish to be free
Like those mockingbirds and jays in the aqua-blue sky? 
You and I will receive the ability to fly
The ability to show off our inner glow…yah know…soooo…
And we’ll be putting up a show…yah know…yah know…let the wicked wind blow…
oooh ahhahah ohhh…
Take away my flaws…
And give me a big applause
Let go of all worries
Gather around me, my stinging, beautiful bees…
I get pleasure off of your applauses…giving me satisfaction…I feel like I’m top dog 
right now!
Beyonce and everyone else (gospel choir): 
So, oh darling, darling - stand by me...
Lean on me...be by my side and I wanna hear your echoing empathy
Cuhhh-Come shine on me! Let our night be illuminated by Your dazzlin' light!


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Lantern Burn A Gateway

Lantern Burn A Gateway


I waited at the edge of this deserted cave for you to come
to take me home.
Scatter my ashes in the hillside 
Overlooking the blue sea

Paint my face with this red dirt. Harsh is this desert sand
The sun bakes my flesh and dissolves my saliva
My last day’s death a serpent cometh on me 
In haste even my lantern bows slowly day by day
Day is night my oil burns fast
Hurry my love I wait.

Take me away from here remember me
The flight soars high always a bloom the exit only a new.
Pen paper all wrapped up my last sweat, last breadth
Last teardrop.

I made it my sweet; slow is your walk, my heels wish you near
Be close yet stay far. 
I waited to play my harp for you
Come when the dice man role your numbers 
No sooner, better yet later.
 
©2005 Pamela Creary PAC


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Prostration

Now there are two of us that don't know what to do,
I thought that we understood each other.
After last night I feel even more confused,
all because of one person called your mother.

Are we both gluttons for punishment?
Why must we go through this again?
I'm tired of living in a state of advent,
it effects us both, this marriage in a life of bane.

I cannot contest the decisions you make,
but don't act out of desperation.
It's no different than taming a poisonous snake,
which in the long run brings no salvation.

Feeling now that my thoughts or opinions don't matter,
even if it is only for a short duration.
With tears running down my face, my mind and heart shattered,
this one burden in our lives I wish for cessation.

Maybe I'm overreacting for those who know me can say,
but all I know is I hate feeling this way.
Cause I love you so very much I trust you in all that you do,
even if we both end up insane, all that I am will always be with you.


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Awakening To Sadness

Quick-tongued Serpent man sign of the all-wise dragon When he hits the kill switch impossible ceases to exist He holds it all attuned and atoned he made every step all on his own just a tiny part of what I've shown sent them into a primordial madness from my many zany actions Fled from the gates of hell the angel was sucked into my nightmare as I'm right there in front of her she calms it slowly as the old me opens up like a door the dream flows steady when I'm ready I feel the vicariousness no more Now I am real, really here hardly caring how I'm behaving how calm sleeps my Dragon I dare to wake him mystified by the anomalous entity that tamed him I silently retain him in an empty cage to graze upon the skin of my shoulders I never look back I just grow older and put distance on my woes


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The Root of Inspiration

I set out on a quest today,
Compelled to write a poetic story,
I thought perhaps I’d write about,
The mind in its’ infinite glory,
While philosophizing life
I wondered, what is inspiration?
So I continued on my noble journey,
Through the minds vast imagination,
I was full of motivation,
As I made my faithful way,
And neurological obstacles,
Kept getting in my way,
Soaring through the universe,
I came unto a vibrant light,
As i set my hand upon it,
I was filled with divine insight,
The gleaming light then vanished,
And an angel had appeared,
Dressed in a robe of white,
Dawned with a halo in her hair,
A silky voice then asked me,
Is it knowledge you require?
She said again as if she’d known,
Then ask what you desire,
I was wondering where it was,
That inspiration is derived,
Then as I came unto the light,
I’d understood as I arrived.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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way of life

I exhale with joy, love is running swiftly in my veins, I've walked the plank of 
infatuation and received my golden wings of prosperity.

I have rebounded from the highest peak of tribulations, my emotions are scared and 
bruised it seems all hope is lost the battle is not mine to lose.

i'm gaining fast on wisdom i now know how to seek when no one is there, my needs 
have been dissected from my wants still my earthly treasures taunt me with greed.

I am standing on my own two feet this is my life indeed


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A life full of strife

My life
Its full of strife
Am I needed
Maybe not 
I live day to day like a robot
Reccuring incidents
On purpose accident
Feeling small and fragile
Though my attempts at freedom are agile
Ive finally obtain my strength and become a man
Gaining many supporters and 1 glorious fan
As of today i fought back and won
Now lets see those fools on the run


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Negative Space

When we're standing worlds apart our world apart, hear my heart when we're feeling worlds away in a world of gray, hear me pray when our thoughts are clear and quiet intervene and shake me violent it drives me crazy, aura goes hazy my love buzz encircles a putrid hatred in a rare moment I turn to face it Negative space turned much more of use consisting of years of self abuse maybe my looking glass has grown obtuse I often cry in a state of muse at the shame of my disarray the distance is closing yet your a world away Now I've grown so tired and weary I only hope that someone hears me if they hear me, will they understand how tough it is to walk hand in hand with love and hate, polar extremes they grow together, or so it seems they can both make for bitter screams and be the death of finer things leave the imagination for desire a beam of hope to be aspired I proudly wear my crown of thorns for each thorn bears a lesson learned each lesson comes with a sad story each would not exist, if not but for me I am not me, without my crown and the negative space all around that in total becomes the all seeing eye a positive outlook on the world that's mine


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IT WAS MY RESURRECTION TOO: (part 2) just sit on it

Mary Magdeline and Mary the mother of Jesus the Christ
went to the tomb was Jesus was laid after the sacrifice
it was a risky venture but they felt a powerful need
to go forth to give Jesus a proper burial with God-speed

the Roman soldiers were standing about to guard the grave site
so that none could steal the body of Jesus in the still of the night
but when both Marys reached the tomb they saw that the stone had been rolled away
and sitting upon it was an Angel of the Lord and to them It did say
wearing raiment white as snow It said to them "to have no fear"
for the One you seek has arisen and His body is no longer here

no longer was Jesus in that tomb which was His enemies' place of defeat
no stone blocking the entrance that would have made His destruction complete
Jesus would not be shut in nor His people to be shut out
an Angel of the Lord sitting on that stone which had cried out

in order to demonstrate dominion over anything in this life
you need to just sit on it and then claim it in the name of Christ
to eradicate the pain, to exterminate the anger, to eliminate the bitterness
to extinguish the hate we need to sit on it in the name of righteousness
so put all those negative things in life under your feet
dominion over all of it the next phase to go out and meet

it was my resurrection too on that day when Jesus arose
it was my resurrection too on that day it was Him I chose
His resurrection power now resides inside of me
His resurrection power has secured my destiny
arisen from the dead and now sitting at the right hand of God
dominion over everything with a righteousness of heart

God rolling away the stones in my life that have tried to hinder and defeat
God rolling away the obstacles in preparation for my journey to be complete
it was my resurrection too, a new life I have been given
it was my resurrection too and by the power of His blood I'm now driven
God rolling away the stones and all those negative things in my life
just sitting on them with dominion and the blessings of my Lord Jesus Christ


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names

everyone  has  one.they   can  be  old  names.they can  be  different  names.they  
can  be  celebrity names.they can be  silly  names!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Are You God ophobic

Are You God-ophobic? I’ve heard of phobias of different kinds. I’m sure there’s many people with “confused” minds. But there’s one “phobia” that concerns me the most. It’s a “God phobia” that’s drawing so close. It’s like people have a phobia of “In God we trust.” While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever “pleases for the moment.” Many are looking for various kinds of “fulfillment.” But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be “a thing of the past.” How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we’ll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton


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I wish you did

You talk about how you can never find her,
or how you can't seem to keep one around
I try to hide the fact that I am that girl,
because I know that in your eyes I'm not.
You say that you want a girl that laughs at all your jokes,
 If you notice,
I do.

I let you cry on my shoulder, EVERY time you get hurt. You say that you want a girl that you need a girl, that's there for you when you need her One that makes you laugh when you don't want to. A girl that you can be yourself around.
If you notice, I'm her. If you notice, I'm everything you said you want. Do you notice? Not one bit.
But I wish you did.


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Liar

In justification marked on its pivotal blank page yet fully intact

Gone our the days to frolic in a haze
We tend to vomit on each others neck
In regret with sore vent Vlad Impolaric ways
Liar

You stoled my heart then ran the distant mile away
Filtered in the mass hysteria with tiny nerves to sway
No shelter to cry we all fall for the lie
The liar is in us all

A peril excuse to next abuse

With a tug at the heart vanquished to even run the final mile
A jewel of the Nile with glasse cracked in desolation
Straight to Hell on your next vacation,
Surfing the videos on the web

What the Hell is going on inside our head?

Sweltering heat with bloodshed in our street,
The mind falters then crys with an ellusive side
Faltering critics in darkened demise having fins for teeth
Shattered in the wind six times then we begin again.


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Stuck in Place, Free in Space

Descending war pile on my threadbare past or
I’m losing my grace, for the puzzle’s not solved or
My gallant blessing is never done working or
My ideas are like heaviness across blinding sky or
My oasis splashes upon the canvas of wall or
My sunny angels tangle out a single smile or
The disturbance prevails the numbness of my existence or
I’m screaming, trying to build the confidence and

I felt like blooming in pleasing joy
I felt confident again…
I felt as if I belonged for only a few hours of my life…
I felt I was being held and fed with love
I felt as if I had a chance, but not in this world
I felt I was a stranger handling faith
I felt like I’ve changed—in a good way
You feel stuck in place

You’re silent, tearing down the hesitation and
The serenity fails the sensation of your extinction and
Your rainy demons unravel in multiple frowns and
Your desert dries out the imageless liberty and
Your banalities are like weightlessness around visible earth and
Your cowardly curse is always resting and
Your gaining your disgrace, for the riddles are solved and
Ascending peace unload off your renewed future or

You feel like wilting in displeasing sadness
You feel unsure for once
You feel as if you are isolated always forever in death…
You feel you were dropped and starved with hate
You feel as if you had a chance, in this world
You feel like you’re a friend juggling doubt
You feel like your constant—in a bad way
I felt free in space

(a poem my sister and I created)


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Battle Lines

Battle lines are drawn with no word uttered to act,
just a couple of simple emotions pain and loss fuel  this fact.
Bloodshed on the people we thought we could trust,
but now we know this is not true, as we lay our kin in the earth’s crust.

Vengeance is the fuel that fans the emotions of loss into hate,
for now it is not them but us that will decide their fate.
Call to arms the ones that have laid your brother to rest,
and in our embrace of steel find out who is the best.

When blood stains the ground and the hate sets fire to this land,
lets see past the smoke to who will finally stand.
In heated conflict our dance of steel and flesh will warship Aries the god of war,
and we will tear one another apart until we are no more.

Through the years our generation will hate the others without cause or reason,
For as the crimson moon passes it start another killing season.
Hate will boil and bodies will come under the knife,
and we shall take liberties on each other’s lands and wife.

All this pain will usher in a mindt Earth is a living hell,
and we will become prisoners within our own hated cell.
So before you step over line and fuel what you know is to pass,
lets buried our love ones together in the same mass.

After that, talk to me and so this could never happen while we our alive,
for if we don’t, in the future it could be us that will not survive.


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My First Love

My First love you are the reason I am alive. You are the reason I keep climbing 
the treacherous mountain of life. You have tenderly placed my bruised and torn 
heart in the palm of your hands.  You have been with me from the beginning. 
When all hope is lost when all my dreams are shattered.  There you always are 
waiting patiently and sensitively dancing your way into my heart.
 
When my heart feels like it’s been abandoned and my tears are swimming 
fiercely to reach the seashore of new hopes and dreams.
I suddenly am awaken like a new born child and for the first time I can see that 
you have always been there waiting for me and loving me unconditionally       

My innocence as a child was stolen but you gave it back to me by blessing me 
with a young heart and a very youthful appearance. So that by your grace I can 
bask in the beauty of youth without fear and scars.  

I have been betrayed by those close to my heart but you stepped in and blessed 
me with courage and strength and unveiled the beauty of my heart.

You have blessed me with the finest pearls, my children that shape my heart

You have shined your light in the fabrics of my heart and manifested compassion 
and covered in your blood, gently stepping in the fountains of the waters of life a 
rainbow of empathy made a home in my heart. 

You are my first love, you are the reason I am alive and my children the pearls 
that shape my heart.  I love you.

tropicalangel   







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A Shame

I failed to defend my precious eminence 
That all I've heard is the sound of disgrace
The news had speard without my innocence
That flaps its wings conveying my face

I sat aside in the dark corner of my room
To shy to see the word outside
In me the secret that will trigger my doom
The shame that forces me to hide

Those smile I saw had broke my heart 
The voices I've heard had brought me pain
The hateful stares wishing me depart
A sorrow fall of one's in vain

These nightmares appears when I'm in bed
That I vow to death to take my life
The blood that flows well never shed
The pain in me not caused by knife

Ill paint this sorrow upon my lonely grave
This shame torments me until I die
Forever more hides in forgotten caves
And kiss them all to say goodbye 


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Karma Confusion

I'm in a state of karma confusion if I look stirred part of the illusion I'm in the middle of karma collection I make amends in karma correction It comes back times ten make your life spin it all spirals down and cycles again it breaks the strong and lifts the weak karma confusion is of what I speak Do you know where you stand will your debts be paid off in the end? will you have a good life or fill it with sin in dire need of karma correction ethics and morals for better or worse if the worse don't get better I feel karma cursed i feel I might burst into a big ball of fire until my heart finds its one true desire Happiness, truth, love and peace will I find these before I decease or will I turn green filled with envy for every whole person I dare wish to be I see it in me so I spur into action or the karma police will arrest me in fashion overflowing with passion and a hunger so deep karma is coming tenfold owed to me.


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Ready to Run

I am in a race, to see the face of faith
I am on a ride, to see the world unified
I am on a train, to the end of pain
On a jumbo jet, free from all my debt
 
Sounds too good to be true
But hey it worked for me
And it can work for you
One day you’ll see
And when you do
You’ll be free too
 
You’ll be walking down a new road
And no longer will you carry that load
Your regrets, your mistakes
Your pain and your heartaches
No, none of that will compare to what lies ahead
In the greatness of his plan, your past is dead
 
Nothing in this world will make you cower
Your mind will become a strong tower
 Your life, a testament to His power
So what are you waiting for?
Get on board, Get ready to run
This is not a chore, this is fun
 
This is not just a rule book
Not just a good boy’s guide to life
Come, take a closer look
Get ready to jump, ready to dive
Into the most important mission
 You could ever accept
A grand adventure, a most epic quest
Put your worries to rest
Because this is what's best

 In these last few years
Though there has been pain
And there have been tears
My life has completely changed
I used to be filled with fear
I was frightened by failure
Now I've been to the jungles of Ecuador
Three times already, soon to be four
 
I used to be bound by addiction
My heart in a state of affliction
Now I am set free
To live with integrity
No more distractions 
To delay me from action
 
And this life is only just beginning
This is only the first chapter
Here is my point
Christ is not about not sinning
Not just about avoiding the rapture
No He has far greater plans than that
More than our imaginations can capture
Plans for both you and me
To take part in a glorious adventure,
To fulfill our destiny
So what are you waiting for?
Get on board, get ready to run
This is not a chore, this is fun!


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SOS part 3: Priceless Treasure

Ohhh…see right through my pain – regret & shame slits me like a knife, shaking 
in the hands of a cutter – I’m trying to look on the brighter side of life, but I 
am blind and I am feeling left behind…ooh I’m trying to leave behind the past if 
you don’t mind
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence – I’ve been driven insane by 
Depression and Anxiety…I’ve lived through so much stress and distress, yet 
I’m still surviving & I’m still thriving to be positive and to have a happier frame 
of mind (someday, I won’t be blind…I’ll be shimmering anew like priceless 
treasure – God has given me His miracles and talents of plenty…to me & you, 
He has been so kind)

Soar in the ebony sky with me, darling child of His…we’re having a lot of fun
Understand that you and I will fly and sing in unison
I saw your velvet wings take flight and I will never forget that moment
Come on, come on – show me the way that we should go, so that we will be 
forever content 
Isolated by the world and its chaos and commotions
Dare to wonder why we are considered the lights of the world? How can we 
wash away our waves of emotions?
Easy answer – I can tell by your echoing empathy that you are God’s Faithful 
Child and YOU are overflowing with bliss and hopefulness – I love your 
splendid, flawless qualities that has been passed down to you by the Lord of 
Accord Himself! I can’t express my utter happiness and satisfaction right this 
second, but please – be by my side, angel that embraces fervor-flourishing 
flight – you are such a sundrenched sight…shining bright with all of its might 
tonight 

Save me – I used to have suicidal ideations in my mind…watch over me, Lord of 
Accord…I can’t find the light in goodbye, so let me say before I go – I love you 
so, friend of mine – let me unwind for a little while and give me some space if 
you can be so kind…sit with me on the ground…I’ve been feeling lonely and lost 
in a multitude
Ohhh…see right through my pain – regret & shame slits me like a knife, shaking 
in the hands of a cutter – I’m trying to look on the brighter side of life, but I 
am blind and I am feeling left behind…ooh I’m trying to leave behind the past if 
you don’t mind – for the meantime, I’m gravity-bound; however, I’m trying to 
maintain the attitude of gratitude
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence – I’ve been driven insane by 
Depression and Anxiety…I’ve lived through so much stress and distress, yet 
I’m still surviving & I’m still thriving to be positive and to have a happier frame 
of mind (someday, I will be priceless treasure, destined to be found – I don’t 
want to ever feel ashamed and nude)


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Power of Peace


Here I am

Looking at the world’s mirror

Finding myself

at the center of a maze

Constructing the roots of a dream

For a nationless society

By the power of peace


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One More Day.

I had known from the start
we could not be apart

for if so...

The sky would be dim, and life become grim
The pain dances freely, that is it's whim.

and so...

I sit in this place, and consider a fate
Is there redemption or is it to late?

and then...

I see that last light, the spark in the night
Is it you or one more last fright?

and i see...

You were always there, you heard all my cries
I just needed to look and to open my eyes.


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You and Me

All day, all day long
I've been trying
To be strong
Can't you see
You and me
Are meant to be,
Meant to be.

All night, all night long
I've been crying
All alone ,all alone
Can't you see
You and me
Are meant to be,
Meant to be.

All life, all life long
I've been searching,
For far to long 
Can't you see
You and me 
Are meant to be 
Meant to be...


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Embrace Not the Blues of Yesterday - Chapter 4

I don’t wanna shed you bad news
So, here’s some good news – 
I refuse to embrace
The face of shame…
I muse about my upcoming race
Receiving unexpected fame
Embrace not the blues of yesterday

Embrace not me…embrace me not… x2
I don’t wanna be rooted to the spot and rot
Embrace me not, sorrow of yesterday’s tomorrow…
Embrace not me…embrace me not…x2
Or you’ll be doused in dismay or worse – you’ll have eternal sorrow
I want the reds, the yellows and the oranges to stay
Stay with me, greens, violets and blues and maybe gray
Embrace not the blues of yesterday
Come stay, sundrenched day
I sway with the blessed breeze
My mind, soul and heart is at ease

Embrace not me…embrace me not… x2
I don’t wanna be rooted to the spot and rot
Embrace me not, sorrow of yesterday’s tomorrow…
Embrace not me…embrace me not…x2

When I spin around,
You are there
I was lost, but now I am found
We have our share
Of love this blessed night
I close my eyes to rest
I don’t wanna lose this race
My heart pounds vigorously – how can I pass this test?


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Hope

When humanity sheds tears of sorrow, we water the seeds that plant hope for tomorrow.


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The shining blue and white

The shining blue and white 
=====================
White enters inside, 
the psyche is being blurred,
a tree’s chalky smile…

Winter, I am here now,
mist roams midst my mind
shining blue is worn by sky.

The eyes follow truths
reach a garden. Lost Eden.  
A white unicorn hops 

over my nervous system.
Is it love I see
in the shadows around me?
 
Migratory birds 
flying over the blue lake. 
My hands touch hers.
            © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Titanium

A Silver Fluidity, stronger than time Crystal shatters against me, in my prime I’m bulletproof, and echoes rebound Piercing ricochet’s, transmitting the sound I fell from Heaven, fast and strong Into a world, endangered by wrong I wasn’t a hero, just a moment of love A second chance for humanity, sent from above I’m a legend, a titan of Greek mythology The body of an Adonis, the dream of muscology I defend the greater good, and eliminate the hate My methods far from clean cut, they’re an ethical debate I was born Titanium, with a sword in hand I can manipulate thunder, with a wave of my hand I am Titanium, and the overlord is my enemy The creator of greed, money and the impecunious amenity


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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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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Hail King Aurthur

  Now King Aurthur hail, hail
 All  the knights armors mail
 Defending castles keep
 Patronages we reap
 
  In his kingdom enemies beat
 From his armies fleet
 By sword, bow and flail
 Even thunder grows very deep
 
  Fighting along this iron rail
 Under siege fighting bale
 Vikings on a ship setting sail
 Viking ships now beat
 Remember all hail
 Good King Aurthur's seat

          Saga


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my words

My words are strong they will never crumble
they were ment to be heard i will never mumble
i am steady i am ready, i will never fumble
i will never fall or stumble 
i will land this never tumble
my voice is screaming you can feel it rumble
rage in my fists but its inspirational
my words click into your brain and stick its sensational 
my eyes are red and staring into yours and every second you see them is informational
it tells you what ive been through and what i do
im hurt, limping but im still going not stopping 
bones break and my joints popping
i cant stop, my knees are weak but my bodys not dropping
i only got one leg, but im hopping 
determination is forever and failure is not starting
to see this is quite heartening 
motivation in ear drops is what im marketing 
im a beast inside thats why dogs wont stop barking
im finding the number one spot and parking 
i wont move
DONT touch me IM NOT THOUGH
i see walls between me and you
i will break through with nothing but words that are true
no matter what you do
you cant stop me can you
and you know that dont you
you cant break me down
you can try but it comes back around 
i rise again with a raging sound
muttering incoherently hellbound 
to tell the devil he cant take me now
i dont have you yet, I WONT BE PUT IN THE GROUND
i refuse to die
i am the undead
i dont need to lie
i just need to be read
i must try 
even if it puts a bullet in my head
i wont stop to cry
and now you know..... my words have been read.


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Heavens War!

A flaming bow of agonies arrows

Precisionistly launched into the night

Penetrating at will, an endless column of lives

Bleeding souls, bound in flesh, of their imprisoned sight....

Walls of blackness, where they stand and face, the executioners aim

Unable to see beyond this realm, these eyes, the truth of all things

Caught in a sphere, of glimpses that shimmer to their fade

Kingdoms beyond their visions, blinded unto, as they have their way....

To escape these grippings, that squeeze the light from their lives

Beating hearts which lay buried, beneath these suffocating graves

But it does not have to be this way?

If only they can enter, the lantern of faith!

To search through the caverns, of darkened night

For the key to the treasure, that shall guide them beyond this life

For to only behold the black and the gray

The twirling twisting shadows, which lie in their way

Is but a sepulchre, towards tomorrows, ultimate fall....

To have pastellus pastels, painted, within colors and hues both dark and bright

Flickering embers of ashes, deceivinlgly, pasted upon their eyes

While reaching through fog, clinging to walls, and, stumbling through life

Caught within this realm, countless souls-the unknowing, of this flesh....

Barely breathing, and clutching tightly, begging, for their lives

To awaken from this dream, to arise beyond this night

To see the kingdoms which do stand, afore their blurried eyes

Shall in the end become the difference, between tombs, and paradise!?

The unveiling of faith, the unmasking of sight....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                                            Heavens War!


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Shelf life of sunshine

Shelf life of lights 
=
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine 
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been 
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s spent.

Days are, of course, growing thin; like her little family 
which has been unfastening. Son has gone to the town;
his dad has lost appetite; the vegetable patch’ve dried.

She looks at the brown cat, it seems to attain bodhi.
The salty air teases her hair, unknotted it.
“You look great.” The wind’s accent, slightly slurry, comes inside.

It reminds her of youth, insouciant, innocent. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Escape From Darkness

It thundered down the halls as furious pace, nothing able to stand in it's way.
The chains that bound turned to lace, it was free that day.
He tried to fight he tried to run, but the beast wouldn't stop.
It was finaly free and wanted fun, a malicous grin making it's jaw pop.

The battle was lost and he was surpressed, locked away down deep
Emotions flashing bordering depressed, no rest even in sleep
Then  walls fell and and the prison raised
Broken was the spell, no longer crazed.

With renewed hope and blazing light
He stepped forward to continue his fight
Upon this day thanks are shared
For it reminds him of the time he was spared


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In one piece all respect

Not so easy shading the skin
We all rose in dirt in silence 
All against the wall as we’d rose
As thought in living condescended
In earth to roll its spine in shine
As many dreams as blown by ruler
As many voices  rose  washed  shores
As sounds echo to wall raise our voices
Rains in mussons stops melting ice 
In balance seek in love as drop the ruler
Gathered all in one piece in respect to live


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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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The cynic and optimist

Every good thing must come to an end,
every day must give way to night.
Our lives are like grass one day here, 
the next gone: mown down.
Love fades away to a lonely grey,
everything we sow has gotta be reaped.
I am a speck of dust,
on a small rock, circling a medium fireball.
I am a rumour:
sometimes true, other times false,
a whisper a shout both short lived.
I am one average among many,
a dot on a page, the stray brush stroke on canvas.
When I hope it means I do not have,
but half expect to one day.
Peace if it lasts a day is a surprise:
it is the most fleeting of all these.
Fingers grasp my neck to choke the life out of me.
I am impotent to stop the slow death that will take the whole of me.

The cynic


All evil will have it's ending, 
tis said the darkest hour is before the dawn.
What we do in life echoes in eternity,
a short bright burning candle each one.
Out of despair love raises again from the ashes:
grace has paved my way of life.
I'm a grain of sand, crafted into a beautiful glass vase:
containing life and magnifying our star,
I am truth, and truth lasts forever,
I breathe and yell: there is love and love wins.
I am an amazing creation amongst so many wonders,
a master stroke of a classic composer.
When I have hope;
it is because I have been promised I will inherit.
Peace comes more and more the less I move away from the world,
as an outpouring of the plan.
Arms embrace my whole
and fill me with light.
I am important
and my core will live on when the shell has passed.

The optimist

Perception is important isn't it?...


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Praying

Powerful words to bring into sentences
Raining out delight to recieve to God
Aiming towards a good way of life
Yielding to the truth
Isolated from the world's way of life and excepting God's the Creator
Nurturing in a new way of maturity and changing our attitudes
Gouging out the knowledge generously given by God  


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Horizon

Horizon is just over the hill
One step forward, two back
Am I lost? Standing still?
C’mon climb, pick up the slack

It has to be close
No longer color blind
Come rain, sleet, or snow
Fear is left behind

Did you know I hear you?
Childsplay in my daydreams
I know who you are
Feeling your soul no matter what it seems

I regret not giving you my best
That’s the least you deserve
Let’s put our love to the test
You’re just past the next curve

 
Let my love comfort you
Picture me when you sleep
Trying to conquer this mountain to prove
Determination runs deep

Helping hands fall insincere
C’mon get up, can’t give up
Wipe the dirt and tears
Love doesn’t give me a choice to stop

I can’t reach you, I can’t
You’re fading further
My miles don’t make a dent
Strength starts to wither

Please god help me live
Striving for my goal
All my strength is what I have to give
I’m searching for my soul

The world gave up on me
It pushes you further away
But my will it now sees
I need you here to stay

I’ll keep fighting
Looking for the horizon
Please keep me strong
So I make it to you, my babies,
my angels, my girls,
and my son.

03/29/08
-A.B.


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Another life "My old friends"

If it's true, and there's another life
That waits beyond our journey's end
I'll hold a place within my heart
And a rocking chair for my old friends
To sit beside a fire at night
And talk about, the stories of another time
Or dream about what might have been,
But either way I wouldn't change
The path that led to my old friends

And if there is another life
I'll wait for you with open arms
Beneath the moonlit sky at night
I'll reminisce and count the stars
Which never fails to take my breath
Each moment when I think of you
And know again I'll see your face
That shines within the summer sun 
Or glows within the winter moon

That's seen so many journeys end
With hopes of such a special place
Where friends are never left behind
And faces never fade away
Through time, if there's another life
Old friends would come
And there they'll stay
And bring another rocking chair
For those who pass this way

Kevin D. Fix


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Face The Mirror

Here I stand facing liquid glass,
the flowing of the faces are haunting out my past.
Stepping through the mirror to face my pulsing fears,
I pass the corridor of the damned, and collect the angels tears.

The price of pain I caused is peeling away my face,
the features that catalyst the sorrow, are crumbling with pace.
My bright blue eyes become grey stone, and wrinkles invade the smooth.
The sands of time begin to rush, as the angels cries are soothed.

The scales of justice begin to balance, as retribution hangs.
I see the writing on the wall, and written red across my hands.
I find myself truly redemptive and understand my wrong.
The angels recognise my growth, and begin their final song.

Suddenly the corridor falls, baring an empty room.
It's the attic of the house I live in, my face is back in bloom.
The mirror holds a sheet of the future, a warning in advance.
I take my errors and correct them, and start my second chance.


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Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


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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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The Quote

One day
A stranger came up to me
Speaking in riddles

He said:
Inspiration incites the inscence within that incarnates indigo indians.

I did not know what he ment until he followed up with:

"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."
                                                   - Jack London

I then
realized

what he was 
talking about.

Do you?


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Yazamam

Yazaman kendimi  sana
Omrun hayatim  feslegenim
Cananin kardesim nefesim umidim

Yazamam acim buyuk
Ay dogmus  yansir yildizlar
Nefesi tutusur  hasatinda  ruyalar

Yazamam nefesim hayatim
Hasredim  sevdam  nefesim
Basak tarlasi  umidim

Yuruyelim  canan yazdikca kendimizi
Yureyelim gune canan evrenin  gizemine
Umid  yar  tane Yar sevda  merhem


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With Thee, Watch Me Rise

I'm still here, for you
beat my fear, for you
all I did, for you
I'm still here

Fell on dark days 
now they're all I know
you came out of nowhere
like a miracle
broke me out of my stoney phase
you penetrate me like microwaves
slow at first, but a rolling tide
at the peak, I'm frozen in your eyes
snapped a photo in my mind
for then I knew, I'd found the find
of a lifetime
burned into me, an image of a warm embrace
as both our sorrow saturated your face
a single shiny, tiny tear
rolled peacefully astray
I remember your pain
as I wished it all upon me, 
yours faded away

This just the start, of a descending, trending madness
falling down the steps of enchantment
weightlessness makes me feel nauseous
I gracefully graze the collective unconscious
I know my own sweet bitter stream
exactly as designed, by me
I see my place, through tight closed eyes
I feel the fall of face
you were by me in your familiar place
there in the dark forgotten
marked time and space I call the bottom
its now autumn, hereafter fall
with you bound inside, I climb for all


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A Dragons last flight

The greatest creature from mystic lands,
So weak abandoned can hardly stand,
the thunderous heartbeat heard by only one man,
he follows the sound to lend his hand
in comfort to this majestic beast,
he brings it food to let it feast,
the man knows that it needs help,
for the scales he did felt
the oozing of the infected rash,
he tried to cleanse it with his sash,
every day the beast grows stronger,
and the days keep growing longer,
the frayed old man finds out it talks,
in Latin words he dares not mock,
for the Latin language runs in his blood,
he fell to the ground in deep cold mud,
the silver tint on the great beasts hide,
mimic water at low tide,
the wings beat once and they beat twice
as the old man taken sacrificed,
the dragons flys with mourn at heart,
for it knows its time to part,
the journey now must come to end,
where as yours has yet to begin.


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Summer Love

Summer Love Is In The Air On A Boat On
A Train In The Sea Summer Love Is Here To Stay
It Will Never Want To Go Away Ever Again
Summer Love Is Sweet Amazing And Nice It 
Is even Romantic At Times Summer Love Is
Just A Day Away From The Loving Holidays
Summer Love Is Here At Last So Pickup
The Phone And raise Your Glass For It
Is Here Again Now To Stay Our Wonderful
And Sweet Summer Love.


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Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels


Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…

On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;

“Father forgive them.” 
 “They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

By Jim Pemberton


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making It great In 2008 (part 17) the legacy lives on: living on the next level

as the legacy lives on what does it mean to you and me?
as the legacy lives on what in our future will it be?
going to the next level is the divine elevation
that always promotes demonic agitation
living on the next level beyond one's comfort zone
compelled by God to change as you move closer to heaven's throne
living on the next level in the presence of the Holy Ghost
the legacy of change that we need to establish growth
change makes people uncomfortable as most are emotionally weak
but change is what God requires when it's His blessings that we seek

God has an anointing for each and everyone
and your blessing is coming before the day is done
but to move to the next level you need to break free
so that which is destined for you may come to be

in the beginning it was all God's creation
as everything in this universe is His manifestation
when David was in a dilemma he knew enough
to move to the next level you need to tell God of all your stuff
let God guide you and show you the way
let God guide you and you'll never go astray
God's legacy of change to move to the next stage
to break out of the status quo and from your emotional cage
to look inside yourself and come to understand
that whatever God has for you can't prosper in someone else's hands
as God knows you better than you know yourself
for He's in charge of your emotional and spiritual health
so walk in your season with His authority
going to the next level towards your destiny
making It great in 2008 as the legacy lives on

elevated by the Lord and the enemy is upset
living on the next level in step with the Holy Spirit
as everything that is visible and physical
gets its origin from the invisible and spiritual
so let God speak It, let Him have His say
let God speak life, let Him have His way
the legacy lives on but it's not the same
the legacy lives on the legacy of change
stepping out on faith by getting out of the boat
trusting in the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost 

David had been named the new king of the nation
so the Phillistines decided to confront him in his new station
but they were unaware that God was on the case
so unaware of what they were about to face
living on the next level David had divine elevation
living on the next level above demonic agitation
the victory was now in King David's hands
for he followed God's master plans 
making It great in 2008 as the legacy lives on
living on the next level and moving towards new horizons


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WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK

The Mayan and Sumerians predict you will collide with Earth on December 21, 2012.
Known-- by some-other classified names within OUR own supremacy.
NASA refers to you as Planet X and Nibiru--- They even put a top secret telescope--- at the 
South Pole, Antarctica--- just for your arrival.
Many say---- they ALL knew---- you were coming back in 1983. 

The buzz on the “net” -----even tells of your GREAT day of annihilation
But, But, ----- NO one told Planet Earth or Her PEOPLE—until recently.
The question of all question--- would be WHY----- But--- NO one is asking---- just preparing 
for your arrival!!
Most say------ you came to Earth-----some 3000 years ago--- which know-one can provide 
any proof

The question I will leave you ALL-- is---- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK ?
Maybe your arrival is just another HOKES ---- to scare the WHOLE World into submission—
submission----- of a more well-known SOURCE!!
HAY!! ------“Maybe the sky is falling too” (JLM) ------ in some distant far away universe!!
Hay------maybe they ALL can tell us--- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS Waldo?

The last time I saw HIM ----he was near the South-Pole------ on the left of the SUN!
Yes, yes --- the SUN that burns so bright------ in the daytime sky.
Give us heat on--- the cold dark days of winter.
That where you will find---- the GREATEST deterrent of all---- the man everyone calls Waldo. 

Once you have found him----- look no further----Marduk may be there?
Hay----WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK? ---- Just another HOKES-- like the Y2K Computer 
calamity---- that never ---till today happened.
Maybe, maybe---- Marduk can’t be found----much like its predecessor Waldo.
Always where-- you are NOT----- and never simple to find---But, right before your eyes---
in some distant far away universe!!

For me--- I will trust in my Creator----- the Godhead of the whole universe.
Known too many as God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.
THEY have never led me wrong----But—the knowledge of man—has brought us ALL to ARE 
END!!!
You see Marduk—if you are on your way---OUR Creator already knew--- and HE and only HE 
will take US HOME!!!

By:  Rev, Dr. WEM, Pastor
 and
 JLM-Daughter






 

 
	
	


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Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Don't leave

Don't go
I'm not ready to lose you
Your not ready to go
I need you here
I don't want you to go
Your important to me
Your part of my life

Don't go
Not just yet
Don't leave!!!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Christ Death On The Cross

Christ died for me… 
I didn’t deserve it!
His life for mine…  
He preserved it!

His gift of salvation… 
 I received it!
After reading John 3:16.  
I believed it!

His hand of mercy has graciously
 been extended…
My broken life has now
 been “amended

I’m thankful for what
 Christ did for me!
His gift of love is 
 plain to see!

Throughout life… Often facing a 
“difficult circumstance…”
Jesus has given me hope. 
 And a second chance!

I’ll try my best to live as he
 would want me to…
Without him…  I have
 no one else to turn to!

Thank you Jesus!  For being
 my best friend!
You washed me clean…
 And took away my sin!

You’ve done what you said…  
And so much more!
You’re certainly 
 worth living for!

By Jim Pemberton  04/30/10







Details | Rhyme | |

The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


Details | I do not know? | |

Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

Free

Opening up was the best thing I could have ever did
All those things that made me & embarrassed me as a kid
You never looked at me different because my past was shameful
Talked to you about some of the things in my life that we’re still painful
I am human, filled with emotions and lots of anger
Hate filled my heart to the point I wanted to lock it in a chamber
How I feel is as real and emotional as it gets
Stress consumed me for years, felt like I needed a cigarette
Needless to say the battle has been done
I’m still standing and breathing so I must have won
The ultimate prize of keeping my sanity and myself free
Love the fact my past is so messed up… It really made me
You I give the ultimate credit for finding my inner voice
Felt like with you I have to write, it really leaves me no choice
I am a woman, blemished, flawed and tortured by life
Invisible wounds on my heart from being cut by life’s knife
But still I stand and hold my head up High
I only have one life and I refuse to give up and Die
I am woman, lover, and loyal friend till this life takes me away
I only wish I could have told you all the things I wanted to say
I understand that people are placed in life for all types of reasons
With you I guess it was only meant for a season
Learned a lot about myself with the help of you
You embraced me with ease and had no clue
Life had killed me, left me emotionally dead
Then I met you, felt like the best thing I never had
The make up of me is so complex, guarded & sad
I’m learning to let go of it all, no more hanging on to the past
All those people that did wrong by me can officially get a rash
Living for me now so I gives no care how you feel
This is me, uncut, uncensored… I feel the need to be real
No longer taking my past and feeling sorry for how it was
Living life to the fullest… Just like everyone else does
Don’t feel sorry for me I am no longer a victim, I’m Free
Just letting the world know I am no longer ashamed of being me
The mirror I used to run from I now embrace
The hate that was once in my heart has now been replaced
That frown that I always wore because if hurt to smile
I keep this smile permanently embedded and it’s going to be here for a while
I am no longer sad…. I’m so focused on my life and moving forward
Carrying all that hate and anger around was such a burden
Free..Free.. Free from life’s tortures and Pain
Standing on my own two feet with a smile is how I will remain


Details | Rhyme | |

Easily Blamed Week

Am I suppose to look strong?             
I am so weak, insecure of my wrongs
I stumble on obscure words...not exactly sleek 
Suppose I could blame it on the week

All the time I wonder about someone
Jealous thoughts instantly runs through my weary mind

Don't mind me...just don't look back
I'm becoming a monster
Full of damned dreams
That probably won't come back
It won't come to pass

And how could I learn in class?
Am I a weakling or what?
I create a fuss about things I don't own

Oh joy...here comes those groans of yours
Do you see yourself in the mirror?
I should be the one doing that
You bother as if you were some sort of gnat...

Meaningless regrets that I could slightly feel
Like I ate an appetizing meal
Then regret: "I shouldn't have eaten that..."

And then I'm expected to be a slick as an athlete.
And beat
A race of amusement...aggrivating toil
And feed the spoil
It doesn't sound right...so peculiar
There's no use to compare
Ourselves with our own kind

Could I ever find
A way to seep through an energetic
world of lust
And I thrust
To get this journey over with
And done with

Finding a certain solitude to sleep 
And fall into the deep
And stumble upon the annoying habit of weakness

And I assure you
I won't miss
A day that I feel strong

Enough to get on my knees
And enjoy a certain solitude

And find myself praying

And go without playing

This week


Details | Verse | |

Corruption

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


Details | Blank verse | |

the ship officer and a lady

The ship officer and the Lady 

As I waited for my ship to dock at the onion pier,
a clerk came and handed me a bag of garlic for
the ship, I told him I had not ordered any and
showed him my three silver rings on my uniform.
He smirked and said I must have borrowed it to
impress the gullible, I shrank inside the uniform 
and could not see my hands and feet. 
Met a lady who was waiting for the ship too, she
was the wife of the chief engineer, and together
we strolled to the end of the dock, where 
I resentfully threw the bag of garlic into the sea
where it swelled, became a life boat that slowly 
drifted away. Back at the spot where the ship was
supposed to dock we’re told the ship had come 
and gone. The lady sat on a pollard crying, took
her wedding ring off and threw it into the water,
I, who had taken Lasix 40, peed into the same sea 
and its water turned pink. “Truly, this man is
a saint someone whispered”. Confident again 
I swelled in the uniform and could see my hands 
and feet . The clerk asked forgiveness and kissed 
the onyx ring on my left index finger and gave me 
another bag of garlic.      
  


Details | I do not know? | |

My Soaring Love

There are things that you want
Which I cannot give
Your voice will still haunt me
As long as I live
I can see that I won't stop
Fighting for you
Reaching the top
I will always love you
Thats a given
I hope you can understand
My dear Rayvn...


Details | Rhyme | |

Truth Be Told

 
Tonight I am here for the truth to be told for I am one to be so bold, Tired of seeing all those judging of this I am not budging, I go through this life of mine watching how others think things are so fine, Whether it's skin tone, sexuality or religion people tend not to move not even a smidgen, I am on a rhyming spree to speak about what it is I do so see, There are those who feel they are right but are they following the brightest light, On aspect of skin tone I'm only voicing what is so needed to be known, People see some specific modes it's their minds that fully explodes, Just because someone does something wrong doesn't make a voice so strong, Many do things that aren't ok but do you judge on that I think nay, It's the person that makes things so clear but most only follow their own driven fear, We need to see what is so true something along the lines of how the ocean is so blue, I'm laughing on how many think this is coming to an end but there is a message I wish to send, To think that this is only the beginning but feeling it's your mind I got spinning, On the next note I go with sexuality going forth to twist your mentality, We live our lives with so many choices but of mind or heart are you listening to voices, Lots choose the path they feel so well but many go forth with the past on which they do so dwell, We so live in a new time frame where so many are truly lame, They consider things to be so weird but who is it they truly seared, All have the right of their path but most have trouble with the math, You need not scorn what is needed what is there is completely heeded, You have the right to live a life not worrying about a multiple strife, Living a thing that does so not sting, A right many need to understand a way that is forever planned, You need to see that all are pure but most do not see the ultimate lure, There is a way many do not have within view what do you truly think is so due, On the biggest of all it's religion that has the highest wall, Many think they are on the right path but who is it that feels the most wrath, All feel their choice is most secure are you one who is completly sure, There are multiple ways and all have specific end days, Question is do you think things are within grasp if so what is it you truly wish to clasp, There is so much that causes such emotion but who is it that has a truest of notion, We all have what is real and full what is needed to give you that pull


Details | I do not know? | |

Light at the end of the tunnel

addiction? i do not know of such a thing
I only know love hate angry and sadness
If you cant be addicted to those you cant be addicted to anything
A gift i was born with a problem to overcome
but once i was over it i have the power to controll myself to any extent
i can be the perfect lover i can be the greatest fighter i can inspire a nation
What ever i so choose to do i know i can do
that is more powerfull than addiction it makes addiction falter 
its replaced bye something greater
its replaced bye an understanding of who i am


Details | Free verse | |

Battle Phased

Grand battles designed in my mind keep me tested it only takes one sick head to make others infested can i change my linear path invade and correct it will it serve it purpose or take a turn towards worthlessness I have not the will, or desire to be in the business of building empires all that too good turns into lies don't believe your eyes next time They can mislead you, as can people twist you contort you making you evil for the wrong way becomes your passion just can't get no satisfaction I paint clouds in the sky all day kind of hard not to lose my way I'll come or go, but I won't stay but when I return, be so amazed just the way I shock myself to reset a spirit in bad health what is wealth, tell me what its for money brings problems with an anonymous benefactor unwritten chapters are all hope floats on when the day is cold and the sun hidden days like that I forget my mission my programs decay I'm in my own way but mostly it seems like a road lined by stumbling stones I'm Battle phased, won't you just give in? no more misery, no more fighting then what else would I know without an underlying protocol battle head be at your best because the bad times are just a test


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Light

My Heart ; thinking of unreliable things , 
	of things that claw and the 
things that gore.
	Lifting their heads in happy adoration 
to take half thy canvas in.
	Now coming back from the first to last
Night or days o'er 
	everything but sleep in all  thy
pleasures , not that smart, should 
	I feel.
		A gaping space that feedeth 
the blessed. Yes ; or pass quickly 
	into the skies laughing 
w-/ out cause in the night.
	Now clear as glass ; and now Dark
Light.


Details | Free verse | |

Be Patient (Choka)

Await my return
For I shall ride with the wind
On a ship of dreams

I shall come to you my love
We’ll have paradise
On earth for ever after

I am resolute
In my approach for your love
So fear not today

We shall join hands eternal
From us will spring forth, new life


Choka: epic poem 5/7/5 7/5/7 5/7/5 7/7


Details | Rhyme | |

Here's The GOOD News

Here's The GOOD NEWS! I get so tired of hearing about “the latest scandal…” It makes me wonder; “how much can this world handle?” It seems like each day, on the news, it speaks of “another killing…” Are these types of things really a part of “living?” There must be more to life than what we hear on the news… More to life than a cigarette or a bottle of booze… There’s a simple message for us that must be heard… The secret to true living you can find reading God’s word! It reads; “all have sinned and fallen short of God’s glory…” But wait! This isn’t the end of the story! His word also speaks of God’s redeeming grace… This can be found anywhere. And any place… His grace can be found through Christ’ atonement… His love can make you a new person… This very moment! His word also says; “where there was sin… Grace did much more abound!” A brand new life in Christ. Today… Can be found! This GOOD NEWS can transform you by the power of the cross! This is what this world needs… That is dying and lost! Spending time with Jesus is always time well spent! May tomorrow’s news read; “Another sinner has chosen to repent!” By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

Ceremony Today

There is a ceremony
But not a time for bologney

Where I will be inducted
Not instructed

Into a program
One that I'm not sure serves ham

Called NJHS*
And I've heard it's one of the best

Along with other scholars
Some bearing a couple dollars

Will accept this invitation
With great emancipation

And this will look amazing
Not to mention far from cows grazing

On future high school applications
Along with my unique creations

So yes, I have a ceremony
Where no one will serve boloney

I hope you wish my luck
But do not mail me a duck

For I am to read my poem Followerª
And I hope I don't feel like a wallower

So yes, I have got to go
And get ready for my show

*NJHS - National Junior Honors Society
ªThis poem is included in my list of poems, although the one being read has some changes in it... I will make sure to post the revised one in a few minutes :)


Details | Free verse | |

I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Alliteration | |

The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q) or Prolix Drama Queen Part One

When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to Dry-Pyre
 and Humble-Pie, Donated-Data –
 in Your Plea-Bargain-Brain- Por-Nada
Disperse the Diaspora
Prefer Real-Deal and Retain Prerogative-Honor

 To, The Divine and Peerless… 
 Person of God – of Pure-Spirits
…  Whose Personage Positively… 
Remains Due-Homage and Dignity
…The Pinnacle… 
Of  The Direct-Pact - Empirical 
Drawn and Done, 
with His Precious DayStar-Son,
 Who Deigned to Come
by The Father’s Decree… 
 Was Dispatched with Poise-Prudently
as Probe and Provision… 
for Our Poverty and Pleurisy-Drain-Derision

He is The Pivot-Portrayal of Royal… 
and Portal-To-Pace-Immortal
This Diadem-Prince-Progeny… 
of Dazzling Famed-Piety and Propriety!
The Possessor and Presenter 
and The Permission-for-us-to Speak and Palace-Enter
The Premium-Derivative-Son,
 This Potentate Happy One...
 Proof-Explained and Patent-Won
Delving Mysteries; Described Memories; 
Drawing Forth Miracle-Draperies
and In Deference… 
As A Pro-Dative – Proconsul-Presence… 
He Maintains Preference
and Displays:  That, The Dynamic-Will… 
and Determined-Purpose Still,
Definitely,  is Top-Priority…
 One… and The Preeminent-Same… Pardon-Plea
He Is The Presiding – Deciding-Door-Key…
Precisely! -  Praise-Accordingly!

For We Are Wind-Swept, Droves of Dust… 
Dirt and Air-Gusts,  
Now, Plundered-Seeds… Still-Planted… 
Packed to Earth, Properly-Contained and Patted
 if We Continue to Divide… 
Disfigure, Pilfer and Hide 
From SonShine, then in Dirty-Prairie…
 We’ll be Permanent-Lain- and Perjury
If  ‘We Choose’ to Develop… 
Too Low-Down, to Peel-Hope
  or Plow-Perverted… 
The Preview, We’ll Not Regain…(We Deserted!)
Its Our Duty and Delight… 
to Reach Dawn-Heights
and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse


Details | Ballad | |

I paused For A second

        I Paused for a second


I paused for a second,to see what this means to me.
I open my eyes,yet they don't see.
The clock on the wall,time just marches on.
Paused for a second,then everything's gone.
I paused for a second, to consider my fate,
Finding your place as you step to the plate.
Hope that a second isn't to late,
Looking for something, to wipe clean the slate.
I paused for a second, to see where I am?
There's so much in life, I just don't understand.
A face is revealed, that was once behind a mask,
Destiny intertwines, with things from the past.
The sun is still shining, yet in comes the rain,
Sorrow is redeemed in the shadows of pain.
Though things have become, they still fade away.
Yesterday and tomorrow, blend in to form today.
I paused for a second, I was looking for home.
I stand at the doorway, but I 'm there alone.
The gateway to hell, is scattered with bones
Skeletons and demons, that live in the night,
They flourish on darkness, live with fright.
I paused for a second then there was light,
I start to understand, this transition from night.
Colors return, to a once darkened soul,
What the future has in store, well nobody knows.
I paused for a second the seeds start to grow.
I paused for a second, then the vision was there,
Wrapped inside kindness, though nobody cared.
I see from the hill to the valley below,
The vision starts to grow, as the seeds are sown.
I paused for a second, then black turns to white,
It seems there's something but it's nowhere in sight.
Maybe it's somewhere up around the bend,
I start to feel peace, as my heart starts to mend.
I paused for a second, then I' am somewhere in between.
Somewhere in between reality and a dream.
I imagine a life that is better than this,
I thirst for a world, but it's all hit or miss.
I look at the battlefield, the silence within,
It looks like the end, yet start to begin..


Details | Epic | |

The other shoe

I wait and hope the other shoe dont drop
I want to trust you but have to stop
You have hurt me mant times before
Why now should I open my hearts doors

I have grown and changed threw the years
Thanks to all the countless tears
I have moved on and found new love to share
So tell me now why should I dare

I want so much to let you in
I want us to be able to be friends
Yet I find myself torn 
And find my heart perched on a thorn

Where you left it years ago broken battered and cold
I want so much your hand to hold
So I ask my beatened heart Can I trust him once more
OR should I never unlock my door

Closed in and wanting to hide
God how I wish I could be by your side
Yet I know if I let my self fall
I will no longer have my brick wall


Details | Acrostic | |

Pillars Of Venus

My Heart, Calls,
For A Hero.
To Sweep me out of my chains.
I will be, here.
Waiting for one day 
For your Glow of Victory
To Swipe me and Break this Chains
That Bind Me, against my will.
All keep Singing for you to get my Message.
The Little Will left for you, is what keeps me alive.
Now, your close so hear me, am Here..
Shining like the Pillars Of Venus.
Now hear this Song, that will guide you.
Near me,
I see you now.
I will be happy in your arms
So just keep on the belief and I will be waiting.
For you to defeat, the Darkness that seal me away from you.
Tears of Joy running down my Skin, in just seeing your presence at last. 
My Prince


Details | Epic | |

CRIES IN THE DARK

In my youth I sat alone , Gazing at the stars 
wondering what their cares really are. 
I use to listen to the quiet of the night, 
This was a child's fanciful flight, 


The silence is broken by the cry of a child, 
The sound is fearful and wild. 
Still I try to quiet her cry, 
Only then do I realize the cries come from within me. 
No way to calm the child within. 

The sound is untamed and broken, 
My fears never meant to be spoken. 
The child remains in agony.  
Her pain was my reality. 

My torment gave him a sadistic pleasure. 
AS he stole my personal treasure, 
A gift I never wanted to give, 
A pain I don't wish to relive, 

Inside her cries never die louder still do they grow, 
Never to let the tears freely flow, 
No way to quiet the bitter truth, 
A precious gift stolen within my youth, 

Furious the child will be, 
From this pain will I be free  
Or is this pain forever my reality, 
No it's not for no longer  am I weak, 
But stronger do I become ,
This pain gives me strength
My will to live it will not Break!!!!


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Rhyme | |

Best I Can Do

My soul may be captured, or even maybe raptured.
What I know is that I have lived the best I can do.
My soul may be pleased or maybe it will be teased.
Though, I still have made an effort to be humble,
Will my spirit be tortured or be blessed in an orchard.
I honestly will never know, till bidding this world adieu.
Within life, we are on tour, and no one is pure.
I will continue, on my track, until my last tumble.



written for
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 
Contest Name The Rhyme Inside 


Details | Rhyme | |

Clouds, Clouds

Clouds, Clouds!
So huge in the bright blue sky!
Sometimes you move way too slow,
Sometimes way too fast,
So white and fluffy,
Such a comfort from a distance so far!
Clouds, Clouds!
Oh how I want to be you,
Forever afloat in a stream that high!

Clouds, Clouds!
You are so beautiful!
Shielding the bright radiant colors in the big blue sky!
Sometimes you’re way too high,
And sometimes way too low!
So bright and pleasant,
Such wonderful colors shine through you!
Clouds, Clouds!
Oh how I want to be you,
A beauty that I could forever call mine!

Clouds, Clouds!
So real with your depictions,
Truly you take my breath away.
Sometimes you show it perfect,
And sometimes I have to think!
So white and fluffy,
Such pictures are drawn in my mind. 
Clouds, Clouds!
Oh how I want to be you,
Forever I would have something to say!


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Free verse | |

What A Fine Day

It feels like today 
is falling into place
when I determine your face
It is bright…
A tou