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Water Wall


As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.


Gene Bourne 
08-18-14


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Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



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The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



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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. 


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Hounds from Hell

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

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

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

-10/14/2013-


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The Wasteland -Part 1-

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


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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 | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


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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


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


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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 | Epic | |

Red Leaf

,          ,          ,          ,          ,          ,          ,          ,           ,          ,

He is called Red Leaf…. birth child of autumn, and son of the trees
His euphonious legend is heard in the breeze
He is young, he is strong, he has proven his courage
Standing proud against the darkness, and the sins of the reaper
His spirit was not broken, by the weight of the storm
His steadfastness will not melt like the springtime snow
 
                                                            

He has honor, respect, and a gallantry within
His songs are his journey, he plays to soothe the wind
There is prowess, and valor in each haunting lullaby
He was taught by his elders, sad songs that touch the sky
His flute holds the stories, like the sound of lonely larks
Of loss, and death, of drifting smoke, and silent ashes
Of when the mountains cried in anguish, and the sky looked on in pain

                                                            

But yesterday creates today, and holds a promise for tomorrow
New songs are played, today telling of laughter of the birds
And whispers of a bluer sky, how gentle rain will cleanse the smoke
How buffalo will graze again, where the tall grasses will wave again
Red Leaf warms the tender embers, his memories linger on
He plays the songs that drift away,  
Trees above where branches sway
The rock, the leaf, the ruddy dust that coats the valley floor
Someday must return, and be restored, just as it was before

,          ,          ,           ,           ,          ,          ,            ,          ,          ,          ,          ,


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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.


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Wounded Warrior

For the torn,
for the meek.
Toward the storm,
toward the beast.

For the scorned,
for the weak.
Wounded warriors,
for the free.

In the dirt,
make my bed.
Firefight,
overhead.

Live on hope,
consume hate.
Rusted spoon,
rusted plate.

On this stage,
in my role.
Home one day,
never whole.

For this goal,
in the name.
Different soul,
though the same.

Take my life,
use it well.
Build your heaven,
on my hell.

Don't you cry,
I'll always be.
Wounded warrior,
for the free.


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Silenced

you turned our  shared world upside down
without explaining in more or only few words
changing closeness into the opposite of nigh 

hidden in your dyslexic stronghold
you missed  the shame I overcame 
ignoring my myriad attempts for another try

behind your translucent glass-brick wall
you're suddenly earsplitting deaf
ceaselessly refusing to explain  why

a living nightmare slowly muted
the opposite of a love song dies down
embedded in tears I still cry

sorry seems to be the hardest word
not for me to say sincere and heartfelt to you
but for you to understand by losing also your third eye 

behind thousands  of hugest question marks
the presence of your absence displays
a killing-field of friendship where people partially die

© Elly Wouterse



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Take Me Away

I dream in darkness.
I sleep to die.
Erase my sorrow.
Erase my lies.
Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day.
A world of nothingness.
Take me away.


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Lakota

I'm very small
I am called Standing Tall
My story to be read as i live through it all.

Our Dakota lands are forest and vast
Where our ancestors have hunted
From long in the past.

Our tribes are, a confederation of seven
With our language of Lakota, Sioux heaven
We stand proud as we remember our past
And look to our gods, to make it all last.

A silhouette on the prairie hill i see
This shape in the distance is new to me
As we sleep in the night, we hear guns and blows
We arise from our camp, to look for the noise
We creep on the prairie to their surprise
Under the moon, where the land would flow
No longer the Buffalo.

We mount our ponies to challenge these men
What gives them this right to kill and maim
Bodies of beasts, furs cut away
Missing heads, a ghastly slay.

On reaching their camp our bows stretched
Arrows screech, hit the wretched
Watch them fall to the prarie floor
Just like the Buffalo did hours before.

Years have passed as we are moved from our lands
These poisonous men, and their poisonous glands
Bringing illness fever and strife
Ending many a Lakota life.

We reach a point in History
Which made the white man sit up and see
Their Golden Child General George Custer
And the Little Big Horn, my what a disaster.

Arapaho, Cheyenne and us Lakota too
Sliced the Blue Jackets, their Scouts too
The US Cavalry would have their glee
At the Battle Of Wounded Knee
Where Siiting Bull would finally rest
Standing Tall's story last's the test
If we Indians had the same resources
Like the silhouette on the hill
These praries we always had. would be ours still.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php


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 | |

the art of persuasion.

She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed 
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand.  As he walked away,
she fantasized about making love with him, for he possessed both charm and 
exceptional good looks; he certainly was enchanting...thick, black wavy hair,grey-
green eyes...tall...muscular ~ oh, those muscles...all over his tanned body...head
to toe.

But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy 
metal 
staff
for 
balance...

after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for 
one
pathetic
soul.

The evening of the deed was a frigid six degrees, and there was a dead smell of
the sun.  She stayed late after work, waiting anxiously until everyone had gone.
Finally, he was alone in his office, so she placed the pearl necklace around her
fragile neck and unbuttoned her red, silk blouse so to reveal her sexy red
camisole.

She entered the office, and gently leaned over him from behind; he was aroused
by the scent of her "Red Door" cologne...his favorite, and his senses were even
more heightened as he turned around and observed her erect breasts speaking
in a language only he understood.  With his large hands, he slowly explored her
thighs, making his way up her black skirt.

"You have beautiful legs."
"You think so, huh?"

They kissed, and the necklace brushed his chest; he didn't feel well, at all.  He 
was hot...so hot, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish
tinge....then blackish...

He
burst
into
flames;

then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.

She walked over to the black wrought iron mirror and smiled; her wrinkles were
gone...vanished...just as promised; she was ten years younger.

The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.

"I have one more assignment for you."
"But we made a deal, one soul."

She began to feel peculiar, and as she viewed herself in the black mirror, she 
began aging...ten years...twenty...thirty...she pulled out a large clump of thin, white
hair.

The room darkened from his moonly mind.



"My dear, the other soul...is yours."


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


Details | Ballad | |

Violet

In London, away in a terrace
Half-hidden with elm trees and grime,
Lived young Violet, in her parents' house,
Left alone for near all of the time,

As her mother had no patience to teach her
And her father was working all day,
Violet read to herself through her childhood
Forgetting her seclusion in play,

Any friends she made as a young woman
Would laugh at her stitches and cloth,
For they knew that Violet was quite useless
And so showed their neat needlework off,

Poor Violet kept trying her best, but
Each time everyone ran her down,
She retreated back into her mind's warmth
Far away from that cold-blooded town,

Then one night, as the raindrops were piercing
Through the rueful, restricting twilight,
Violet threw on her Sunday attire and
Did at once in the darkness delight,

So she ran through the alleys and gardens,
Dancing down the pitch-black London streets,
Her beautiful dress flew about her
As she skipped past the other deceits,

Violet's stories swam round in her memory
As she flew through the night and the stars,
And she bathed thoroughly and with relish
Until Violet was cleansed of her scars,

Now her heart was open and happy,
So she laughed and fluttered her tail,
Carelessly gliding free through the water
And onwards to the ocean did sail.

As the weary sun rose on the next day
Her friends could be seen on the pier,
Dabbing at their dry eyes with their hankies,
Voices straining trying to sound sincere,

"It has hurt us so indescribably,
That because of her poorly-sewn hems,
Violet felt she was inferior to us
And has drowned herself in the Thames."

Violet's parents had not yet noticed
The absence of their only daughter,
And they would understand even less
How she came to be dead underwater,

But Violet was now free to prosper,
To swim and to dance and to glide,
And with angels and mermaids to play with,
She would always in her dreams reside.


Details | I do not know? | |

Posin of Satin

I have tried to love
I have tried to befriend
But I have not recived a blessing from above
They have cursed my soul
My heart roars with the anger of being ignored
I have tried praying before
But the prayer made me worse, what was in store
My life was in hell
And the stinking smell
makes me sick, and green
Why did it happen and how
But now I remember my deed
I was with my friends 
and the party came to no end
when a handsome man came to me
he gave me a drink
saying the it was called 'The Dream'
I drank it whole 
and now I behold my fate
My fate of the posin I drank
From Satins hand 
He now commands my soul
Because I drank the posin
No one will ever love me
Not any more.


Details | Free verse | |

Like, Like, How Could She?

Like, this one time, in band camp 
I asked this girl out and she like, 
Said no, and I like 
Like totally liked her, and like 
I almost loved her and she said like, 
Like, like no, 
Like how could she? 
I was so hurt, like, seriously 
Not like, broke a nail hurt, like really, 
Really, 
Really, 
Really hurt, you know? 
Like it wasn't even in my head you know? 
Well, it was, but it was like, deeper than that 
It was right in my chest, like right by my heart 
Every time it beat, it like, hurt 
And it like, didn't stop 
Not for anything, 
Like not even when I went to sleep, 
It like, just hurt, and hurting 
And like, like never stopped 
It hurt like, so bad 
It was like the worst feeling I ever felt, 
Like in my entire life, 
How could she say no like that? 
Like really? 
I like, lost her 
Totally lost her 
But I like never had her to begin with, 
Still it hurt, because I like almost loved her 
And it felt like she was mine, but she wasn't 
And like, now she'll never be. 
This is like, sooo depression, 
How can I march in a time like this? 
I just totally feel deprived of happiness and meaning, 
I could die, I could totally die right now 
Like I'm not even kidding, I could stop living 
Right now, just die, 
I could go to that cabin and get on the roof 
Then like get onto that higher roof on the cabin next to it 
And then like, totally jump off and die 
Just die like a frog under a tire you know? 
"Not a lesbian" she says, well whatever 
I can't believe this, this is so sad 
You know, this is so bad, you know what I'm going to do? 
You know what I'm going to do? 
I'll like, tell you 
I'm going to go eat some cheese, 
Goodbye. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me, 
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?


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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands 
for assisting me with the words 
I could not find.

1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black

I Hope you enjoyed it


Details | Rhyme | |

I Blame Cupid

Cupids arrows
Must be dipped in poison,
Because I thought hearts were meant to beat,
Not to be broken

In the beginning i was in love
And thought it was all meant to be, 
Just me and him, in harmony.

I was going to walk away, 
But I decided to give him one last try
Then he hit me, with his solomn goodbye.

Cupid, you aren't always right.
The choices you make
Can backfire and turn love into hate.

Its not anything new to me, 
My life has always been filled
With suffering and pain.
But this time its not my fault, 
Cupid's the one to blame.


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't 
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Free verse | |

Michael Jackson Gone Too Soon (Seventh Heaven)

“Heal The World” like in Heaven A “Thriller” many believed he was too “Bad” The King of Pops “Black or White” Seven times he cried—“The Way You Make Me Feel” Then he “Eased on Down the Road” Singing: “Earth Songs” like “Beat It,” “Leave Me Alone” Now “Ben,”—he is “Gone Too Soon!” ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph Spence, Sr., 6/28/09 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ The form is 7/11/7/11/7/11/7. The total syllable count is 61. The first line has seven syllables, second eleven, third seven, fourth eleven, fifth seven, sixth eleven, and seventh seven. Rhyming is optional; however, it’s a plus. Any variation of the words “seven” or “heaven” must appear in the poem. Invented by Joseph Spence, Sr., 2007. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


Details | Ode | |

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Hector

Poiseidon's waters roil and roar
All up and down the craggy coast;
Their winedark waves have brought the host
Of foreign men all drunk for glory,
For the sake of one man's vanity
They traveled to your alien shore
To write with blood and bone a story
Of the Gods' capriciousness towards men,
Of passion's triumph over sanity
Which they shall repeat: again, again.

The men will surge against your city walls
Ten long and doleful years;
As your children, born to violence, shriek, and widows' tears
Appeal to you, their hero Prince,
To drive them back to whence they came
As your father walks the palace halls,
As does his shade now, ever since -
Ever since you went out to face the foe
And pass to time your noble name,
Their legend and their martyr, hope and woe.

It would be asked by what Creed you chose to live
Before you fell to the Fates' perversity,
Before their undeserving Champion dragged you 'round the city.
"Honor the Gods", you said, cruel though they may be.
"Defend your Country", you said, though it be doomed.
"Love your Women", you said, as only they can give
Meaning to the madness from across the sea.
Your father forced to beg for your battered corpse; so many dead,
Their faces still now, 'neath the swaying plumes
Of shining helmets, others waiting in their stead.

     "Honor the Gods
       Defend your Country
       Love your women."

- Oh you grey heads who start your wars for Pride,
Go ask Andromache's ghost
What it meant to her.


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


Details | Villanelle | |

Its Nice

I guess everything I did or do is not good enough for you,
This Mr Nice guy is not working out to your standards isn't it true.
What are you asking for from me, would you like the beast unleashed,
like it was before I turned into an angel that was kissed? 

You have been asking for it, for a long time now,
the beast wants to tear out of my skin and make you drown. 
Kill you and devour you piece by piece,
than spit you out into hell where you'll burn like the trees. 

What haven't I given you that you have treated me this way,
I show you live and care but you burned my heart like a pile of hay. 
So for my final words, be cautious of the daemon YOU have unleashed,
Cause one wrong move and your body will be incomplete.


Details | Rhyme | |

Queen Of The Rails

The engine: Long and black
And sleek as she could be
She shook the earth in her approach
As her heraldry.

An atmosphere of steam and smoke
Expanding in her wake
The Queen-of-the-Rails speeds on
An arrival soon to make.

Massive is her presence
Enormity her design
Power is her excess
This Queen is so refined

Once she ruled with majesty
When o’er the rails she flew
But … now, this one last time,
The railway bids: “Adieu”.

Slowly when she comes to stop
We see she’s thoroughbred
When water, steel and hard, black coal
Within her there are wed.

Her regal-ness resplendent
In fittings’ shining bright
Commanding our respect
O’er the rails of her last flight.

Now sitting at the siding
She’s puffing rhythmic breath
The museum’s destination
Of her life commits its’ theft.

Photographs will mimic
Her image of today
But missing from those photos:
Glories of Yesterday

When o’er the steel she thundered
Demanding from all who saw
Respect for Her grand power
Which held them all in awe.

But Glory, she found, was fleeting
When “progress” came to call
Her future then was set in stone
In the writing on the wall.

Now we hear the brake release …
Her throttle then is moved …
She inches down the shiny track
Where the land with steel is grooved

Then as she gains her speed
And whistles out her “yell”
An announcement for all to hear:
“I know I’ve served you well!”

She’s journeyed through the ages
And a boy – an old man now -
Watches as she fades away -
He waves, then shouts out: “Ciao!”

But in his mind is yesteryear
With his dog there by his side
Watching near the railroad tracks
Where the Queen-of-the-Rails did ride.

And long from now whenever
He says: “Remember when …”
In those times of reverie,
She’ll come alive … again.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Self-Portrait of Life


As I draw my eyes I think about what I have seen, what I have witnessed, what I have turned my eyes away from with but a blind stare, and all those special moments I missed that done passed and gone, but above all I think about what I have yet to see when I die.
 As I draw my face and hair I think about I think about how the "Great One Above" has made me what color skin that I am and how he has shaped my attitude into what my life has become and what society and environment I was placed and grew up in around which culture or cultures I have become or unknowingly integrated.
 As I draw my ears I think about what I have heard, what I am still hearing and what I choose not to hear among the many noises surrounded within ones hearing, but above all I think about what death has sounded like not in just one but many different loud but yet still very silent noises around one.
 As I draw my body I think about what my body has endured, what it has failed to do so many times but also what it has finally conquered and still yet to conquer in a world of complete competition with sports so violent and unforgiving for winning does not forgive losers in a world striving to be winners.
 As I draw my hands I think about how they have created so much but also trying not to think about how much they too have destroyed. I think about how I can easily create bad more than the good like an addiction that cannot be stopped among an addicted world full of fiends waiting to get their fix….but above all as I draw these words of life I think about how the heck I am still here today writing about it…..how I am still here enduring it and how I am still here even to share it…Thank You “Great One Above”…..


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Bio | |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Bride Without a Name

Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand


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 | 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 | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Elegy | |

God Received An Angel

In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie. 
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate, 
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart, 
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift 
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
 I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways 
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws 
But I am wondering is that all.


Details | Elegy | |

Why ( a holocaust poem)

I wake up in the morning
and the pain begins,
Starvation, beatings, disease
when will it ever end...

There is blood on my elbows
and blood on my knees,
my clothes are torn
I just want to be free...

I am what I am
I guess thats why I'm here,
I've been here three months
And I'm numb with fear...

I pray to God
and ask him why,
what did I do
to deserve to die...

Cody Lee


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.


Details | Blank verse | |

Who I am Today

I got 2 memba who I once was, who I really am, what I really am, and who Im still yet TO BECOME. I got 2 memba where Im from 2 know how I got 2 where Im at 2 know where Im still GOING TO GO/ Despite bein a felon and convict and all the odds against me, I still got all the evens deep within me. Change is like a choice of contradicted concepts of my own convictions. My felonistic, forbidden, fatherless faith is not workin for me no more, actually it never did I just thought it did. I aint got 2 give it up or must give it up, or even have 2 give it up I first got 2 want 2 give it up. But I also must got 2 have 2 want 2 give it up within my own contradicted soul so that I may travel that road less traveled by my own people, not only where Im from but for all those trapped in this American inner racial mixed struggle where race and the color of YOUR SKIN DOES MATTER


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.


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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.


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


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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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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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' 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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Your Melodious Memories

Whole night you were in my musing
Everything forgets except your face
Today I'm late at bed
No one to wake me early
When i saw you in far
Corner of dry, dark sky
My heart gets torn,
Eyes can't stop flowing
We are missing you "Mom"...

He left the world you leave
Don't talk,
Rough movement and even
His smiles erased.
Still waiting for you every eve at the gate
The old breezed love
Can't take the pain.

My small brother asks me
When you will come?
Your daughter loss
All her faith and joy.

I can't see their faces
It's remind me you,
Your love
Babbling
Chattering before bed to rig up mosquito-curtain
Run after me while going to work!
My heart seems to burst
And blow up with grief...
I miss you at my every step,"Mom"

He was empty before you
Again fall into nothingness
They lost their playmate
I lost my best friend !

Nobody forbids me,
No one says don't do this
The call from back to return soon is vanished
Sometimes i feel so lonely,
My soul intends to cries out
Like a simple child
And pray to you,"Please come back Mom"
If not possible to punish me
Make me cry once !

Aaborta Dey
This poem is based on death of one of my friend's Mom and i feel more love to my parents when i read this.


Details | Rhyme | |

Gone Fishing Part One

They launched at dawn, Jim and his mate,
both men unaware of their mutual fate.
The boat was small, the sea was calm,
and neither of them foresaw any harm.

This was something both had done,
at the rising of the sun
on many, many previous days,
they'd sailed out into the haze.

This time it seemed just the same,
the weather was mild, the wind was tame,
though neither of these good friends could know,
just how this trip was destined to go.

Before they left home they checked the weather,
the forecast was fine, and they laughed together,
because today was perfect for their trip,
so they headed down to the launching slip.

At last they were headed out to sea,
for this much anticipated fishing spree,
all bait and tackle at the ready,
their progress out at first was steady.

About six miles out from their home port,
lies a mark from which they had caught,
a lot of fish, over lots of years,
but back on shore there would soon be tears.

At three miles out, suddenly,
a thick mist rolled across the sea,
and rapidly they were so fogbound,
that they feared they would never be found.

Their boat was fine in sight of land,
but lost in fog, they'd never planned,
for such an eventuality,
blind with no compass, miles out at sea.


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The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

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


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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 Hole in the Universe

There’s a hole in the Universe
And I can see it from 
My 
Hearse

Driving to the graveyard 
For one final look

While the mourners 
Take photos
Filling an entire 
Facebook

There’s a hole in the Universe
And I can see it from
My 
Noose

Wrapped round my head
For one final jerk

Because I sent you 
Away
And it really
Hurts

But I won’t say a thing
Not a single peep
From a  man 
Made of stone
And the blood of a
Beast

Sing me one last melody
In that way you did
In a La La so sweet
La La La
La La La
My sweet

Sing me one last dirge
For the body 
You once held
In a La La so sweet
La La La
La La La
My sweet

You see

There’s a hole in the Universe
And I  can see it from
My
Place

Where the sky meets
The fire

Roasting hopes upon  
A pyre

And leaves me 

Wanting

One last
Touch

One last
Kiss 

One last
La La

So sweet

A taste of  perfect heaven

The complete Universe

I once found 

In

Your 

Baby Face.


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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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This will be my FINAL poem on the Soup

no more Soup for me all of YOU have pissed me off April Fools Suckers
JSLambert ~ This is the fabulous "Prankster Haiku" Haiku from the Heart Contest ~This is not your average Haiku. But I am not yir' average Joseph, for my "Prankster Haiku" form is highly Ex-plosiPH! Ya' DiGG?


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Depression

Depression

3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…

-10/2/13-


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Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Brethren of the Wind

She nuzzled her first born,
Until he ungainly stood.
Fresh birthed, dewy damp,
Rocking unsteadily, a new life.
The herd settled, calmed by mother instinct.
Then slowly moved down the rocky draw,
Hooves dance, tattooing the morning mist,
Shaking the night loose, dawns promise,
Roaming the lush verdant growth.
Singing the song of the herd, brethren of the wind.
And the little foal understood the song,
They heard his first call.
Joyfully hearing the whiny of a new life.
But it wasn’t always so, with master-men.
Confined to the plow and jig, consigned
To repetition, plodding nowhere
To stall and back as leaves fall
And blossom’s end in endless cycles.
But now they’re running free,
And they’re strong for the herd is many.
Manes and hooves, glistening forelocks sprint
Breaking morning’s silence.
Hush, they instinctively stop, shiver
And smell the man-masters approach.
Frightened, instinctively moving,
The herd’s survival depends on escape,
Fleet of foot, to run from the man-master smell.
Down the shallow draw the hooves pound,
And up the crest with nowhere to go.
Their stretched out lithe bodies
Momentarily outlined by the evening sun.
Over the edge they plunge
For freedom’s sake, thousand foot down.


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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


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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 | Romanticism | |

I'm dead without my Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Just in a split second-The sexuality of the lady in Red

Already in the bar at about 7:45pm, as weak as a 'just fed' serpent my body movements, so slow, like a turtle, walking in caution of danger, feeling so stiff like a concrete block, and even my heart beat, I could strongly feel which outweighs the noise, music and bells all combined. Then came this lady, elegant and sharp very beautiful and on skimpy clothing. She sat with the aura of royalty, just three chairs away from me. I was cold, stiff and lost in space and her short red skirt accentuated her voluptuous curves. She graced with divinity and was absolutely magnetic, her attraction was so axiomatic to be unnoticed. Her smile? They were inevitably contagious, and all one could do is to fall sick of a follow up excitement. She twisted her Neck gently and tenderly, turning left and right as she talked to the persons around her. Her words, so soft and peaceful, could turn even a Lion on. Her changing positions, switching legs to cross over the other, only made me more of a moron. My ego dropped, principles sublimed and I was in the depth of wretchedness and lustful desires, sudden heat from an internal inferno came out of me, Those wonderfully, shaped, spotless and artistic legs of hers, stopped my systemic circulation, increasing my lust for her. Nothing can describe perfection, not even close to this beauty. Her naturally curved circumferential breasts, which dangle as she speaks, sapped all oxygen in me. The way she licked her lips during any pause in conversation, so red, flexible and thin, has made me drown so deep in sin, Not even gallons of whiskey nor hundreds of bottles of beer could make me stare away from this rare creature. I just needed that particular soft touch from her, I needed to smell the stimulating scent from her hair, exhibiting such liberty like a loose elastic ring. A wonder of Nature and an epitome of sexuality, the symbol of masculine vulnerability and the object of love and lust, all in one package is what even the Angels covet the most, and here is one who is just three yards away from me. as I stood up like a transformed wrecked engine, with full confidence as though ready to face a panel, all of a sudden I heard "Honey, I am done for today, let's go home" coming from the bar Tender. As I stood up in shock and Heartbreak I checked my watch and it was still 7:45pm.


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Try Walking In My Shoes

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

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

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


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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 | Ballad | |

A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.


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Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


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SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


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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


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Rowdy Racecar

ZOOOOOOOMING speedily…
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??


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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 | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

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


Details | Ballad | |

Corpse Bride

The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear
Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne
I've wroot my song of skreighs
He tore the lyf out of me
In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me
Wistful - I am no bride to be
Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs

I cede to thee, deathly colleen 
Though remains - façades of humanity 
Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams
Casted by the lote of she
Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er!
Caught with twain
W'ie or swain

Angel dearest so fair - love does not share
Seemed a crux, when eath is lone
I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me
Or was this not meant to be
Eros's deceit 
So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be


Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


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 | |

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 | 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 | I do not know? | |

Why is it?

Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, 

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

That has always been on mind for the past few days.

*comment if you know why or if you have any ideas*




                                        -angel4eva23


Details | Epic | |

The death of Syria

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

                                                By Larry Hays  
                                                                                                 
                 
                 


Details | Epic | |

Ocean Sky book in progress

Flying airships battling in the open sky,
 the sailors trying to save their own lives, 
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
 unto the human psyche.

The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
 contains many micro planetary islands that glide
 in the sky's atmosphere where men created their different ways of life. 
Herdsmen hunted on the island's green fields and forests.
Soldiers worked in their iron workshops.Crystalline lakes displayed nature's beauty. Many a gorgeous a creature of nature they captured in their nets.

Stratigos,a hunter, also loved to fish in the clear streams abundant with eels. His dear friends followed him throughout the biome, witnessing many wonderful sights
such as tigers,trees,eagles and pollinating bees, the lioness giving suckle to her young,and many a mythical creature that defies explanation."
Raised he was in a quaint village,in whose verdant plains he played with all his pals.His female friends gathered many rainbow-colored flowers by whose sight and smell were made ecstatic.

Upon a certain day,a flying chimera snatched his friend Mike with its aquiline talons that tear apart its prey.The lion-like chimera with an eagle head concealed him in his cavern hideout,unseen by human eyes.
He analyzed his body and psyche to see what was worthy to eat. In despair Mike's cries for help resounded through the cavern walls.He heard his own echo.

From afar his friends were dashing to his aid through the dense vegetation with thorns drawing upon their blood. Red it was, stained upon their drapery.
They complained not at their pain for their aim was to aid their endangered friend.

Stratigos exclaimed;
With Mike in danger,
surely we must not fail him,
For friendly fidelity
Faces us with the task
of his salvation.

Alina replied
Through the mud and sun that scorches our way
We must pick a path and dash as fast as trotting stallions
for our cause is noble and pure,
so Therefore let us not be wasteful with our pace.

And they arrived upon a green moss covered road that drove Them to a grotto surrounding the creature's cavern.


Details | I do not know? | |

Overwhelmed

Needy waves overwhelm
Battering, smashing
Soft flesh quivering
Splintering, raging, angry
Screeching , fists clenched.
I need more then I have!
To quench the fire,
A hunger, burning desire
As oxen grind grain
Doomed to everlasting circle
Consumed by a need
Spontaneous combustion, eruption
Do what I must
Abilities of others,
To comprehend, to know
What I wish I can't do                                                                                                       The arrow pierces deep
And the final words
Are of no help
Doesn’t the sun follow rain? 
Releasing the parched earth
Who has my tomarrow?
Searching stacks of stuff
Cheating Chinese workers
Can’t get to heaven today
Enough of anything
Weather turns cold
Fields brown, sun is gone
Special celestial light
Summer stolen while I napped
Can’t get to heaven today.


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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


Details | Imagism | |

Cursed With Life

Years go by, like a hot, dry summer breeze. 
Trees are scorched, no water to be found.
Waves of heat, crashing against the earth,
baking me to a crisp.
I walk alone, in a world now all desert; deserted forever.
I’ve roamed for years, decaying in life,
yet never diminishing in it. 
Many cities have fallen, 
outstretched fingers crushed to dust, in a fist that is the world’s end.
Not one greets me, for no one but me is around. 
I’m the last, I believe.
I am cursed with life
with no cure, no escape.
I see no reason for this immortality, 
no reasin for this life, as relentless as it is.
Above, in a mock sea so blue, so clear;
the blazing sun. It beats down as if determined to kill me.
But it cannot. 
I can’t die, though I’d appreciate it. 
Throat parched, joints sore, always in pain.
I’m decaying in life, but not diminishing in it. 
I am cursed, cursed with life.


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

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


Details | Free verse | |

Affliction

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


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Perfidy to the Fidelity

I see perfidy to the fidelity which is replete of your treachery 
Too bad we ain’t cool, because for you was a melody 
About the despicable ingredients that thrive back then
To create aspersions for my heart to grow fat in
You having a back of mine was thought to be perpetual 
From grabbing the horns, I saw it was all bull
So when I manifest this light, you shouldn’t be in my sight
I’m watching my own back when you enter a fight
No more under the timber, will my name be in December
Forgive and forget the final Thursday of November
Perfidy to the fidelity, I’ll always remember 


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Mont Buet 1st April 1987

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | I do not know? | |

The HEART says many words

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

It's the starter of the emotions.

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


         -Angel4eva23


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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.


Details | ABC | |

Never Thought It Would Happen

We began so little and young, 
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.

Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, 
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. 
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, 
Nothing lasts forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

irresistible FADED memory

My heart is crushed yet is hushed,
I feel rushed, 
Six years was long,
I felt there is something wrong,
When I am with you, I don't feel strong,
Strongly feel things are prolonging.

Promises that you made,
Nothing came along, yet it fade.
Time is wasting into nothing,
Nothing worth while to keep.
We are still in step one,
My veins are popping out of anger,
My head is blowing out of pressure.


The storm has come,
My face is blank with no expressions,
Should I run?Panic?Relax?
Sorrow comes with a flow,
The mistakes that I made it shows.
Scared to face my fear,
Yet is near my dear,
Running without a parachute,
Walking on the clouds,


Not sure where life is taking me?
Curiosity kicks in,
Was all this a a long dream?
I want that dream to be true,
Your multi-personality is suffocating me,
Feeling your unpleasant status,
Makes me not want to be with you,
Question,questioning, questions?
You are unbalancing my weight,
I have always know that you are the one,
Until you ruined everything of my existence, 
With a long distance,
Now you made me unsure,
You are changing in a bad way,
I am scared to love you,
Because I don't recognize you as you.


Details | Epic | |

Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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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Burn Away

BURN AWAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/2/2013-


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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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The Man Behind the Mirror

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


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sixteen

Sixteen - A time where innocence shouldn't exist 
Parties, dancing, drinks and drama 
Devil horns and feathered wings 
Sleepless nights, Lazy afternoons 
School activities 
Greasy caf lunches 
Learning how to grow up 
without changing for anyone but yourself 

Sixteen - A canvas of neon colours 
Birthday Parties and Campfires 
Favourite Songs and the brilliance of Vampires 
Waking up to a brand new day 
Taking in the beauty of the little things 
Crying so hard you think you could drown 

Sixteen - A year of firsts 
The first time you locked onto his sweet brown eyes 
The first time your heart beat so fast it hurt 
Your first Valentine 
The first time you told somebody you loved them 
The first time you felt your heart break 
The first moment you realize you'd die for someone 

Sixteen - A time for mistakes 
You finally let yourself believe he was all you ever needed 
The people you can't trust 
Not following your heart 
Losing your best friend 
and so much more.. 

Sixteen - A year to admit who you are 
Learning that family is more than the people you are related to 
Laughing too loud at 4 a.m 
Home made t-shirts 
Drinking games late at night 

Sixteen - The last time you feel prepared 
Wasting days wishing everything could change 
Seeing yourself in the mirror and not knowing who was looking back 
Choosing courses 
G1's 
and Final Exams 

Sixteen - Welcome to all your new beginnings 
The 3 girls that never let your happiness escape you 
Forgetting the boys that have forgotten you 
Finally talking to that special someone 
Weekend Girls nights 
Summer Parties 
Hook-ups and heartaches 
Teacher Crushes 
Saturday morning head rushes 
Hockey boys 
Dancing & singing without a care in the world 

Sixteen - A year to look back on 
Believing in lies that are too serious to forget 
Taking back the people you should have left behind 
Waking up and knowing who you love 
Fighting for what you want 
Running in the rain 
Screaming at the top of your lungs 
Crying in pain 
Pushing the people that hurt you aside 
Allowing yourself to change... 


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A LONE BIRD

I stood alone
On that roof
Picking dust from my feet
A great traveller, I was.

I thought alone
In my spirit
Designing ways to mend my heart
Creative, I was.

Nothing came by; I had no audience
I needed no listener
Yet my tale was on the lips of all
A great artiste I was.

I stepped daintily
Among nature
Not a soul watched
An amazing dancer I was

The sun turned moon
The stars lit up
I kept awake the fireflies
An old storyteller I was


I moved on with passion
To sell that thought
With no one willing to buy
A great merchant, I was

Only the breeze 
Whispered assurance
Only the river
Gave me back my speech

Everyone was busy
Beside me no one halted
All but me remained seen
A great chameleon, I was.

Desperation had set in
Why wasn’t I visible?
I was right there
Right beside you

I must be noticed
I must be heard
I must be watched
I must be applauded

I lifted that shield
I took off that armour
I was seen; and slayed
A stupid fool, I was.

©Naa Takia, All rights Reserved 2012



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
                                                                                 


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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

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

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

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

led me down further roads of thunder

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

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

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

and then a 'human touch' came along

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

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

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

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

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

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

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

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

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

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

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


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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."


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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 | Romanticism | |

Hearts burnt out

The Hearts burnt out
with dying falls and cold, bone chilling winters.
(Love is gone for the fall and winter)
Just me, I stay alone
who walks the slushed streets and I sleep in the dirt grimmed gutters.
The hearts burnt out, but still a hint of love lingers
in the cold evenings of the winter falls.

The cold December nights are always the loneliest time
for a man to live alone in the dirty gutters of the ghettos.
And as the loyalists come marching down the cobblestone streets,
every heart with turn and fear.
The ones that do not go far, shall parish in eternal hell.
For the hearts are burnt out,
like the lamplights on the night of Kristallnacht.
The Jews of Malta, create fornication
and the hearts of the prostitutes hide with bruses and broken blood vessels,
on their faces and hands,
and they will hurry away to the dark shadows of lone alleyways
with hearts skipping beats, and hearts slowly burning out.


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Betrayal

Love is betrayal
A knife in the heart.
A stone that breaks my bones
Love is betrayal,
that lies to you about dreams of care and kindness,
but stabs you in the back
with disloyality
when you are not looking.

Is it possible for a writer to face so much heartbreak?
Is it possible to be faced with so much pain,
that if I had a penny for every time I'd had my heartbroken
I'd be a millionaire five times over.
It is true,
I am not lying to you;
why should I?

Love is betrayal
I can't take the pain anymore
to feel such pain, I'd rather whether just ask the Gods
to strike me down with painless and peaceful death,
and sleep as the faceless faces come and place lilacs
and roses upon my chamber of the dead.
What killed this lonesome writer, who loved everyone,
but was showed no love before?
I heard he died of a broken heart,
and that was what it was... A broken heart.

Love is betrayal,
trust me
for I cannot waste a single moment more
feeling this pain deep in my heart
that tears at my soul and heart with shapened talons.
Keep sleeping, with your eyes so blind,
can't you see what you are doing to me?
If you'd feel my pain, you'd sit down with me and weap.
It is easy to read these wordless words, that probably have no meaning to you.
To me this is poetry that sings songs of sorrow,
that fuses my heart together and plays songs of saddness
as I sit in a lonesome cell, praying for betrayal to leave,
leaving not a single trace of its existence.

Love is betrayal,
a knife stabbed deep in the heart.
A stone that is thrown at my mirror of transperanecy.
Can you see the pain that love has given me?
I was brought up to believe love is a magical thing,
a true feeling that makes you think diffrently about strangers.
Strangers are strange, with blind eyes
they cannot see what they do too me,
when they blindly stab away at my heart with their heated blades.

Love is a betrayal
that goes behind your back
and laughs at your sorrowed soul,
and as you turn to them all, they come all with smiles and hugs.
Once I turn again they laugh again,
and take their blade and stabs me in the back.
And I cry, but no one stops and listens,
No one cares, truely cares for my sorrow.
So, I wipe away my tears
remove the knives from my heart,
and I walk down the lonesome boulevards
Listening to the sorrow cries of lovers kissing on park benches.
Then I slowly awake from this dream,
but I cannot, for this dream is not in a surrealist piece of work,
for it is realism at its best.

Love is betrayal... love


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STORM

STORM

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


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The Eve Of Never New Years Eve Heartbreak

As the time winds down,
And the shots get more hectic,
My mind begins to scramble,
Now *****is getting skeptic,
At 5 I hear your voice,
I see your smile,
I feel your hate,
At 4 I feel Mary,
I feel Love,
But at it's fate,
At 3 I see you walking,
I see him walking,
I see the Eve,
At 2 I begin to set my mind up to believe,
At 1 all hope is lost and by then I can retrieve,
My thoughts and now I can fully receive,
The news but I ask why you had to deceive?
And now you have all of the eyes staring,
As your Infidelity begins to show,
And your conscious begins to scare,
Right around the same time that my heart stops to care,
And in the midst I'm left there,
In the air with no one to lend a comforting hand,
*****I got treated like a fan,
On the Eve of Never.....


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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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
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(plzz comment if u like my poem... thank u for reading)


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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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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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A Soul Called Soul

I’m trapped in the American struggle/ 
Surrounded in the alcoholic drug addicted jungle/ 
In my soul called soul I seem to unknowingly look for trouble/ 
Yeah am I the only one to truly see our invisible chaotic bubble? / 
Am I the only one to truly live in while I realize the hidden pains in our own ghetto living rubble? /
 I see in what I still saw of the pains at the same time I hear the alcoholic mumbles/
 Like a burnt cracker over a uncooked cookie I still see the culture crumble/ 
I see the staggering, I see the swerving and I see thy own stumbles/ 
Still yet I am crawling out the dirt like an ant spreading my wings in the sky like the bees bumble/
 It’s when I knew I was a soul called soul/ 
In my soul called soul I am in the super bowl/ 
Seven hundred seventy-seven now I can’t let thy football fumble/ 
I am not going to let thy ring leader lead me in the circus no more, I am no longer an elephant Dumbo/ I’m here to stay not to go/ I been down that same road too many times before/
 I know what it’s like at the bottom, I hit it straight rock ,yeah I been that low/
 now pains of my life I outgrow/it’s when I knew I was a soul called soul 
In my soul called soul/ I hang on not to my enemies nor my friends but my own inner foes/
 I got no true friends, I got no true bros/ I got no true women, I got no hoes/ 
I don’t even know if I will even make it to be thirty-four/ 
I worry about alcoholic danger in the hood every time I walk out my front door/ 
I thank God I’m not rich and thank him for the experience of being dirt poor/ 
I thank him for the fact that I no longer have to steal from the local store/ 
I thank him for the simple fact that I can do simple everyday chores/ 
I remember a time when I was in a prison cell where even death itself felt like a bore/
 until one day something great pick me up off the prison floor……..that was a time when I know I was a soul called SOUL/
 I know my truck of life was ready to take it’s damage when it can still pull its own toll/
 I knew my boat of life was ready to go against high winds with a broken bow/ 
I knew I was ready when I can go against waves 100 feet high go under and still row/
 if not then I make the surf board roll/ The storms comes like shadow hidden in the skies undergrowth/ I’m not only floating I’m also flying through them both/
 I am no longer empty with darkness I am filled with light shone/ 
I am no longer alone, I am force of many through word flow/ 
I am a prophet among my own/ words put together like no other only I condone/ 
I say it in a unique tone/ 
I’m going to make it past the internet and cell phones/ 
I am the one, I am by a higher power chose/ 
These problems in life I will outgrow/ 
I will overcome being just another SOUL CALLED SOUL….


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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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Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr

His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his college
And joined the Army Air Corps
He learned to be a pilot
And then he went to war
He was not a fighter pilot
He didn’t fly a jet
He piloted the transports
The biggest you could get
He was flying in the South Seas
When he met an Army nurse
Then something clicked inside him
It was love right from the first
They had to wait the war out
Till the Army nurse went home
They married in her hometown
Then the Air Corps made them roam
In October then of forty-six
They had themselves a daughter
In the Panama Canal Zone
Then he’s flying off over water
Then they lived in Puerto Rico
Where they had themselves a son
September then of forty-eight
They were proud of what they’d done
When they moved to Massachusetts
Johnny’s hometown state
He transferred to the Reserves
Still flying that airfreight
They had another daughter
January – Nineteen-fifty
They were settled into a quiet life
Till Korea got too shifty
Johnny said “I am a pilot
And I was born to fly
I’m going back to full time service
I belong up in the sky”
So he’s back up in his transports
In missions he did live
He said “I’ll do what I must do
And I’ll give all I can give”
In July of nineteen-fifty-one
Another daughter’s born
Then Johnny’s off and flying
His heartstrings all but torn
Then October of that same year
On a quiet home bound flight
Out among the Azores
His plane dropped out of sight
No activity in the area
No SOS last call
He said “I see the Azores”
That was it – that’s all
Despite a massive air search
The biggest one to date
Not a piece of plane or personnel
Nothing known yet of their fate
They searched the sea for weeks and weeks
The airwaves – this and that
He left behind a loving wife
Four kids, a dog, a cat.


Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr. USAF (1918-1951)
It was 60 years ago this October that we lost our Dad.  We never really got to know him but miss him just the same.

Mdailey	10/15/11


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The Same Reservation Road

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

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


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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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Thoughts of Rage

I've been pushed past the point where I'm willing to cry No longer having the energy to fly Always looking into the enemies eyes Rage enough to light up the sky Heart turning dark no love for the enemy Feelings gone replaced with a powerful energy Eyes illuminated with a black light, everything is grey to me Ready to eliminate any weapon that's thrown at me My rage has poured into the extreme Thoughts of the enemy unclean Deep breath, in out, focus while on a wall i lean Rethink on happy thoughts, trying to get rid of the sting Anger so hard to control Flames visible when my eyes are closed Tightening the bonds i try to keep my hold Defrosting my heart from ice cold


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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 Real Reason

I was so above you
And it was very clear to see
But I came to give you my heart
sacrificing all I had 
Just for shot at love
we started off so strong 
I actually thought it was you were worth it
We had a lot in common 
So it made easy for us to talk
We were going so good
But caught in the act 
You said you and I did not make sense
But I must admit I was glad It was over

Now the real reason I gained back my life
And You just lost best thing in your life
Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy


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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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The Power of the ON Switch

Darkness all around me
Until I turn the lights on
Now it's very bright


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His Elizabeth

he rolde silently for miles
the trees around him whispered secrets of the land
and he simply listened with the quietist of breaths
the horse's hooves' stomps sounded as the pistols claimed death
Screams of agony surrounded him, yet the only thing he heard was the secrets of the land
spoken by the wisest of the trees
Within an instant, fiery red engulfed his sight
and everything became painfully real again
-startled, the horse underneath him bucked violently
until he threw the man to the dirt path
suddenly alone, the gasping breaths of his former village overwhelmed him
another explosion, more distant this time
he could smell the burning bodies of his loved ones
as bile rose up in his charred throat
and he stumbled around like a drunk, searching for his Elizabeth

She was nowhere to be found


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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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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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Tuesday, January 12 2010

Be happy for you have not witnessed it
The time where Haiti shook and fell
On this paper I transmit
This event worthy to tell

It started like any other day
Everything was calm and nice
Maybe it was nature’s way to repay
Us for our vice

In a split second it begun
Everything was going up and down
No matter what, you couldn’t outrun
This destructive force shaking the town

After a while it ended
The place was filled with dead silence
I was with my siblings that I defended
Saving them from this death sentence

I saw a man running with blood
All over his face, and lost his arm
The rest of his body covered with mud
With an organ sticking out of his underarm

During this catastrophe
I lost a lot of friends, and family members
I would like to destroy that part of my history
But everywhere I go that feeling ember’s



I was unlucky to see the remains
Of what was left in this desert
I had to close my eyes for it pains
Me to see my people trapped under the dirt

Just the thought of writing about it
Makes a bed of tears in my eyes
On that day I was whit
My friend as he lays and dies

For what happened to Haiti
Pray it doesn’t happen to you
This pain will cause you to worry
When they say you’re safe is it true?


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The Failed Sunrise

The blackened sky revives in blue.
Sky’s mess of gray becomes a hue.
The robin chirps to see the dawn,
Now all await what has been gone.

The sphere most bright, a circle smear
Unfolds straight upward, very near
Until the sun appears in sight.
From edge of nothing creeps the light.

But on this morn came sickly rot,
The black seas rambled from the spot
Where sky had fallen into dust.
The currents smelled of curdled must.

The final fate was clear depicted,
And from a morning unpredicted
Earth's life was taken surprise,
And nevermore the sun would rise.

Horizon cracked, the grasses blood,
Raw reddened scabs of flooded mud.
The living pierced in lung and heart,
Convulsion’s dance, perverted art.

The stifled screams of gasping pain
Are deadened in the viscous rain.
Now stiffened carcasses will lay
And putrefy in crimson clay.

Where magma tongues caress the sod,
Come bright endowments from our God.
The sackcloth moon unthreads and burns
The twisted gods did mankind spurn.


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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


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Red Silouehette

Agony poisoned every thorn on this rose
Feeding the ashamed for what they are worth
In countless times, where did these countless hours fall?
Aura suffocates our senses
Leaving a trail full of fear
Fear of the unknown
Bottled up, your heart shifts
Feelings of insecurity
Breaking the glass inside yourself
It robs your bones
From the inside out
So pale, you stand broken
Will you follow the smoke
That was left behind
For you to choke upon?


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Last of the Mohicans



Uncus, last of the Mohicans
Chingachgook mourns his only son
Now dead at Magua's evil hands
Uncus, last of the Mohicans
With Hawkeye he quietly stands
Looking out at twilight's gleaming
Uncus, Last of the Mohicans
Chingachgook mourns his only son


Scene from the movie Last of the Mohicans,
based on a novel by James Fennimore Cooper.


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7-7 London terror

7/7 London terror attack 2005

7/7 London terror 

On the local bus and heading west, 
Going into London town. 
There's something happened ahead, 
Coz' the police are all around. 

There are sirens in the distance, 
There is panic in the air. 
I am early for my interview, 
So I do not need to care. 

Then a phone call from my brother, 
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?" 
His words to me were frightening, 
"Get off that bloody bus". 

He spoke then of the carnage, 
Of the scenes of disbelief. 
The blood, the smoke, the murder, 
The unrequited grief. 

I could not travel further, 
As the news it quickly spread. 
Reports of bombs and suicides, 
And of countless people dead. 

I walked into a betting shop, 
Saw the broadcasts of the news. 
Then I saw those scenes of carnage, 
And those sad uncensored views. 

I saw the blood, the tears, 
The shock, the sobbing cries. 
I asked God, "what is happening?", 
As the tears filled up my eyes. 

To the bastards who have killed today, 
It is you we do not fear. 
For every person you have killed, 
There are ten more coming here. 

You can bomb us in the tube trains, 
On the buses, in the street. 
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes, 
For its us you won't defeat. 

You can bomb us in our villages, 
You can bomb Old London town. 
You can bomb us in the countryside, 
For you'll never bring us down................ 

In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005


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A Turning Point

 Within seconds, life and death collide
Within a blink of an eye, your last moments
To hope, to trust, and to surety you are tide
Your heart falls to its knees, and begins to pray to a God it so desperately needs
You begin to lose ground….
Your very last breath …as you exhale and inhale is soo profound
For it marks your very being
All your sense are directed inward
With sudden fear your heart is well cornered 
And a shrieking silence begins to sound, like thunderous cries
Your mind begins to play tricks, to you, it tells false wishing lies
Do not give up, to move head on…it whispers! it lies!
With that last breath. As you exhale and inhale you still exist 
What was once real
 When life was once clear
All of that banishes
Even the hoping! The longing! For a nobler tomorrow vanishes
Leaving all your nerves fried
Leaving your soul dried
Your very gist slowly but surely have died
Numbness begins to creep in
Like a devil when he whispers a sin
Like a drum roll leading to a scene’s climax
Like when your heart drops to your feet
 When all stops…silence engulfs, 
Shhhh!!!
Can you hear it?
The wait begins to take a heavy toll on your nerves,
for the moment that you have for soo long anticipated
The very instance…
The moment when life and death collide
The very last moment,
When to hope, to  trust and to surety your soul is tied
It all of a sudden unfolds, leaving that body of yours dead and cold
A chapter finally ends
A heart is finally set at rest 
I say my goodbyes
And wish only to see you in the afterlife
 


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Come Back My Angel.....

I see in you the angel that you make of me...
I can keep close to you, yet never see.
You entered into my life like a morning sun,
You promised your life to me in the long run...
And now you'll leave me back all alone;
Like you were the sun which never shone?
Spare me my life, my heart, that's with you;
Give me back my angel, cannot live with an angel new...


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WORLD OF WAR:VIETNAM

Crawling on our knees,
Watch us scramble as we bleed.
So much blood and sweat is seen,
Life or death- there's no between.

Hear the wings of the machines,
Blowing air - no longer clean.
Far to brave to leave the scene,
Feel the never calming breeze.

Watch us travel through the creeks,
Watch us fix the broken leaks.
Watch us make the bounds and leaps,
All so you can safely sleep.


By Chelsea Stufleben

--------------------------------------------------------
For the contest: world of war: vietnam hosted by Miranda Lambert

Placed 8th:D
*this is the first contest I have ever placed in so I am very happy about this:D


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Your always loved

Today is the one year anniversary
since you have left us
you are always loved
and we miss you very much
I can't believe you are gone
it is like a nightmare
and I can't wake up
I wait by the phone
just waiting for you to call
but I realize you are not calling
I miss you grandma.


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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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NIGHTMARES & WHISKEY

In a room stark & white 
A nightmare he will ride tonight 
Twisted sheets in a rider's grip 
as he settles in for that fateful trip 
silently he screams & shouts 
This time there'll be no turn out 
The final clash of beast & man 
In the mind's arena plays out again 
Once was a time he was among the best 
Until that Brahma stepped on his chest 
Now he's locked in a ride he can't quit 
as his wife & his family at his bedside sit 
How he longs to be up & out of this bed 
Away from the demons in his head 
But you can't drown a nightmare in morphine 
And every night he rigs up again 

In a room stark & white 
She'll replay the ride tonight 
"Just one more ride & I'm done 
I've got to help raise our son" 
He'd said as he climbed in the chute 
and straddled that Brahma brute 
With a nod & a prayer, he marked out 
His last would be his best, no doubt 
Then, with a sudden twist & a flash of horn 
The cowboy from his seat was torn 
She watched him fall & struggle to rise 
Numb to the crowd's horrified cries 
Now she sits here each night without rest 
Cradling their baby boy close to her chest 
How she longs to have him hold her near 
Later, she reaches for the bottle to chase the fear 
But you can't drown a nightmare in whiskey 
And every night she rigs up again 

Under the arena's bright lights 
He'll dance with a nightmare tonight 
Wearing a greasepaint smile to hide the pain 
He plays out that fateful ride again 
One step out of rhythm & rhyme 
He'd lost the race against Brahma & time 
Word's haunt him still of a Cowboy's last request 
After that Brahma had stomped on his chest "Tell Katie I love her & I'm sorry for this" 
"If I'd listened to her, I'd not be in this mess" 
"You & the boys take care of her & my son" 
"I hear the chopper landing, guess this ride is done" 
How he wishes he could run that race once more 
The memory pushes him hard, it won't be ignored 
But you can't mask a nightmare with greasepaint 
And every night he rigs up again 

A wild Bullrider, loved one or clown 
no matter the poison the memory won't drown 
Nightmares, whiskey, greasepaint or morphine 
Can't kill the demons that ride through your dreams


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The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


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Tears of My Heart

if poop could be named anything what would you name it?  id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor.  dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.


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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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Bloody Omaha

Midnight June the 5th 1944 me and my buddies departed Weymouth and put out to 
sea

To smash through Hitlers eastern wall to liberate Europe and make her once again 
free

We knew some,most of us wouldnt be coming back

As we neared Omaha beach at 4am we started to take German flak

From high above us we could hear the bombers delevering there deadly cargo to 
the enemy on the ground

The french coast was pummeled as night turned to day followed by the cargos 
deathly sound

It looked like the 4th of July and i wondered if id ever see another one

Then our landing craft doors opened my buddies in front didnt stand a chance 
bullets tore them to shreds and they were gone

All around me carnage reigned we were in a killing zone the bluffs seemed so 
distant they shouldnt be that far away

I looked around me at my buddies dying or dead before me some motionless where 
they lay

Something had gone terribly wrong we wernt even on the right stretch of beach

I needed to get to cover quickly i saw a sand dune took my chance and managed 
just to reach

The day was breaking now i gazed around me as the dawn broke through the night

I felt sickened and appauled at what i saw ive never forgot that sight

And still the carnage continued as one by one the Rangers fell

Ive never been a religous man but that morning i saw hell

The Germans shouldnt be this strong here thats what we were told

But we had to get off this beach i didnt want to be one of the fallen lying 
motionless,cold

There were 36 men left in my unit we now numbered just 5

The other guys around me were dead or dying i was fighting to survive

But i was one of the lucky ones i managed to get through that day

Looking back to that time and such a terrible price my buddies had to pay

5 beaches were taken that day Gold Juno Sword Omaha and Utah

I was a young sargeant in the 2nd Rangers my beach was Bloody Omaha

And in my minds eye i still see the beach that day and the sea running red

I still see the tide washing up my buddies the dying and the dead

Historians looking back now see where the mistakes were made

Omaha bloody Omaha its referred to is where such a high price was paid

Nearly 5,000 young Americans and Canadians on that beach on that day

We must never forget them they and what they did and the price they had to pay

Omaha was the bloodiest but lest we not forget the other four

For they shall allways be in my prayers for today and for ever more


Details | I do not know? | |

Shadow Heart

In a night or in a day,In Vision or in none.
All that we see or seem,Is but a dream within a dream
I stand amids in the shadows of a sad-tormented world
I hold within my hand grains of the seeds light-

How few yet how they slip through my fingers into the depths of darkness
While my heart weep for what is lost,Can I not grasp them with a tighter claps ?
The night has a thosand eyes and the day but one
Yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun
The mind has a thousand eyes and the heart but one
Yet the light of whole life dies when love fades into nothingness

The everlasting road has become my eternal friend
Theres nothing I havent seen nor nothing I have not done
I lived for each moment uncaring,bearing in mind that life's full of sorrow
I wear this mask of innocence,which will be the reminder of who I used to be
Consumed with raging flames of anger,hatred of which I do not desired
I looked  to the sky and wonder why
I shall fight for what is mine
Untill that day is done,and unto my grave.


Blaze Shadowmoon


Details | Epic | |

Dig Tree at Cooper Creek

It’s Cooper’s Creek we’re crossing here, Willis said to Burke
We need to have a base camp and this creek ought to work
I’ll put it in the journal, November 1861
It’s been four months since we started but our venture’s just begun
From Melbourne up to lands-end, they’ve asked us to explore
We’ll camp here till it’s cooler but not a whole lot more
But Willis, he got restless, so Burke said it’s OK
So they, with King and Gary, headed north one day
They reached the Little Bynoe after two months on the trail
But swamp lands blocked their passage and they were feeling frail
So back to Cooper’s Creek they turned though provisions were at nil
Three camels and a horse they shot, their bellies so to fill
They caught and ate a python but it gave them dysentery
And somewhere back to Cooper’s Creek, they stopped to bury Gary
Then once again at Cooper’s Creek, the three men planned to rest
Regroup with all the others then get on with their quest
But the campground was deserted, no one had stayed around
Left a message carved upon a tree and provisions under ground
So Burke and King and Willis rested for a while
Then headed north towards Mount Hopeless – a trip of 150 miles
They trudged north along the creek till their camels got bogged down
They had to shoot them, lose provisions and finally turn around
While the three were gone from camp, a rescue party came
Not finding anyone around, they thought it such a shame
They assumed no one had been there and the men were probably dead
They didn’t leave a thing behind just turned around instead
Back again at Cooper’s Creek, beneath the marked “dig tree”
Burke buried notes and journals in case he ceased to be
The Abos try to help them, native cooking 101
But Burke gets mad at someone and fires off his gun
The native help then vanish, the three are left alone
 With nothing to sustain them so very far from home
Malnourished and exhausted, they start hiking up the creek
Then by the Breerily Waterhole, Willis gets too weak
Burk and King continue north a couple days
Then Burke dies the next morning and there his body lays
King returned to Breerily and finds Willis has died too
But he camps with some Yandruwandha that somehow get him through

And therein lies the story of Willis, Burke and King
Set off to find Australia but lost most everything
If you’re ever down in Queensland get out to Cooper’s Creek
It’s a carved stump of the “dig tree” for provisions that you seek


Details | Lyric | |

The End Time

Falling hard,the blackened skies
Admonishing flashes fill appalling eyes
Missile heads seducing death
innocence screaming as it dies
Accerbating emotions flow
Massive vengence they will show
Turbulent and scurrious are
the casualties of war
Leaders scoff and bitch their pleas
and politicians run for greed
Mothers cry while children bleed
The Reapers grasp is clawing
Apostasy the peoples way
Anarchy will come this day
Blinding chaos and dismay
The prophecies were written
       ARMEGEDDON
The beast has taken in its slaves
and the others are its prey
Tribulation scorns all nations
Clenching teeth in horror
Disease,famine,war and Death
On bloodstained clouds they ride this way
Plagues devour living flesh
Worldwide terror haunts this day
Soon the pain becomes abject
Slaughter now the beast instead
Rising from the burning coals
are the apparitions taunting
       ARMEGEDDON


Details | Chant Royal | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf spill

The gods of oil have reigned downed their wrath,
For which we have not begun to see the aftermath.
For thousands of miles balls of tar will wash upon a virgin beach.
It will be felt around the world, every place that water will reach.
And every land and all men will feel the devastation.
In a disaster that has an unknown rate of acceleration.
Take this warning to heed,
In this epidemic, our children will pay for our greed.
And their children will toil under the sun,
For the things we have and have not done.
It seems foolish to me that we can put a man on the moon.
But can not keep crude out of a Louisiana lagoon.
And we will be mocked for our ignorance by our sons and daughters,
For blindly poising our own waters.
BP’s offshore drilling,
They never worried, they were making a killing.
I want to know where was the plan of  action,
Will we all suffer the burden of their infractions.
So, we all wait while BP try.
And every minute , every hour, more peoples livelihood die.
And were losing ground, hand over fist.
Peoples lives are at stake, because the waters can’t be fished.
You only thought the unemployment rate was high before.
Now what of all the people who made their living on the gulf shore.
What do we tell them about their live retrieval.
Tell them to stand in a line marked,
Unemployed by environmental upheaval 






Sarah Comstock
6-6-10


Details | Free verse | |

Against My Will

So persistent...
Your name will be whispered 
with my dying breath
Subconscious echoing in my head
And you know I never asked for it 
I wish it had never come to this

It’s so funny, I could cry
Hurts so bad that I can’t stop laughing
I’ve gone beyond insane
Been driven far beyond feeling

I used to feel too young for this body
Inside was a terrified child 
who couldn’t grow up

But now i feel so old....
so weak...so tired...
so numb....
so hollow and empty and cold.

Because I’ve loved you against my will, my love
I’ve loved you against my will
Life without you is a fate worse than death
I’ve loved you against my will 
to live.

sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Couplet | |

Dickinson Said

Dickinson's dead below her bed.
Words she said below her head.

Dickinson "Said"


Details | Epic | |

Good Bye Dark Angel

Do you not see that I am still standing here
How long do you think I will wait
Patience is my strongest suit
But it seems you are taking
More of it than I have
I am trying to make this work
How is it I have quit you 
But each time I do so
You come back
Begging 
PLEADING
For one more chance
ONE MORE CHANCE
How many “One more chances”
Can a girl give without 
Bleeding dry from all the wounds 
You’ve caused
Is this just a game you play
I have convinced myself it is 
But If you want the truth
My heart can no longer take the abuse
But I feel my soul would die without you
In this sad creation I have made around you
I told you in the beginning 
That I was fragile and broken
That my feelings were hard to express to others
But somehow you opened me
Healed me
Loved me
And
Left me
So this is for you
From me
Saying good bye
I know I will recover
And survive
And one day 
Remember 
That you were the one 
Who saved me from myself
So thank you
But I can no longer go on
Torturing myself
It is time to find a love
That will make me whole
Good bye Dark Angel
Good bye 


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 | Free verse | |

Les Neuf Soeurs [The Nine Sisters]

Calliope has turned her back on fate,
She will be a muse no more,
She has halted all her metrical speech,
She no longer frolicks,
At the fountain of Hippocrene,
She no longer answers Apollo,
The Mousagetes,in Delphi,
Corycides,the cave on Mount Parnassos 
is cold and empty,
For the Muses have followed Calliope,
The eldest and supposed wisest of them all,


Yet,Melpomene knows of the tragedy,
Her sister shall sow by this choice,
For without Les Neuf Soeurs,
The world shall reap this seed,


There will never be another mousa,
Sung nor written,
About the stars,
heros,
Sadness or laughter,
About music ,dancing,
Or even love,


For if Urania follows,
There will be noone to appreciate the stars,
Without Clio,
No history will be told,
Without Thalia,
No comedy shall bring forth laughter,


Music will have no tune without Euterpe,
No dance to step to without Terpischore,
Nothing will ever be sacred,
Without the pensive Polyhynnia,
And without Erato,
Favored Erato,
There will be no passion,
No love,


And then ,
There is Calliope,
For whom ,
And without whom,
There will be no epic ending,


No.

All that will be left ,
Is the tragedy,
Of Melpomene.


Details | Lyric | |

Future State

Incursion,moribundant
Iniquity,a malediction
Too late for reflection
No use for apologies
The harm has been done
Animus emotions
No war is ever won
Abjective adversity
Asperity of atrophy
Aberration then infamy
A molevolent society
A dictators sick dream
Future state,our reality!!!


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 2

A knife digs into my leg.
 I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other’s skin.
Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh.
Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck. 
My hands, they’re becoming tentacles as well. 
I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin.

A flash of pain, and I’m on my knees.
My head is splitting from the pain. I can’t even think.
What’s my name?
 Where am I?
 I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind.
Give in. Let go. Now.
Unfortunately I don’t have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded.
Something is in my mind. 
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!” I scream, deafening myself.
A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view.
More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping. 
I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably.
Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can’t take it any longer.
The pressure in my head, consuming my being. 
I attempt one last bravado. 
I cling to one memory. 
The memory of the girl. 
My daughter. 
But soon even she is corrupted. 
The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind. 

Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice.
Come play with the me. Join us.
The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble.

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Wreck

Those that were and went before
are waiting, wailing by the shore;
amid the rope and shattered timbers
all that mattered lies in tatters,
all that mattered is no more.

One foot behind, one step ahead,
the small shrill voices in his head
as wind across a lifeless reach
still pull him to the rocky beach
where all is seeming in his dreaming
all is seeming ever lost.

Beyond the reach of human speech
he stumbles down the storm swept beach
and strikes the waves that block his way
but they in turn, round back on him;
they do not pause and will not stay
but take him in a fierce embrace.

Soon all is done and all is calm
for mercy folds his flailing arms
and lowers to a gentle bed 
below the fury overhead;
and in that silence, in that place
of perfect love and endless grace,
father, son, float face to face.


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 | Rhyme | |

Downfall

Spewing forth contention
All ignorance to compel
Obstreperous yet dastardly
the politicians quell
Negection of poverty
within its own society
Unbalancing the scales of 
a nations sovereignty
Execration of innocence
A new age policy
A xenophobic corpulace
of mass conspiracy
Many masks of one shall bare
the fruits through others gains
Bleeding dry good ethics and
leaving honesty in bane
Replacing it with seething spite
Now a flag bloodstained
Disconsolation through mans indignation
Predictions of plight into subjugation
Resulting in a death of a nation!!!


Details | Sonnet | |

Shattered Hearts Death




Fantasy beguiled love upon one night.
Twisted, forbidden, walking out of fright,
She gave desire, I crashed ever contrite.
Destroying our love, for little delight,

Each day after, I cried in deep regret,
Though her eyes would never ever forget,
Remembering images, etched deeply set.
She told me of the love, now just a debt.

Rescinding our commitment, completely,
My heart still aches, for her repeatedly.
Her recall forever, regretfully,
My memory haunting deceitfully,

I could never produce any amends.
My mistake haunting, until my life ends.


written 5-28-2012

theme - 1)a broken heart

written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name 3 forms, 3 themes | 


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 | 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 | |

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 | Free verse | |

Wasted Time

Lost in a moment of waiting
patiently wasting away 
Eventually, is my motto
and maybe is where I reside

Another sunrise, another sunset
I'm still here twiddling thumbs 
Any day now is my hotel room
passing the time, is my specialty 

Here I am again dillydallying 
bidding away all my time
I'm another second closer 
I know it's comming so so soon

There is no time to waste
That's what I've heard before,
but to me I find time plentiful
and so I toss it aside carelessly 

lost in a moment of waiting 
I'm still here twiddling tumbs
I'm yet another second closer 
There is plenty of time to waste.


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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


Details | Free verse | |

The Dying Limb

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

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


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


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Love this hate that

music is more than an obsession its magic
no room in my heart for another thing
Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it
feel like i gave myself away a conscript
who wont listen to his parents
a young rebel not caring
but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing
so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world
so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling
the black depths of my mind is swirling 
the passion i used to have is running low so follow me
No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force
evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords
your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane
as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche
stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon
im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping
anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping
im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming
Of a day i wake up without screaming


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 | Ballad | |

Therion

Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself


Details | Blank verse | |

A Brighter Day

I just looked at your face and seen no smile,
It was so bright and so happy that you could see it from a mile.
I can't believe this tragic thing had happened,
I'll never see your precious face again cause of what happened. 

Your eyes are closed and you breath no more,
You lay there like and angel, and your soul looking up at the heavens door.
The box is cold and all so small,
Your spirit begs for it to run away so far.

So save me a seat up stairs little sister, cause im coming soon,
Ask God for me to forgive my soul cause I have been such a fool.
I couldn't protect you when you needed me most,
But your protected for ever now by our Lord and our host. 


Dedication to: Olga Kuznetsova. R.I.P


Details | Lyric | |

Say Goodnight

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


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Martyrdom of a Jew King

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


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Interweb

scrolling
my friend scrolling
all I'm ever doings searching
upon the nets of mother spider - tis the nature of the beast
with sharper teeth a bigger mouth-without famine is no feast
For I once had known a leper who was eaten by leopard
Now the sheep have taken arms but to rip apart the Sheppard
what a subtle revelation in my mind I've found vacation
but the sands of time do torment those who choose an allocation
cometh now my saddest child, weep to me all things are foul
I have wandered fields of flander - Families dead inside their camper
death is still above the reads, skin and bones is all we keep
wooded hampers full of damper, sons and daughters, tin decanters


Details | Epic | |

My life is a play

The curtain falls and one by one the characters fall into place.
I feel Im watching my own life, ill explain

The whole world seems to be against me, but I refuse to give in. I feel no one cares. I try to show the world what ive got, but it gets so hard. Its all so confusing. Who can I trust? you? her?him? them? Confusion my best friend.

This one character fits me perfectly. I feel I can get up on that stage and read her lines to the tee!
As I continue watching the play and try to figure out the finale.
My problems are right here. Right in front of me. I watch intensely.

                THE CURTAIN FALLS

Red lights are flashing. It wasnt the right answer. I dont want to die. God please save me. I'll be stronger, and I'll try harder. God help me.

Looking UP, i can see my family and friends and you. God help me.I let them all down. Im so sorry! I guess i deserve to be where I am...but..I..Did love you all!

10/4/81


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 1

Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. 
Ice…but without the chill, the cold.
I try to rethink how this happened. 
How a world so green, so vibrant, become hell. 
And now a pale white wasteland.

Agony to relief. A relief that can’t possibly last. 
Impossibilities. A dream. Numbness.
As I emerge from my shelter, built to withstand dry heat, not cool precipitation.
I wonder at the beauty of this new and strange world.
The scorching I’ve received, now soothed by the cooler air.
Miniscule crystals, floating slowly to the earth, sticking to my hair. 
Like dust. Not cold.

I see others as well, marveling at this white world,
 revealing themselves to be inadequately clothed for this overnight change.
I hear a child’s laughter, excited screams as she experiences the cold for the first time.

I turn to watch, a smile on my face. 
There in the white, brash scarlet stains the pureness. 
The girl’s excitement turns to anguish.
She clutches her head, letting out a piercing cry.
Before my eyes, she transforms. 
Her arms, becoming broken and lengthy, ending in tentacles.
Her face, distorted beyond recognition.

More cries, bawling, hammering of fists.
All around me, those whom I’ve grown up with become unrecognizable.
Their skin becomes a sickly green beige, the colour of vomit.

Suddenly everything stops. Silence…






Details | Free verse | |

Gone by Tomorrow by Shardae Thomas

When tomorrow starts without me and im not here to see ,
 if the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me .
 i wish so much you wouldnt cry the way you did today
 while thinking of the many things we didnt get to say . 
i know how much you love me , as much as i love you .
 anytime you think of me i know you miss me too . 
but when tomorrow starts without me , 
please try to understand
 that the angel came and called my name
 and took me by the hand ;
they said my place was ready in heaven far above , 
and that i have to leave behind all those i dearly love .
 but as i turned to walk away , a tear fell from my eye .
 i had so much to live for and yet so much to do ,
 it seems almost impossible that i was leaving you
 i though of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad , 
i thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had .
 if i could relive yesterday , i thought for just awhile .
 I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile . 


Details | Lyric | |

It's Obvious

I was introduced into the vast illusions of life.
Some people call it love, others call it a knife.
Cutting your skin so you can bleed.
Each drop is a distraction from what you need.
You close your eyes and take the pain.
Then all your worries are temporarily in vain. 
No progress, no digress
Just that moment to believe that more is less.
Oh and you grieve from your hopelessness
You accept the fact that you have lost your happiness
You cry, You scream! Help is what you seek
No one hears though, we just ignore and call you a freak
All this segregation
All this quote on quote integration
The only thing it does is make the big seem bigger 
And the small seem smaller.
Belief is the only thing you keep
You grasp it so tightly and put it under your feet
Each step is a different view
You’re looking around for something new
Eyes stay open, Heart is listening
Your intentions are bright and glistening.
You want to change from mad
And achieve the beautiful emotion of simple glad  
Battle this depression, get away from this mess and
Find a whole new state of mind open for progression.
Your voice sounds desperate.
Your scars show desperate. 
You are desperate, and you’ve made a mess of it.
But it’s obvious to me,
That you can finally see
How to overcome the desperation
And use your failures as inspiration.
Yes, it’s obvious to me.


Details | Lyric | |

Taboo

Unloving feeling makes death so appealing
To all who are willing
Usurping all of which is forbidden
The mass denial of what is right
A common sight of all those who are living
Ask now and you shall recieve
Remember nothing comes for free
We take for granted everything but
everything is not for us to swim in
Be rest assured the time will come
when everything will burn while Death is grinning
For all the things stumbled upon
For all the things which always were forbidden!!


Details | Elegy | |

Winters Grasp

The armor slides as I undo the clasp Cold and pained from Winters Grasp. Dragons yell and fly above, Falling dead from the strike of love. A sword in hand and mage in the other, He casts a spell and releases another. The pain of miss fire and the sorrow of death, I can feel the sadness and apologise on his breath. Anders, sweet and pure, Sometimes there is no hope for a cure. Cast your spells, cast away Cast until I see the end of day. Mistakes take place all around, Sometimes the fault should not be found. Would you be human to not have disaster? You own your magic, but not always as master. You have tried your hardest, Even with this, you heart is the largest. Let me go, into deaths reach But kiss my lips soft, like those of a peach. Let me go, but to not forget That flame in your heart for me, will always be lit. I exhale a final breath, As I slowly slip away to death. Hold not to blame, twas not your fault, But now the beatings of my heart will hault. Maker take me, into the light above, But always know, I remember your love.


Details | Free verse | |

Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Götterdämmerung Part 1

      Author's suggestion - goes best with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfKA4b5SFq4 as you read.  Don't forget to continue to "Götterdämmerung Part 2"



He sees her in his thoughts his dreams
Haunting long after he wakes, writes reams
Yes, she's always there, so fair
carrying on his hopes, despairs

Together they were glorious, a match
Apart he creeps, just newly hatch't
A match made of steel and fire and forged
Now he stares at fate, a long-drop gorge

They clashed and sparked and were hell bent
They were but life, rage, magnificent
They roared and screamed as they strove and loved
His confused anger, her cold sweet dove

We gloried in their fury, tempest
We knew it would come, only held our breath
They heard it not, only held cool hands
As they carved a world in their quicksand

It took a year to build it, a bulwark
An empty beach where two gamboled, a lark
There they resided, two titans beached
And there they loved, far from others' reach

One more year they stayed, unmoved, unmoving
They lambasted and fought, strange portrait of loving
Laughing, crying, helpless, sobbing
They clung to love, while hearts beat, throbbing

Sniping, diving, swooping, reaching
Embracing, soaring, cringing, seeking
Dragging, pulling, swelling, creeping
Surging, pushing, shrinking, leaping

They set about them the limits, the bounds
In arrogant splendor, claimed all around
In their kingdom they ruled, dictated
Two Sullas Proscripting, in love with their hatred

They raised their hands and shouted their joy
To thrust all away, to embrace dark cloy
Their eyes flashed as one, they clasped in glee
Their lives were perfect, thence did light flee

....Continued in "Götterdämmerung Part 2"


Details | Rhyme | |

Three Brothers

three connected by blood
three fated to strive
three to stem the flood
three, of whom one must die

together they stood and answer'd the call
as one they stood, to country's cry
in mind as one man tall
in history, to battle they fly

to one must death come
to one must agony be borne
to the last do tears run
to the last they rejoiced when all did mourn

the one was cast down into the nevermore
the one was cut down, forever scarred
the last must carry forward
the one to bear the standard far

in blood he knelt
in fire his shadow
in the furnace he felt
the enemy's pow'r

did he weep did he moan
did he kneel and submit
did he feel the cursed groan
the oppressor's power of writ

they shed their tears
they offered their blood
they faced their fears
they slogged through mud

now I see them and remember
now I understand their agony
now I feel their pride dismembered
now I see what they fought, the larceny

they wept and bled
they shrieked and cried
to war they fed
for their land's due pride


Details | Rhyme | |

apocalypse

Winds whisper of apocalypse,
Drying words upon parched lips
Dying world the sea of drought
Nature screams murderer out
What man will take a stand?
Yester-year slips hourglass sand
The air weeps oil stains,
Seeping chemicals in our brains
Eyes wide open, closed with stupidity,
So death of all mores the pity
Cracker Jack schemes,
Last minutes dreams
The day dawns undead,
History unread
Caring hearts broken
Good deeds unspoken
Lost platitudes
Nonchalant attitudes.
Children fend for yourself,
Line-up to the food shelf
Empty boxes line the stalls
Stomach's rumbling hungry calls
Barren trees,
Fall to your knees
Death Angel wings unfurled
Beg forgiveness to an uncaring world.


Details | Free verse | |

House Of Cards

I forget that I’m in trapped in a house of cards
until the wind comes blasting through
And I’m left again with nothing
Nothing but grief and this pile of all that I knew

I had to forget how much I cared for you
Something no one should ever have to do
Can you remember? Do you remember?
Those darkly happy days when you felt that way too?

Love so many bitter times unrequited
Two hearts broken----too broken to break anymore
You’ve become my dark horse in this race against time 
And I hope to God we’re not about to lose 

Futile 
Infantile
And all around absurd 
Is what this nightmare without you has been

We shouldn’t have to work so hard
To fall flat down on our faces
again and again

I wish you’d come out of your shell
and back to life in the warmth of my arms once again


Details | Free verse | |

Bleakness

I'm reaching, I'm reaching There's nobody there I'm hurting so badly And nobody cares Why am I so worthless Strung out in the air Dangling by a rope For there is no hope Don't try and convince me That it is alright Nothing you can say Could make it alright The pain and the suffering Are too much to take In a hard and cold world Where everything's fake All I see is empty When beauty is dead I would rather be surrounded By nothing instead Don't try and force lies Inside of my head There is too much filth Already there Welcome to my bleakness You think it's a joke I would burn my everything Engulf it in smoke Without giving one thought That is my choice I guess I'll die a memory That never had a voice.


Details | Ballad | |

Diedre II

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


Details | Ballad | |

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 | |

Kalki The Great Destroyer

Exit the chaos from which you are derived the Prince of Providence makes his existence felt with head held miles high for he has survived against all the uneven odds acknowledging the victory he gives a slight accepting nod while at loss for words for he has exceeded more than ever deserved sitting upon his throne, unowned at the highest peak existence has known Hear me Great Destroyer, conqueror of lesser men from heaven or hell, or the wishing well from what shadow did you ascend? a shadow who dominates the light the prince leaves prints of a powerful foresight a kiss goodnight, for the waning age not one sole survive, to witness his rage a chaos reign, for all the accepted learn to control it, or join the neglected I live within the golden gates survivor of the olden days staring frozen by his gaze stuck for eternity in my own mind maze Where have you been? What have you witnessed? How did you become master to the submissive? How did you beat the horror you faced? The Prince of Destruction is of calamity made


Details | Free verse | |

and we are gone

... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting only quickened wit & Pupil's Needs.

Mortal simian image, which we , the living 
only feel and bear and tremble and 
are gone. 
Upon my Darling's beaming eyes The summit 
of everest slurs into a bog or quagmire , deep 
and dank.
	So gazing with the boldness which prevails
love, and peace and gracious mirth.
	with a voice less loud though its 
joys and fears show wool in dissembled 
colours shine.
	
	As the passers by near us drew 
the Need to know from our stares, going further...
	" O Merciless Lady & Vulture Poet
when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
I will turn my bewildered eyes out 
of soil and darkness , to run through 
every alternate scene 
Where I  used to play on the green
in goodly colours gloriously arrayed.

And a voice less loud brought me 
breathless to Aphrodite , throned in 
flowers beyond this pale picture ; 
be the dream. Roaing with laughter 
as a fallow deer is clear cut through 
the sun seen peering out the skull.
Alls 
vast lilliputin language cannot describe
an Echo of the Time, after the rainbow.
Then , as if some strange mystery aware
that you should remember & be sad.
Now memory feels itself grow weak , I can 
not endure,
	I am merely flesh and blood "
"it will be found once more , I say to
thee with furtive flagons , white and red.
Now get back retreat, depart."
	She of the tribunal did command
great at sea, and the Heaven. From some 
touch of pity which may still restrain 
she let him pass.

A leaf fallling softly at my feet,
but I saw it was not as thought , 
only inked. Falling in Heaven's crescendo.
Climax always brushing distance out 
of reach.
As to long panoramas of Visions, of 
my faith , I'd give whole to see the architect
of my dreams once more. I am 
waiting here for thee, flesh and blood , merely.

	Ne'er to be found again. I am 
like a flag unfurled in space. Oh ! Lost 
to Her and all thy race to wit
 faces of scorn , stuttering ends 
this morn ; O Weak Heart. I long 
to rise. Never being a Poet of God's making ,
laughter to thy lips, wandering to sigh 
among mortal men dust ; shall return to 
dust. As the storm cries everynight 
and those that know me confirm that it is thus.
Easing a new epilogue , tremble 
and we are gone...


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Silent Wars

My screams are void
Interrupted by blurred groans
Drums beating,
Echoing in the dead of night,
Unavoidable
Silent wars has begun 
Quarrels set off,
Throwing away love

Who wins? Who has gone missing?
No one knows in silent wars


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At wit's end

My insomnia has worn me thin,
when I get out of bed I know not where to begin.

No purpose, no income, no motivation,
hence forth I am consumed by this damnation.

Ativan, Ambien to help cope,
where then is my self to hope?

Spontaneous anguish found in a drawer,
absorbing the pain from the past in horror.

There is but one person who gives me peace,
I can speak from what little I have left from my soul to her, 
as all my anguish seems to cease.

There is so much more that I want from her,
yet cherish the friendship, all my feelings transfer.

I feel lost in these long hours of darkness,
At wit's end, sipping bourbon, my misery becoming noxious.


Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


Details | Free verse | |

Loss

The eventual, inevitable creeping,
Like slow rain on a cold day.
It doesn't hit you till it's there.
The realisation that the long,
Fingers of fate crawled upon you,
And took what's precious away.

The ending of an era,
Like the closing of an epic book.
You hate to see it go,
But you know it's time.
And lingering on the air,
That last, solitary, backwards look.

You may wish with all your might,
That it really wasn't so.
Clinging to memories like a life raft,
But even they begin to slip away,
And you find yourself marooned,
Wondering 'where did the time go?'


Details | I do not know? | |

The Four Horsemen

The Four Horses went riding

as I trotted 'round in shame

Two worlds were colliding

and I felt the flame

 

 

So here I am in hiding

for I am to blame

Now, Four Horses are dividing

and calling out my name


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@#**!MANIAC@#***!!!

I came face to face with a basket case
and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace.
His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice
and i did not move for fear of the price.
I stood my ground not making a sound
 as he did the same not looking around only staring me down.
So i spoke,comming to a choke
and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke.
No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited,
nor did he as he patiently waited.
Deciding this was a test,one to be graded,
i set to do my best or leave more jaded.

      (so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend)
 I don't know what your problem might be
as you stand there and stare.
 Trying to look so frightening,
i hope you're aware that i am not scared.
      (His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin)

He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said.
I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head!
Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang.
I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang.
I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears,
for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.


Details | Haiku | |

Disdainful Haiku

Raped by Confusion
No one has a clue about
My lame, weird haiku  

Disdain is like rain,
Dripping continuely...yet
I ponder...wander

I think about you
And how treated me so
You're as sweet as pie

Something is missing
Oh! Something drives me insane...
Disdainful haiku

Why are unclear?
You're like a Positive Sheep
But, in wolve's clothing

Something smells fishy
Is it your odor or what?
Your attitude stinks

I think about you 
You've treated me badly...how
Dare you...oh you jerk!!

Drain away your tears
Don't bottle it up inside
Angst pierces my soul

Disdainful haiku -
Why are you so cruel to me?
Never stop trying (poets)!!! 


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Not Knowing

I don’t know what to do...
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve done all I can do,
and I still cannot get over you.

I have reached out for you
and fallen....
I have been crying for your help---
and you’re not there to listen.

“Letting go” is not a fear 
of losing what I never had...
and the thought of you has 
only ever made me sad.

There’s no completion in this life
without you...
But there won't be peace in my life
even with you 
And I just don’t know what else to say
but that I don’t know what to do.

If I fell in love again
I doubt I could escape you.
Whether I mean to or not
I can't stop praying for you...
And other that that,
I simply don’t know what to do---
The bigger you wish,
the harder they come crashing down on you.

It’s the “know knowing” that gets me...
Fear of forfeiting my only chance
to be truly happy

We can’t always get what we want....
but if we don’t get what we NEED---
we die.

And it’s not knowing 
that is killing me;
Not knowing
if you’ll never set me free.


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Lyric | |

Someday

“Someday”
Why is “someday” such a sad word?
When one like “never” is so much worse?
Why....why “someday”?

“Someday!”
Why is “someday” such a sad, sad word?
Perhaps the saddest one I’ve ever heard...
Why “someday”?

Everybody
has somebody
Except me, it seems
but that's not why I want to leave

So out of it
feel “out of it”
Never was in
can't find the way 

"Life’s one big bluff
Keep a straight face
Don’t let ‘em see your cards."

Yeah, life’s one big God-forsaken bluff
and I’m about to jump off

Someday, I thought you’d find me
Someday, I thought you’d love me
But someday ....
...someday......
someday NEVER CAME

“Someday,” they say, “You’ll find somebody.”
“Someday, you will be happy.”
“Someday, life will mean something.”
But someday I'll be SICK of waiting

Someday, you’ll see why it can’t be
Someday we’ll ALL be sorry
One day
sweet day
I’ll find my way 
out of this body.

http://vimeo.com/26557410


Details | Free verse | |

In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Victory

 I laughed out loud the other day,
When in my head, I heard a voice,
 My right brain carried out its threat,
And I shot my left brain dead.


Details | Verse | |

mental confinement

this house is a prison 
these windows are taunting 
this weight on my shoulders is daunting 
my voice inside my head is haunting 
memories leave tears on my face
tears start to burn and leave blood in their trace
im isolated in deep space
solitary confinement 
deep sorrowful assignment 
the stars are in allignment 
my world is coming to an end thats what the peace sign ment
heaven sent, me hell, world upside down call it hell bent
half my heart is left, the other paid rent
i have half a heart but im completly broken, take a hint
one way street no reason to resent 
choises made, makes my brain fade 
heading to your heart, call it a crusade 
my love is broken, hell made
took every single wrong road, ... well played
epic fail, blood red is the best shade
through the light and through the dark
blood red will always make its mark 
love the pain and hate the pleasure 
nonconformality at its greatest measure 
love is lost and found like great treasure 
trust turns to tradgedty 
lies are truely ravishing 
my heart is cold and wandering, the walking dead emotionless traveling 
chilling ice adorning my flesh is lavishing 
in a strange twist of fate my mind bears my captivity 
trapped inside my thoughts from which i cannot escape, stranger thoughts than activity
forever fading my sanity
at the sacrafice of my vanity 
my last resort, to escape has been taken from me
this prison is maximum security 
love is lost, friends betrayed 
family estranged 
adrinaline caged
adhd enraged 
locked up tight 
strait jacket restricted helplessly bound try as i might
blind folds corrode my sight 
exiled and exausted drawn out distressed vigil put to the test 
sick to my stomach and too tired to rest
i sit in my cell, of isolation 
my mind is cramped of desolation
these words are a demonstration 
as a last resort, to far gone to ever undergo restoration 
i lay solemnly suffering from loss of articulation.


Details | I do not know? | |

Memories

Sitting there in utter emptiness,
I stare ahead in amazement,
At the remnants of a place,
Filled with memories of a glorious past.
And as i stand there all alone,
Past Memories flood into me,
Stepping back on the stones of time,
Back to a time when life was wild and free.

There as i stand amidst it all,
I see my old class come back alive.
So many familiar faces, 
Smiling back at me,
And shouting cries of welcome. 
I see all my old friends,
Some going about their daily business while others gossip.
And there among them i see myself as i used to be,
Laughing and joking around so carefree,
Knowing not what the future holds.

Standing there engulfed in my past
Seeing so many happy faces, 
Of those whom i held dear to my heart,
I shed tear in pain, which trickles down my face and falls on to my palm.
Realization flows back to me once more,
The pain of it all embracing me,
Like a Venomous Sting,
That penetrates my veins,
Darkening the depths of my heart 
Where my memories lay, 
Locked up for evermore.


Details | Free verse | |

Not Done With You Yet

Waiting for a response
Stumbling upon it for months
Fiddling with decaying words
Unlocking birdcages,
Letting go of birds
Will I ever be let go
By troublesome guilt, 
Fluttering and squealing with joy?
Waiting for an entrance
I try to break through it for years
But I'm shattered by denied words
I'm trying to find a path to go through
But...I'm trapped by the thought of you


Details | Epic | |

Drugs Make Me Happy

Remember when getting high was climbing up the tree, and we could see the sky and feel 
as if I could let go and fly and never open my eyes having that feeling that I would never 
die. Getting high, on dads shoulders, seeing the trees and buzzing bees, the place for 
where I could see everything and be happy. Getting high meant flying on the swings, 
through the air, having the wind blow through our hair. Being high was pretending to fly 
like a plane, through a cold winters day with pouring rain on that saturday. Grandma use 
to pick us up and raise us high like The smoke rising from her sweet baked pies. Being 
high was to go snort cocaine everyday. It made me feel strong for no one could prove me 
wrong, I stayed on it so long that I didn’t know right from wrong. I was confused and 
started to be abused but always refused to just give up and loose. Ecstasy Made me high 
and I started to act so alive party and rave all the time, being so blind to all the hearts I 
pushed aside left to rot and die, But I didn't care because I was to stubborn to accept the 
truth that was right in front of my eyes. Speed made me high that I started feel pleasure 
and had no guilt inside even though I started to live A lie and always tried to deny the 
things I hid deep down inside. It made me commit crimes and runaway from all the times 
I made my mother cry, and I would cry because I no longer knew how to survive because 
I forgot the meaning to Try. Remember when getting high was climbing up the tree, and 
we could see the sky and feel as if I could let go and fly and never open my eyes having 
that feeling that I would never die? I finally climbed that tree and let go And felt the wind 
blow, I began to fly and feel so naturally high. But I woke up and realised that I am no 
longer alive, I overdosed and became so alive that i ended up committing suicide. They 
say when you die, you see your whole life flash before your eyes. All I saw was the way 
my mother cried cursing at all the times I lied, and watching my friends turn their backs 
when my only friend started to be crack. It became A sickness for it was my addiction, 
thee only way to rid of it was to die and leave all my sadness behind. But I am happy now 
that I am in heaven finally belong side, my family and friends that I pushed aside all those 
times whilst I listened to the demon inside my heart and my mind, Because Drugs Make 
Me Happy.
 
- Wiko Te Maru


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 | Epic | |

Lost Without You

I don't know what to do with myself when your not around,
I cant breath, cant think, nothing but hear my heart fall to the ground.
I cant stop thinking about your smile and your light,
I wanted to win you over, but it seems i have finely lost the fight. 

Losing you was like a stab to my heart,
Like the devil him selves was throwing a dart.
Last breaths that i took was only for you my dear,
Loving you, i did it without any fear.

Remembering our time together is a pain,
Reminding myself not to give up on you was not a strain.
Reminicing all i can do now that your gone, 
Remaining all the pain on my heart like a tone. 

I can't go on like this anymore, I need you in my life,
I keep telling myself that one day this will go away in the name of Christ.
I cannot wait until i callaps and never get back up,
I am tired of being alone in this world that doesn't give a Fuk. 

When will i ever get what i want,
we were supossed to be a team i thought.
But i guess i am to much of a freak for you to be around,
you think i am no good for you, and you don't want to hit the ground.

But there are not one relationship without a fight,
and no fight without a relationship in sight.
No one ever gave me a chance so why should you, you might of thought,
but you are still stuck with your stubernness that i couldn't even fought. 

Now that i am lost without you, i don't know what to do with myself,
should i just sit and in a corner and bash my head against a shelf? 
I don't know what to feel anymore, its like i lost my soul or somthing, 
but hay, i am dying anyways, so why should i care for anything.  

 


Details | Epic | |

Sweet Dreams part 3

It's been a long while
Since I've drempt this dream
But now I am ready
Or that's how it seems
A woman did stare at me
As I stumbled around
She pointed a finger
Down at the ground

My vision was blurry
and my voice was weak
The woman did say to me,
"Is this what you seek?"
A girl lay at my feet
Her hair red as fresh blood
I stooped down to retriever her
From the sloppy mud

Her eyes met my eyes
I felt her heart race
She hugged me strongly
And kissed my face
She spoke no language
That I heard before
I could not understand her
But I wanted to hear more

I led her safely
Down the cloud mountain path
We walked the forest quietly
As to not incur arachnid wrath
We walked along the stream
That I walked long ago
But it was not flowing
Twas covered in snow

We climbed the shear rockface
Singing songs as we went
When we reached the top
We were quite spent
A snail did approach us
Was this Mr. Chance?
I turned to speak to him
But he put me in a trance

His eyes were swirling
And his body did glow
He approached my beauty
I yelled out "Chance, no!"
I broke his spell on me
I'd make him pay
Before I could reach him
He sprouted wings and flew away

I led my beauty
To the edge of my dream
But something was wrong
Or that's how it seemed
I started to wake
And my dream faded away
Before I could grab her
I started my day

I could've gotten her out
Out of my dream
But I couldn't reach her
Or that's how it seems
I hope she's still there
When I again sleep deep
I can't live without her
I can't wait for sleep


Details | Rhyme | |

Those Eyes

THOSE EYES

A wall of sparks filled up the sky, 
As a motorbike sped passed. 
Two people thrown onto the verge, 
Why did they go so fast? 

I stopped the car and ran to help, 
If my help I could so give. 
Whilst praying to the Lord above, 
"Please let these people live". 

The first one that we got to, 
He was sat against a wall. 
I looked into those startled eyes, 
There was life there at all. 

And still those eyes so drained of life, 
When looking back I see. 
I'm haunted by the look they gave, 
And yes it frightened me. 

We ran toward the other lad, 
Around a lamppost he did fall. 
I heard him give a quiet moan, 
"He's alive", I did then call. 

There was not much that we could do, 
Just wait till the medics came. 
Then speak to the police, say what we'd seen, 
And find out what's to blame. 

I heard on the radio later,that- 
With his family at his side. 
That young man lost his battle, and 
In hospital he died.


Details | Personification | |

More personification

im a demon cast away call me legion im not one im many 
ill give you brain power for every penny
 send me back into the stars coincidentally 
i claim to be friendly until you offend me scripture is my destiny  
i bring arctic darkness bitter bliss
 and heartless im missing my compassion like im partless
no one can conduct alchemy without me
run into the wind so hard inertia felt me
physically im missing pain receptors its sickology
im not a man im a machine made from evil technology
my mission is simple its to make you go missing
middle of the night you can struggle you can fight
huddle down night vision i can see you high pitch
they raise crosses like they know the lord
I sliced my human side out so i could afford
to be brutal inhuman consuming the very thought of god


Details | Lyric | |

Goth

Somber grey,true dismay
Abstruse plight,day is night
Assailants might,no armistice
           Goth
Abatoirs full of disgorge
A world depraved,a blackish haze
Ignominous calamity
            Goth
Fathomless,the abyss
Callosity,the damned to be
Feinous atrocities
             Goth
Evil adulation,whole affectation
Amoral fixation,mind controlled nations
Robotic existence,lost in decadence
             Goth


Details | Free verse | |

God Is In Me

I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.


Details | Free verse | |

UNHAPPILY EVER AFTER

So confused----nothing feels right but wrong
All I've dealt with for so long
Has blurred in with every sad thing else there is to see

I don't know what to do....
I'm at a loss for everything 
including you

Long, long ago
I thought you made me for one 
Now others knock at heart's door........
They will go unanswered

Alone in the cold of the dark
With all their own little broken hearts
They wait for what will never be; to hold my hand and be with me
And their burdens too are more than I can bear

One sweet face
Is blood stain painted into my soul 
His addictive voice
Resonates throughout my core 

I hear him crying 
I hear him screaming
I see him falling

With him I'll always be crying
Hoarsely, wretchedly screaming
Reaching out into the dark for him
but feeling nothing

This pain will never fit inside 
The grief has grown too much for me to hide
Mourning for the dreams in me that died
Anguish for a man who's dead to me 
but still alive

One big happy carnival of sorrow
That love will never fix
Nor will tomorrow

Mindless, mutilated hearts
Condemned to crimson drench the earth 
wherever we stagger
Miserably alone....
Unhappily ever after.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Real Aftermath

All of the aftermaths occur after the wake of a bunch of terrible events: Hurricane
Katrina, the September 11th attacks in New York City, War in Iraq, and others. these types
of tragic events and a bunch of aftermaths have been around since the day the world was
created by God. There's no telling what will happen next if these tragedies keep coming
unexpectedly and stuff. It seems to all of the Americans today that after these tragedies
like the deaths of their loved ones, the deaths of most U.S. soldiers, Hurricanes Ike and
Rita destroying Houston, Texas, these people are trying to deal with the loss of their
homes and other people have been mourning the loss of the ones who've lost their lives to
these tragic events or by the hands of evil people. The aftermath of those events have
been haunting the lives of all U.S. citizens since day one. What makes most people sad is
that they have to deal with the fact that their loved ones are gone and other people are
still trying to deal with the fact that America almost lost its innocence, even after
9-11. These events have been talked about on the news at 5:00 p.m., 6:00 p.m., and 9:00
p.m. This is so wrong, especially for us Americans. Tragedies and the aftermath of all
heartbreaking tragedies are starting to make us even more sad and depressed. Everybody
doesn't like it. And if all types of tragedies continue to rise and there's going to be
more aftermaths after those tragedies or whatever, we'll be in for a rude awakening.


Details | Imagism | |

the darkened one

you said you'd never leave me,
I should have known it was a lie.
you said I was the one you saw in your dreams,
but it was only to fund you,
you said I was your all and your only,
how could I have believed such a lie,
now I'm cold and alone,
sitting in the corner of this dark room,
my thoughts barren,
my emotions gone,
a silent creature staring at me from the rooms center,
"what are you?"
I smile,
"I am hate,
the emotion of forever rage
I am despise,
the feeling created from jelousy and annoyance,
I am anger
the emotion that fuels thousands,
and I am the end,
the one who never survived"
he laughed at this
"do you fear me?"
I closed my eyes for a second thinking
did I feel fear?
no,pity, pure and true pity was all I felt,
"no, I do not, in fact..."
I opened my eyes,
"all I feel is pit,
for your pain shall be eternal."
I closed my eyes and listened as silence enveloped the room
I reopened them slowly after listening for any movement,
all I could now see was a slumped figure in the corner of the room,
"as one chapter ends, a new must begin."


Details | Epic | |

Once a child birth

Once a child birth.
 it is  Saturday,
 a  day of a new life
hardly  in suffering mind
a child once born,
born through abyss detriment
of motor contract expansion
expanding in contract pain voice
the voice in agony pain play
like a sheep playing in the ocean
of glory  laughter 
yet in a state of being a child
mother shout in groan of pain
deliverance
      aah-i can't , i can't
complaining twice, thrice and
congealed in  froze
frozing yonder outside of thy world,
in a sleeping wool of white color
the wool of which her baby lade 
crying endlessly from long way of 
 walked
a baby mother finally relief and
ended kicking the bucket full of water.
but yet cry,shout ,yelled hilaring,commotion
all join in depravity
a child mother no longer dwelth ,nor breath
in the world humans
rather  went to the world of  dead
In hail may her exist in paradise.


Details | Ballad | |

September 11th

Today’s the day
When it all went down.
The pain and sorrow,
And the worlds big frown.
It shouldn’t have happened,
All those innocent people,
Who had to be there,
Now have God as their keeper.
It wasn’t their time to go.
I feel horrible for their families.
I just want to ask you,
 To pray for them please.
The terrorists that did this
Will get what they deserve.
They’ll get Satan’s kiss!
They must be heartless
To even think of this!
There are people to thank
Like the firemen and cops,
And a lot of people gave blood.
Even if it was just drops.
When the towers got hit,
The world thought it was an accident.
No one would’ve guessed
That it was really terrorists.
So don’t forget this day.
Its part of our painful history.
It’ll be in the books.
But why it happened,
Will always be a mystery.


Details | Narrative | |

My Imprint

I always used to ask myself this question, "What kind of imprint do I want to leave with people once I pass and am I scared of dying?"  I had come to this question again once my grandfather passed.He was an amazing human being who loved God by the way.Anyway, I have learned over time through experiences of my life I have realized something and its what I want others to know, its that Life is a gift.So cherish every minute of it even the smallest moments in time.See, everyday is a new opportunity for Forgiveness.Love.Reconciliation. etc. one will not always have the chance to live promisingly.I believe that people need to go about their lives with the perspective of not what can I do for myself.But, what can I do for someone else.For instance, How can I make someone''s day? Or just simply How can I make a person smile today? For me, there's nothing that brings more joy to me than knowing I may have made a difference in a person's life. I just want others to know that the bigger picture in our existence is not just serving Jesus, but its to serve each other. I mean, of course we need to live for the Lord and spread the Gospel and live our own lives. But, there's nothing wrong with a little selflessness and its very fulfilling to do so. Oh, and No. I'm not scared of dying. You see, The Apostle Paul said it well, "To live is Christ. But, to die is gain." I know that it's different when your told you only have so much time to live than when a family member or friend is told this.But quite honestly, to me it's just death. Besides, if I could leave this earth knowing I changed at least one life, it was very worth living it.

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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 | Rhyme | |

A Road to Nowhere

A road to nowhere A picturesque scene of trees turning bare Fresh autumn scents filling the air And a young woman on a journey traveling from here to there With a slow, steady pace and tapping shoes She creates an east rhythm to hum along to Walking along, not a care in the world Living her life, and living it well The cool crisp air softly blowing at her knees Coming throughout the autumn trees For a moment it almost seems Things aren't really ever as bad as they tend to seem Soaking in the last bit of light with a peaceful flow She passes along the last few trees with golden leaves shinning abode The now setting sun begins to give off a warm orangey red glow Setting off her long blonde hair as it moves to and fro Then out of the gleaming sky Fighting her rising fear from deep with inside Her heartbeat quickens, as she tries keeping a steady stride Hairs prickling up upon her neck, a raven screeches as it swoops by The absence oh heat, so abrupt Leaves her with chills, so corrupt Touching her soul as if almost freezing up Upon her face lay a perfect cut A gush of wind cuts across her chest And her forehead quickly covers with little beads of sweat Just as she's starting to fear she can't go on She twirls and turns then starts to run She whirls around but falls to her knees Blood slowly dripping down from her cheek The raven appears with an open beak Ans lets out a bloodcurdling screech "Raven, Raven, oh please don't die!" She laughs And looks upon the bird with a menacing smile Then lets out a satisfying sigh "Just please don't die" She gracefully stands with blood-lust filled eyes Her tapping shoes carrying her off into the night Her Raven black hair rocking to and fro And off down the road to nowhere she goes
Inspired by The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe


Details | 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 | I do not know? | |

Dear ,

Unknown to the truth.
Knowledge in my hand,
Facts tell me I still don't understand.
Uncommon voices sounding off unheard bells.
Familiar is strange in this unsorted game.
Love bothers my mind.
So I wonder where my heart is at times.
One of a kind,
This joker is no joke.
Laughter feels my soul,
Happiness is my unknown goal.
Here I stand.
Mind so bland.
Words are not enough.
Fragile to life,
But in disparate need to live.
Love me I ask. Love me I want. Love me I need.
Bringing myself to empty,
My mind scatters.
My world has no dream.
But dreaming is my world.
I cant get myself.
Twisted in my own thought.
Stop it......
This is my cry for help


Details | Light Poetry | |

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....


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 | Blank verse | |

War Scars

War…
Pools of blood surround me
Comrades lay by my feet with every step I take
What is it that’s worth fighting for?

Supposed enemies…
Their filmy eyes unblinking lay open
The vision of the family they were to see still dances in their eyes
They had dreams too!

Their daughters…
Their sons…
Their wives…
Their parents…
Their duties lie within their eyes like an open book

This is pointless…
Their visions are my visions and I still see both
War is always in vain…


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hurt so much

You left me standing there
With out a word to say
You get in his car 
And I watch him drive away

You hurt me so much
And I just stood there in the rain
Grinded me teeth
And just took the pain

Now you tell me sorry
And how you miss my touch
But how can I forgive you
When it still hurts so much

No only did she leave
But she rubbed it in my face
While I was at work
She would bring him in my place

Never forget the way he smile
Looking at me with his evil eyes
Thinking what a fool I was
Not to see her cheating lies

Now she stands in front me
Like a broken tram missions clutch
But how can forgive her
When it hurts so much

What goes around, comes around
My grand mother use to say
They left me a broken man
Now look who’s crying today

A man will use a woman
Just to cause her husband pain
But when she leave home for him
Then there is no excitement again

So he will leave her now
And move on to his next victim
Then she will call her husband
Saying she sorry and she miss him

But who laughs last 
Laughs the best
And the karma
Will take care of the rest

Now she stands in front my door
Say she wants to relight the torch
But how can I forgive
When it hurts so much

Many nights I cry alone 
Thinking of him getting your touch
So tell me how I can forgive
When it hurts so much


Details | Epic | |

Fathom

 

The depths descend 
Past the boundaries
Of human conception
Of realistic features
Of one’s ideals.

So deep; distant 
So many cranks yet,
So much order.

...Tick...Tick...

Spin,
Wind,
Apply the pressure
Or... it will.

Trepidation.
Do not act so scared my child
It starts for you,
Ends for me.

Sit on my lap if you will,
I have a story to tell you
One that shall
Tell the tale.

Take this,
My soul,
My life
This piece so close to my heart.

Hold it,
Remember;
Remember the stories
All the twists and turns
Cranks and spins
Needed to get here.

S-521592
1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6
7, 8, 9
Ten... eleven...
Twelve.

Time...
An asset.
A force in its own.
So controlling.
So exhilarating.
So...
Annihilating.

It takes things away,
Brings them to life,
Tells us what the difference is between day and night.
Gives us things to look forward to
And to look back on...

This.
Is key,
Is life,
Is death,
Is money,
Time is ticking; Fathom it.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Tomorrow may never come...

Life is like a circle, 
An uncomprehended term
A moment of light followed by;
A shadow of darkness.

Life is nature's gift,
A thing to be cherished, as long as you hold 
So live life to its fullest while at its midst
What ever time you have now is yours, 
For Tomorrow you may never know.

Life is a treasure for those who know it,
For some its a pain but to others; its whole
For those like me whose days are done,
Can only hope,
For tommorow may never come.

Hearts broken, tears of pain
A whisper of love that lingers in my heart
A pain so unbearable, an unliftable curse 
I know i cannot love you and commit my self, 
For You must move on with this journey called life.

My time here is done, 
What i ask for, is what cannot become.
My life i've lived for giving, helping others was my ideal.
Now that i've done what i came for,
It is my time to move on,
This maybe my one last moment to hold,
To me there is no tomorrow.


Details | Epic | |

THE TALE OF MUCHACHO 4

Incompetent bastards they were
They could never be trusted
You know why?
You really wanna know why?
It isn’t really that much of a bummer

It’s coz they were alive
And breathing things
Would do anything
And absolutely everything
To keep breathing

So you see why, 
Ruby was his best friend?
Coz they had nothing to lose
They were already dead
Although alive to him

He knew there was no hope
He was surely condemned
Then he remembered something
It had been buried deep
Deep within the sections of his subconscious
The last words of that preacher
Yes, that preacher
The one that could not keep his mouth shut
The preacher’s child had been  sick
Seriously sick to the bones

The preacher had no money
He was helpless
After much turmoil
He decided to go to muchacho
He decided to seek help from the devil.





Details | I do not know? | |

Still Breathing

Feeling it deep within
Just like a sin
I'm feeling like I'm dead
Angry thoughts in my head
I wanna die
While it's hard for me to try
I want to cry again
I'm talking to no friend
About how I feel
And everything is real
But I wanna close my eyes
From a world that won't let me hide
And I'm just tired
And my body feels unwired
While I can't forgive myself
And my life sits on a shelf
Filled with hate
And it'll be a while before I become great


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 4)

You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was 
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally, 
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of  
immortality…
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed 
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed 
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…

I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning 
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your 
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let 
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the 
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…

Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an 
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till 
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart, 
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of 
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse 
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Rhyme | |

Abandoned--part one

To watch you leave, watch you walk out Hurt so much and filled me with tremendous doubt That we were every truly friends It was as if you really didn’t care in the end This life, so full of secrets and lies I never understood any of it…and you walk away, back turned away from the silent cries My heart wrenches with unmendable grief Why did you ever come around! Why must I hold on to this false belief That you ever cared when you really did not Your lies and secrets, so full of raging hate, I tried to love you…I tried to show you a friend all for naught. I do not understand…and I never will because you will not allow me too I want to understand…I want to help you and be here for you But all you do is push me aside…push me away Bury me in silence, stab me with your misery…but still I wish you to stay But you do not, you still leave, still walk out that door And I fall…hard to the unforgiving cold, hard floor Weeping bitterly tears of repressed sorrow and pain This empty void growing, tearing me from the inside…but the smiles I still feign I still walk this crooked path that leads to nowhere Wondering if maybe…just maybe I will find you here Because you’ve stolen into my battered heart and made me care And now I cannot let you go…not ever…I wouldn’t dare Yet you still do not care about the hurt…the tears You still just walk away, continuing to spreading your fears And she goes with you You knew that she would and you allowed her to


Details | Rhyme | |

Abandoned--part two

You allowed her to abandon what has all become this shattered group Nothing but a repeating, battered loop Of anger and torment And she still follows you and would to the end of the earth without thought of me or him We are nothing in your twisted version of the world, everything you do based on a whim Except when it comes to her, she is your everything And you are her everything And we, me and him, are the nothings The nothings that inhabit the space and air around Worthless, more so than the ground That you stomp on; and hidden deep inside Where all the monsters and demons reside, And I DAMN you for dragging her down with you To the depths of nothing, where you run and hide, because it’s all you ever do And I DAMN you, because you take her from me And it shows just home much, I really mean nothing…to you or to her…but I’ll never be free I will never escape this bottomless hole of hopeless sorrow I have placed myself in, because I will always want you and her, today, yesterday, and tomorrow It will not matter I will not, and he will not We will never matter, we will only be forgot She follows you, and I watch, my heart ripping from my chest I cannot take anymore, this abandonment bringing me, to my final rest.


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 | Epic | |

To A Troubled Love

Sometimes you seem to be the 
person,
I once knew and fell in love with,
And sometimes you just seem to 
appear,
To be a perfectly stranger to me.
Which Causes me to wonder,
If I should be here or not,
Because it makes me wonder,
If this thing we have is really meant 
to be.
In your heart and mind,
You never see what is wrong,
Cause you only see the green 
pasture,
Instead of the thickets and thorns,
Our relationship will never get any 
better,
If things don't change,
And we both work on clearing out 
the painful parts,
Because it will keep us both cut up,
   with hearts that are torn.

Sometimes I really wonder if you,
Want this to work out or not,
Cause you say one thing but,
Your heart isn't really in this,
Like it used to be,
And hasn't for a really long time,
Which brings me back to the 
question,
If this is meant to be?


Details | Epic | |

FOR A FATHERLESS SON

All the way to the hospital
I felt  your eagerness for life,
Your Impatience 
between contractions
For the show to go on,
Months in the preparation
This was your debut,
A final push 
The curtains opened, 
And there in the spot light
A star was born,
Encore, 
I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!
I boasted to a fervent audience
Took praise  for the choreography
(Though the moves were yours alone.)
You did not notice
 in the theater
The one empty seat 
That I could not fill,
The void that would grow
As your needs grew,
Ignorant of the absence 
you saw Past that darkness
to my beaming face.
learning your new steps
my praise was enough
but I would repeat it
 to fill the space, 
Now my leading man
the space is harder to hide,
that utter lack of attention, 
That first Christmas play 
And that damned empty seat 
not reserved
but rejected !
you played the part of yourself
my wise man
You did  not seem to mind.
And every mile stone you pass 
You look to me,
Your first words
Your first grazed knee
Your second performance
In the theater,
(just a small routine)
but there besides me
that damned lack 
looming 
like dark shadow over a full moon,
he should have been there then
to see your comeback,
your perfect production
As I held you with the strength 
of two.
Inquisitive now
You  question me
About the missing piece
in your jigsaw
puzzled  by the great blank
the incompleteness of the picture, 
If I could put it together 
for you,
if I had the answers,
If I could tell you why,
I am all I can offer 
And I am sorry for that,
I am sorry for these two hands
That should be four
I am sorry  I can not tell you  more,
I am sorry for the empty seat
That grows more obvious
That I can't remove or replace,
But I promise you this
There will be 
Only one vacant space,
I will love you,  utterly,
Unconditionally,
Wholeheartedly, 
I will love you
And at every performance
All the roles
You chose to play in life
I will be there
Proud, applauding twice.


Details | Personification | |

my dark thoughts

is it a waking dream?
no,
is it a waking nightmare?
no,
it be the thoughts of the deserted,
those who have nothing left to lose,
the ones who can go mute without a second thought,
the ones whose dreams overflow with the blood of others,
for they are the ones who see the sinister truth,
the end isn't near its always been there,
every year,
every month,
every day,
every minute,
every second,
for you see the end is not when the world ends,
it is the last day you feel complete,
it is the day you feel worthless,
the day you see only the dark side of things,
the moment you imagine slaying the beast of which caused your pain,
for that is the day the innocence known as your "inner child" is finally slaughtered,
and when your become...,
heartless.


Details | Bio | |

The Color Red

At the beginning it was all so great,
but now i am walking away from this state.
I loved ever moment that we spent together,
I thought we would go on like that forever. 

But i am sorry to say that you have torn my heart apart,
I was praying on my hands and knees from the start.
Praying so that this would not happen,
but it happened and it ain't stopping. 

I beet my self in the chest now for letting this go so far,
I wish i could just forget this all to remove this scar.
The scar that you left on my soul is way too deep,
everything poring out of it is nasty and smells so creep. 

I know that people say to "Forgive and Forget",
but i can do only one thing, and its pore it out without a fit.
So i am done with this hell people call life,
i am on the edge of this earth waiting to survive. 


Dedicated to the one that broke my heart. 
No names will be spoken.


Details | Free verse | |

Too bare, to bare

Too long, to long for that which I once had.
Undoing the melody,
that played on my heart strings.
Skinning the weasel 
that would eat innocence.

Too empty, to empty myself here and now.
Body beaten,
mind unwound, 
heart underground.
Stealing joy:
the occupation of fallen one.

Too bare, to bare fragile soul in this state.
Naked
the day I awoke
to see that nothing is mine.
Skiving from love
that left me burning.

Too sorry, to sorry the pain into dark corners.
Lion and snake
take turns to occupy
my gaze and soul.
Leaving me mixed-up and confounded.


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
providence…
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…


Details | Rhyme | |

Without You

How can I make you see That without you there is no me Without you my heart beats still Without you I've lost all will To dream of eyes that mesmerize Warm soft skin felt deep within Priceless is the warrant of fate Torturous, the time I must wait Without you my day is dark My breathing labored, spirit stark Abandoned feeling fatally ill Without you I've lost all will To Love ~


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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)



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Empty Teardrops On My Fingertips

There is only you and me were universal speak our minds until they become controversial the current administration couldn't build a tent that's why I should run for president I would represent you all as I hate you, equally no justification just in my way, literally the broken egg shells I walk on for you to cringe your nails and do as you do Mary wasn't quite contrary on this particular conspicuous evening it seems she's overdressed for the occasion wearing nothing but a green wreath over places What's the difference between me and you? I have power beyond imagination and control of my dreams you misunderstand the smallest of things and then blame me for your state of denial I'm in a state of comfortness but must move forward in order to progress otherwise I am just oppressed or overly blessed, and won't digress.


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Ghost

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


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It's okay

It’s okay.
It’s okay darling.
It’s okay darling I’m here.
It’s okay darling I’m here now.
It’s okay darling I’m here now, sleep.
It’s okay darling I’m here now, sleep soundly
It’s okay darling I’m here now, sleep soundly forever.
It’s okay darling I’m here now, sleep soundly forever in peace, I love you.


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Untitled descriptions - Day

A woman, who I once thought was great. A flick of the switch, and all the light fades She laughed and she pointed... She made me pay. And for no good reason, one miserable day Yet still here I stand, strong and unscratched Your greatest mistake was teaching me that. To be who I am and to shine how I shine To give the greatest gift, which is mine. And day by day, I know ill be fine. To love and to share and make sure I smile Even though what you did, will linger for a little while. The effect of your words,sticks, stones and lies The truth of my strength behind tear filled eyes At the end of the day, inside is what counts. Happy she was to be such a cow Making everyone believe its the other way round. This anger inside, building myself I must stop myself from trying to help. I take a deep breath every day, and bit by bit you will vanish away. She deserves nothing, the world needs to see but if I did that, how much better would I be? And tonight I say, "oh my, what a day", I'm now allowed to see a more beautiful way.


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rewind and breakout

this shy shell, must be broken. I need to be set free. What my heart desires, lies in the past. That one moment that one chance taken away by a broken shell and time that moved way too quickly. Take a step into the past change it. Speak up and let it out but it's too late my chance, just a blink in the past.


Details | I do not know? | |

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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Normality

It feels like I gave away all of my soul
All in false hopes of saving his own

And what now have I left to show for it all?
There’s nothing left but nothingness

Alone with my thoughts once more
Alone with what I can’t ignore

I have far less to react with now
Far less to feel with, you see
there’s less me

Ever as deplorably far from normality
As I can possibly be


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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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Ready

Walk solemly,
Swaying back and forth on a limb.
Looking down,
With a cry of mystery.
Shouting,
Without an answer.
Whispering what needs to be done,
Watching as my heart decays.
Centering my life on a pedistool,
Prepared to fall off.

Not wanting this,
Not wanting you.
As your love wraps around me,
Sufficating my grasp.
Why, Why may I ask?
Wrapping the chains around my feet.
Leading myself to the undergrounds.
Trailing back and forth,
Ready to take what's coming.
Quiet,
Everything is oh so quiet.
Determined to get away,
Just to be dragged down.
Why, oh why may I ask,
Are these chains making my heart vanish,
And plunder down to your feet.


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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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'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'


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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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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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To Learn To Love Again

As Fleeting as the sun's fragile rays
As golden as on an Autumn's day
As cold as the nights pale moonlit glow
Just like the rosebuds about to grow
It's all of these things and so much more
A feeling we feel deep within our core
It warms us up when we are cold
An affectionate embrace and a powerful hold
Stronger than the strongest thing
As sweet as when a bluebird sings

In love again, what a wonderful thought
To care again was what I was taught
An eternal battle deep within my soul
The fatalities begin to take their toll
Too much of me was gradually fading
It was through the stream I was gradually wading
As the shore grew further away
I was unable to scream, unable to say
Why did you leave me, why did you go?
You left me broken, unable to cope

I lay there drowning in self doubt
Till finally somebody pulled me out
Unobserved he watched my fall
He saw my heartbreak, he saw it all
I never knew that he loved me too
Even after you where through
He was always watching and he always cared
Just waiting for the moment that he could share
How he felt and that he would
Always care for me as best as he could



Quick Note: Sometimes when I'm writting I don't always know who or what I'm writting for. This particular poem I wrote about 3 months before I met my friend who went through this but at the time I didn't realise how her life and this poem mirrored one another. Since I realised that I like to believe that it was destiny for us to become friends at that time so I could help her :)


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The birth of a star

This wall stands stronger
Stronger than any man
Yet so difficult
It was to defend

Completely out matched
Thunder came in the dark
But those on the wall
Put up one hell of a fight

The wall never ended
Nor was it straight
Yet inside those men
Had doom as fate
Those who are left
With nothing to lose
Immortally fight

As if death they choose
After days and nights
Sleep came to none
Fate had came
At the rise of the sun

Heroes are made
In this very spot
This place where our ancestors
So valiantly fought
And fight they did
Taking far more than given

Unstoppable sit the man
Who is cause driven
Surrender they could
Lives may have been spared
Where would we be today?
If our men had been scared
Heroes and legends
Were made at this spot

This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought




A tribute to those at the Alamo 


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SEPTEMBER 1922

September 1922

A woman is standing in front of a ship.
Into her bloody hands she holds her daughter and her son.
Their faces have lost the youth, terror has formed creases round their eyes.
Eyes lost.Behind them flames are spreading like dragons' tangues
leaving ashes on the wind on the waves of the sea,
on the hands of those who died.Soldiers running barefooted
passing the crossline a path they did not choose.
Heroes who carried dust and fired blood
and fired pain.The two little children are looking at their house.
What is left now is flaming wood fading lights dying away.
On the garden there is still the girl's doll with her cloth hands
her eyes filled with gloom as if she still waits for an answer.
The woman's hands are trembling.This is the last ship.
Screams, cries, pushes people in the water,
people on the ground trying to find a small bend to fit their carved souls.
Guns are firing a soldier gets killed in front of the boys legs.
Waves get rough, cover the port cover all eyes with salt
uncover the truth of not forgetting.A hand is pulling the woman
and the children on the ship.A last move , a passing to unknown 
with a coin on her mouth to pay the price of her transfer.
Smyrna is burning like a star is falling on the ground.
Million lights in the sky light up a drama of lost souls.
Broken terrors of a life never to be restored passing to the other side 
with hands empty eyes closed.

To those who lost their country in September 1922.


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Seem Not To Even Care

Its not like I asked for this
It’s something else besides
But knowing there is no way out
Just tears me up inside.
It’s like suffocation
Like drowning on dry land
Impossible, not really
On my knees for I cannot stand
You make promises and break them all
Crush them into dust
Moving on isn’t helping
To just leave things in the past
Burnt down to ashes, black and cold
Another day goes by
Another day in which I mean naught
Left on low, not on high
I do not beg for this torture
To be left out on my own
But you make it seem like that’s what I want
And again I’m left alone
One day you’ll pay the price for this
And regret it everyday
You deserved it for what you’ve done
And that’s all I have to say
You make is sound like it hurts you more
That you’re the victim here
Truth is you stand by and watch me cry
And seem not to even care
 


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Sacred Lorelei

The night has befallen me Rescue me, unchain me Sacred Lorelei Bleeding a passion of royalty Forever I'll follow your Argentine cloak with the most deadly pacts beautiful Witch Sacred Lorelei Tell me did the ravens Hear my cry My misery's plea Sacred Lorelei Was this all just upon a dream Lucidity becoming reality of my Sacred Lorelei A fiat of darkly desire from a most beautiful witch unchaining the burden of my misery All for my Sacred Lorelei


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A SPOKEN LIGHT

Light spoke nothing so tenderly true
For many paths I depart to go
If, by moon’s delight, the one beyond our eyes,
Can be a miracle for a pleasant peace,
Which in despairs I dream nothing more
Even from the previous world where I grow alive.

If I compare again what it should
A piece of art, a prose soaring bound
As the first step I should take like scampering universal to fall;
From it unless a chapter I would be able to see 
The sublime solitude from broken dreams
Or over the spectra paths I drive myself within? 

Since I have known you, Siren, my lovely sea of fire,
And before God was a man, those pleasant sparkles,
And again I would be able to see myself walking over again
Throughout the blushing valley of life a new player from you as a giver?

Alas! What should it behold so luxury and beats my heart
In front of this summertime thought
As the most awkward moment quickly fall where
Heaven and God and you, lovely Siren left me to go
As if I were just a reflection of an annihilated being.


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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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Teal

"and don't forget the pretention"

###########
everyone nodded along as 
the first line Hit 
 cut w-/ Posh .. chugging 
stars , throats end to end slit.

	Schemes o'er everything 
I realise now that you need 
these 'things' , 
imaginary or other wise.	Anything 
to keep the Belief that 
Life is worth living.
	By their ridiculous Forgery 
to emphasise insubstantial shapes , mutilated 
text , colour & breathing connecting Heart 
to Pen under strict obligation 
to remain Nonsense
	Above seperate Action.

I just want to be Honest
	o'er the vicious Cycles of Trend
inspiring by reflection 
	We replace real life as we all 
like Motion Pictures 
	Lost within Code 
he might be you or me Beating 
the walls as we try 
	out these twillight eyes switching o'er
to Terra's Remote viewing 
	zoom ignites thy Bone's hollow Fractures 
happening, pure & simple , we errode
	in a sudden glass moment ...excuse me 
& my obvious slander .. Keeping it real may soon dismay 
at a pulse of Cheekbones ; Paper artic traces flickering on 
nervescreens before our pristine chords reciting
	"Nobody's story" revolving round 
nothing really ... simple words.

Oh Lord its so clear
	All Places & All Times 
		its just us 
trying to make faces in the sky....
		and scream no more dropping 
for
	your daily optic reset calibrating 
BRAND NEW 
	Our CCTV standard view 
	declining to smash utterly as Minute 
Splinters 
	prevent such ink immediate 
between Mind & Matter ,
	Powdered Charcol , meaning the whole 
Legal Judgement satisfied 
		Logic there in  
Personal reasoning & Multi - simplicity
	Leftscreaming up the curb 
as if 
	you were just walking by... Society's Needs 
cackling inhuman . Adverts scattering   w-/ only One 
Purpose 	rocking aby sentence.
		Cast Calm to Create.


Details | I do not know? | |

Broken

Its started small like a crack in a window a slowly grew into a vein My love for you would
be the end of me thus it was only the start. Days seemed to turn into weeks and the vein
took the form of a spider web after you told me you were busy with your friends. I waited
like a good boy would.

Slowly years went by and the spiders web had changed. Ever slip and blow off had changed
the spiders web into a shattered wall one more would brake me.

You came to me in the middle of the night with him telling me it was over the glass
shattered now i am broken. 

I retreated into my self for the longest time the shamed looks i gave the would branded me
an out cast.

I set alone at the lunch table looking at the people who i called friends but felt nothing
i was empty and hollow broken smashed by loves cruel fated hand.

Then I meet another and the glass of my soul seemed to fix it self slowly rebuilding.
We feel deeply in love me and him as one we became and the broken glass was no more but a
faint memory.


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Breaking Through The Walls

Missing past loves,
Can hurt you in so many ways,
But makes you compare,
Everyone to that one love.

Which can be good and bad,
In so many ways,
Because no one can compare to that one person,
But it can keep you from being in situations,
That you should not remain in or stay.

Some people are good,
And some are just out to hurt you,
However, you must take your time,
And judge carefully,
So you know who is true.

Yes, life has its ups and downs,
And you must take each time,
As a learning experience,
For if you do,
And listen to every noise,
That hits your ears,
You will hear those sounds are very important sounds!

Some are Cries of love, anger, hurt, and cries of pain,
But if you don't listen carefully,
And hear any of them,
Nothing will matter in your life, 
And the most important thing in your life,
      Will fly away like a dove.

Then it will be the same old road,
Over and over again,
And unless you change,
It will continue to repeat itself,
And you will put a wall up 


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I lost you

My heart was blossoming into clay, when you looked at me, just that way. I felt love and passion in my heart, but soon I knew, it would be torn apart. You were pushing me off, and letting me go. Oh, now my heart misses you so. I wonder what I did wrong, and why you were afraid. I hoped that your actions would soon fade. I knew your love I could not replace, when you walked passed me, with your shinning face. I thought you would come back to me, but I could see in your eyes, that you wanted to be free. Every day, I listen to our song, sometimes I feel, like I can't go on. Some night I cry myself to sleep. My love for you, I will always keep. You're happier now without me, you always seem care free. But, now I now for you, it was all just fun and games, but me, feelings still remain.


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Storm

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

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

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

This epic moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something is wrong.

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

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

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

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


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Morbid Irony

While I lay here
Staring my fate
Square into obscurity
Left with nothing but promises
Of forgotten grandeur

Leaving behind epic depths
Of visions
Illusions
Confusions, beyond credibility

A string of events one could not forsee
Refusal to uphold unrealistic
And idealistic states of abstraction

Thus bringing us lucid and coherent
Understandings of the truth
Perhaps revealing consummate contentment
No more resentments
Of past discontentment
These vast extents of torments
Preventing  one from ascending
Into unending bliss
Where the unmerciful bind you
Overextending
Subdued


Details | Free verse | |

The ones with the ears

Melted to the floor, with tears she nearly drowned
She sank to the cold earth, without even a sound
Her soul burning with distress, with no one to hear
For the ones with ears, had no desire to endear
Facing a lie, misunderstanding the truth?
Facing a lie, no, Avoiding to sleuth 
The ones with the ears, she depended on
The ones with the ears, turned in the dawn
Dawn of which her anguish now began
Recalling the fire which burnt beneath 
Her eyes like ice, departing to the heat
Her heart was now scorched, but her mind now burst
The ones with the ears, will now perish the worst


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Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


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BILL FROM THE WEST

Bill From The West.

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

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

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

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


Details | Nonet | |

BURN

I see blinding fire in the sky.
I see people burning alive.
The smoke rises above town.
Water won't quench the flame.
I see people die.
see people cry.
and at last,
see me
die


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


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Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 
light!
 
 


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A Blessing In The Heat (Part I)

It was 105 degrees that Texas day, and in the asphalt parking lot where we were performing it seemed like 150. But I was glad to be there. I had been invited to perform at a Cowboy Gathering in Weatherford, Texas and I had come there for one reason only...because Larry McWhorter was supposed to be there performing too. I had his tape at home and I was a huge fan of his work. After my set, I was approached by a lady who introduced herself as Andrea. She told me how much she liked my work and that she wanted me to come sit with her in the audience because her husband wanted to meet me and that he had a surprise for me.

We sat down in front of the stage and they introduced Larry McWhorter. I was thrilled that I was going to get to see him in person. His works stands high among the true greats of Cowboy Poetry and I identify with him because he is the "Real Deal," just like the men I grew up among. As I sat there Larry spoke to the audience. He told them that he had enjoyed my poem "Mustangs." I was thrilled! Larry McWhorter was talking about my work! He went on to say how he had worked in the part of Oklahoma I am from and that he had a particular poem about that area, that he was going to do it now and that he was dedicating it to me, the only Oklahoman performing there. He then recited Johnny Clare.

Of all the poems in the world, this is my number one favorite. I have stood at the grave of Johnny Clare. I have heard the stories about him since I was a teenager and a friend's uncle told us about him. While Larry recited, nothing else existed in this world. There was no background noise from the festival, the temperature didn't matter...all there was in the world were the words he spoke of an Oklahoma Cowboy.


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Murder of the innocent

Murder of the innocent............. 

One door opens, as another door shuts, 
Drugs, knives, coppers, over dressed sluts. 
Colours worn, weapons in hand, 
Children dying in a blood tainted land. 

No more hatred, no weapons to yield, 
No more coffins in a mud sodden field. 
Hatred now gone, no more youngsters to die, 
No need for anger at the places they lie. 

When the door opens, the door opens wide, 
No more denying, no places to hide. 
No time for distance, no walking away, 
No children dying, no murders today......... 

In memory of the victims of the British culture of knife crime.


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part3)

Yet my soul senses the passion n’ desire of your heart was composed in the language of love 
unto lust that I could never poetically impart, still I know the flame burns with pleasure n’ 
pain for all who find it outside their immortal heart…
I sense the reflected fire of your eyes n’ I wish not to recall the unspoken secrets of your 
poetry n’ the names lingering here, romancing the waves caressing rocks n’ the chant of 
consumable miseries of mortal hearts to rupture into suicide …

I know how your fingertips awakened her virginity when she was your lover in leisure to the 
music of your acclivitous words hypnotising her virtuous seventh heaven of sexual overtures 
n’ into the depths of clitorious pleasure…
She was one of many who summoned the angels of ecstasy by the priestess of your tongue 
that preferred all inamoratas to be kept at distance for their purpose of use was to be your 
poetic muse but she was (heavy sigh) your destiny…

When you dared to indite your desires of others with an empty quill upon her naked flesh 
remembering still their scent n’ taste, she flared with jealous rage n’ you were vainglorious 
for your lovemaking was illustrious as you celebrated far n’ wide…
In her aroused escapade you wished you had braced yourself for her pain as she summoned 
the green demons with covetous wings within her mind, for she would have laid down her life 
for you, though you did not understand this treasure was a love that was true…

For she longed to be your only lover though your fingers of rhyme teased a tongue to 
rhythmically confess your request to crucify her heart in unrequited love n’ her thighs in a 
symphony of continuous casual pleasure…
You declined true love for the endless line of carnal lust with debutantes, bridesmaids n’ 
dames for perfect in everyway to be with you she must, like your poetry symmetrical n’ 
consummate, a figure of flawless beauty n’ face..

To compose in repose your words in kisses upon a page of thy lover’s lips, the idealised 
immaculate perfect place, her face was scared by a trace yet her beauty of heart within was 
a gift given by the goddess’s grace…
She had a long thin line down the side of her face though I know this flaw to be upon your 
soul, it never left your body n’ mind as they turned to dust, where perfection once prevailed 
yet overbalanced without grace for your heart was forged of carnal lust


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It's Not My Time To Die

You don't see...what lies await for us
The darkest of night has awakened...
Opening its tattered claws
To see who will fall next...venture as you can
In the darkest of night

Dear friend, it's not my time to die
I'm sure of it...I've been driven insane with it
I'm sure
That we'll survive...we'll endure

It's not our time to depart

We'll survive to see the new day 
So push those suicidal thoughts...those depressing thoughts
The darkest hour has put a strain on us

We won't lay in endless ruins
That vermin...I blame those fools
I'm dead inside...
Having no time to feel the love abide
In this fatality...becoming a reality

Dear friends,
I can here your screams
I can see your horrifying dreams

It was all my fault
I'm the one who you should assault
I keep feeling hungry...I can't help it anymore more
I vow it...
I vow it's not our time to die


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Right into Beehives

I have tasted forbidden fruit 
and died a thousand times
Smiles in the wind, and
Words that kept me blind
Shadows speak in tongues of doubt
But loyal love is what broke me out
Jesters simply cannot do
Onward I march into something new.

I have loved many in the purest form
Now they're paw prints on my soul
Sweetest memories of broken lives
Spun me right into beehives
Spun me right into beehives

I have danced in darkness only to find
That I was not meant to be their kind
Threads were woven through hollow trees
Voices echoed with each new breeze
And only one has walked with me
Has really seen what I did see
We went straight through only to learn
That those in pain still burn, 
unless while alive they turn.


I have loved many in the purest form
Now they're paw prints on my soul
Sweetest memories of broken lives
Spun me right into beehives
Spun me right into beehives!


By: Sabina Nicole


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My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


Details | I do not know? | |

Misery

Misery suffering pain
these are 3 of the same
a chemical in your brain
they kill to get out and play
they love to make you insane
from when you get up to end of your day
Music friends happiness
these 3 effect you alike 
they boost your mood and psych
They make it worth waiting till night
If your world is dark they provide light
they make it easy to see your future is bright
just maybe one day it will all be alright


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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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live and die

He looked in her eyes.
Pain. Fear. Demise.

All that was there.
Now lost. Forgotten.

Standing tall. Watch her fall.
Standing weak. Watch him sheek.

Speed of light. It moves too fast.
Not one. Not two. But hundreds to a few.

Little shards, needles made of diamonds.
They flow through the air.

Forming a circle.
There is no escape.

He can't control it.
She refuses to hide from it.

Circling around them. Fast.
Tears fall, down the eyes.

Love once had.
Shattered in time.

Truths hidden into lies.
Their destiny now tied.

Together they lived.
Through joy and happiness.

Apart they grew.
To split into two.

Now distant they stand.
Waiting for that one command.

Grew to hate. Torn by fate.
But die together. With shame and pride.


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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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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 


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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


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Adulteress's missing thread

missing threads
----------------
She looks outside. The pale moonlight has fallen across the tributary, illusory moonshine,
like an intimate emission, now that the urgency is gone, meaningless. 
She looks inside. The sprawled bed sheet of flesh shines in luminous darkness which she
thinks she is. 
Remember the worth and compare with leaving behind the cords, one son and a lethargic
clergy who divides his self between interpreting the God and being her husband. 
She remembers the cats, the weekend cooking classes and small garden of oriental roses.
The pale moon is always hiding behind the clouds when you need it. The clarity is a burnt
out butt of the cigarette learning to jump overboard. She waves away the smoke. She looks,
once more, inside and outside.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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An evening down

Like an earthly stubble:
the grass tickles my palms
as we lazily lay.
Joy
is my strange companion,
as the sun slips
behind the hill;
waving
a bye to the day.
A gentle breath
seduces the skin,
as in a tree
a dove sounds
a mellow coo.

My restless mind
is awed into quiet,
as my mind's eye
turns longingly
upon you.
All those little lies
that whisper:
"unworthy" 
turn to dust before your passion stare.
The lazy lean
of a young tree
reminds me,
that all about
has little to worry
and needs not care.

Once forgotten summers
return:
in a single beat; 
my heart
athlete
as our favourites play along,
lazily leading.
Basking in fruit's glory
of furrows filled
with labours past.
A blast!
the earth gives up
it's bounty bleeding.

We walk in smiles
with Him,
who is all to us.
Redeeming our joy
from prisons dread.
Released
our heart's peace breathing,
as forgotten
love lorn paths
we silently tread.

In this moment:
at this time,
all is dream.
All else seems pretty pantomime.
Naked in every way:
my soul, 
mind
and body.
Shoddy 
the idea of limit to this time.

As the moon
silently silver, 
a sliver of a smiling face,
winking takes it turn.
Sun dips
into landscape beyond 
to bleach new skin,
sights and times to burn.


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Much yet to be written- PART II

   CONTINUED FROM PART I

Let the gut wrenching screams, pierce through your ears. Then cower in silence, as I expose all your fears.

I'll tear out your heart, psychologically break you. Feed you to evil, and see where it takes you.

And then in the end, when all's said and done. Maybe you'll relate, to my desperation.

You'll see things in ways, that you've never seen. And hate will prevail, when senses are keen.

This world isn't rainbows, flowers and butterflies. It's demons and beasts, cruelty and lies.

So say your goodbyes, let your dreams fade to dust. Cross your heart, swear an oath, to the one you can trust.

You've seen it each day, when you've looked in the mirror. Only now with eyes open, you see it much clearer.

Oh yes sir indeed, trust only yourself. Stay away from those pills, cause they'll never help.

For one thing in life, is definitely certain. A window's not clear, when covered by curtains.

So unveil your anger, take it out on this world. And don't single out, just one stupid girl.

Cause life turned her in, to what she became. So if life is the cause, then life is to blame.

Now we all have to face, our own set of problems. But what sets us apart, is how we all solve them.

So call me sick shallow, abused and confused. The same old cliche's, that are so over used.

I'll grin and I'll nod, say "you're right" and "thank god!". "I'm glad you find pleasure, pointing out all my flaws!"

Then slowly I'll turn, and walk straight away. Reminding myself, tomorrow's a new day.

For life is a book, about the dead and the smitten. And mine has much left, that is yet to be written...


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Crystal Clear

I've become mesmerized by the sapphire skies
 
by the vivid blue
 
by the view I see inside of you
 
Your possibilities swim past my sensibilities
 
and backstroke into my responsibilities
 
And dive down deep into dark blue tranquility 
 
where there are no boundaries
 
just an open sea
 
on the other side of me
 
turning into purple bubbles of cool perspiration
 
popping only out of desperation
 
and then savoring the sweet sensation
 
of deja vu
 
of a brand new view
 
of me and you
 
with a slight purple hue
 
made of my red and your vivid blue
 
echoes in the mist
 
tangerine kissed
 
echoes in the rain
 
and lavender lullabies 
 
kiss away the pain
 
washed away by the violet rain
 
along windswept beaches
 
surprised
 
and mesmerized 
 
by fluorescent flowers 
 
dancing in a brilliant breeze
 
that passes through 
 
agreeable trees
 
and brings you and me
 
to our knees
 
to enjoy
 
the glimmer
 
the shimmer
 
the sparkle of vivid blue eyes
 
tangled up in tangerine kisses
 
and whispering windswept beaches sweet as sugar
 
carressed by secret gardens of blue and green
 
that taste a lot like you and me and tangerine
 
 



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Love Amiss

Tears falling like rain drops Agony pinching at my heart A wailing cry, deepening sobs All because I loved you from the start Ever since that rainy day Your smile made feel like a spring's flower Your laughter warmed me like summer may Your touch stilled me like winter's shower Then to tell you how I feel, and make Love complete Was like running to a cliff's edge 'Cause I loved you so much I'd rather love you in secret Than to have lost you in an amiss instead You were my friend I grew fond of for your beauty and your fault Now a stranger you've become because it was your Love that I sought


Details | Sonnet | |

Romeo's Lost Love

Romeo, I beg thee to take me away,
My life is empty without you;
I shall perish before I see another day,
Because my life without you is through;
Take me away from this horror and hate,
You are all I need in life;
Romeo, you are my fate,
Take me away and make me your wife;
Together we’ll spend eternity,
Happiness our only plight;
Our whole life spent just you and me,
I’ll flee with thee tonight!

She never met him, she drew her last breath,
Their once infinite love, consumed by death.

~For Dr. Ram Mehta's Sonnet contest~


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Chicane Journey

The curvature of her body   The sculpting of her mind
A chicane       With an Edge
Purposed to find

This river twisted they failed to quest
For the flow of an essence, a river bed carved
Its ocean journey never gave less

With agitated sea of reason
Its conscience slipped deep in the brine
Once a reef of clarity    On ocean floor darkest
Now lays with  coral skeletons of time

Lost to the moray of her smile       Years past
If existed concern or reflect
For beauty with an edge      As in ocean deep
Her estuary fixating         A sweet chicane of twice effect

The beauty of silence       Is a song the moray does sing
Storied is its sight      Welled of illusion
A fleeting enchantment     A nightmare in dream

With drop step glance     And upswept eyes, a melody loosed of her song
The piercing shards of subtle iniquity
A sharper vision     Did not any belong

With cast eyes, brought a letting of his soul
Rivulets of its being   With she, reminisce   Whispered song
In chambered heart   Her nautilus keepsakes of long ago

Just as the "Song of the Moray"    Which passed through silent gill
The receding lashed wake of their voiceless harmony
On empty beach its effervescence it did instill


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 | Free verse | |

Live Free Or Die

When the day turns into night
And the night into day
We will ignite 
With a vow to never obey

Stripping our rights
And still calling us free
Our future you will rewrite 
And you call it liberty

We have a voice 
Which must be heard
You have made your choice
And it must be answered

We will not cower
We will not falter 
Not even from all your power
Not even when faced with your soldier


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such 
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful 
memories of the love we made…

No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with 
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of 
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times 
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your 
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ 
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an 
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never 
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in 
eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on 
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with 
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since 
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, 
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon 
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest  n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love 
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ 
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the 
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood 
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as 
their fateful love turned to dust…


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Five: The Great Destroyer

The thousand arms of Lucy come beating on my door at that very second my instincts set on soul survival first I run and dodge them then I fight the losing fight until I am surrounded by a never ending night every direction wicked I don't know which is best is the fight still worth fighting when we have such little left? A needle in the darkness is suddenly stabbing me everything is a warning caught in hypersensitivity everything destroys me hurts me to the bone but I continue forward until I am far from home Lucifer and his army of degenerated brains existing in a real world like pawns in his warped game the world is all here, with the veil cast upon us you must now ask your God, why would he want us? Why would he need us? when he holds so much power acting brave until the chains pull with such force downward now we are enslaved to the void that forms before us little being known that we are in motion to be the great destroyer


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Titanic Letters contest

I write this poem from my heart
As I set off on my fresh new start
A woman of the age of nineteen
Leaving her family for this American dream
With just this napkin and worn out ink
I rest this night under Gods eyes and think
Of all that I am leaving behind
To make sure my little boy and I will be just fine
The ticket cost more than we could afford
But while the captain said "all aboard"
I knew it was my last chance to truly live
And have a chance to someday give
These little hands the ability to play
Lord give us strength is what I pray
From nine to two im committed to dine
On deck with musical fingers that chime
Then again at six for dinner time
Seriate this ship while they enjoy evening wine
Though they will make money off me
My only song and melody
Will sound across the ocean floor
Free at last my wings shall finally soar
And when he’s older he will understand
A mother’s love and faithful hands
Directed his destiny to new borders
While voyaging on still waters
When he’s grown he will know no lack
For all his wealth will be in tact
I end this write until part two
My payment now I must pursue,
Day three on this exquisite sea
The people have been quite nice to me
They house me and my angel all for free
While I keep playing so eloquently
I know we will soon be there
A man offered us to stay in his care
All if I will teach his wife
To dance on zebra keys with abundent life
The lavish life I can plainly see
Never again will we feel pity,
Why are people screaming upstairs?
Ill finish my line for down here I’m unaware
This poem I keep sown in his pocket
For my son you will look back and it will be your cherished locket...

I sit here and look at all my land,
I wish for a moment I was still in your hands,
Dear mother you sacrificed your life for me,
That night our ship of dreams lost its identity,
Now grown and wise,
With your gental green eyes,
This piece of you is all I got,
As I write, my stomach is in knots,
Even though I was only two,
I remember all that you went through,
Wrapping me in a little tote,
Slipping me in that safety boat,
For many had to stay on deck,
While the ocean engulfed that wreck,
And only the rich could really survive,
Dear mother I was your wealth that’s how you kept me alive,
You have never left my sleeves,
I keep your words sown as part of me,
I know that you’re playing For God and all his angelic bliss
I end this journal entry with a cherished kiss.

By; Sabina Nicole
Titanic contest


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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!!!!


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Will we ever understand

The waves of death...

"What a wonderful world we live in",
Are the words that are frequently said. 
But an earthquake in Asia some years ago, 
Left thousands of people dead. 

An earthquake borne from far within,
This planets deep blue sea. 
Islands and countries forever scarred,
By a raging tsunami.

To witness such acts of nature,
Hearing screams and deathly squeals. 
The waters relentless advancing force,
Gripping at peoples heels. 
Trains tossed aside like childrens toys,
While bodies flow on by. 
Thousands trapped beneath the waves,
How could so many die? 

As waters receded, only then did we see,
What destruction was lain in our path. 
Bodies and buildings entombed in mud,
A product of natures wrath.

Bodies strewn across the plains,
Once blessed by Gods' own hand. 
Orphans and widows left in its wake,
Will we ever understand? 

Such a disaster never seen before,
Brought on by a killer tide. 
May we never see its like again,
And may God always be at your side...


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My World

When someone gives me a penny for my thoughts
They end up putting their two cents in
Because by then they are actually caught
Deep in the intense, immense conversation
How would you handle my situation?
Better be firm when you stand tall
Or you will surely fall
(Too weak to defeat the devastation)
Look at you how
You’re lying on the ground
Feeling like a sissy now
(After your castration)
The road I tread is a hard walk with the dead
Full of potholes in the dark
And a smoke-ring as a halo on my head
If you think you can see like me
And you think you can suck up a long journey
Then live in my world and try to endure
A living hell on this wicked/beautiful earth

Maybe, just maybe
If you get lucky
You will eventually
See the wicked world through one eye
And a beautiful life through the other
At the same time
Side-by-side at the nasal line
And that I say is the only way
But why would anybody want to try
To live my life

Want to feel my pain?
How much you think you can take?
I couldn’t give it to you
Even if I wanted to
So don’t bother because you can’t relate
Don’t ever speak out against me in a debate
I will verbally leave you trashed
Probably crapping in your pants
Don’t get me going because once I get started
Missiles will be flowing in your ears and blowing
Down at the little man getting bombarded
A feeble mind now feeling retarded
-- And before you crap your pants, you farted –


My words will lobotomize
Synthesize a tone
That’s set to hypnotize
And place you in a zone
So prepare to set your bones on the grindstone
If you dare to go where I roam
Because in my world you’re a long way from home
-- Experience the terror, walk in these shoes alone –

Do battle with a deadly disease
Alone with no wife because she’s a cheat
Now you looking like a freak (so you think)
And you don’t sound normal whenever you speak
(You only have half a tongue and no damn teeth!)
You wear a hard scar for all to see
A hook of a mark that will now have to be
Accepted and respected and sported proudly
Expect to get rejected when you’re fishing in the sea
Because remember you look like a freak (so you think)
And you don’t sound normal whenever you speak
    
-Boz-


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TO ALL WHO HAS LOST A LOVED ONE

An apology from me life,
For as I will always say "read from my Anthology",
Trully I know the grief,the loss and the vacuum left in  your heart...Yes! all these I 
know, 
For I understand Man...Even his nature of sociology,
For as man will always puts it  "God giveth same he taketh" let it be thus a 
mythology,
For I life have brazen men to be tough,
Tis painful...Please dont turn it harmful,
Death is evident so learn from its Tutolology,
Clean your tears and take me with a strong right hand let me enhance your being
with my versed knowledge of Psychology,
For let GOD's will be done and let men be subject unto the laws of Cosmotology,
For I life have taught your lost one the truths of Escatology,
So let your mind be at Solemn rest for I love you more than the given laws of 
Biology. 



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Found You

Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow
beacon light empty from my soul
i hope and pray for a better life
i rise from the dark and desolated valley
flames withering my crippled palace
sadly crying for help
solid bitterness forever
sunlit dreams ever so beautiful
faith
destiny
nothing at all
justice 
freedom
lonely lives
ill brake through the chains
refuse night
midst whirl winds
honoring justice
vast oceans
i sit in my palace
blowing off steam
honoring justice ever so mean
work together and join hands
shameful despair 
hallowed daybreak
the tast of night
rolls down like waters
breaking through the hallowed hole
of my honored soul...


Details | I do not know? | |

Titantic Life

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


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Ronin 38

When a body dies there is a split second slackness
and softening in the eyes as the soul leaves the shell
a mutual acceptance by body and that which is beyond
that the partnership has ended
when the soul dies before the body
that which remains is consumed 
in anger betrayal confusion loss and abandonment
On my knees looking up through eyes filled with 
blood and dirt and the refuse of animals
digging hands clawing the earth like a wounded dog
trying to bury its own heart 
I see Him
Death stares smiling back from across a field
of broken harvested silent bamboo stumps
He knows his new pupil will not rest
until he has extracted his heavy toll
I seek I now hunt for my revenge


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the darkness seeks release

mentally enveloped with the psychological angularity of a multidimensional prism, thoughts infinitely circulating inside my brain slowly building like an aneurysm, i bring to sight revelations unveiled by a genius but still they all surround with skepticism. the darkness that once entered me is bound to break free eventually, a disposition where mass murder and famine both come essentially, a mastermind rises and succeeds where hitler had failed consequentially, a massacre of hidden variables constructing inside exponentially, a child broken and left for dead grows up to be a little disturbed mentally.


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A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !


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Good Morning To Betrayal -2-

5...4...3...2......1..GO! 
Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations

3...2...1.. 
You are ready to take your first flight!!!    
To a wondrous
Space of wonders

Good morning to a space glimpse!

Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine 
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background

Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered 
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space

Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?

Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal 

The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist 
It's inspired for awhile 
Replaced with a remarkable universe
 
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations? 
Cherished as my own 
favorite memory 

Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble

Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain

Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!

Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living 

Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity

Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy 
pancake 

Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky

Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks

Put your task aside for now 
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries

Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door

Along with a letter saying:

"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"


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life defined

I  have so many wounds that there is no way they can ever be healed. 
The kindest of hearts, I have turned them against me-
 running from and distrusting their intentions. 
I have hurt a lot of innocent souls that deserved so much more love and sacrifice.
 My heart screams for compassion as my diseased brain confuses 
my thoughts into a foggy web of unnatural feelings and unfounded sadness.
 The meaning of my pain and frustration hidden in words no human can translate. 
Where is the peace promised through love that exists only by voices from the past?
 What is truth but not a whisper of perception?
 Tears fail to sooth my weary spirit as it screams to escape a hell of battered flesh. 
Fear drags me into darkness and into crevasses that deepen
 each moment of every hour as I await my inevitable demise.
 The meaning of life may not be as elusive as pondered.
 Death is the destination therefore life must be the adventure,
 the trip from death to death.
 Before we live we are dead so death is our beginning and our end. 
Life is death in waiting.


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Song

Hook:
(One step left to complete your doom
Go through the door to complete my gain
Have you trapped in one of my mentality tombs
Turn around puttin' your pain in the fast lane
Metaphorically enough rain to drive a beautiful day insane
You and I will never think the same
You'll see when you press start on my game
The death you brought on yourself, I am not to blame)

___________________________________________________________________
The cars passing by faster than the bars
My mind is stuck like its been sitting in tar
Tryin to contemplate what to do
These hateful emotions are becoming true
Flowing out of my body devouring my soul
If the play's Insanity, My mind's the leading role
When you hear a sentence, I hear a lyric
Takes awhile for you to understand when you hear it
The monsters goblins hoblins and kings
Because kings are the most powerful fiends
Taking away all your strength to
Get through whatever you've gotten into
Driving me away from being sane
These illusions keep causing pain
Seeing all the ominous beings and demons
I wish i could stop seeing them, I gotta stop dreamin

(Hook)

The Disillusions of the nightmares
My demons just stand right there
Stinging my mind like a swarm of bees
Creatures are having their own fantasies
All I hear are the screams of the tormented
A normal person would ask if I'm demented
The pain, Body soaked in sorrow
Dead in the eyes of the world of tomorrow
I know I'm twisted, Don't make it a label
These rhymes turning happy? That's just a fable
When people talk about death, It leaves a silence
Because in their mind the hate and quiet leads to violence
I am not a nice person I'll slit your throat
Turn around throw you down a well feed you to a goat
If joy is what you're seeking
Run away, I'm not a human being

(Hook)

Like the ocean to the rock, The knife cuts the skin
Resurrection may happen a new life will begin
Maybe he'll hang himself chokin' on his blood
Rain tears the rope, body falls into mud
as the family attends the rough funeral
Everyone wonders why did you go?
No one could understand his mentality
Aunt Patty asks "How could he? He baffles me!"
People thought he had the strength for problems
But he was tormented by goons and goblins
Didn't have the power to push through the days
He thought of it in so many ways
He had 2 brothers one hood one good
Wishin' they could see the real him but no one could
Only if he ever just had a friend
No one knew about him until the very end

(Hook)


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Tornado

Look up in the sky! Such a frightening sight! the winds are a churning in horizontal flight!

It started with hail slamming down to the ground, then no showboating, things were floating, when you looked all around, I saw a cow, I don,t know how, being lifted up in the air!

Confounded and astounded, I must find a way to get out of here!

Suddenly! through the dark cloud a strange thing did appear, an extremely loud funnel cloud, that my eyes and ears could not bear.

A huge and great menace, it moved most supernaturally, this wondrous wind wonder hadn't left me anyplace to flee!

With nowheres to run and lil time left to wait, I threw out my hands in prayer and accepted my fate.


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nightmares

the taste of air, dry on your tongue,
the sounds of nothing, of songs unsung.
the feeling of ghost bumps, prickling your neck,
the smell of blood, bodies are wrecked.
the view of darkness, the sky and stars
these are what nightmares are.

the smile of a friend, as they realize their fate.
the tears on your face, 'cause you know its to late.
the laugh of a murderer, cocking his gun,
the scream of a kid, as he has his fun.
street lights, abandoned cars,
these are what nightmares are.

the voices plotting inside your head,
the monsters screaming under your bed.
he feeling os someones eyes or your neck,
the scrape of a blade as it puts you to death.
your arms, the regretful scars
these are what nightmares are.


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It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


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Broken Promises in the Stream

In the stream I can see you and me.
We’re flowing aimlessly. 
We’re just drifting away,
Coiling loose where we lay!
The word of gold engraved in stone.
Hearts of one that fused by two,
The eyes of wisdom are in the eyes of you.
I just want to go home!
Broken promises in the stream or so it seems.
In the stream I can hear you and me.
We’re flowing aimlessly.
Drifting further down,
With very little sound!
The warmth of love covers over me,
The touch of love that fused by two,
The eyes of truth are in the eyes of you.
I want to believe!
Broken promises in the stream or so it seems.
In the stream I can feel you and me.
We’re flowing aimlessly.
Just drifting everywhere,
Without a care!
A place to belong secures the shelter around me.
The foundation we built that fused by two,
The eyes of God are in the eyes of you.
I want to see!
Broken promises flowing aimlessly in the stream or so it always seems!


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Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


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Tha Last Battle The Battle Of Armaggedon

Armageddon...

This world and all
 of it's confusion.
Shall one day reach a
 dramatic conclusion.

All of the wars and battles shall end.
That day our Messiah returns
 to earth again.

So much has clearly been said and written.
Concerning the final battle 
called Armageddon.

Have you been paying attention
 to the latest news.
Concerning the country of 
Israel and the Jews?

Israel will be alone that dreadful day.
All of the Jews will bow 
their heads to pray.

All at once... They'll look
 up into the sky!
Behold!  Their messiah 
returns from on high!

On a white horse...  Jesus and his 
army shall prevail.
All of man's weapons will be 
destroyed and fail.

He shall reveal himself, along 
with his pierced hands.
And will reign triumphant
 throughout the lands.

He shall rule and reign for 1000 years.
There'll be peace and ;joy. 
 No more tears.

Will you be with him when he returns?
Or here on earth... as this world burns?

Heaven or hell.  Which will be
 your home?
The choice is yours.  And yours alone...

By JIm Pemberton  03/10/09


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No ones to blame, that your soul is put to shame

I don't understand, how i'm blame to be the biggest sin the world can see. you're little tall tails, you try and make the people believe are all hopeless, just like the heart inside of you beats. i'm breathing like i always do, i'm not gonna miss a single breath over you. when you're the one, that's suppose to be here for me, even when death captures the life of me. sadly, you're mistaken, for the life you've overtaken. the life of a drugged out temptresses is not a life to lead, thats why you aren't my example of the future to me. i don't want to be the one that is always the one to plead, for money, for sex, for looks, oh you're something i've learned to not be from those certain books. you weren't there for me to write, when you were suppose to be, the introduction author about the life of me. the life of me, how interesting can that be? well, i must say, you helped me be able to write about a girl who has been terribly betrayed. where's my mother, the one whose suppose to be like none other? you gave me no one, but myself to look up too.


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What you are made up to be

foolish within that shows through the skin, you're hopeless but hoping for the worst for me. I don't care for you, and never will. You will see when you burn in hell, in the future near you'll see that I wasn't the one wrong, so don't try to be sincere. You think it's all about you, when the truth is no one wants anything to do with you. You've already over thought it all, and now you're all alone starring at the wall. I bet you realize now that the pain you feel you caused yourself. Within in all, comes the suffering of withdraw. All the pills that you've swallowed won't save your sorrow.


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POST MY REPLY

I stab my aggrivating computer in loathe 
Strike me on fire...below the stove

It's still loading...
giving me loads of trash 
Throw me in the treshold for crying out loud!
Oh, I have something to mend-- looks like a rash!
I'm swinging upside down; I'm in total doubt! 

I relied on my reply!
Look how it repays me--
It purposely deletes my post
I'd rather you except it, you maddening control-freak!
Ah, I really need to hold my tongue...

Computers are absolutely unpredictable (a total distraction I must add!)
Much like math of some sort-- solving a bogus fraction!

PLEASE just post my reply!
I would be greatly appreciated!


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. XII

"Take shelter this eve
with the merchant
guards, found upon 
the merry courts 
of the south-western
district.  Upon your
arrival, they will send
a messenger to inform thy, 
your dire needs for 
labor.  Assistance and 
comfort will be 
offered and in secret,
for the King. . . I am 
grievous. . . usher you
ill-sorrows if discovered."

Alarumdives, the troubled
Prince of compassion, met 
his love, eye to eye, sharing
tears, they did embrace.
"Geinere you must
leave Wales upon, I 
am sorry."
"Alarumdives, I am so,
so sorry. . . ."

As Geinere found
refuge her labors
came quickly, within
days.  The merry merchant
guards, at no delay, jestered 
and provided for a 
midwife to aid Geinere.
Amidst the burdenous
nurturance, a gentle
baby boy was brought into 
this dark world of hate 
and envy.  Geinere
vowed to herself
to love this dear child.
A world torn apart, 
hers to divinity and 
righteousness.
His name Adamme, 
rightly chosen
out of sin,
for the essence of 
God did answer
poor Geinere's demands
for redemption.  
For it was upon 
the child's first 
birthday, that Geinere
was enlightened and 
faith instilled.  
A parchment read
while living amongst 
the commons of great
Scotland, 

". . . the Prince Alarumdives,
now King of Wales, to celebrate
his one year reunion and 
exaltation to the kingdom 
of thine, glorious Wales."
As this bit of revelry
chimed within Geinere's
soul, she discovered upon 
inquiry, that the late
King of Wales had fallen 
ill and to his grave,
one year prior. . . .


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The day America woke up

Lives were lost,
Tears were shed.

Wives and husbands
Now lay alone in their beds.

Parents lost children,
And children lost parents.

It was a day that we all will remember.

They tried to fight
They tried to save,
Tried to outrun the burning buildings
That were fallen that day.

THe airplanes flew,
But no one knew
Except the ones in the plane.

Smashing into the buildings...
Where the people watched.

And America finally woke up.

All the fighting,
All the suffering...
Searching for those in the dust.

From watching the buildings fall
To people running for their lives.

Never will we forget the day
We were under attack-
Never will we forget those who lost their lives.
To the ones who didn't have a care in the world.

September 11th 2001,
In our hearts it has become.


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My World (cont.)

(Cont. My World pt.1)

Have you heard enough? Still think you’re tough?
I’ll stare right through you and call your bluff
See, you’ll never have the upper hand
When dealing this hand
Understand little man?
Do yourself a favor
Go savor the flavor of ignorance and bliss
Because nobody wants any of this
Do you prefer the flavor of eating "crap & piss"?
Didn’t think so, so you better go and hurl
And forget you ever stepped into my world
Go back to the land of “love, hugs & kisses”
Because I’m getting tired of talking
And by now you should really miss it

Stay away from my domain
Or remain terminally insane
Walking around tweaked-out in the brain
Just leave me alone to deal with all this
But before you split, you have to admit…
..Isn’t life a trip?

-Boz-


This poem was written in February of 2004 during the beginning of my long recovery. It is 
actually one long poem broken in two. I used writing as a form of "venting" my emotions 
and discovered it helped me to maintain my sanity and grant me the power to overcome, 
what seemed to be, impossible odds. A few choice words had to be.......redefined...in order 
to post this poem. This is about as initimate on a personal level I can get in connection with 
the reader.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Brother Friend

I always came to you when i was hurting
You were always there 
Whenever i needed a shoulder to cry on
I could always talk to you about anything
You always listened
And gave me advice 
Whether i heeded it or not
You were right beside me 
All the time..
Now i come to find you 
And youre the one broken;
The one whos hurting
You were always so strong,
But now i hold you in my arms
While you sob your heart out
Grief-stricken
Teling me everything
It was always the other way;
Me crying,you comforting
But now YOU need ME
How long have you held this pain inside?
Im sorry-
Cry now,ill hold onto you..


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All Alone

On a dark and stormy morning, 
You left me all alone. 
I thought you were only joking, 
but you were doing this to hurt me. 

I thought you really liked me, 
but now I see that you don't. 
You left me all alone, 
with no one who really cared. 

You were the only one who I could trust, 
but now I cant. 
Because you left me all alone, 
with no one to trust. 

But I don't care anymore now. 
Because I found someone who I can trust and will always care for me, 
he promised me that he will never leave my side. 
He healed all my heart aches,
he healed my broken heart, 
that you left just to die. 

I have one thing to tell you . 
If you leave me then you lost me forever. 
So leave me now and I will be able to forget about most of my past, 
for now I'll just have to stick with my heart aches,
 and my scarred wrists being healed right now. 


Details | Free verse | |

Turning Anguish part 1

5/21/11-5/22/11
I rule over the night
undaunted with all my might
I have time to spare all I can bare
Watching the hand chime 
tugging…pushing…shoving
through whirling toil
that feed the spoil
Perplexing strife
refusing to give up 
Power and torment 
 
We are too caught up in our own power
and ruling over each passing moment
each passing night…destroying the twin towers
 
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?

I’m tossed…shifting around with uncontrolled anguish 
Zipping…tripping over rambling bolts
spiraling into a mad house
Don’t enchant your intolerable voice
I see no love dwelling in this household
Do you seek for your power…
you insufferable traitor?

Seeking our upcoming doom
brewing strife in the heap of ruins
brewing strife while we still leave room
to obey and remain under power
You are assuming the worst 
father…mother…
rule over the passing anguish…circling around
stumbling around…not aware 
Hey you! play fair

Behave and stay awhile
before you feed the fire that holds sheer vile
Allow love to not be thrown away
into another pile

I grasp no love engrained 
In our giving garden
that plants ceaseless approval  
Pardon my faults
I was far from comforting sleep

Dread is driven mysteriously 
Through an endless night
Moving on the tracks 
Forming into an alarming train

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
Who did the labor suitably?

worthwhile father…pleasure-seeking mother
Don’t enchant your intolerable voices
and expect us to listen sensibly 
Demanding us to do labor
and assist our displeased neighbor
Why do you melt the delight away?
Throwing away a flavor of ecstasy
and put us to glove-less labor
without putting our favor and opinion
into the overlooked pile

Burning agony
dries the buried glee
Saved for a grieving moment
Playing like a warped tune… unable to express
solitude that develops in the heart
raped by the ragged uncertainties 
without taking heed of our pleas

These desirable moments
Cherished in the deplorable journey 
They weren’t acknowledged by power
Love in those days were brand new
Do you have a clue?
they were cherished...
Bountiful…
stranded in a deserted past
in merciful beauty…caught under the spell

Where did that come to pass?
Where’s the love?
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?


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The Great Pretender

I want to write the perfect poem
 
I know it's out there somewhere
 
Searching for home
 
I want to sing the world's most beautiful song
 
I know it's out there somewhere
 
Longing to belong
 
I want to paint the most beautiful scene
 
With all of Vincent's beautiful colors
 
Red, blue, yellow, purple, lavender and green
 
I want to write the picture perfect ending
 
I want you to love me
 
But I shouldn't go on pretending


Details | Epic | |

Keagan, Innocence lost

Dear stupid diary,

I woke up, had my cup of coffee, fixed my hair and painted my face. Pretty normal morning, thought I’d call a friend see if they wanted to meet up or maybe go see my boyfriend Calvin and go to the mall or something. I didn't know that I would become so angry so soon in the day. My friend Mickey called, I've known her since my freshman year back at barlow, she was a quiet pip squeak mouse and I was the big mouthed, girl that everyone knew. Shes been my best friend since forever, shes like my sister. Anyway she called crying, hardly able to hear the words over her gasps. Her baby nephew died, in his sleep. Not even one year old and gone, want to know how they found him? His older brother, only four years old, was crying, holding his little body trying to wake him up. Kaden was screaming cause he didn't understand why his baby brother wouldn't get up and play with him like he always did after naps. How could a baby die? Just like that, happy and laughing one minute then gone. It's bull*****like this that proves my point; there is no god. No all mighty, no one power, no anything. You cannot pray and ask him back, you cannot beg and plead for him to return your son, you only get silence and a mothers cry. I am so angry at the world, so angry! Why do rapists, abusers, child molesters, criminals get to live but little children don't get to start living. The ones who could change the world, the ones who will be someones soulmate, president, the one who finds the cure for cancer. They all die, innocent faces, tiny fingers and toes, bright eyes, why don't they get a chance to prove they are worth the world. Right now His mom and dad, Chris and Candice, are sitting in a cold, sterile lobby waiting, just waiting to hear how their beautiful son died. To the doctor it's just another case, another dead body, but no his name was Keagen and his wasn't even one. So take a moment and think: how could such a amazing baby die. Is there really a god or is it all a lie. I’m betting it's all just a ****ing lie!


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Eve- The Death of Innocence

Links in a chain remind me of floats in a parade come crashing together hard like a veil over a charade the truth now exposed in a vessel named Eve who lays there naked holding her breasts firm, in plain view Her heart goes into an arrest you can see her pain as she quivers violently dying no use crying now that her end has come she knows shes just begun a certain virgin cycle just one of the disciples could follow her new way A pile of guilty ashes portray a world innocent no more all burned out by evil forces their plain white noises echo as screams in my dreams that quickly turn to new nightmares of such a beautiful ending that gives resemblance to an empire of innocence crumbling down like a chain Eve was her name


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WAR OF LILIES AND OF ROSES (On the rape of Lucrece)

WAR OF LILIES AND OF ROSES

Lilies white, blushing with red roses sweet
A lily-rose fair, unstained, Rome's virtuous Lucrece
Of beauty so strong, even in desire, men doth retreat. 

Sextus Tarquinius vile with the lust that men enclose
Defiant, would defile, such a flawless rose
Unable to repose his swelling desire
Enraged by her beauty, to merely admire
Nympholeptic he, to acquire    
Lucrece of the rose rubbed cheeks and lily white face
In lust Sextus Tarquinius wist wilt and debase 
And force open lily white thighs 
	deified
  		   he	
		     defiled
				   she
To wrench such peddles enclosed
Ravaging such a sacred lily, rose
	eros
	     sore
		     bled
Till white stained red, both thigh and bed
Leaving such a sweet flower torn, alive
So, polluted, no longer chaste, she with dagger neat
Did drive sharp between her bosom's blossom, sweet
Which did anoint red the sheet
Roses spilled; lilies retreat.

Death be sweet and release 
Rome's sweet Lucrece

Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


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The Falling: part I

Noise. 

Loud noise.

but it was not just noise, no, not to her.
It was the wild cries from the heavens, calling out to her, reassuring her that everything will be ok, that there is somebody out there who understands, who is just like her.
She emerges from her throne, in her cold, abandon dungon, in her lonly, abandon castle where she is kept prisoner. Kept prisoner from her dreams, her temptations, herself.

Serenity.
Bliss.

The scent stunns her.
Memories from her former life proceed to play like a movie in her memory...
a movie that she can not pause, can not forget.
She stumbles, -afraid to move for the thought that this magical moment may dissapear if she becomes too hasty- to her only escape.
Destroying the barriers that stand in her path.

Ice cold.
Refreshing.
The tiny rain drops fall from the sky,
releasing her temporarily from her own personal hell.
From judgment.
From criticism.
From the abandonment that overpowers her.

Lifting her pale, desolate face to the sky
she lets the rain wash away...
Wash away the hate
Wash away the pain
Wash away the lonliness
Wash away her...in the end.

She cries.
No one would notice, the rain unselfishly disguises her pain so any on lookers would assume that the moisture is just from the malicious storm.
The wind.
So rude, so loud, whips past her.
Attempting to knock the fragile being to the ground.
But she is strong, stronger than she thinks.
She is not phased by it's attempt.
Mother nature is kind.
The heavens cry out again,
begging the young girl to remember, to be happy.
But she cannot.
She can't breath.
She can't think.
Her heart stopped beating a long time ago.
Stopped dead in her lonly, broken chest,
and the heavens cannot understand why

No one can.
But no ones ever tried.
Suddenly, the vicious winds attack her once more,
this time getting a reaction.
A violent tremmor shakes her body
raising goosebumbps on her skin.
She barely notices.
Her imagination runs free, 
unleashing all her memories, all her former happiness.
They all consist of Him.....


Details | Epitaph | |

I Remember Halloween

The sun went down too quick, 
Our own planet on that hill.
We'd settled for the tricks,
Or treats took form of pills.
The leaves has just started falling,
Gave life to dead, grey streets.
I never heard myself calling,
As I clung tight to my seat.

I was so dead to fall,
Inside that cold sidewalk.
It was so hard to be, 
The September we used to see.
You just let go,
And I let myself fall with you.
Never have I felt so cold,
Never have you seemed so blue.

The car ran off the ledge.
The water so cold and null. 
In our cancerous explosion of love,
The stars above seemed to dull.
As we lay on the shore,
We realized we were wrong.
Everything we thought we knew about music,
Everything we though we knew about love.

And you told me, your voice still strong,
"Say every word like it's a poem,
And your voice becomes the song."

I don't remember the end,
Or any day between.
But I'll always remember your face,
I remember Halloween.


Details | Epic | |

My Last Cry

There are no words to describe how i feel inside, so much has happened that i feel like i been hit by a tide. I can feel how my heart starts to darken more and more, I can feel my heart being wrapped in a dark cloche, but what for? I try to cry it out, but no tears would fall, I try to yell it out but no voice would call. The depression inside this heart wants to explode, but i am afraid that if it does a lot of people might get hurt. Speaking out the last words of a human hurts to the core, giving up and ending everything i just want it more and more. My Last Cry, everyone will hear, because i have cried my last and only tear. I will leave with a mark that will tell people that i lived a good life, good only to my eyes, because to others a beast life is pointless. So i am sorry my friend but my breath has gone clean out of me, I wish there was just some way that i could show you so you can see. This is far to hard to do, just to let everything go and forget about everything, but don't forget, this is My Last Cry, so I'll try anything. Goodbye my one and only, Goodbye my sweet sweet ......
PS: This is not a suicidal note.


Details | I do not know? | |

the sounds of my life

"moo" goes the cow, the story book says
"slice" goes the knife through your best friends head
"whish" goes the wind through the pitch black night
these are the sounds of my life.

"shuffle" goes the feet creeping in the hall
"help" goes the girl her very last call
the silence of tears because of this knife
these are the sounds of my life.

"scratch" goes the chalk on the teachers board
"click, boom" goes the bomb on an electric cord
"sob" goes the man who lost his wife
these are the sounds of my life.


Details | Free verse | |

Today's night

As of today 
This dreary dark moonlight day
When only the evil lurks
It devastates
Why does this cool moon breeze petrify my face
With this smurk not that of pure smile
But of a silent evil and of a un-pure light 
That shine dark and vivid 


Details | Free verse | |

ronin 32

Stone pebbles crush beneath my sandals
All thoughts of passion and desire now quiet
and kept deep within me locked away for now
Duty demands my return 
pace quickening
if nothing more than distraction from myself
A return to the warrior once again
Who tramples quick and hard upon this road
as if his feet hate the earth itself


Details | Free verse | |

The Man in Haste

i wonder when will all these nightmares come to an end
i breathe but i'm not happy
i just fight with everybody i come across
what i see in their eyes is mock and ridicule
i feel weak,not to speak to my dearest ones
what is it that made me who i am today?
is it my past or my ambitions for a bright future?
it's clear that my future is not promising 
it's because i turned down the only thing 
that many people think it would have made me 
the man they always wanted me to be


Details | Free verse | |

Silent Wars -2-

My screams are void
Throughout the circulation of this solid room
Distracted by the solemn night
Interrupted by blurred groans
Sincere in its integrity 

Drums are beating, 
eating away the deserted sanctuary
Echoes of cruel sounds mix together 
as the wind formulates around an unavoidable night 

Silent wars has awaken from its casket
Rising up to kidnap the faithful and discernment building up in the household
Kidnapping the love
Throwing away sincere awareness

I finally could utter a few questions to you...

Tell me...who wins? 
Who has gone astray...missing forever?

I finally will tell you the distinguished truth 

Frankly, my dear friend, 
No one knows in silent wars


Details | Free verse | |

black dove

black dove wont bring messages of peace
but leaves nightmares for you to keep
flits her wings, begins to fly
watches as the others die

black dove brings messages of death
count to ten and hold your breath
brings sorrow into worldly lives
and watches as the others die

steel beak and black wings
knows only of one thing to bring
doesnt know the word survive
while she watches as the others die

comes tragically, yet makes no sound
stills the wind and breaks the ground
forgotten what it means to cry
as she leaves the others while they die




Details | I do not know? | |

Old flame

A fiery rage burns inside my heart.
I placed it there when things fell apart.
And I dream someday I can put it out.
That pieces of me wont be left lying around.
Ive hidden away so that I can escape.
Because this anger in me has turned into hate
A long overload of pain and regret.
Has left me in shame and I just cant forget.


Details | Couplet | |

Demons Below

go ahead with the the lies coming out of your mouth when you know that in the end the truth all comes out. everytime you go to bed, the demons awaken your soul to torcher and tear away what's left of your control. they'll tear you apart, don't underestimate the power of the dead when they just began to start. for each sin you've made comes another demon on the way. just remember there's no good in the world anymore, so there's no point in trying to lock your door. evil spelled backwards is live so evil is what we live for. don't try and deny it because if you really think about it anyone can defy it.


Details | Free verse | |

to see the future

Possibility the hope of a better outcome down the long beaten trail.
A glimpse into the future what will it bring what obstacles will it entail.
Tomorrow holds the key to the secrets of life and the enigma called man.
Uncertainty grips me tight over chest a mortal outside of some grander plan.
Eyes of flesh are blind to moments outside there primitive reach.
If only i could bend the path of time what wonders i could teach.
Will I see a world in unity and trust or will it stay the same hanging on doom.
Divine guidance or newest science can let any being see past there tomb
Sensation over my eyes seconds pass and i believe this is long awaited vision.
Color painted walls play out the scene no god no religion.
Impact of my quick return to the present time and the relative space.
The truth of the puzzle is impossible to accept cant look it face to face
A subtle fear engulfs my soul now I know things no mortal should know
My quest complete with no satisfaction life should pass slow.
Burning my vision the future scenes re played and I'm losing my mind.
With a knife i dig out both moist orbs pain is great instantly blind.
Maybe now i can live  out my days an eyeless old fool
Faint tired i fall to the ground loss to much blood I'm expiring in my own viscous red pool


Details | Ballade | |

BETRAYED !

Let down again by family and friends...
Lies and hatred will it never end ?
They say one thing and mean another...
Looking out for only themselves.
It's about the dollars...
They crush your dreams and burn a brother,
Shouting and stealing...
Are you really my Mother ?
How SAD it is...
It makes me cry !
I can NOT trust my own blood Brothers,
Dad or Mother !
They cheat Me worse than the others...
To Me they will not even lend.
So I have learned My one true friend,
Is JESUS Christ until the end !

                                                                    by Perri Voge


Details | I do not know? | |

Move on

A feeling of feelings that i cannot understand,
my life and my love, where will it land?
I've fallen down and don't know where i am,
there is something missing and i do give a damn.
I love that something, so very much,
now it's gone, with no sound & no touch.
I try to move on & make a new start,
But how is this done? when they've taken my heart.


Details | Epic | |

Smoking Mad

Smoke transports itself in every room 
Devastating aroma given by the chef's creativity 
Butchering the bruises off from a deformed potato
Shaping potatoes with a single zap of a chef's favorite knife 
Grease prevailing the crisps...smoke torments the eyes 

Maddening the hungry carnivores,
Begging for protein and strength
Wanting steaming steak instead of crispy fries  
Horror surges in this hesitant hour 
Bringing my life close at stake 

Arms and limbs butchered in yanking gore 
Leaving my bones and remains on the kitchen floor 

You despicable carnivores,
Are you smoking mad?


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Yes Ye Will-Will Come

Oh, how it is so much fun
All having been given a choice
You can hear it in their voice
As we all dance and play in the sun

The there are many who shall turn and run
Living a continuous life of evil
End the end it will only bring upheaval
In truth their virtue, they have none


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You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


Details | Free verse | |

An Exodus Storm

Deep within the clouds, Astounding energy surges in their bottomless oblivion Echoes are heard in the land below the clouds, signaling a storm Warnings spread about in the village and commotion began to take its toll A glowering storm is heading their way They got to hide or else…they’ll meet their fate A haunting storm is about to prevail They got to run or else…they’ll yield to their departure They’re facing hopeless departure They’re losing their minds They’re screaming for help, but it’s a blur They’re overlooking their grinds There is no way to outrun The exodus storm


Details | Ballad | |

Little Girl

I have a reason, for what I do.

But it would not, make sense to you.

I love the children, oh too much.

Just so much, I want to touch.

With candy and sweets, I lure them in.

And then the fun, really begins.

I'm not sex-minded, not today.

I would never touch them, in that way.

Some call me evil, some say I'm insane.

I do have a reason, I just can't explain.

You see the kids, are nothing more to me.

Than tiny bodies, with parts I need.

I lost something of mine, I want it back.

My only girl, had a heart attack.

I tried to save her, but I was too late.

I locked myself up, furious with hate.

I stayed there for weeks, writhing in pain.

Until I realized her death, was not in vain.

I figured out, I could change fate!

The tables have turned, I was not too late!

I could remake her, only better!

This way I would never forget her!

With an eye from Tanya, an arm from Sue.

I realized what I had to do.

On the night of revival, all parts were in place.

I'll never forget, the look on her face.

There she lay, on the beach of Lake Pearl.

Beautiful as hell, daddy's little girl.


Details | Free verse | |

The Deciever

You are the liar.
You are the deciever.
I recieve it all.
The arrows that are cast from your bow,
Intend to tear me apart,
Create it,
Make it harsh,
Blood red,
And slow.

You are elusive,
Only your eyes take shape in a darkness like this.
A ghost in contrast,
But even in this kind of situation,
Filled with absolute death and fear,
And nowhere to run,
You were not that crafty,
You are just not original, my dear.

You are a giant,
Of epic proportions!
Towering over the cities of spiders and roses and flies,
I am just as small,
Stalk all you want,
Terrorize the lesser things in life.
You stoop and spit in my face,
Attempt to scare me away,
But I won't break away because it is only a disguise.

You are no better,
Than any one else.
But you do have one thing that I can mention...
It's not admirable,
But it is worth the quotation,
I'll fashion this warning for others to come.
When they shake your hand,
They will know what you have done..
And you will look behind and see me smiling,
I was the lesser in life to you...

You are the liar.
You are the deciever.
I will no longer recieve it all.


Details | Elegy | |

CHIEFTAINS OF THE LAND

The dim past houses warriors of yesterday
whose  lachrymose trail of tears 
continue to whet the sympathy of one diehard
dilettante commissar born and bred
upon the soil those indigenous Tribes 
(with that ill-fitting misnomer of noble savages)
left their legendary mythic and epic legions of prowess
yet fell prey to a mightier force
whereby treasonous treaties played on innocence and naiveté 
interestingly and ironically enough memorializing such mighty peoples
thru place names and sports teams
which patronage ranks as mere condescension
and barely compensates for compensation and vindication 
for genocide plus gross mistreatment and sacrilege
of token Native American remnants
corralled on dirt poor reservations
still evoking the tormented ghosts of a forgotten time.


Details | Free verse | |

Deny The Lies

Deny the lies
Remember the cries that I utter
I fear this...I fear that
Someone will eavesdrop
  
And deny those implicit lies
They don't see it
They won't believe it
I can't hide my confessions

My bones are no longer fit to fight

If you only knew what kind of rejections
I face every day
Now this world has turned away

Deny these filthy lies
Don't creep in on them
No one told me you were leaving
Stricken by words
Crippled by your powerless passions

You will never know
I have been tripped with your outbursts
Don't bother...leave me in the dust
You must
Return with all the hope you have left

Yet there's a feeling of betrayal
Your face is awfully pale

Disguise as a defender 
Don't be embraced by vultures
Run as you can...
Toil and misery is waiting beneath your bed with lacking, misleading eyes
Greed is rushing through me...your innocent...you could defend yourself

I am angry and torn by discernment 

Deny the lies
It's almost like a crooked radio repeating a verse that's dragging

Do you realize it is a reaction
That separated 
The truth and twisted it into violence

Acid is crawling side to side
Get ready to collide
I am wrapped in dripping lies
Deny this...I told you so

Enraptured deadness
Sweeps upon a destroyed village
We can explore it 
It would be unreal
We don't have to pay a deal

I hear your cries
But I can't help but remind you
Deny the lies

Though life's a trampled street

Deny the lies


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Splashes of Hue, Vincent, and me

they're not listening still
 
explore with me if you will
vibrant colors
 
that could kill
 
explode with me
into Vincent Van Goht's
 
insanity
 
where we shall see
the beautiful side
 
of Huemanity
 
paint my picture
grey, red, yellow, and blue
 
color me
like lovers sometimes do
 
and draw pictures
like Vincent once drew
 
surrendering shadows of me
suffocated by shades of you
 
splashes of Vincent
suddenly come into view
 
watch grey doves take flight
into this starry starry night
flying high with all of their might

 
among a cascade of red shooting stars
leaving behind purple scars
diving into the vivid blue rain
 
they pass through a lover's pain
stroll along a memory's lane
and crash into an artist's stain
 
where only hopes and dreams
and memories of Hue and Vincent
and me
 
remain




Details | Free verse | |

Refuse My Offer

Sinking in sweltering fire 
Angst rooting me to the spot 
This denial-- feeding the liar 
I swim in no emotion...much like a robot

Drunk by the flooded regret 
Many the times you refuse my offer 
All the time you refuse it, it forms a flood; masked with a tidal suicide

Your hoarse whispers refusing my cries
Wanting the best of my anger 
Afflicting bafflement and torture
To a headstrong form

You wicked witch, 
You could never burn, can you?
Sweep me to your wicked plans 
Gaining witchcraft to burn out our limits 

Your encompassed spells makes us endure to your power
Your melting desire-- a sour,
Despicable sense of pride in your presence
Devours the paralyzing thoughts materializing into evil paradise 

You wicked witch, 
Could you ever burn, you cruel elder?

Your on the other side,
Tripping on eruptive highways 
Led astray by the senseless tide 
Materializing into erupting paradise 

Catch me in your web; 
get out of your corner, killer spider 
Drooling acidic lies on the pavement 
Led astray by fetching fatality in your entangled snare 

You already agreed to
refuse my offer 
Uncooperative in your 
bogus decisions 

I gave up persuading you to go the opposite direction
But your bogus arguments
Take advantage of my offer
And shriveled it in its denser reasonings

I'm a flaw to your 
sun-drenched heart 
I want to be apart of your belongings 
Tell me I'm not 
rotting in denial

You already agreed to
refuse my offer 
Uncooperative in your 
stranger decisions 

Your amusing, foolish girl
You have a giving heart
But yet you'll refuse my blissful offer

Mock my presence, foolish women
Remain a rueful scoffer 


Details | Ballad | |

' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


Details | I do not know? | |

Seasons

I looked in the mirror at a childhood disguise.
Those little hands that needed protection from a mother.
The clock is ticking so time is going.
A fear of no belief in his eyes tells a picture.
He wants to open his arms and catch everything.
It is always a feature for a kid not to realize the impacts of
What life has in store.
I knew I would grow one day and become something people
Would remember.
I didn’t realize harsh reality sinks in when a person becomes child to an
Adult.
The thinking process in the mind twenty-four seven that’s all life is really.
Seasons went by I didn’t realize what was happening to me.
Another turmoil creeping in so what shall I do to myself?
Cracks abound making waves all around.
I never knew I wasn’t that hot.
I was watching the grave time slot.

(Inspirational poem)
(Taken from my book called shock)


Details | I do not know? | |

Angel Like

She was so angel like,
Walking down the street
I was at a loss for words,
Everytime our eyes would meet

She was so angel like,
There was no one else quite like her
Her face lit up by the moonlight,
Everything else was a blur

She was so angel like,
She was all I ever thought about
She seemed almost perfect,
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

She was so angel like,
She had such radiant skin
It is like I wondered all of my life,
Exactly where has this girl been??

She was so angel like,
But then she passed at such a young age
The day that she died,
Is the day that I learned to hate


Details | Epic | |

Mixed Feelings

When people meet someone new, one individual (he and/or she) is either happy, sad, angry,
or really surprised. Is it just a bunch of different attitudes or just mood swings? It
seems that every human being is way too emotional, but they're not, which is really weird.
Maybe everybody should know what these mid-life/mixed feelings are. Every time I see a lot
of mixed-up feelings from one one too many people, it's like a possible chain reaction.
And when everybody watches the local news, they're either mad, sad, or glad like winning a
sporting event, auto accidents, or whatever. Even when two lovers get together, break up,
or rekindle their relationships, they still have mixed feelings for each other. And what
are these feelings doing to all of us human beings? They're taking us on a roller coaster
ride. But if this keeps up, who knows what might really happen next?


Details | Lyric | |

The Promises of Angel Wings

A soul departed, a life unlived
And yet, a heart still beats
Despite their best attempts,
A death, this person cheats.

They escape with just a mark on their wrist
But a tragedy on their heart
Living in the aftermath of survival
Is really just the start.

It gets worse as time moves on
And this person drifts away
As one wise poet tells us,
"Nothing gold can stay."

Not all memories can last forever
This young girl doesn't want to at all
She doesn't want to travel on into life
She refuses every letter, e-mail, and phone call.

She delves deeper into herself
And her once golden heart turns black
That's all that remains of this once-beautiful girl
Her soul is what she lacks.

The end of the road for this child
Comes sooner than many wish to believe 
She takes her own life and leaves behind
The promises of angel wings.


Details | Free verse | |

Evanescent Pastures

Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings 
Shades of green glistening in glory 
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley

A heart's main glee 
Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy

Bliss sinks in my marrow 
Pensive solitude, 
Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe 

Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until 
tomorrow
Together we'll make a strengthening converse 
Piety fitting in these periling times 

Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy
A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies
Childish features blurring my uncertain future 

Incessant in my trespasses
I draw near through deathly shadows
Moping in ceaseless torment 
Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement 

Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility 
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down, 
Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree 

Driven mad in knotting triumph 
Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum 
Numbed by flustering anxiety 
Cursing down this greedy society 

Whirling us back to 
Evanescent pastures
I'm dependent in this unordinary place
Though it leaves me with only disgrace 
Discontent by the isolated misfortune 

Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility 
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down, 
Fogging our interest of society, 
Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late 

Whirling us back to 
Evanescent pastures
Denying our repents out of revenge 
Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal 

Superb for a 
tranquilizing solitude  


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Little Victim

Little baby in the dark
Waiting for your chance to start
For days on end, you've been alone
Longing for a loving home

Tiny fingers, tiny toes
Mommy's blue eyes, Daddy's nose
More precious than a pot of gold
Or any treasure earth can hold

Dear Child, you'll never know your birth
For you've been denied your worth
The very ones you think you trust
Choose not to treat you fair and just

You'll never take life's first breath
Or cradle at your mother's breast
You'll never feel life's joys and pains
The sunshine's warmth, the cool, wet rain

So many things you'll never know
And numerous places you'll never go
Because, convenience rules the day
And selfish motives have their say

But--animal's rights are well seated
And law is broke if they're mistreated
Too bad you're not a baby seal
Then death's cruel blow you would not feel

So innocent and defenseless
Newborn babies should be priceless
Instead, they'll throw you in the trash
In exchange for some cold hard cash

And not just you, but everyday
Thousands more die in the same way
A silent holocaust of the unborn
In the U.S.A., home of the (free?) forlorn

Little Victim in the dark
Waiting for your birth to start
For days on end,you've been alone
Longing for a loving home


Details | Narrative | |

'Window Dressing (or) Mannequin Lessons

She had Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin … Seamless hips

Threaded her way into his heart
and Stitched his mind up Tight
But the Needle Point, was coming
Pricking… with all its might! …

… Posed her Textile-smile
Watched Fabric – flow
All the Lycra-while
Sticking Velcro …

and Ribbons and Bow
… he didn’t know
she was only after
Every Scrap of his Taffeta

He thought she was quite fetching
… didn’t know, she was just Window-Dressing

‘can’t hold the Cushion, when Pins, Push and Shove
a man, can’t live on just a Thimble-full of love! …
… can’t move the heart of a Mannequin
…  your living doll is running around, again …
… Window Dressing …

He was an honest man
nothing up his Sleeve
but, he had a gold-band
said, ‘Honey, Marry Me…’

… and he Wrapped her in Furs
Draped her in jewels
Lots of Cashmere
… she left empty Spools

She took his Tape Measure
and Material Cut
kept Sharp Scissors
for her Designs … but

… He’d seen the Hem Ironed
and Sew and Sew
He knew the Pattern
and which Embroidery to go…

… the last Fringe turn
and which Bolt to throw …


She sat in front of a Vanity
brushing her Gossamer hair
Basting in her Veiled beauty
like no Wool was there …

… to see her Window Dressing
To see him Yard-Catching
the Collar and Cuffs …
… He’d seen enough !

He saw them thru the Window
Zipper and Buttons undone
He had to stop the Fashion Show …
… then he dropped his _ _ _

… Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin… Seamless hips
Threaded her way into his heart
And Stitched his mind up Tight

… but the Needle Point came Darning
Pricking, with all its might …

…’Cause you can’t move the heart of a Mannequin
but your living doll won’t be running around again …


Details | Free verse | |

Unknown

She walks
On
the 
Dark 
sidewalk

And she trips 
Falls
Face
First

She fells
Blood
Anguish
Sorrow

She gets up
and feels 
her way

into the Unknown

She feels what it is like
to go to combat
where
the soilders play

She does
Not know
One day
A draft
Will take her to 
The Unknown


Details | Epic | |

breath

Breathe when no air is found
Let me hold a solid grip
As we now walk on solid ground
Telling lies straight to your face
To show of all of their weakness
Letting them bring disgrace
Showering in the lies they tell
While truth is never enough
For here we are today
Walk together when times are rough
A bump in the path as frequently as a smooth step in a midnight clear
Letting the wind whisper to sit and let the entire world hear
Misery in this eternity 
For here I hold truth in my empathy 
Showing love why did you die
So you not see the tears I cry 
Praying for forgiveness
For I have lost you now
For here I am to morrow 
As I sit and let this frown find binding in my empty heart
 Letting every story find a new start
Beginning from the end
I lost a friend
To Bullying 
For ever rest in piece 


Details | Ballad | |

Only She Cries

What If I told You That I Loved you
would we care
would we die
 Chains surrounding Alice
Only She Cries
 
World Banished her
Love left her
all Alone
Melancholia presides over
 
Alice dies again
Will she ever reign
 
Will she ever see
what’s here to be
Only She Cries
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
Empty Without a savoir
Will She ever be cured from this
will she breakaway
Gaia couldn’t be so cruel
Just to wail away—Let the Banshee Crie
Just wail away the pain
wail away the pain
 
Enter my heart and you’ll see
that Was the only thing you could ever need
Alice; only she cries
let it show
That love never dies
Through Euphoria
through melancholia
 
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
You didn’t know
how you could save her
Only if you could her
Alice dies
Only she cries


Details | Lyric | |

Goddess of Nekras

Decay
Undead flesh
Infested with larvae and worms
Glory to the living dead

Mari'jas the queen of the Nekras
Born from the Earth
She was conceived in death
The mistress of burial rites
She holds power over all the dead

Leading all into her darkened embrace
She waits for each and all to die
Accompanying you to your demise
Fresh flesh she must always consume

Thrust into the feeding pit
Her zombie hordes digest the death
Stranded in this region of famine
You will feel not but excruiating pain
This domain is plagued
Decaying fields filled with masses of undead

Consume the life of those once breathing
Suck their blood till you thirst no more
Deteriorating skin
shows bone beneath dead muscle
She has defied ultimate death
and she is giving you the chance to be free


Details | Free verse | |

Turning Anguish part 2

Missing a remarkable meaning in my life
I’m the woeful sacrifice
play me as the dice
on the solid table
and roll me and speak of a fable
don’t toss me 
like a valueless toy
brushing…echoing harsh envy
Heed to our last plea 

You’ll face dire rage 
giving no mercy to your desire
Are you aware you fed my wrath?

Mercy-filled bliss
don’t exist in this pile of vile
father…mother
Don’t bother to trace our passing ease
that we dearly missed

What could brew these ruins to love?
Disbelief covers my once kind heart 
conquered by avarice
Unforgettable doom,
has been written on our tombs,
sending us a last kiss of unmoved death
Giving us futility…
Leaving us without a breath

Behave and deal with
frightening bolts that dare
break us apart
and turn it to denied anguish

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
We all do our part in it
That’s the troubling truth
Toil cheers up the spoil
What could we do
to get us ahead of
Power?
stricken in toil
Separate the spoil 
that crumbles away like foil

Give us little power
and lift up the broken twin towers
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love

The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
Your sun will shun out strife
and be a kit to fix up concealed love
and fill us with
harmless love 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Final Disposition

I see the fields of ash
browned by the sun
the bodies laying in the field
but the war has not been won
my last gasp of air

I have clung to you
my salvation
for years and years
the darkness cannot spread I reason
it is almost here

I hear them calling now
“the war has just been won!” they say
a raw victory for my heart
the battle has just begun
on the horizon

The drumming of my heart
I call out in the rain
only one can hear
amidst the sounds of marching
the gates have opened…


Details | Ballad | |

Marie II-- Troubled Tides

Wake up with a dream on your eyes left with the hearts that bid you Goodbye Shadow Dreamer-- Poisoned Lover Venom seeps through the Way The Way you held on to Me There's a Thorn in your Heart I left it there so the dreams and your pain shall unfold Inside you and all of your Lithium Lovers You're my lover, My Dear The Greatest Enemy I had to Contend pretending with "I Love You" but I know you Hate me till Hell's End Is it in Vain? You Sleep with the hate How can you dodge the fate? You let the Dagger dance on your Tongue You are my beloved Enemy Marie


Details | Free verse | |

A Dim Realm

The city so still
Not one soul alive
Not one spark of warmth

High on top of the tower he lies
Looking downward onto the silent city
Alone with darkness that consumed him
In the embrace of winter

He watched and judged those beneath him
If they should live or be extinguished

Now only bones and ash are his vassals
Corpses of steel and brick are his empire

His bitter voice the word of death


Details | Lyric | |

A Head Held High

When We Reach The End
Who Will Cross The Line?
With A Head Held High
Searching For A Sign
Eyes Burning Strong
Walking Into The Unknown
The Heart Beat Fades
Sinking Like A Stone

The Eyes Once Open
Fall At The Hand Of Another
Driven By Lost Souls
Into The Room Of The Mother
Giving Into Ignorance
Destruction Of The Innocent
The Head Held High
Bowing Before The Malevolent


Details | Epic | |

Death

In The Realm of His Life Forever as long as it lasts
we move away from the past
and the questions that we never ask
get buried and burned to the ash

We kept trying to make our way
but it degraded into the decay
And tomorrow it never comes
and all that we do is undone

And all that we've made with our hands
slips through our fingers like sand
And into the shadows it fades of and 
gets buried beneath the land


Details | I do not know? | |

Sorrow's Stupidity

Every day I ask
Will I live or die
Many thoughts from the past
They make me want to cry
Walking towards nothing
I have no road to follow
Not even at the end
The only thing that I know
The sorrow always wins
It laughs in my face
Without a single clue
The only one your laughing at
Is you...


Details | Epic | |

The Vampire Among Us

A made up world of glory
Sweet lakes and emerald glens
Please let me tell a story
That happened way back when

The grass was green as green could be
The air was sweet with freedom free
Her eyes were blue as the swirling sea
That set her apart from you and me

The day was hot with summer's heat
Birds flew low over golden wheat
Along the coast; the army's fleet
Under shaded boughs two lovers meet

He stood with her until the night
He walked with her so she wouldn't fright
And even though he had no right
He soft skinned neck he wanted to bite

He walked her up to her jeweled door
With diamond windows and marble floor
A kiss to her hand, though he wanted more
From the girl in the house by the rolling shore

He counted the hours until the sun's dawn
Gazing up the emerald lawn
Of the girl with the dress that's a soft brown fawn
Three hours left, nine hours gone

The moment the sun rises over the hill
His hunger crumbles and he loses his will
Now he no longer wants to kill
And drink her blood till he had his fill 

Under the boughs he waits for his love
This time dressed in a dress of gray dove
Now his hunger no longer does shove
When her hand touches his in its white lace glove

But then the sun sets
And his luck he must bet
He feels the thirst get
To be a great threat

Though they walk the long beach
In no need for speech
When the warmth's sucked like a leech
From her wrist, he then does preach

"Tis the purest thing I have ever tasted
Though it's a shame all of this has to be wasted." 
Upon the sand her blood is pasted
The monster inside no longer lambasted

And though the time for monsters is gone
The truth must be unfurled
While they wait forever for the coming dawn
Vampires still stalk the world


Details | Free verse | |

INTERLUDE WITH DEATH

at the door he stopped
 and asked, "when?"

"just think of it this way.....
in our next life 
we will be together
she answered him."

PROMISE?

he smiles

.........and then he was gone.


by janetta
                

                 


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Details | Lyric | |

Promise Breaker

i've loved. 
i've lost. 
and for you i paid the cost. 
i've suffered enough. 
time's up! 
why did you always make promises that you could not keep? 
why were you so quick to deceive? 
shut your mouth. 
quit lying from in between those teeth. 
i have no use for you. 
i'll longer be lead astray by empty words. 
i hope you get exactly what you deserve. 
i'll never forget the way i wept over the promises you never kept. 
wasting time away. 
i was wasting my time. 
so blind. 
deceived by your countless number of lies. 
i'll let this die. 
i'll let it die. 
i won't cling on to the past. 
i'm done with you. 
and when karma comes around, baby it'll haunt you. 
so remember promise breaker when this is finished and complete that you were the one to 
lead yourself down a road of demise and defeat. 
will you have remorse? 
will you have regrets? 
for all the promises you never kept. i have no pity for you after all the pain and heartache 
you have put me through. 
i'll let this go. 
i've pulled myself away from this threshold. 
i'll let karma come back to bite you. 
and when you feel weak and your heart is shattered i will have reversed this pattern and i 
will rid myself of this misery. 
how will you feel when you're on your knees? begging. 
pleading. 
this is all your terminal disease.
 i'm finally letting go.


Details | Ballade | |

Blood - Brothers

I Hear Drum-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
All Our Homes Are Handed Down by The Highest Spirit
Long-Ago, The Native Peoples of The Land
Knew… The Earth and Us – Go Hand in Hand

I Hear Hoof-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
Its Not The Buffalo or Antelope – Who Grew To Fear It
Its Battles of Braves and Soldiers – Both Grim Reapers
Can’t Forget… We ‘Are’ Our Brother’s Keeper…

         Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood-Bound To Love
         Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

I Heard Hate – Beat Down The Land… Did You Hear It?
Pollution and Persecution… Its Time To Cure It
End Our Journey On The Trail of Tears
With Broken Arrows and Rivers – Running Clear

I Hear Heartbeats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
If You Turn and Face The Wind… You Are Near It
It Pounds Deeper Than The Skin, Or A Flood
It Echoes To All …  Its In Our Blood !

        Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood – Bound To Love
        Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters Of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

              * * * * *
The Eagle Flies On The Breath Of Life
         And So Do You
May The Blue Sky And Your Clear Eye
         See Many More Moons

Keepers Of The Earth… Guard This Turf
        And Each Other
For Every Human Birth… Has Worth
         As A Blood – Brother

For Those Killed and Blood Spilled
         The Ground Cries
Soaks The Dust… And Curses Us
         When A Brother Dies…

          Blood – Brother …


Details | Acrostic | |

Middle Ages

M anors towering
Over the horizon
Western skies ablazon
With majesty possessing.

E arth trodden soil
Bearing feet of noble birth
Tramping blades of aged turf,
Hearts destined to inner turmoil.

D anger lurking in
Shadows of the silent souls:
Smoldering, burning coals
Leaving scares of ashes within.

I nsightful minds too
Rare to locate in this time,
Appearing so sublime
Their radiant light shining through.

E vening abbey bells
Sound the coming jubilee,
To mass we grandly flee
The Sabbath day the priest foretells.

V iking raiders come
Arriving by the ocean,
Longboats sail in motion,
Stealthy in their horrible glum.

A rmies marching near
Pillaging every city
Sorrow filled with pity,
Echoing cries of solemn fear.

L aughing now has ceased 
Only silence here to reign
With nothing left to gain
So many loved ones now deceased.

T ime is ticking to
A close, another plunder
Resounds like dark thunder
Beckoning to “The Red” anew.

I nto the misty,
Frosty air of the midnight
Eric leads the new fight
Away from the ruins gritty.
	
M an after man of 
Norsemen racing to the west
Shouting cries of the beast
Charging towards the mountains above.

E arly morning now 
Is here, but the Viking king
Is nowhere to be seen
He has fled after half a bow.

S ilent knights stand tall
For they have fended the 
Scoundrel attack; they see
New rays of hope starting to call
“Long live Christ Jesus,
 Savior of us all!”


Details | Didactic | |

What Ocean

            What Ocean

Oceans rise because they have to leave now
What goes up stays up as a matter of science
This planet soon will be all consumed in dryness
Giant columns of water are in a rage to go
They look normal crashing on the shore and rocks
A force stronger than nature lifts them up and through

Seas once crept up to claim the shore
Their world became defined in liquid blue
Clinging to rocks, sweeping the sands
Taking time to reclaim the land
After all, oceans occupied most of the world
Filled in what ground could not                                                                        

But when they rise above the buildings and the mountains
Soon, life as we know it, must disappear                     
Something must be up for all oceans to simply go nowhere

It takes only seconds for waves to become air born
Taking lakes, rivers, rains, leaving landscapes torn
Billions upon billions of gallons rise higher than known tides
Every drop of water on the Earth absorbed into the void
Exits through the atmosphere, to another place

More than the liquid blue it is, what we are used to, is through
Our lives and meanings are being torn in two
The blue marble has turned from blue to brown
Earth is one big desert now alone among the rocks
With not one drop of water left 

Land does not understand or care what happened here
As it takes shape to redefine
Surface world fills in with solids, objects and moving things of beauty
Temporary things like trees and flowers shining about the obscene matter
Water is no longer there to fill their needs and soon they perish

Rocks, hills and mountains reveal the cracks and show so vivid now
Displace oceans at a time, over time, rising to reclaim their own
Molten lava will burn and etch 
Air and wind have always been there too

Seas rolled out into the black of outer space
No one has a clue but wonder why
 
Only waves and water rise to the occasion of existence
Laws of science and nature fade away
Fly out there with no resistance with oceans bold against the cold unknown
Everything else is fictitious driven by nothing but surprise at what is missing

Mountains held back a flood of tears one time
There is nothing left to mourn for, after seas demise  
Impossible to shout or cry with no oceans wet
But who can forget the rolling foaming mammoths
Seas even took the last rain drops with them when they left
It is all too deep and blue to fathom
We wish them well and happy splashdowns on other planets
              


Details | Epic | |

Angel Faces

                            Angel faces from Heaven above
                              Sent here for us to love
                             Mommy and Daddy went away
                                    Now i'm alone
                         And i don't know how to use the phone
                         Nose pressed against the window pane
                         Maybe i could see Mommy if it didn't rain
                                   Little eyes wet as dew
                          Tiny lips trembling,''Mommy where are you''?
                           You left me at Grandma's all alone
                            And i'm so scared i just want to go home
                             I get down on my knees at night
                             And pray to God that you're alright
                             You see God,im only three
                             And i need my Mommy here with me.                      
     
                               
                               









Details | Free verse | |

you went in your own way

you went your way

i sat there as you released
your spirit and that old
wicked smile played
upon your lips

i listened as you
whispered something
to someone only
you knew was there

i heard the clock
go

tick 
tock...just
one 
time

and your face lit...
then dimmed

you laughed low
and you finally 
got to go home

by janetta

those of indian culture say that
a final poem or song has to
have one error.


Details | Lyric | |

Forever

She was just a lonely girl
Growing up in the world
     that never wanted her.
He was a small-town hero
Getting pushed into
     everything under the sun.
          Champion football player
     meets 
          Champion artist
in the smallest,
     craziest,
          most under-estimated relationship
     EVER.
But who would have thought
     that he would fall into
her trap.
It all seemed so innocent
     but it quickly crossed the line
into the unimaginable.
Soon,
     they both
were victims
     bound to each other
forever.


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Yazamam agrim buyuk

Yazaman kendimi  sana
Dusundum  hikayelerim  buyuktur
Her nefesi cani  mehmed  umid
Diz boyu karlar   donmus hayatim
Yururum dize dize donarim
Hayatim dolu dizgin sevdam 
Agitim gelecegin  sesine



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Fallen the man is

Crimson shadows dancing down the wall.
Shadow figures raceing down the hall.
Screaming echos screaming into the emptiness of night.
Pools of red are gleaming in the beams of the moon light.

Oh to who may find me tell my wife my love
I've left this shell behind me gone to the lord above.


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A Severe and Constant Struggle

From the time of Washington to today,
We have been in a "severe and constant struggle"
For America to be America again.
We have been hindered, but not stopped, 
Chained but not bound,
Beaten but not killed, dying, but we live;
And in afflictions and many distresses,
In prison and in much necessity,
The Souls of Black Folk refuse to die;
While there is life, there is hope.

From the time of Washington to today,
We have had a "severe and constant struggle"
For a generation of possibilities.
We have been sorrowful, but always rejoicing,
Dishonored, but always honorable,
Weakened, but always strong,
Poor, but possessing all things,
And with tears and many fastings,
With infirmities and watchings,
The Crisis caused faith to draw nigh.
The noose vanished from the rope.

From the time of Washington to today,
We have been in a "severe and constant struggle"
For rights and privileges without his compromise.
We have been ignored, but now recognized,
Defamed, but now praised,
Disapproved, but now commended,
Cast down, but we're lifted up,
And in patience and in the quiet,
In the power and in riots,
Let the Trumpet Sound with a loud cry, 
While the Talented Tenth break the yoke.

From the time of Washington to today,
We have fought the good fight;
We have waded and walked on water,
And we have overcome!
Because we give a "severe and constant struggle"
For America to be America again.


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The Fall

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

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


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

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

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

“Oh! A falling star! Make a wish!”


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Our Destiny

I was Captain of a side-wheel steamer.
We sailed to America where grass was greener.
Aboard the ship was more precious than gold.
Filled to capacity with the young and old.

We steamed to the coast, fog was severe.
All we wanted was for land to appear.
We chugged on slowly, no coast in sight,
As we entered Salem Harbor that fateful night.

The fog bell warned of the dangerous shoals.
I started to pray for the onboard souls.
The bell rang louder, it was too late.
We reversed the engines, I realized our fate.

The trees started emerging from the ghostly mist.
My ship grazed ledge, then started to list.
The hot boiler exploded with a thunderous blast.
No one knew that day was their last.

Our bodies are gone, our spirits still here.
So don't feel bad, we'll always be near.
We found our place where grass is greener,
Sailed into destiny on a side-wheel steamer.


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End of my world

I feel like my world is over.
Is life truley worth living for 
If i have to live it without you?
When i first met you
It was as i i had found
The final piece of my heart.
I had never loved until i found you.
You made me come up with these things to say.
You made me feel the joy and happiness i felt.
You brought light to my dark life
Like a train at the end of a dim tunnel.
Nothing in my life was certain until i met you
And then everything seemed to have direction
Yet be completely without course.
Why does love have to be so complex?
Maybe it wouldn't be love
If it didn't have its complexities.
I don't know.
But no matter what
I know I have to be with you.
And.. i can't.


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bella vista beautiful lady of arkansas

consider that you have discovered a place that was once
a exotic place for the rich and famous of the world which
is in utter overgrowth of scattered blocks of fireplace
blocks and cinder.  a rather ghostly place that involves
a long drive up a two way tree lined median that
culminates to a circular drive.  

directly below the circular drive a few scattered fragments of old bottom 
buildings certain to have held whatever old hotels held
in the  past/

all these elements  of the old place look over a summit
which over looks a scalloped mountain edge into the 
new bella vista, Arkansan.  

now i have returned after a two month illness with my
camera in hand and ready to scoop up
the substance of this wonderful old place.

alas, .....the ground is clear.......
a big old yellow cat equipment 
has taken its very soul.

there is no longer even the chimney within sight
the old beautiful children playground that i walked 
on in my last visit  is gone  including the old jungle
jim.  even the rock pathways are gone and there
is one piece of metal sticking up out of the ground
in a mound of dirt as if it were calling for attention.


nothing is here but the morning sun beating  down on
my head.  i slowly withdraw my camera and decide
to keep the picture of beauty in my mind from the
first visit

as i leave, i am too depressed to do anything
except stop and view a giant blackberry bush
bearing blackberries every where.  i do not
pick even one.  too much has been taken from
this place without ceremony.

by janetta harrington.


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Insecurity of the Devil

He sits on his throne made of cobble and bone

Pleading the 5th as his mind sets a tone

The sound is haunting as he shouts with pure moan

In the mirror he watches as he splits from his clone



Planting a seed that was plucked from his heart 

A tree grows in place as it is now looking part

For He does not know why resemblence is true

As his claws emit light as it is passing through



From this tree lays an evil fruit

Pluck from thy soul he intends to remove

First bite like a kiss as if he must prove

That he is better than the spawn thats improved



Second bite knawed from his razor teeth

Blood pouring out from the center of the seed

As blood touches ground a figure will heed

Look as Satan sees himself without all the need



The clutches of hell now forming a fist

As fire emits from Satans split wrist

The end will be near for the spawn of better twist

For Satan insecurity will end all in bliss 


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Immeasurably triumphant

Like an epic battle of warriors in the ancient times,
rhythms of defeat and success punctuate the line;
either one wins or loses the game doesn’t matter,
it’s sportsmanship, fairness and attitude of respect.

Super Bowl kick-off highlights Sunday’s program,
championship in historic match cheers everyone;
along with mammoth crowds like on Staten Island,
jubilant fans who emerge and show their smiles.

Giants fans elsewhere blare their cars’ horns
a triumphant meaning, a victorious experience;
truly, it’s a huge and festive moment to share
with others who admire those players like Manning.

New England’s Patriots acknowledge their defeat,
their strengths and weaknesses make them authentic;
how they react and show about their abysmal loss
echoes a challenge, an experience worth reflecting.

New Yorkers herald jubilations and their triumphs,
faithful followers of their respective teams combined;
begin to celebrat and make a toast of beer in bars,
getting the whole clan, along with peers and friends.

Such a boisterous scene that makes the difference,
with ordinary games shown on TV or big screen;
however, the Giants in their popular name here,
has got their favor and trust from people elsewhere.


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On That Day (9-11)

Black smoke turning to gray,
Strong icons toppled,
On that day.

People of the world they say,
Great Heros were lost,
On that day.

Rising from the dusty way,
Our symbol of freedom,
On that day.

A nation that will not lay,
But did unite,
On that day.


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Exhilaration

I contemplated self-mutilation
amongst the company of mutations
that were causing my heart starvation.
This is my mind's translation,
a proclamation, a deep introspective cogitation.
Marriage is in abrogation, it's a cancellation
that's been suffering from dehydration,
indignation, and mind-game infestation.
The hospital stay only lead to his dissipation,
my dedication desecration of him and our condemnation.
Here, here. Take this medication,
Talk to doctors about my desperation, oscillation, dissociation.
Came back to the outside and inhaled a monstrous inhalation
of fresh air and computations, correlations and speculation.
I became cursed with perturbation,
wondering why the perforation
of this operation was ripped into a malformation.
Then came the acceleration of meditation
to begin a new foundation and self-preservation.
The separation lead to a cosmic epiphanized revelation
and the pissing and purging of him out of my characterization.
Now comes my mind's decontamination,
a simplification of sterilization.
It was all a massive misinterpretation of ramifications,
but I'm learning this discontinuation
is a process of my soul's sanctification,
regeneration, and harmonization.
Congratulations...
to me on my amelioration.


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Forsaken Eurydice

[Satyr]
A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
 
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
 
 [Orpheus] 
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
 
 [Persophone] 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
 
 [Hades] 
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
 
 [Persophone] 
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
 
 [Hades]
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice


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Intelligence..so hard to explain..

Our game is joyful and it is already 
tommorrow for me, my king, so i will praise
my eternal soul, tommorrow of the day when
time stopped and the ticking inside my head
has ceased to desist and i can speak again
knowing full well that the ticking will come
to life again and again as it was before...
is it not the fine logic of ones tainted 
mind of the young but the old and demented
learn the faster but decease the faster as
the young ignore the knowledge they were
born with as they read what they already
know but still fail in this world of....
Beautiful...
Watching you and waiting, in the dark or
in the light...no matter, he's there no 
matter what, but it will happen as the clouds fall and hit the earth as the dirt rises 
as the clouds and stain the horizon murky brown and the water glistens 
beautifully as the clouds shroud it with 
mist of the fine condensation of the water
which used to be the limit...
alas know not who thy are, thy speak 
nonsense as thy speak to thy skainsmate,
try not to picture what a head off a body 
would look like, you know do you not that
the.....
God and Devil are my friends, I need to know
them, but the devils still beating his wife
....and God is just trademarking everything
....and the sun is still out but the rains
still there..hello...


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Within, the Secrets of Whim

As to when,
the pen falls eerily.
The sadness of lust,
a perilous dusk
for thee that settles 
upon the many wary.

As Edgar's Lenore,
reminded,
the Crow's greed
and nestle.
There spied the 
Raven,
crying for thee
the more merrily.

When lovers' qualm
exacted by traitor,
the courtships of 
evermore befallen.
The arduous array
of made up serenity.

This fate of endeavor,
by virtue a Luciferus
fate for all.  As
pride brings forth
the epic of death,
an epitome of 
angel tyranny.

As hurt and loss
gives way to 
pain and admiration,
the feelings of turmoil
to squall, as decadence
and poetic duration.

When the fruit of 
thine, your own merriment
of pleasure, the tragedies
of myth, of present, and 
of now, found only to 
riddle life's cessation.

Of need, of ignorance,
of majesty, an infinity
of the divine.  There 
lies within, the secrets
of whim, shared your 
good wife to mine.

As the penniless plot
the treasure of devilish
wanton, a fortuitous
abandon of thee,
perhaps a chance 
prick, nay an Edgar
once daringly. . .
a ripe shaft of vein.

When the virtue of 
nothingness, outwits
the logic of reason,
there lies the devil
grinning amidst 
treason.

As Gods shed their 
Grace, and Goddesses 
parlay the hearkened
measure.  The knowledge
of gay ole Lucifer, 
their brother, 
their undine
of Seraphic treasure.

As the winds that chime
and as the clouds that billow,
questions we
can not, our love
the lesser.


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Grandma

You died
I cried
we laughed
we cried
you would talk
I would always listen
I learned a lot from you
we will always miss you
we had good talks
I always like to walk with you
we will always love and miss you
grandma.


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The Flying Casket

amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball

within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished



In Memory Of 
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg 

{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}


Also Entry For
Brian Strands 
Indelible Impressions Contest


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Operation Dynamo

Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
 
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
 
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
 
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
 
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
              who returned to do, what only hero's can do " 
            *,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,*


            http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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To the Edge of the World (The Song of Navriss pt.2)

Like a vulture, he came to my hometown,
To my hometown.
Just a little boy, I watched him
Knock upon the old wooden door,
To the old man’s house,
The old grizzled Moor.

In silence, the man in black fled down the old road,
Beside him running silent,
Was the grizzled old Moor.
Behind the two upon a horse,
I rode through the cold.
Through the charred hills, 
Beyond mountains old.

We travelled through lands, where the sun feared to tread, 
And the midnight sun filled my heart with dread.
Still the two, upon dark gossamer wings,
Led me back into the sun,
But it would be many years
Before our journey was finally done.

	Hey you, with the chill in your bones
	Come gather round . . .
	Pull yourself up closely
	Warm yourself by the fire . . .
	Can you feel it?
	
Seasons changed
While the years sailed on by
Still we went on,
Forever on, and on. 
Beneath a sun and moon
Trading places in the sky.
Beyond seas so vast, 
So cold.
Until at last we came,

 
To the edge of the world, 
Where a man now grown up
Can touch the stars.
I stood upon the edge of the place, 
The place they go, their world.
Which is cold, sometimes hot
Beyond the edge of the world.

With my cloak wrapped tightly around me
I followed the man in black, 
Yet behind the old Moor
Into the heart of a darkened land
Where souls yearn to be free.
And my eyes opened wide, 
So eager to see what I might find.

	Hey you, with the chill in your bones
	Come gather round . . .
	Pull yourself up closely
	Warm yourself by the fire . . .
	Can you feel it?
	
Bright coin in my hand, 
‘Twas this I gave to the dead ferryman.
Over black mirrored water, 
Silently we sailed over the Sea of Styx.
Little more than my shadow
I studied the black-dressed man,
Just as he studied the souls beneath the waves,
A spiralling helix.

Upon the far shore
Minos sat upon a throne of bone
With his host of the damned, 
For the grizzled old Moor 
Minos passed judgement severe,
Yet unto black naught was said nor done,
Yet unto me was passed
The cruellest judgement.

I cried for all to hear,
“I am alive! Alive.”
But Minos sat back and smiled
And said, “Oh woe to yea curiosity unfed,
You who had followed black while still very much alive
Shall walk eternity through the footsteps of the dead.”
	
	I pray you heed me well,
	For we are the spirits of regret,
	The souls of the Forgotten
	And we are the ghosts of . . .
	Sorrow . . .

And so I sit,
Beneath the muted stars,
On the edge of the world . . .


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Emilé

The evening air blows twice as fair
when it is kissing her sweet strands of hair
to glimpse her rosy cheeks, perchance her eyes
any passerby would swoon.

Down the street the lamplights flicker on
a feeble gesture, half in vain
for any light forfeited by the sunset
is given to the moon.

And where it’s wanted shadow still creeps in
Observe! Behind a mule cart sits
bundled up in robes and motionless
the sweet girl prior mentioned.

Horses’ footfalls echo from the sides of shops
and disappear as masters drive
into some warmer corner
of the cold Parisian night

As well pedestrians shuffle by
at somewhat slower pace
and but the smallest turn their gaze upon
the pauper woman’s face

But none can see, but none can see
into this sweet girl’s reverie
the chillness in her breath
is the only sign she gives

Her eyes are closed, and now she flies
through darkest depths of mind to happier times
one summer evening on a porch
beside her lover true

When gaze is not transfixed upon the other
drinking from the depths of melancholy passion
it gorges itself upon the greenest grass
like heifers lowing on the hill

or bunnies bounding through the field
or crickets chirping in the reeded orchestra
all similes reveal themselves at twilight
to those in love, in elevated sight

and minds are read, so no surprise
can narrow further catlike eyes
when her lover true decides
to reveal to her the truth

“Upon this eve I have received
a letter from the Guard, with intent
to draft me into the army
as the gears of war are turned

you know how much I long to stay
within your arms until my dying day
but I’ve heard tales of those who tried to flee
many try, and none succeed

so in a week I’ll board the train
the line from Marseilles to Lorraine
and write you letters every night
until the morn that we shall hold each other tight”

And no words formed upon her lips
the falling leaves told all
but when they kissed tears did form inside their eyes,
rolled off, and mingled in their mouths.


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A Mandrake's Gesture: vol II.

The maiden's nipples 
swollen, her bosom
flush with excitement,
hailing her goddess as 
she slighted very 
eloquently, puissant.
The goodness they
shared was of sinful
reproach, a somber
obedience of lovers'
admiration.  
The dusk laden sky 
flickered with prose, 
the sorrows of
Belial's romance of lost
mysteries and his 
vengeant domineer,
his bravado, his 
masculinity, cascading
like spirals  of chaos
and the chimes of 
instilled darkness
climaxing to the 
sojourn of forbidden 
pleasures.  
Gently now, 
Belial eased this 
fair lady to her lover's
demand, her patience
swelling between her
thighs, burning. . . 
eternally.
- - - - 
I.
Awoken from a dream,
a fair common was she,
her beauty unsurpassed
only by her soulful 
demeanor and natural
prelude.  Her femininity
and subtle prowess
always the victor,
her passion a hearkening
rose upon a lonely
desolate scorn.  Her 
feelings a bit feverish,
there now, nothingness
and the harlots of 
misery and the massacre
of saintliness.   The venom
there pulsing now,
was evermore raspy,
and only to the 
delight of our royal
antiquities, vespers 
of envy, of anger's delight,
of beckoning glee, a 
madman's exuberation to
the deafening hysterias
of mischief's vertigo.  

A marriage. . .
arranged, a stiffening
King to his Prince's 
triumph over darkness.
Yes, this common peasant
and her divine bounty
was as a peril of Eve 
searching for her lost 
Eden.
There being no more 
reprise, bitter, for her
burden, she was to share.
Somber eyes and 
a broom for everyone
to take hold.  Yes, the 
beauty of a fair maiden
this, so vast and of
such masterful drab, 
splendor to all of 
the shared treasures
in spirits.  

Rage!
A taunting basilisk,
enslaying our vat of 
christendom and devotion.
To this day, of prayerful
morn, maiden Geinere, 
awoke, scarlet fever.


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Lost my Will to love

I think I lost my will to love a long time ago
Where it ran I don't really know
For if I let it go
Never to love is what my heart will show
So I started to search whereever it maybe
But no matter how hard I searched I could not see
The feeling of never to love again would make me cry
And thinking about it makes me want to die
This person who took my will to love 
I wish to find you to set my spirit free
Because the day you took my will to love is the day I lost me


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Eyes of Glitter

Feel the beat across your spine

The beat of your heart in constant whine

Skipping through from precious time

Tripping your feet as you lose your mind

The beat stands still when she moves past

Her eyes of glitter stare through your glass

Straight to your soul where it resides

Her arrow of glance striked you as though a prize

And you she won with her deadly aim

Those eyes of glitter in ever shame

As things stand still she made them so

Your realization of things are far from go

Can you feel the piercing of her stare

Your in her prison now meet her there

For she waits still to fake her pray

As you grow will your fate wont stay

That glance of glitter in ever form

Have you locked up together are worn

Her web was casted not long before

The one preceding your deadly door

So as your eyes meet for that split in time

You fall victom to her charming rhyme

As there vancany as shes in her prime

To feed of your once again constant whine


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CHRISTMAS MOURN

The cry's rang out all through the night.
In Moweaquas' town of sorrow.
On Christmas Eve 1932 took the joy of their tomorrows.
Pressure dropped, gas escaped, carbide hats ignited.
Their valiant search was all in vain. In prayer and hope united.
54 coal miners died that day. Fathers, sons, and brothers.
My grandpa Dowd was one of them.
Leaving five kids and my grandmother.
Ending the era of carbide lighted hats in all U.S. coal mines.
A heavy price they had to pay.  The rules weren't changed in time.
Mining ceased in that little town. None left to work or labor.
A monument placed with all names traced.
CHRISTMAS MOURN remembered forever!


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Sands of Time

The ship
A distant vessel
From the shore
Carries her heart

She stands
Forever watching
As it sails off
With her love

She will wait
Feet deeper in the sand
As epochs of time
Don’t control her

She loves him
As he too loves her
But his destiny 
Must be met

This voyage
Is his destiny
She awaits his return
Her destiny


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Mayin tarlasi

Yurudum cananin askina
Dustu bedenim mayin tuzagina
Agitlarda yakilan bitmeyen  sevdam
Naasim sercefil  isigini gordugum ruya.

Yurudukce buyudum erin  namina sessiz ve  gurultusuz
Umudim aksaminda acan yildiz acim yorgunlugum
Gun gorsem sehrin kalabaliginda cananim er meydaninda
Ucarim bedenimden otak olsa mayin  yelken salarim goklere 

Hoyratin atesinde  horan ve agit  kaybolmus gune cananin sevgisine
Izi olum kahpe mayin  tarlasinda  parcalanan umid agiti yakar umidine
Nameler adima kara toprak ve kul olmus kizil cam zeybegim olume
Bir nepze hayat bir fidan bir cemre topraginda askina hasredim fidana


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The Undying Truth

Did you ever stop for one second
And ever imagine
The hardest things that life can throw
Are the easiest to catch
I can't remember a time when I ever reached
Reached out to the ones that ment the most
Life doesn't teach us anything
Except for the fact that the only ones that you can trust
Are the only ones that can trust you back
I think of my past, but the mamories cannot last
They reach further and deeper into my mind
Until suddenly... There is nothing
Feeling my anger rise from each bad memory
Feeling my life fade from every noticable scar
I can hear my heart beat slower and slower
Running away from this endless torment
As the beat fades I can see some good
But then it stops and I am surrounded
Consumed by the angels that are cheerful
And yet I am still lonely
When you feel the end is near you panic
As if you can't understand why
The only hope left for you is telling you
Telling you to hold on and never let go
Something is telling you to stay
For what you seek will never be found
Unless it is seeking you
Crying alone and scared you have no idea what to do
Then you hear a voice, a familiar song
Speaking in tune with your hope... Your soul...
There are only two things I live by:
Never Live A Lie or Soon You Will Die,
And for your life to continue,
Stay True to Thyself and Thyself Will Stay True...


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A Mandrake's Gesture: vol I.

There upon the blasphemous 
grassy knoll, a maiden, 
her lovers' temptations
of the past.  
Amidst a silky
silhouette, a dainty stroll
flaunting a crimson masquerade.

"Your invitations of subtle romance,
be they adventurous, unfulfilled,
shall we not exchange vespers?" 

The angel Azriel passioned. . .
A soft Belial did exchange. . . .

"Perchance your suggestion faint,
a slight hint at curiosity?"
"Pray you Belial, mystery for the 
whimsy, my gentle romance."

The maiden's eyes began to twinkle
slightly, a hint of passion.
The fullness of her bosom
so exquisite and so
tame, she patted herself
on the thigh, exquisitely, softly.
She would listen to the 
rhythms of her heart and 
praise the moon. . . .

"Azriel your infinite 
sensuality is perplexing,
an embrace to the musers
of sophistication."
"Belial. . .  are you true?"
"Always, of the most 
royalties in shadow."

Belial's vehemence was like
a steady rhapsody-
a melody to the songs
and essences of the 
crying angels, his interests
in this courtship affair
piqued, unbeknownst,
foreboding.
A howling wolf nurtured
his wanton's decree.

"May there be no 
misgivings between
us.  Our romance a flounder,
this time upon a dreary
meadow, passions of the 
blooming Spring."
"The maturity of the 
season burgeoning as 
a goddess basking 
in the twilight."
"Belial, amidst your
presence, your magical
enthralls, I am
a virgin of chaotic
confines, an orchestrating
phatasmagoria, bellowing
echoes of innocence."
"Where'st upon your 
throne of pride, do 
you betake such ambience
and cunning?"
"Another courtship, another
attempt at fate,
falling away with thee,
embracing your sacred 
art of serpent 
masochism."

Her lips very supple,
very appealing, she
was a cupid to 
Belial's delight. . . .
The Dragon emulated 
its horrorific 
delight, 
the trees began to sway 
as howling winds
enveloped.  
A nightbird swooped, 
like a predatorial
owl, scornful wisdom,
a galliant interlude.
The moonlight shown 
through, revealing 
the shadows of 
a saga of melancholy
and the wicked
kingdom.  
The angels gently
opposed their own virtue.
Cascading glances of 
despair and burdening
lusts erupted within
Azriel and Belial. . . befallen.
The cries of passion
were softly felt, hence, 
a lovers' quartet of 
silent lucidity.  
A beseeching cry of lechery, 
portented gayly, 
Azriel gave way
to Belial's surmise.

"She will suffer. . ."


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A Mandrake's Gesture: vol. III

- - - -
To the gardens. . . of celebration!
- - - -
As the birds chirped,
the sunlit golden,
the merry cries of 
glee, for upon this
day a proclamation
of love ever-after.  Though
ne'er yet had the 
splendor been sighted,
jestered by many a perchance
of foolish folly,
a fellowship to the King.
Unbeknownst, a 
yield to the forbiddance
of Hecate's personification
and a dire love of
familiar waft.

"For thee, upon the 
hour of striking,
our quartet, profound,
still-born, the 
forfeiture lag, our 
gentile courtship,"
a voice of princely charm 
did vesper.
"Taken aback, my 
blossoming serenity,
tears of burden and 
crying shame, the 
kingdom and its
dungeon," Geinere's 
essence declared.
"What'st thou speak of?"
The sentiments of a 
conceited King.

Geinere, her mind
ailing, fever and 
nausea coarsened 
her.  Sorrowful 
thoughts of arrogance
and its unquenching
tale.  Tragedies and 
the grievances there
upon, for whom so
yet to embark.
Tears began to 
stream down poor 
Geinere's flush cheeks.
Her soul tarnished
amidst the excitement
of triumph and the 
beckoning woes of
peasant parry royalty.
This dreadful day
lacking of divinity.
For there no poorer
game of betrayal
and scarred virtue,
than this sorrowful eve. . .
of bitter scorn, 
and hateful deceit.  

For a night
of beggar's delight,
the handsome prince
Alarumdives, maiden
Geinere, and a celebration 
aye the more kisses 
pricked ne'er a secret 
scurvy.  Hence,
a hidden barbaso,
royalty betaking an
ensigns way of lechery
to those of lower 
chaste, welcoming a 
jarrago of arousal,
silence. . . mischievous
silence, hastened only
by a King made bitter.
For his son's charm
and admiration, he
would pronounce his 
demand for respect.
For surest upkeep his
pride and majesty, 
an undertaking of 
bane, as the waves 
of splendor, owe.


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WAR-TORN SOLE PART 1

OUTSIDE THE WAR TORN WALLS LAYS A TENT SILENT WERE MANY MEN REPENT.
SO MANY DAYS I’VE SPENT NURSING MEN THROUGH THIS BLOODY HAYES,
BUT NEVER HAD I MET A MAN WHO TOUCHED ME AS HE DID AS DEATH DELAYS.
A COUNTRY BETRAYED!
I KNEW HE WAS DYING BUT HIS HEART STILL KEPT TRYING.
HE CALLED ME OVER TO HOLD HIS HAND,
THAT’S WHEN I NOTICED THE WEDDING BAND.
“SHE’S MY LIFE, THE STARS I SEE, THE AIR I BREATHE, MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE.
NEVER HAVE I MET A WOMAN SO TRUE.
EYES OFTEN MISTAKEN FOR BLUE.
I NEVER KNEW THIS PLACE COULD ERASE SO MANY LIVES WITHOUT A TRACE.
IF I HAD ONLY LISTEN TO HER,
FOR THE LOVE OF GRACE,
TELLING ME HOW MUCH SHE LOVED ME SO.
SO WE WED NOT TO BE SEPERATED.
IT WAS AROUND THAT TIME I WAS RELOCTED.
WE FOUGHT WHEN I LEFT THAT DAY.
I SAID SOME THINGS I NEVER MEANT TO SAY.
I SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT THAT WAY.
SHE WROTE ME LAST MAY TO TELL ME
I HAD A SON WAITING ON ME.
SHE SAY’S HE LOOKS JUST LIKE ME.”
TEARS BEGAN TO DWELL IN MY EYES.
THIS IS HOW TRUE LOVE DIES.


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Architect

Gift of the fathers
Stand before others
Hands of the mothers
Hold us together
Ten story oddity
Steel shelled monstrosity
Like organs dwell
Cubicle cell
The nervous system
Organic hell
Paper blood
A computer god
Timeless toil
Ignorant clock
Its not life
It’s your job
War is waged
A profitable crusade
Overtime, time saved
An epic escapade
Dig holes, deep as graves
Line your coffins
With dollars paid 


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Sociopath Part 2

A tyrannical monster
Guided by his desires
Never by his conscience
No origin of empathy 
The machine was 
Never born
Like the tin man
He has no heart
With which to love
Anyone but himself
Delusions of Grandeur
He feels entitled 
To all the treasures and
Pleasures he can find
Walking on the bellies
Of the infants
That he has bitten
He hides his misdeeds
Stroking his ace 
He satisfies himself
By listening to
My tormented screams
Now hungry again
To deceive another
One he perceives 
As being weak

Restless, bored
Craving stimulation
Starved for the thrill
He goes for the kill
That will sustain 
His own survival

I am his piano
Making his music 
By thumping 
On my keys
Ebony or ivory
It doesn't matter
As long as he
Bruises my soul
Rocking vibrations 
From the melody
In which you play
Shakes me violently
Like an earthquake
So deadly, So sadistic
He is the embodiment of evil
Domination, Humiliation
Just a tool
For destruction
You castrated
My pedals with
Your ferocious foot
I used to believe
You came here
Because you loved
The comfort of my bench
No longer blind, Now I see
That I was just an
Instrument that you played
To feed your diabolical mind
Another soulless sociopath
Looking for his next fix


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. XI

III.
The months that
followed, contend
no mightier Phoenix.
For upon her last 
leg of pregnancy, 
her love revisited.

"Geinere. . . my beloved,
how these happenings
of such blasphemy,
for your acts, surely
the inferno from
the north.
"I cannot allow this 
dishonor and shame
any longer.
To you Alarumdives
the truth be spoken."
"I will listen to your
words with loyalty
and consternation, if you
will."
"My Prince. . . my dearest
Prince, the tragedy I 
am about to share,
with much guile.
For it was upon the 
night of our proclamation
and embrace of marriage
that the poisons
did intrude my womb."
"Geinere, I do not 
understand, for 
our courtship
was of much
duration, that day
of proclamation filled
with much awe and celebration."
"Alarumdives. . . your father. . . ."
"Yes, Geinere, I know
he did not approve, 
for his heritage and
traditions, this
vow, yours and mine,
a bit trite."
"Alarumdives, upon
entrance into the 
King's quarters, 
the gift of welfare, 
a violation of my purity,
my virginity was taken."

Tears now, streaming. . .

"Geinere, your words
striking me like 
the intensest  of 
swords, how can you
accuse?"
"My Prince, our love 
lost now, be it true,
or false, my words.
I understand your 
unwillingness to 
believe in thy,
but please, if at no
cost to your pride
and this kingdom's, 
please grant me freedom, 
may the Gods answer 
my prayers."
"Geinere. . .  I will
grant you your freedom,
but I cannot be 
with thee.  For this 
tragedy of doubt."
"Alarumdives, surely
a redemption, I
proclaim my sovereignty
from your father's malice,
a cowardice of reason."
"Geinere, my love for
you has not faultered,
though these circumstances
of such, I cannot fathom.
The truth I seek in you,
patience and faith,
reverence be."
"This tragedy there upon us,
may you bestow upon me 
any bit of pride, this
endurance of humiliation
I cannot, please. . .
Alarumdives, your 
worthiness, your chivalry,
I am so lost, an explanation
for this disgraceful act, 
Nero."


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Above

Hear Me, O God! A broken Heart, Is my best part;
Use still thy rod, that I may prove therein thy love.
If thou hadst not been stern to me, but left Me free, I had
Forgot myself and thee time.
For sin's so sweet, as minds ill bent rarely repent, untill they meet
Their punishment who more can crave than thou hast done,
That gav'st a $on, to free a $lave? first made naught with all
$ince bought ABOVE my loss as sure to win under dive cross six wishes.


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The dead Angel in my mind

Why does silence have to make so much damn noise

I hear nothing but the beat of my lonely heart and voices

The voices are not mine, nor anyone that I know of poise

But the voices are from the other side using me as their toy



I feel my mind and my soul get shoved to the side

I find my guardian angel dead on the floor of my mind

The things that killed it are the same that are killing me

The voices in my head are overunning my kind



I hear a faint noise that I know all too well

As the carcus of my angel lays lonely with a broken heart

The voice is that of my first love, the voice is that that is killing me

The deafening tones of silence paired with the dagger of my first love



It is this "heroin" that once loved me that is killing my current love

It is this demonizing soul that is tormenting my heart to stop beating

For now is the time of the resurection of these thoughts

As my heart remembers all too well of the dead angel on the floor



The blood from my angel runs truly in my veins

I feel its last moments in my heart that has stopped beating

My  first love has succeeded in destroying all others

For the dead Angel on the floor is really a silent me


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Authority Threat

My blood boiled 
With unwelcome restraint
State Attorney misleading 
Painting gray paint
Troubled as disturbances seethe
This arrogant power 
Would never leave 
While her intimidation 
Was extremely shocking
The Supreme Court Justice 
She was mocking 
Representing myself
With no fighting chance                              
This sociopath
Was wearing the pants
I read the laws
Custody in my favor
She bullied me…Without waver 
Perverted threats coming true
Her infestation I now rue
Grandiose with all minorities  
Flaunting her grand Authorities
Thinking I would duck and run
I stood my ground she came undone 
Placing the child with her father
Never shielding my only daughter
I had her dismissed off the case
To the system she’s a disgrace!


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The Damned

Pale as a corpse, she seems to be;
her spirit and soul, both, cold and empty.
Too long ago, she had rejected her faith.
She, now, is imprisoned in the form of a wraith.
Her spirit, cursed to dwell forever encased
where she denounced beliefs she had once embraced.
The blasphemous words with which she cursed
are now destined, never, to be reversed.
In her God’s anger she was struck down,
her final rest shall never be found.
She dwells in sorrow day and night,
never again embraced by the all-healing light.
Haunting, for eternity, in her woodland tomb;
her soul had strayed and shall ever be doomed.
Trapped inside an immortal nightmare,
for all to see, her soul was laid bare.
Destined never to leave this place,
her soul and surroundings are in sad disgrace.
When night is in its darkest hour
and the rain falls in a melancholy shower -
the wind, it seems to cry as well 
and still, she exists in her solitary Hell. 


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When Love Failed

When all the lights went out and the edge of darkness crept in, the Hero looked out over the abyss and came face to face with his sin.  He had come this far, following the fallen star, he had come this far.  He had fought through fire and hail, over seas of blood he had set sail.  Over hill and valley to this last standing finale, he had come this far.  His sword and scythe bore gore and strife, but he would not quit, he had come this far.  But now he stared out into the dark and he now faced the only foe who could kill him.  Now all his fears clawed at his eyes and he could not dissuade them.  His Love stared back, though her heart would lack, the very love that had brought her to her fate.  It was now, again, too late.  The Hero fell to his knee, his frozen heart breaking as he sent his plea.  "Let it not be her!!!!!  How did this occur???  It can be anyone but she!!!!!"  But God did not hear and could not see.  It was no one else but she.  Through age after long age he had thought he had lost her to the Devil.  Well, she stood there yet still was she lost to the sly Devil.  The Hero stood up from his seat, raising his lost eyes to her head from her feet.  She did not stare back, for a soul and eyes she did lack.  This was a shell, a shell raised from the pit of Hell.  This was not his Love to be.  This was not she.  "Show yourself, Demon King!!!  Put face to your treachery!!!"  The Hero's demand opened the shadowy ring and out stepped He.  "I am sorry to have done this, Hero.  This is the Last War and I have to do everything I can."  The Devil explained himself to the Hero, the Hero heard the Devil's plan.  The Hero shook his head and then he said, "I know that my Love is dead.  No shell will sway my hand or heart.  I've come this far and now must play my part.  For this I have bled."  The Devil sighed and some say he again bent his hood and cried.  "Then face your rotted bride.  With sword and claw strip her hide.  This is war and this must be done.  Finish now what you have begun."  The Hero raised his sword as his face sank and paled.  "Once more my love has failed."


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Salute of Gratitude

Dictators roamed the earth, enforced the hand of justice blinded
And tipped the scales on youths defending lives of those like minded
Tenaciously with tooth and nail they’d claw instinctively
But barely scratched the surface of surviving through this tyranny
With senses slaughtered, presently, a mystery marred in grey
Darkness reared its head and scarred our history in dismay
The souls of fallen comrades, stories untold, turning, grave
Aimless restlessness in crypts where fortune favors brave
Muddy pastures fertilized with dormant incompliance
Heroes recognized in red and green fields of alliance
And innocence ignited soar beyond the barricades
Rebirth, growth and healing on a spiritual crusade
On the path towards the open doors of possibility
Fluorescent understandings speaking truth and seeks serenity
Respect in combat, courage serves a cause so incandescent
Suppressing the oppressors with unheeded prayer’s confession
Pay homage to tin monuments, but don’t proceed to follow
Bear testament to tears of fire brought on by Apollo
Baron skies once filled with fire sparks of mass destruction
Replaced with fireflies and works, displaying reconstruction
Burning hopes and drowning sorrows, ember echoed temperance
Salutations, floating reefs and candles of remembrance
Purple hearts and silver stars for dear departed soldiers
Hollowed gunshots, flags and trumpets honoring our boldest


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A Gray Dawn

The darkness befalls on us
Leaving us blind to our awaiting fate

Climbing on the bodies of my brothers and sisters
We were the dogs of war
To honor ourselves and country

Each night rains of metal pierce flesh
Screams of anger and agony can be heard
The soil drenched with the blood of our friends and enemies
Flashes of fake suns burn the soiled ground

There is no safety in these trenches
No safety in our faith
No safety anywhere anymore

Days and night pass by
Smaller our family becomes
We carry the tags of fallen
Keeping their souls alive

Our cause has began to fade
But our will is always strong

On the horizon the first rays of red-orange light break through
We see the horror that the twilight hides

The skies and earth burnt by the fake suns
The rivers and oceans red with blood

This is war's true face.


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. IV

Yes, there were certain
majesties, which
in all regards are 
to be expected.
For upon the engagements
of husband and wife,
Prince and Princess,
to marry, there is 
an exaltation, thought
the King guilefully.
As his snickered brow
advanced the courtyard's 
jester, feelings of such
gay undertakings flickered.
Prince Alarumdives, pray
due, rose to the 
occasion, for the unseen
essence of Typhon
present, the crowd 
gathered in celebration.
The announcement of 
marriage and its unition 
of peasant maiden to royalty,
the ferocious feast 
of joy.  Geinere
so happily embraced 
her handsome prince,
the happiness of occasion
now unhoused.  Wine
and spirits for many,
the festive event ushered 
well far into the 
late eve.  
As the night matured
the King blew pompous, 
his dirty torch, 
a request desired
upon the scattering 
leets, close dilations,
wary now, for there
were humors of 
closed quarters.
Ill thoughts befell
the King, for maiden,
selfish desires,
crusadoes.

"Dear Geinere, a 
moment. . . jealousy!"  
The king spoke.
"Yes, sire pardon?"
"Firstly, most dear, 
your love for our
Prince, be it subtle,
erasing the inscriptions
of royalty, not taken."
"My love so true, for our 
beloved Gods one in 
communion, here or 
hence.  Pray due 
your acceptance,
for not, pride your
welfare, which I 
grossly offer it."
"Behold!
Though a gracious 
ward, admiration I 
do embrace, for you 
a gift of repentance,
may the spirits of
this eve, bate me,
as I am dishonest."
"Nicely, my merry
King, I am better 
pleased now this 
new fashion."
"Very well, Geinere,
to my quarters,
parry this precious 
gift of offering."
"My lord, I am 
indebted happily."
"Follow my deliberation."
- - - - 
The King's Quarters
- - - -
Upon entrance, the 
chambers of the loyal
King, made dusty, the 
air murky, cold with
evil and its hushing 
silences.  The royalty
ushered a bickering
lear upholding its 
mighty charter.

"A baffle, rising Queen,
for cozening upon the
vizards of this unlawful
masquerade.  For our
differences made certain
upon this eve, 
I will find your 
worthiness to become heir,
faulted," the King rang
out like the blazening 
fires of the Seraphic 
order.  


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My Love Lies Bleeding (Part I)

                      My love lies bleeding among the meadowbeauties, purple, 
entangled by hairy caltrop around her delicate feet and ankles. Climbing upward, 
its thistled fruit prick my fingers and palms; as I unsnarl the dodder from her full 
lips, its stems strengthen around her sultry paps and loins, and the binds tighten 
around her slender arms and hands, forced to the base of her back. I strip their 
adherence from leeching upon her naked form, all the while cursing myself 
within, and the puncturevines mysteriously vanish at her side.  
                     I see the small spikes have left their marks.  Then, I unveil her face 
hidden by her tresses in a blue mist. My heart pounds for her; my eyes rush like 
the nearby stream, and my bare body collapses upon her with a firm embrace.  
From where did this evil come?  To where did those spiny heads go?  What 
opportunity did they find to rush upon her?  For my love never trembled or 
tottered; she was never in idleness.  She is young and beautiful, but now my love 
lies dying among the meadow rues, the ravens walkaway.   Onlook the 
meadowsweets and the lark, who consoles my lovesick heart, as I prepare to 
gather up her limp body.  
                   Folding her arms across her breast, I cradle her neck and crown of 
black curly locks with my left arm, and with my right arm under her sculptured 
legs, I lift her out of the soft furrow.  The colorful ribbons we had tied in her hair 
bounce and sway as I walk the distance to gently lay her figure upon the altar (the 
same altar to which she had been led to me) coiled with ornamental shrubs of 
flowers in cymes, snowdrops and aster florets.  
                   Within the garden's border of thornless rose bushes, I wash her body 
with the evening dew fallen upon their petals, likened to silk cloths.  Longingly 
and lovingly, I wail before her on my kness; gazing upon her, coupled with the 
heady scent of jasmine, I am held captive there, but urgency frees me to rise and 
leave her body well-gaurded by an array of gladioluses, amaryllis and 
sansevieria.


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America's Freedom Call!

Terrorist's hide behind many a foreign
wall,Ignoring America's Freedom like call!
These military Americans are giving up
many a life,Sometimes leaving behind
children and a wife! Tears,as glistened
down moistened cheeks,that are red,
For loved one's sacrificed,unselfish are
dead!Red,white,and blue,are draped on
silent,somber coffins,For there are many
saddened empty hearts,followed as oftened!
Families,are encased in the abuses of war,
Families,are trapped with memories of
heart-aches,so sore!Rebuilding and peace
should be in store,Hopefully negating this
horrible war!This demon like death,spread
out in Iraq,Should not have to keep
America and their allies,on the defensive
attack!


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Look for The Light

Walked out this morning
And couldn’t help but see
The sky blackest of black
Everything seemed lifeless
Yet years down the road
This lesson would be priceless
Before now it had seemed
This country was frightless

There is no sign of the sun
Not even a ray of light
So many just stood there

Mesmerized by the sight

Vast numbers of people
Thought the moment
Had come once at last
Where this world disappears
Into one mighty blast

Draining life
All would be dead
Even whether we put up a fight
Many predicted 
This time would come

Yet many failed to notice
The beauty of the sun
People had forgotten
What life was about,
Now panic stricken
They uncontrollably shout
Words of meaning
Far below none
Yet they still not notice
The power of the sun


In the deepest

The darkest
The lowest of times
 One must believe 
          The sun WILL shine	

For in the darkest of moments
There is light somewhere
Just so long as your emotions 
Don’t run into despair


There is no such existence
Of this so called future called fate
For your future is only
That which you make


So if you have fallen 
Into a lightless inferno
Just use sheer will power
The light is destined to show



Michael Harris 2/6/06
A tribute to al Americans that died on 9-11, an all of our armed forces of today 
and all throughout our countries
Prestigious history. 


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The petal of Lifes Rose

He sits alone as is world has ended

Why does he not cry as his time was bended

He saved a child from the clutch of intended

Now he will mend what he has not pretended

 

As the flow of his tears climb in slow motion

Down his cheek of scars and constant devotion

His wisdom no longer alive with his potion

Of constant rage and loveless emotion

 

He picks the petals of the flower of life

Down to the last as though it was a knife

As he slits his tender wrists with strife

With the last of the petal persuing the wife

 

For his last breath comes with uncertain

The light that shone bright now behind a curtain

His eyes close with all intention

As the petal of life no longer distinction


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Untitled #268 / Victory

I cannot concentrate on Calculus.
For while my friends are finding derivatives,
I dream of a young girl,
an angel with a dirty face,
her mother raped, her father disappeared
into the desert like a dying sandstorm
her brother, C-4 explosives strapped to his chest,
combusted in the middle of a Baghdad bazaar.
But she, oh she, lets not a tear
slide from her face to the sandy floor
even as strange men barge in,
wearing combat boots, wielding rifles
and chanting,
“victory,
victory,
victory”


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The Kiss

It was a staggering night. 
A bruised but honorable knight
An empire at its height
An entrapped and bloody victim
Just more real life, not a sitcom 
It was the passing of a great king 
The mourning as the choir sings 
In memory the bells ring
The kings daughter, makes her way to the alter 
Begrudged peasants stand in "Wow!" 
Noble knights fall on bending knees "How!" 
The arena is packed
In cages body parts are racked 
Nightmares circle the stage
No specific date, time, or age 
Emotions flow
On the ground lands a crow 
If hatred fills the room
Then love brings a satisfying doom 
The spirits of many men rise
Never knowing the enemy lies in disguise 
If an ambush were being prepared
Then broken hearts were being compared 
Dubbed by a sword, but only serving one lord 
Peasants rally, too many for one to tally
The river flows strong 
Revenge awaited to long 
As outsiders charged the gates
Every soldier puts a hand their sword
As if fate were to show up late
In a moment of silence 
Before the commotion of violence 
The princess closed her fathers eyes
As war was to come before the sun were to rise
She turns to every soldier
With no man looking over his shoulder 
Grabs a shield and prepares for the battlefield 
But as she draws her sword, she blows a kiss
A wish that no man could miss


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NAMES

There are names
Of which
People know by fame

Also there are names
Shouted out in shame

Yet one should realize
That ones name
Only with their decisions
Will be known in fame
Living throughout the ages
Through generations with different stages
Only when one discovers the secret
Then they shall be fame treated


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God's Panoramic View

Enemies are bound to return fire,

heading for the hills, higher and higher,

taking cover, while blood stains the grounds,

women and children always in considerate danger,

battles, blind them, rob them, and make them useless casualties,

they continue fighting into the night, and no one seems to tire,

as the sounds of gun-fire

fill the air, constantly, and without care.

The wounded looking up trying to find God’s stare,

begging for help, and carrying along so much fear,

as another wounded soldier chops off his shooting hand,

trying to tell his enemies that he wants no more fight,

he will no longer follow a command.

Tears poured, blood shot out,

but it was all for peace as he looked for God’s gaze,

through the smoke filled haze.

An old woman exploded as she was holding a sign of peace,

God shook his head, but he didn’t look away,

he was so caught up in the drama to say the least.

He offered the humans light,

they chose night,

he offered the humans peace, but they’d rather fight.

This was all part of God’s Panoramic view,

A bomb took a child into the dark,

ugliness and fear is even heard in a dog’s bark,

coming from a distance, but silenced immediately,

In truth, he didn’t know why humans killed one another,

shooting sisters, killing mothers,

and making destruction of his land a positive thing,

but through all this hate,

he sees a sign of hope and compassion.

 A young boy drags his wounded brother and hides him in a hole,

the enemies come,

and he wasn’t done,

he covers the hole with rags and weeds,

then he lifted his knees,

hugged them to his chest,

tells the enemies he’s alone,

so they shoot him and put him to rest,

all on God’s Canvas,

his panoramic view,

his earth being punished,

and he just didn’t know what to do.

So God Cries, and he cries,

tears becomes rain,

and rain becomes pain.

But what that young man did to save his brother,

was that little sign of hope,

Humans need it so they could cope,

and some day change and get what's due,

perhaps God could have a different panoramic view.


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Loser

The loser,
The one who’s not the greatest chooser.
I’m not proud of the things I’ve done.
It seems the drugs have already won.
When it comes to escapes I have none.
They don’t think I’ve tried.
The truth is I tried so hard
I almost died.
It never used to be this way,
Drugging just to get thru the day.
I was a strait A student,
I never got in trouble,
And never missed a day.
No one knew what happened along the way.
I never got any thing I didn’t fight for.
I guess I was easy to ignore.
I was the one left out.
No one knew what I was truly about.
I tried to tell
But I was still left in hell.
Then the one person who heard died,
My mom, and I never got to say good-bye.
Right after I was kicked out the door.
Now I’m a drugged induced whore.
When I look in the mirror to see who standing in my place
I’m gone without a trace.
The loser,
A kid who fell off the right track
Unable to find her way back.
Theirs others like me.
They just hide it so you can’t see.
I wish I could quit and be free.
I’m reaching out to you,
But I’m a loser so your already threw.
I would like to do so many things,
But theirs a punishment that my life brings.
I live in pain everyday,
Making myself pay.
It’s too late to set things strait.
Living on the edge has landed me in a wedge.
No one sees this is what the world wanted me to be.
After where I’ve been,
I am forced to exist in a world I couldn’t live in


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What you want of me

You date me
You want me to get high
I didn’t high I didn’t felt for that 
I lie to you
I say that “I love you”
Went I didn’t mean it
I say “I want you”
When I want you to get out off my face 
Every time I say to you “ I was thinking of you” 
I though of my exboyfriend 
When I kiss you it didn’t mean anything to me 
Is like I kiss the wall 
You want to mate just for your sake 
You want to make love to me just for fun
I want you to get of my bed and of my face.


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STORM

Dark skies far distant cries.
Destructive, path with all its wrath,.
Nature calls city stalls.
Buildings tall buildings fall.
Lights have gone I look upon
Homes crushed turn to dust.
Fires blaze I stop to daze
Roaring skies with vengeful eyes.
,Defences battered, left in tatters.
city of water, with all its slaughter,.
Days of thunder I often wonder
mass destruction more construction.
Sunken wrecks abandon decks 
Massive waves lives to save.
Bolt of light that sudden fright.
Fearful eyes those darken skies. 
End is here, storm has past, 
another direction moving fast. 
Beginning of the end hopeful task. 
Next destination it stops to ask.


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Tormented

Only so much suffering can one man take, when stretched to the breaking point like a taut
violin string
When the pain is so severe that one's body goes numb, when he can no longer feel the stab
in the back
Save for the pain within himself, the cruel longing for something more, the sting of
bitter defeat once again
Like recurring nightmares haunting his every step, he is struck in his heart with a
profound sense of despair
That comes from a long and arduous life, marked at each turn with sorrow and balanced on
the edge of a knife
What folly comes from the lie of hope, for the man has lived his life through the
dichotomy of failure and victory
Upon straying too close to the light, he is torn from it by his own sense of loss and the
cruelty of his soul
And at the brink of death, when came a thought of final peace, he was brought back by
frail and incomplete dreams
The dual cycle never ends, for one fated and born into this world for the purpose of
suffering others pain
Forever reborn to continue on the path of dread, to know happiness only for it to be torn
from his throbbing heart
The never ending wheel of birth and rebirth, the fulcrum built upon this man's existence,
his blood and sinew
But no one will ever know this man's name, nor share in his pain, for his is a burden he
must bear alone
His tortured soul and tormented mind assure it, for burdened as such, none shall ever bond
with him
And his cries will go unheard in the grand scheme of the universe, forgotten in the flow
of time, never spoken
'Til the end...
		


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The fall

Never wished it this way
The bliss have continued
The joy would have been eternal 
The company unending
But for the rupture

Though the signs were there
Boldly written
And shouting above their voices
But the heart refused to concede the head
In the conflict the accord was short lived

Regret and guilt grew wild
Hopelessness ensued
An eternal desire ripped
Every effort wasted
All to no avail

Another dilemma
Another unfinished dream
Another futile chase
Loss and loss all the way
Salvation now desired above all.


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A Game with Death

Deep within the confines of my mind, I play a game with Death itself
The pieces set, black against white, the game played a thousand times before
I move the pawns to block the enemy line, and I feel a tinge of empathy
The pawn and I, so alike, both pieces in someone else’s game, expendable
The greater pieces, knights and rooks, bishops, and queens protect the king
The King, the representation of my mind, if defeated so shall I fall
The pawns charge and clear the way against the line of Death’s allies
Reaching to the sky for their chance at glory, but stricken down before
Death’s cold and brilliant moves seduce me, like a forbidden dance
Haunting and frightening, but tempting all the same, I allow the moves
The pieces fall like leaves from an autumn tree, a piece of me dies with them
For this is no mere game I realize, but the struggle against the embrace of oblivion
And I’m losing, the king backed into a corner, no way out with foes in pursuit
The king in hopeless retreat moves further into defeat, and I tremble
My hand reaches for something, could it be that I’ve succumbed to failure?
I take the king in hand and it falls to its side, the match is forfeit to Death
But as I offer my hand to him, embracing my fate, the phantom simply smiles
A chill smile not seen, but felt in the heart, a stinging pain that told me his intent
He would not take me to the afterlife, but abandon me to a life of pain and hardship
Just like so many times before, the game played over the course of a lifetime
And Death cheats every time, every loss becomes another chance for misery


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The Happy Dock

 If my lifevest were a donut that floated, I could float and eat happily for a week.

I was alone amid the choppy sea, baking under a watchful hot sun - 
Near me were scary fins; they stayed close but had not yet attempted to bother 
me.
I drifted on the tubular float, my feet barely in waves. 

I saw in the distance a floating wood dock…
Or maybe it was the smallest little island I had ever seen, only with no trees or 
shrubbery. I could not tell.

By and by I drifted closer…
And spotted a most unblemished figure standing alone with long flowing hair, 
long legs and bronzed buttocks to be sure, tanned coconuts by her feet. That 
much I discerned.

I floated and bobbed on my donut tube and hoped that I might float to her and her 
happy dock –
Two fins specifically came closer. 
Silver gray looming primeval fins slicing thru the water more pronounced and 
curious than the others, seemingly purpose-driven –

The woman with coconuts on a level dock waved to me.
She then signaled to me in warning that there were sharks in the water [as if I did 
not know]. I was only in seven feet of water - 
Red coral reefs were around me below the sharks…but it was to me perhaps the 
most beautiful inviting water in all the world.
Even with these awesome man-eaters . . . 

I was closer to the dock now. Fifty meters. I was sure of it! I wanted to rip off the 
vest and make a quick marathon swim to the girl – I did not think I could make it. 
My lips were chapped and my skin (hot from sun, wind and tropical haze) hurt 
badly and peeled, floating into the island air and into green waves. My skin.

I thought my skin was stinging, but . . .

Something pulled at my foot. Burning pain crippled me. A fluorescent jellyfish had 
stung me.
When I looked up, there was no woman on the dock. But still the goddamned 
fins -
I splashed in quick turning circles to try and find her, this woman on the dock, 
goddess, figment of my imagination…whatever.
I saw more fins, the same fins, but no girl. 
Then, lo, there was splashing. The girl was swimming to me . . .

When at last splashing ceased, and I was calm, I noted a warm easy wave come 
over me

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Seconds To Die

The only witness left...
The moon,
deep in space it sits,
the earth,
blown to bits,
nothing left behind,
no longer possessing the ability to protect Mankind,
now only thick clouds of smoke
filled the air,
and the trees choke,
as they tumble down,
no humans around
to hear the sounds,
uprooted from the ground,
angry branches crushing into dust,
continents shattering,
Oceans spraying marine life into the sky,
unlike the way it was nurtured,
it’s now left unprotected to die.
God stood in the Heavens
trying to look dignified,
millions of years to evolve,
and only seconds to die.
From where God hovered over the destruction,
he wondered how the humans felt now,
their world bombed,
the ground falling beneath their feet,
all Mankind fallen to a needless defeat,
the air gushing out of their lungs,
nausea, death, extinction, destruction!
God heard the innocent cry,
he heard the sounds of panic,
throbbing in his head,
so much destruction, and everyone dead.
God Heard his sanity calling,
he heard the souls falling,
all in his midst of madness,
not one country, not one Super Power
was willing to try,
millions of years to evolve,
and only seconds to die...


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The Crime

Shadows are casting down from the streetlights above
As she wanders, tight skirt, to and fro, along the street.
Her name, well it is different daily, but at birth was Helen.
She is one of the loveliest people you’d ever want to meet.

Her chosen field, well that is a field of night promises and cash,
She is great at her trade, a real diamond in the rough.
She really is quiet and shy, but she so needs to make money.
As a result of necessity, she has became quite territorial and tough.

At home, three children await her, that call her mommy.
Little Jessica, just 3, always gives her a welcoming hug.
Young Tom, now 12 but growing, stands as the man of the house
And on her skirt, 6 year old Rebecca, gives her a tug.

She protects them and keeps them away from her reality.
Providing for them was ever only her greatest concern.
After he left them stranded and in need of money to live
She had no other choices, no other places to turn.

Her days on the street, she promised herself, would be few.
However, one day into another, her days became years.
The money is good, the children are fed and dressed well,
But during her tricks, she tries to hold back her tears.

A future she provides for her children’s tomorrow.
A sacrifice she reluctantly made from the start.
To be doing something else, anything, whatever,
And to still have her children, would put joy in her heart.

The days they all ended when the judge banged the gavel.
The mother she thought she was, is now doing time.
Her children, they pay now, for all of her bad choices,
Into the system, they went. Now that is the crime!


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The School's Phantom

The lockers are beaten and bloody
Running water makes the floor muddy
The windows are cracked very sharp
Hallways are black with the music of a harp
Thoughts filled our minds
Wondering what will we find
The tunes of life, The sands of time
We fear we've reached the end of line
The windows were never broken
Realizing now shadow is the last token
We hear a voice right after
Sounding as if it is laughter
Telling us all we are broken
"Again ever after you will see a new token"...


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Reminiscing about tomorrow

Ahh it burns,
look into my head
all of the urns
makes me wish i was dead

the pain and sorrow
that it makes me feel
i wonder if torromrrow
is all really real

and so all this pain
drives me to the brink
it makes me insane
also makes me think

if i were to die
would anyone care
or if i did just lie
would everyone stare

so someone just hit me
dead in my face
as if i would see
in your eyes my disgrace

bring out in my mind
theese thoughts in my head
cuse into this bind
i'm left out instead.


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I Live In A Hole

i live in a hole 
no way out
i have nothing 
i dug it my self with the guilt and thoughts of not returning
the longer i live the deeper i get no way out nor do i care
i wanna sit in my hole and play with the maggets in my mind
as they eat away every memory 
i love this hole of mine it keeps me away
away from all who want to hurt me...


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Behind

I will leave my crutches
I will leave my burdens
I will leave the past to the past
Walls I erected for new life
Walls I painted with pain
Walls that saved and scared me 
Everyday again and again
I'll walk away from anxiety
Escape this consistency
Plant my own family tree
I will leave this refuge
I will abandon this familiar taste
And I will make it as I always have
No matter the walls I face.