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Details | Epic | |

Atlantis

~ATLANTIS~   Featuring:) Kelly Deschler

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Can't be re-written by the Gods
The land and sands of time'
Destroyed by the fire of Poseidon's curse 
Atlantis swallowed by: Earth
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In one day and one night
Peaceful existence met its end
Built on a volcano, now surrounded by ancient rippled tears
Lava stripped apart the rich and glorious empire
Enriched by Engineers and Architects whom loved power more than the Gods 
Forgotten souls, sheltered by a watery grave
History withheld from shallow sunken memories,
Western sky's hide the truth, a vision from the Pillars of Hercules
"An island situated in front of The Strait of Gibraltar"
Ghostly ruins wait to rise above the Mediterranean and Atlantic Waves
A magical island held down by the hands of death, 
~
Atlantis lost city walls ---a secret hidden by mermaids
Partially buried, beneath the ocean floor it lies
The largest sunken treasure never to be found
Magnificent pillars of an imperial palace still stand
Somewhere hidden under ancient sand
Some are leaning against turrets, that toppled after the impact
Nothing human will ever inhabit these walls
No feet will ever touch these staircases, again
Only an eerie silence now resides here, with the blue-green waters   
Seaweed grows along it's outer walls, like ivy on a trellis.
Obscuring it even further from the human eye.
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Other ocean tides will never compare
Tantalizing blend of fantasy and mystery
Stone walls covered with precious gems
 -Listen to PLATO'S voice-
"Look close, Look close, into the sea!"
Through the light and Pillars of Hercules
Some where out there buried in the vast 
ATLANTIS THE PARADISE


~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Girl, Interrupted

Girl, Interrupted-

 
Deep cuts from within.
She faced bravely the many hardships of womanly life. 
How did she end up here?
Severe depression after her first mental breakdown.
Sorrow oppressed what was left.
Now in the parallel universe, 
Never aware of the world left behind.
She will catch a brief glimpse of this world where everything is different.

Losing the veil in which includes time, 
Aging without caring death awaits!
Her different personality replaces reality. 
Things appear normal in her the eye. 

Although captivate in her own mind,
She feels this is freedom.

Being heavily burdened--
Every day she stares into different mirrors,
Smiling in her bipolar face.
Without knowing insanity put her mind at ease.

~SKAT~


Details | Epic | |

Wall Street

      

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

We see Captain Do Gooder catching second wind. 

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

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


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

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

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

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

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



Details | Free verse | |

FEVER PITCH

FEVER  PITCH

Demons of faith,
God speed,
Ageless tears,
 
A dweller lost in the perfect Odyssey.
Bricks of memories, barricade my way out.
Growing gray within the ageless centuries.
Steady rivers, at the pitch of one response.
Times out, by the heat, and beauty.
Tragedy is never a fear to announce.

The drug that takes to cure, the world,
~ lost in a torn humanity.
Harmless, results and tears
~ struck in every way, in the same day.

Sneaky thoughts up my sleeve. 
I will leave, the envious of me, this you best believe,
There is no way in...
YET!!
I found the perfect way out...
Destroying demons,
That get in my way..

Waking up in a dusty road.
Unleashing every load.
Today's a different day, still I wake up the same way.
But, today life is reversed.
I find myself with an endless thirst.
Tossing me into a 700 degree level,
I shine away from the path of the dust devil.
Swirling all around, forbidden to enter my bound.
Your pitch at me,
a fever I want no more.
Now I can see, the emptiness of the things inside of me.
Now I can feel, my soul reaching out to heal.

Breaking every cold sweat, 
Shivers, pneumonia a life of regrets.
Withdrawals left behind.
Symptoms, showing the fever is gone.

God Speed*
Into my life*

 by;p.d.


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

WHITE DEVIL

White Devil

Call it what you want!
I call it, his favorite season hunt...
Two hoofs imprinted near the riverfront.
Echoes calling my soul with a loud, ferocious grunt.

I smell it in the air, lost upon the white golden stair.
A deep frost dwelling all over his lair.
Tangled by the frozen grip of my hair.
A decision, I declare to give what he won't spare.

This man has no red suit..
Lurking in the white to recruit.
A midnight suicide clouding me with pollute.
I pause my tongue on mute, lost in a white castle chute.

Headed straight into a shivering blazing star path.
The land of snow covered like a bubble bath.
Breaking icicles like crystal glass, suck3d by the milky-way mass.
Multiplying bruises like a cascade, enjoying the aftermath. 

Finding a way to slit the pain in my domain.
I grab a coat and lace my name to Mary-Jane.
Inserting the finest line to ease the drain in my brain.
I drink the icy scotch, and drop a silver nickel into the devils cocaine.

Fallen in to his bait, its too late, I got 7 lines on my dinner plate.
I'm covered up in snow, enjoying the amazing way to suffocate.
Eight beats to every minute is my new heart rate.
I'm reaching for the white golden gate, where the white devil waits.

Drowning like liquor in a frappe mixing the winter's high tide.
Death to my soul is where I hide under this white blanket neutral side.
Too heavy to uplift this storm lost in the devil's cold custard suicide guide.
Waking up in a coma, in a world where white collides with the rage of suicide.

by;p.d.   
 (( Trapped in a snowy blizzard))


Details | Alliteration | |

THE LAST DAYS

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


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Epitaph | |

The Day the Eagle Cried

We will never forget exactly where we were, 
	We will never forget exactly what we were doing, 
		We could never forget the loss we felt – 9/11/01.

We saw the birth of amazing heroes,
	We mourned with the grief of thousands,
		We marveled at the strength of the human spirit.

It was the day we held our children more closely,
	It was the day the American Family was reborn,
		And the day we became “One Nation, Under God.”

We heard those resounding words, “A plane hit the tower”,
	We watched in disbelief as the second tower fell to earth,
		And we heard the most heroic of words, “Let’s Roll!”

There were so many lessons that we learned,
	There are so many memories to be held dear,
		There was “Old Glory” – still standing to give us hope.

Firemen, Policemen, Clergy and Civilians-
	Were taken from us in a few fleeting moments,
		We saw a flight of angels, and an Eagle cry.

We became the strongest and most formidable of enemies,
	The most united in spirit and purpose in decades,
		We were filled with renewed honor and pride.

Yes, we lost the very innocence of our being,
	We lost the complacency of everyday routine,
		But yet we gained so much more.

For now we know the true meaning of so many, many words –
	“Indivisible”, “In God We Trust”, “United We Stand”
    		and the most important of all -
			“Greater Love Hath No Man Than This”…


Details | Free verse | |

Hounds from Hell

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

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

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

-10/14/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

The Wasteland -Part 1-

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


Details | Free verse | |

Romeo and Juliet (Our Story)Pt 2

Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days,
 nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache,
The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a
stranger, yet my love dies not! Though I plead and beg for
her to recall and rekindle the love affair of many moments ago,
She bears news of her plans of wedded bliss to another, news that
I curse my eyes for seeing, ears for hearing, and heart for knowing
is true! With desolate heart and soul, corrupted mind, and disregard
of future as that of a mad man, I fall to my knees and scream,
"God and heaven alike, I defy and deny you both! For no
father of mine would rip asunder my motivation for humanity!
Nor does any paradise remain alive without her presence!"

Be it his decree that I hurt for eternity both alive and deceased
then be it my decree that his life and love never was!
Thus I have become what I am, with no rue nor shame,
For I am not the tender Romeo that once lived and breathed,
No more do I dwell in her heart or mind, and no more do I wish
any essence of a Romeo dwell inside my soul, for my Juliet
is buried and lost in abundances of new days. No day, nor night,
nor morrow is good for me, Sans trust, Sans faith, Sans morality,
Sans love do I wish to have or hold, Dead but still breathing I am,

Condemned to memories and dreams of  elated yesteryears, 
denying my own will, but loyal to that promise which cannot
be broken by even the cold lifelessness of heartache, I shriek,
and yawp, and yell, and raise my voice beyond the sting of pain, as
I wake each night, bleeding the same sound from my lips,
"Juliet!, Juliet!!, Juliet!!!" Repeated until my eyes are dry and
my voice is drained to the most silent of whispers, I force out,
over tears, over ache, over agony, over all, in one last breath,
"Juliet"


Details | Ballad | |

Ballad of Dreams: One: Beneath the Realm part one

Beneath the realm of Reality
Lies a secret- a world of fantasy
Feasting my eyes upon the faded stone
Delving into a vast world of the unknown

Whispers dance in the curling fog dancing amongst the dead trees
Murmurs of those who have long passed, float against the breeze
Passing the large tree, the gate surrounding the stoned castle
A slender inhabitant, dazzles my mind, his speech facile

Shall I trust this unknown creature, from this the unknown world
His arms, his...tendrils, curl...and around me swirled
My thoughts-he knows them-for he and I are entwined
Further into the dead woods I wonder, a sense of fear encompassing my mind

A bubbling stream I faintly hear, as further I go into the forest
The watery grave seeming to get closer, it's symphony-a chorus
Entranced I follow this fellow into the unknown
Closer and close to the stream i go, further away from the grey stone

Above the lines of fantasy
This, has become my reality
Dreaming-this land I return, once was I lost
But now here I am at home, everything quiet and soft

I search for you amongst the dead
And there, standing behind those gates is cloaked figure-hood on head
I wonder who this master of mystery is, but he soon disappears
A blink of my eye he is gone, and I have not seen him again in years

I search once more for you, my fiendish friend,
But soon I fear you have left me here-to come to my own end
I do not wish to wake, I do not wish to leave this place
Soon I come to spot your featureless face

The King of fright, so tender towards me
Showing me, when I lost my way so long ago, out misty dead trees
But I could not stay away, I wanted to see him again
And thus he promised to return to me again

That forest land I wish to see once more
But I have lost my way, trapped in a darkness forevermore
Kept away from what I so desperately yearn for
To return to that mysterious home I adore


Details | Free verse | |

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



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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

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


Details | 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 take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


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The Internet: Return

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


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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.


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young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


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Red Roses

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

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



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Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 14


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 14
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’


A struggle had started on the Himalayan peaks,
Between delusion and penance,
To watch this great fight,
The Sun stopped its motion for a while.

Even consciousness was watching,
Bewildered and astonished.
Who wins the unique struggle,
The delusion of Goddess or the God.

Meditation of Lord Shanker,*
Got disturbed by illusion,
Seeing such courage of Cupid,
He thought over the consequences.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 5th May 2012.
To continue…..

Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.

Clarifications:
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Lord Shiva

IMPORTANT NOTE:
Due to passing of time some of the 
Hindi Text stanzas of this great epic
got lost or right now it is not available.
Even I have also lost some parts 
of the Ist English translation done by 
me, long back, when my father was alive.
They are either got misplaced or lost.  
I am rewriting such missing lines to 
the best of my capabilities to
preserve this valuable writing by bringing
this unique story before the world. ...Ravindra
My Email id for facebook and other readers:
kapoor_skk@yahoo.com




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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.


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Im Gone

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet


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Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


 


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Haikus About God: V

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


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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.


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

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

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

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

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

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

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

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

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

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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War

  The  physical pain ,
is not enough to drain,
 war physiological
,thought criminological
I'm a law abiding citizen
ready to relax
fire lights ,ignite
echo , wind claps
lightning flashes across water
animals fly across sand ,
flames get hotter ,
wave ,water ,
glass shatters, break,
straight  forward ,
life , no mistake ,
I hunt threw the eye's ,
as I create ,analyze fate,
 dragon in the cloud breathing fire
threw your gates ,
Flintstones head shot
sleeping bedrock ,
50 / 50 split
sure why not ,
hallow ,empty a clip,
living long ,lasting
Emperor Assassin
storm rain
E A !
It's in the game


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ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"


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Love needs Two Hearts

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

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

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

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


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Push Up

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

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

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

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

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


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





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Love And Pricks

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


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PASSIONS

PASSIONS 


On the deck of his life’s boat 
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown 

Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzled mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing in a labyrinth 
Of faint speculations

The dilemma was his, knowing not were to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood: 
Equally appealing
              Equally accessible
                              Equally demanding!

He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort a sound failure:
                           The riddle persists
                                    The obscurity endures
                                                   The enigma remains.

Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.

Suddenly, his choleric aimless and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy: 
  For control 
           Hungry for rule and
                      Thirsty for power 
Arrogant, reckless hands and 
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved 
Reason: The illuminated helmsman 
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.

Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived from its power   
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning, 
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and 
Of shameful vice. 

Then, as the sails of vanity and of blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to 
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank to the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which 
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
 
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   18 January 2013  


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Thoughts of You

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

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

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


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Don't Try It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one


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Haikus About God: IV

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


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Haikus About God: VI

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


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The Illusion of Knowledge

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

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

Who would make that call?

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

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

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

We have been trained to accept;
Un-accept.

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

Why?

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

Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

A New Life

She told, she will
hold my hand
And will be best
forever
But last night, she
turns off a broke
In dreams too, I
heard ‘Over’..!!!

I asked where our
promises are
That we had in past
years
She screamed “I
don’t give damn to
it”
That reflects to my
care..!!!

She thought I can’t
live without her
And in her case it
was true
I tried to get out
of this prison
And from this loving
flu..!!!

It is true, I cried
and last night I
died
But now I left her,
with all the moment
behind
I loved her, but
today it’s not true
I woke up again and
took a lovely
move..!!!

It’s hard to say,
but fact is it is
not lie
See, the winds blows
with my words ‘Good
Bye’..!!!


Details | Verse | |

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!”


Details | Free verse | |

Sitting Alone

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

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

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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

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


Details | Narrative | |

Blind Light

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


Details | Free verse | |

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-


Details | Acrostic | |

Lost In Thought

Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

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


Details | 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.


Details | Ballad | |

A Saga Awaits You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Gull Wheels On!


Details | Bio | |

Living for Something and Dying for Nothing

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


Details | Free verse | |

My Notebook

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

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

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

But, you’re like no other . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Epic | |

Commandment Battlement - Final Part -

A pawn for a pawn,a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my meddlesome mobility unabated,indicative of a congenital nobility,
configured to coral this clambering caravan of corrupted cargo,
like a sqaulid sailing ship mired by a dragging anchor
I will be the insensitive squall that sreams and squashes
your spirit's resolve for immortality to which you aspire,
by necessity,your pirate army pines to encroach this backline of mine,
alert for advantage like hyenas on high ground,
but when the men turn round with countenances of lost children,
then the lead you must take and oasis forgo,

A final engagement cautiously commenced upon the carnage 
of this conflict's first casualties,terrific testament of mortality,
gross scenes torn pale and asunder by torchlights,
unremitting images of the half dead bleeding,
their moans bare and last moments barren
like old channels of lost rivers,
raging exhaustion spurned and supplanted with a spontaneous summons
of a brazen belief that my foe is more weakened,warbled and wasted than we,
here in middle,setting the endgame circuitously,
a defense is devised to deter like a pinching pillory,
my startegy is instinct,my ferocity divers -

J.A.B.  - Final Part -


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tomorrow

We don’t know what tomorrow brings
So we just can’t speculate
And it will make no sense
For us to just sit down and wait

The love we found today
We both know it’s real and true
All love with face some obstacles’
But love will always make it through

Some people will try to hold back
What they are feeling in their heart
When they know this love is a fairy tale
Romance Right from the very start

We are worrying about the future
Bout the unknown is like a blank page
But god can close the curtains anytime
Down on any one’s stage

I know a man who loves woman
He falls for her heart and soul
And his parents says it’s crazy
He’s too young and she’s too old

So they stop them from getting marry
Causing years of pain and sorrow
While driving he got in accident today
And they will bury him tomorrow

And the wound in her heart won’t stop bleeding
And every breathe she wish was the last she take
A little boy calls his dad, saying look, look ,dad
And they found her body floating in the lake

His parents was worried bout the future
Although they know it was unknown
But still they plant the seeds of pain
Now look what it has grown

Why didn’t they let them be together?
For today all that remains is sorrow
For trying to change the course of true love
They have taken away their tomorrow

For today they would have been married
And build a happy home of love
But now they are two lost souls
Forever roaming the world above

Some times one year of happiness
Is worth 100 years of being alone
For as long as two hearts are true
Forever the flowers of love will bloom

And as long as there are stars in the sky
And the waves must come to the shore
People of all different ages
Will be falling in love forever more

But what if tomorrow never comes
And you let today go
Then the real magic of true love
You will never get to know


Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Alliteration | |

Downside of a Writer

They say Im a lover but I know I can also be a fighter/ 
Im living in darkness today knowing tomorrow ain't going to get any brighter/ 
Im so heavy in the pain I don't know when *****in life is going to get any lighter/
 My *****in life is all crooked and loose I don't think it's going to get any straighter or tighter/
 I just need to be useful and not happy is what I lost sight of/ 
Im a matchbook making matches light up because without me there ain't no striker/
 Im just a lost poet trying to find deep within this hard head as a true Writer.....


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Inferno Negro

the negro is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that have been done in the name of the SON. the inferno negro is the movie of this country, always watched and critic-ed. you must understand that self hating is very wicced, misunderstood when you walk through a suburban neighboorhood the devil is screaming conform!! conformm!! inferno negro you dont belong so just get along, even if the devil knows. the devil knows your story and your weakness and he lives behind and inside the so called supremacy system we live within. peace inferno negro know thyself for you are so lost in this Babylonia hell.


Details | Rhyme | |

A frog like me

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Feel Like Ending Everything


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


Details | Rhyme | |

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??


Details | Free verse | |

What did I do to deserve this

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

-9/23/13-

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


Details | Romanticism | |

Can't Love be with me for once

Can't Love be with me for once

in my life.

Can't Love for once in my life

see the way I live

and accept me for who I am

and not for what I possess.

I have seen love bounce back and forth

through the darkened streets of life

and I sat on the park benches,

alone.

I can't wait till love comes again

but can't love just be with me for once

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

come through the doors of perception.

Can't Love be with me for once

throughout the valleys of sorrow and depression

and shine its glorious face onto me,

like the first morning rays of the sun at dawn.

I cannot understand, why

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

Why?

I ask you, why?

Can't Love just laugh, and talk to me

Can't the arrow of Cupid find me already.

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

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

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

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

once in a great, blue moon.

Too walk through the dew sprinkled, dawn days in August

as I walk to my chamber

and ready to love,

but love can't be found.

Can't love just come already.

Show its pretty face,

Hold my hand,

kiss me and I kiss back,

to read a book of poetry to her

as she lays in my arms,

and then we shall make love

under the twilight.

The stars shall shine

the moon shall be bright and full

and I shall find love one day.

One lonely day, as I sit in the wayward cafe

drinking my sorrows away,

writing my poetry

and love shall walk through that door

I shall find her and take her by the hand

and kiss her upon her soft cheek.

I just ask,

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


Details | Ballad | |

The Artist and The Poet

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


Details | Verse | |

The Eves of May

Maelstrom, O thou devil 
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sane extraction

And the spills of night
A new tone deafness
Burning oil; sentiment molasses 
Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile 

Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo

One lost soul...
Shipwrecks against a sea
And there too does the twist of tango
Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me

Elsewhere, the raven flies repetition
Into glass windows
Blood stains upon a faceless mask
Drowns out the cries and the conscience

Of feathers blacker that lie strewn
Are the questions I have asked 
And the answers I cannot have

Let slip feigned breath of man beneath
A gargle from the cold tunnel brine
What's left surrenders alter to its evil
And nothing is, to evermore survive

And the eves and ides of May 
Are Saran gas upon a mass of land
Men of desparation hunger 
Eating flesh of man much meeker

And thou wilst not again
Glimpse thy rival sun
Nor when it comes, goes 
Or finality, when it finds its done

Inspired by the madness of Poe
That which is locked within us all


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 | Light Poetry | |

To Wither and Die Not

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


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

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


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Two Lonesome Doves

Just two lonesome doves lost in a field full of grain
if one flies one way the other will be lost in the wind
oh, but how those doves wanted to be free but were so scared 
holding onto each other until the bitter end

Just a little longer they thought, and we will be okay
no one cared what happened to them in those days
when one cried out the other one fell to the ground
it seemed no one could see what their needs truly were

So they thought it best to relocate them to a better place
have you ever seen doves cry as they hold onto a strange life
their hearts still beat the same, but now they knew what lonesome meant
and night after night they untucked their weary heads looking to the stars

Two lonesome doves dreamed of how things should be
softly they cooed the others name alone in the dark
oh, but the price of the cost to be free was ever-so great
don't ever think one doesn't share the pain the other feels

That field full of grain felt like nothing without the one that they loved
lonesome dove coos go out each night praying the other will fly to them
lost in the wind they have to be, doves have a forever kind of love
until that day, we all watch the tragedy when two doves cry




Inspired by:

Ray Lamontagne Let it be me Lyrics 

Oh no she is in her mp3, help us Lord! lol 


Details | Alliteration | |

One Among Many part 2

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


Details | Free verse | |

When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...


Details | ABC | |

purple clouds

purple clouds, lost in shrouds, my life is about, the quiets and louds. i wonder what, the clouds are like, they turn purple, im riding a bike. why are they purple? god only knows, they grow deeper, my curiosity grows. purple clouds, lost in sight, life goes on, and i still have to fight. if its not, illusionated, the milk is sour, and the cheese is grated. to live on a farm, with purple clouds, my soul is gone, and im lost in shrouds.


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Prose Poetry | |

Lord God

Halleluya!halleluy!
This is a shout of joy and happiness
Both streaming from my soul
Like waters from the mountains.
I open my mouth,recite and sing of his greatness,
His doings,are so much that I cant even tell
 I can only lift my hands up,open my mouth to say,
Thankyou Jesus

Many said that  I could not make it
And for a moment I thought they were right
But He proved them all wrong.
He is not mocked and His thoughts are far beyound our thoughts
He is a father to all and a provider to all,
And above all He reigns forever,
I can only lift my hands up,open my mouth to say ,
thankyou Jesus

Don't look down ipon yourself,
But lift your eyes unto Him
Let Him know of your desires and He will grant you.
He is a true friend,and will always be there for you.
He is a guider to thr lost and a counsel to all.
I can only lift my hands up, open my mouth to say
Thankyou Jesus.

What can I say?
He is beyound description,
And am lost of words to write ,
But ,I can only live to tell of His works
Lifting my hands up,opening my mouth i say,
 thankyou Jesus


Details | Epic | |

My Mind

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

THORNS WORTH

Two of the kind is never the same.
Similarities this pertains.
Applicable to that, which connects cousins, both females.

Generations manifested. 
The one name Rose is the older cousin.
A throne she feels in her side, when the younger cousin became part of her life.

A relationship grew.
She babysat Rose’s children.
The younger cousin’s friend lied.
Therefore, she became a thorn in Rose’s side.

The thorn's worth is insight.
Rose and her cousin lost like.
They did not speak for quite a while.
Today the lie is still a lie.

Every Rose has its thorn is the theme of this poem with morale formed.
Why confront a lie when you have not told one?
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Penned on March 19, 2014!


Details | Epic | |

Mont Buet 1st April 1987

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Free verse | |

Death, it is a sad way to go

Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upon my stone face, upon the face, lays a simplistic smile
that shows no emotion, no teeth, no life.
Death, it is a sad way to go.

People hurry, say their goodbyes,
but when your alive,
they never come around, they never call, they never even think
of you and how you are feeling.
While you walk the streets, with a smile on your face,
nothing but knives stick sharpe in my back and gossip
burns a hole in my soul and heart;
but I keep on walking and smiling.
I keep rolling on through like a summer hurricane
tears apart a coastal city in the heat of June weather,
Walking till death comes to shake my hand and grin at my soul.

Then as you lay their in your casket
with a buqouet of your favorite flowers, (Roses and Tulips)
they sit around you, the same faces, the same blind eyes
and they all shed tears and says good things.
Too late for that don't you think?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what relief you get,
when finally departing in peace and leaving the drama
and careless people in your life.
After I am put six feet under, a week of crying passes,
After two weeks I am lost and long forgotten,
nothing but a stone at my cranium to keep me company
and my new friends, who sleep along next to me.
Dead and forgotten, but the dead never forget their fellow lost souls.
Only the living forget such souls that were so good to them,
now they are gone,
I am gone.
How do you feel, now that I am gone?

Death, it is a sad way to go, but what peace you recieve in Paradise.


Details | Epic | |

False Cause

FALSE CAUSE

Elite few for their political reasons & scheming

in deception drew many feeble fellows with a tint of religious emotion

Men who do evil in the name of good and serve the devil in the name of God

Wonder why we would worship deities if we have to protect them and defend their cause

and their feeble faithfuls faithfully fan a false cause

Boko Haram

Biko Hara'm

 

You claimed to be anti western education

But you are pro western technology & ammunition

fruits of a failed marriage, the abomination of amalgamation

Men of customized violence & signature blood shed

Lo you've turned a green land red

survivors who once bled are now dead

Boko Haram

Biko Hara'm

 

You claimed your problem was the government

But you bombed the unarmed and innocent

I know of a place you'll never raze or dent

Too many Mosquitoes standing untouched and fat

Yet you set ablaze a moving Church rat

Which heavens do you connect from your mat

Boko Haram

Biko Hara'm

 

Some Say you are fanatical and political

Others say your cause is unrealistic, cannibalistic & tribalistic

Whatever the case, I loathe your bloody passion & fashion

You smoked to ashes mother and child

and returned untimely to dust a groom and his bride

Yet some keep mum, others speak in tongues tender and mild

Boko Haram

Biko Hara'm

 

You double the woes of the Niger-area

and in your folly, threw stones at the market square

You've lost some of your own and soon to be deserted alone

Imagine the opportunities lost at a senseless cost

In my mother-tongue, I bid you to end this wrong

Boko Haram

Biko Hara'm

 

I have had this burden borne like a laden camel

it is true our beliefs differ in Isaac and Ishmael

Yet i entreat you in the name of our father Abraham

Let folks flock in your pastures without fear of harm

For infected with dirge is my song that is sung

True we do not share a common tongue

But its crystal clear we share a common skin

The victims of your transferred aggression ask,'What is our sin?'

are we the government or the western education so forbidden?

Sheath your explosive swords and let words detonate from your mouth

Remember the support and base of every North is a supplying South

Boko Haram

Biko Hara'm

 

C'emeka Mbah 9:50am 19/05/2012


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

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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Drifting Mainly

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

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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The slave and saved

Her spirit died, she was not born again,
She found herself falling, calling, screaming for help,
She landed on a murky rock surrounded with volcanic eruptions,
Where ever she turned, souls were experiencing invasive destruction,
Her name was written in a Smokey haze,
Her cell was wide open and forces pushed her in,
She was instantly aware of all her sins,
Her flesh began to melt and peal 
Then, it healed
And once again pealed
Tormented, over and over again
Cankerworms slowly dug their way in
Sinister laughter’s hissed all around
“You were lost and now will never be found”

Her spirit died, she was born again
She found herself floating in a foreign land,
Iron Gates stood before her eager face,
A book made of Gold shimmered as she heard her name,
Songs of the redeemed continually sang,
And her body became absent from struggles and shame,
As she walked on streets of gold,
A kingdom appeared that she was once told about
Laughter filled with ecstasy was everywhere,
Angelic humming invited her in,
She kept feeling
Sweet healing,
Then, found herself kneeling,
Humble and relieved
“You were lost and now you’re found”

By: Sabina Nicole


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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The Dance

She was young and naive, easy to deceive,
Delicate and faint, some what a saint.
Hungry for change, in some ways just strange,
Open for new, oh what that would do.
A sinister smile, met her one night.
Eger to feed his own appetite,
Eyes like hawk,
Physique of a snake,
Words whispered out, “Hi my name is Jake.”

The days she thought she was missing,
Blinded by all their ravishing kissing,
Passion had its fall,
When she realized there was no ball.
She should have lost both her slippers,
Since price charming, became Mr. Ripper.
Sometimes love pays a price, 
When it was lust that made her initially enticed.

From the moment he seemed to ask her name,
She did not realized she entered a game,
All of this seemed exciting and new,
For a second, it was like a dream come true.
He continued to pursue her all through the late hours,
Even went and picked her some burgundy flowers.
Preparing her heart to accept his invite,
They had entered into the twilight.

 The days she thought she was missing,
Blinded by all there ravishing kissing,
Passion had its fall,
When she realized there was no ball.
She should have lost both her slippers,
Since price charming, became Mr. Ripper,
Sometimes love pays a price,
 When it was lust that made her initially enticed.

He asked her to dance under the crescent moon,
Then gently kissed her, and began to consume.
All of the breathe inside of her lips,
As he held tight to her lovely hips,
She gasped for air, but he didn’t stop,
When suddenly, there was a little pop
She fell to the ground,
With no one around,
He kissed her goodnight,
After his bite.

BY: Sabina Nicole


Details | I do not know? | |

Pain

A light I see at the end of the road
glowing brightly swinging to and fro
showing me the end of my life
and how I took it away with a knife.
I plunged it into my heart
to stop the pain and falling apart
to stop the hurt that I was feeling
over and over again like an orange peeling.
My heart stopped beating and the pain stopped too
my body went numb and my lips turned blue
I closed my eyes and thought to myself
the pain has stopped, I helped myself.
Lying on my bedroom floor
looking down at myself in awe
wondering why I did what I did
and wondering what happened to this kid.


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I Never Find The Train

I am beggar I am thief I am Eve Buried by belief I am leader I am breeder I am Adam Narcissistic feeder I lie inside the doorway Unable now to die I see the tortured infant Yet still I cannot cry Was drafted for the Nam Saw sixty thousand dead They read the dead a psalm And then the worms were fed I fought for love of country Unable there to die The death of friends and comrades And still I'm asking why I've been a rogue receiver And a dark and doomed deceiver As I swam between two Islands In the sea of coral jade I walked through misty highlands In the land of heat and grief A soldier without purpose Who had lost his own belief I've lived so many lifetimes As I turned most every trick I lost my chance at right times 'Cause I played the game too quick I'm buried by the burden Of my sorrow and my shame For I was once surrounded And surrendered to the game Sisters of sincerity Released me from all blame They know the fleeting nature Of this sad and fickle fame I've won some feeble fortunes That still fuel the fire and flame No matter now what happens I will find another game The words of every prophet And the hardships of the lame The lepers left untreated As their blood boils down the drain I seem to find the station But I never find the train And every destination Seems to find the pouring rain I'm walkin' through the valley Filled with sorrow and a tear I'm deep into a forest As the dark is drawing near Some soldiers at the front Some marching to the rear I'm treading holy water And I need to have you here Now listen to me sweetness It is time for me to leave My mind is moving far too fast For me to stop and grieve Remember that the Universe Is far beyond a creed And man is just a minute part Of Universal seed I know I've done my giving To my friends and kindred dear It is the part of living That can make it all so clear I'm off to find the truth Before I lose my youth And if a truth be found It's through your patience so profound And now we've said our last goodbyes Yet not a tear falls from my eyes But just before I go to sleep Will be my time to weep For love and long emotion Is the potion for devotion Look at me Pretty woman Can't you see Look at me Your magic Moved the mountain And this seeker Now is free Look at me Pretty woman Can't you see Look at me For I no longer Want to die I'm man enough To cry Look at me Pretty woman I am free


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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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What is LOVE

I read Your POETRY and try to imitate Love
In my POETRY I pretend to know what I write
My heart does not feel anything even for GOD above
I talk to HIM in Prayer, never see HIM in my sight

I never knew my Mother, I did not know my Dad
Imaginery Brothers and Sister is all I ever had
I read so many POEMS of Love as many as I could
I never felt the pangs of lost Love even though I should

I felt a twinge of feelings for POETS on the Soup
I feel I have betrayed YOU, and most likely lost YOUR Trust
I ask for Your forgiveness, From the Lauretes of this group
My Lenore, was and is and Epic tale of Lust


                      To be Cont. on this page in about an hour
                             I'm at the Library and time is Up 


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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.


Details | Ballad | |

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 2

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER
(Part 2 of 3)

Now Jorgie was a fierce one
Widowed   ‘fore she wed
The object of her passion
A Sea man lost and dead

Jorgie had a small lad
Swaddled piece of sun
And her lovers parents
Coveted this tiny life begun

They didn’t care that he was born
Before the two were wed
They claimed that he was theirs now
A whaling lad- True bred.

The parents of the lover
    had an only child
On his death they lost their hope
Twas like a dream defiled.

Jorgie begged her father
"Keep us out of sight!"
But her father made a traitors deal--
Oft Gold dissolves what’s right.
 
She quickly packed her bag
And off the two did fly
She sold gold jewelry and fine clothes
And kissed her land good bye

Upon a third class ship
She bought a third class bed
The sickness hit her in a storm
She puked until she bled…

Spring Winds they blew black fierce, 
the poor men all were cursed
The scurvy struck them all
There was no last or first

The ship was tossed --the wind blew bad
A wretched ugly sight
Despite the stink ,despite her fear
She battled with her fright.

Didn’t know the language
Didn’t know the style
But Jorgie was determined
To prosper with her child

When she reached the New World
She found cross country trains
And as she crossed the mighty land
She wracked her weary brain.

To organize a new life
And work the whole day long
She came up with a daring plan
She hoped she wasn’t wrong.

She jumped the train at Minot
She had a cousin there
She’d pay his wife to watch the babe
‘til she could raise him fair.

The cousin’s wife had lost her babes
She welcomed the small joy
Jorgie smiled and kissed him tho
Her heart ached for the boy.

She ventured West to logging camps
Set up her fire and pans
Cooked for Nordic loggers
The boldest of bold men.

 ========to be continued (too long for the site...sorry...)
 

Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen




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In Her Dream

Time went wrong sometime
Causing, lost of friend
We lose our life and dream our past 
Crying for our best friend 

We think, we were first to met her 
And without us, she felt alone 
But,  today the days are not the same 
In her place we are gone

We know it is not her mistake at all 
The reasons are spy, family and friends 
But days pass,  we dream our past
Crying for our best friend.


Details | Epic | |

Life being over

Life being over

Do you find it impossible?
Do you think you lost it all?
Are you not reliable?
Do you easily fall?
Do you not lift your head?
If you could you would crawl
Inside you are dead
You’re blank like a wall
You feel no reason to get out of bed
You have no laughter no grove
Is it life you still dread
Your motionless you don't move
You smile upside down instead
You act like life is over
Since you lost your best friend
The one that cat fetch and rollover
             i.t.    
     s.k.a.t. poetry


Details | I do not know? | |

I Am One Of Many

                                         I am one of Many
                                 Who share this human shell.
                                    No one can understand
                                          How different 
                                             We all are.

                                             I am A Host
                                 To a cast of many characters
                                      Fighting for their time-
                                          For the freedom
                                           To live their lives.

                                          I am one of Many
                                   Who knows how precious
                                       Every moment of time
                                           We get to live
                                               Is a gift. 

                                           I am a Host
                              To twelve Altar Personalities
                                  Living on borrowed time
                                     To what I once called
                                               My life. 

                                       I am One of Many
                      Seeking acceptance and understanding,
                                 Dreaming of living my life
                                    Without having to share
                                      This shell of a body. 

                                    I am only one of Many…
                                        How many of us
                                          Can you love?

                                     © Amada Gonzalez 


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God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


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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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Broken yet Bound

Yeah I know my life may be broken but yet my purpose in my life is still bound/ 
Im picked up by Jesus everytime Im lower than dirt burriend alive underneath the ground/ I look for signs, I look for meanings, I try and hear something great but cant hear no sounds/ 
I look like S&^t, I look like a clown/ 
I know life aint no joke, aint no game because a lot people I seen last decade and last year are no longer around./
 I was lost in lies until I found truth, I was lost in prison until appreciating freedom in me was found./
 IM know I still got purpose for broken life that is bound...........


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

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

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

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

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

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

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

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

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

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

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


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Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

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

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

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

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

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


Details | I do not know? | |

Free

Closed eyes.
Deep breath.
Count to ten.
It's not the end.
A change. For the best.
I'm stronger.
I never needed you
I was just afraid.
I let the fear of being alone, Hold me down.


Details | Quatrain | |

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?


Details | Blank verse | |

Lost Poet

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Chant Royal | |

I Cry Addicted Until I Die

I cry when Im low in the mind getting high/ 
I cry when I can no longer do it all I really do is try/ 
I cry not because I'm living in pain but becasue I know I'm going to die/ 
I cry not for the truth but because I grew up around lies/ 
I cry because I'm lost soul living just to die in the dark skies among another demise/
 I say why try when I know I'm going to die just another lost page in the number line/
 I'm representing the 7th sign until theses tattooed tear drops drop from my eye/
 I cry because I ****en realize I struggle in self-made strife Addicted until I die.


Details | ABC | |

The Letter S

I can use the letter s with so many s words, 
I am the seventh sign supreme soldier from the reservation suburbs, 
I fly like seagull in the open ocean sky supreme like an serpant eagle eating birds,
 I am so solid Im siked and sipped up from the sizzy sizzurp, 
I stagger until I swerve swiftly as snake in the souless society lost curbs, 
life so crooked it stained with soaked blood life around death curves, 
I cant believe so many lost soveriegn souls *****on they own siblings as the culture turns,
 I know I am sure of being sure of what I sought to learn, 
The brain with suicide can sometimes burn. 

Souless savage in society I be among little certain satans, lost in circles saying "7th Sign Empire Engraving"like my own still souls of savage culture on certain colors discriminating,
 But whats even worse is soul on souls hating, 
Society severed in broken circles still forsaken, 
Serpants searching society split in seven different groups of seven hundred seventy-two,
 Forsake my Se7en and I forsake thee seven times seven fold because truth be said Im souless to you,
 Se7enth Sign Supreme Solid Serene Soldier of of the sacred seven, 
I say I have always said society on my word S


Details | Narrative | |

I lost me I lost you (Part 3)

I just wanted you to know you married the wrong guy
You can laugh as I curse you or shake your head as the years go by
But like a warlock a male witch I damn you till the end of time
May your family tree be poisoned with emotional trauma through the heart 

May this infliction of this pain be a remembrance to our time  
May the pattern of lust created by your sister be branded on to the generations in your line
I never knew I could have such hatred for you even after such a long time
I never knew I had this kind of burning rage against you

So as I put this to an end let me just remind you once again 
it was your sisters dirty deeds that broke our bonds in the end
You could have given me a second chance 
From the flowers to the poetry and all the phone calls I had tried

For the five years that I knew you we are now just a blink in time
For all the walks and all the talks so many years ago
All those cherished memories are now just part of a freak show
Everything we desired to have are now at the end of another mans prick

I sit back now and look at this story
And with the flick of my wrist I toss it to the fire
I look up to god asking him to take me higher
One last wish is for all those memories I have of you to be taken as if they never transpired 

I lost me I lost you
Through the lust and the thrust of a sexual deed
I lost me I lost you
Embraced in a taboo of wants, desires and needs
I lost me I lost you
The fire consumed us and soon no one could breath
I lost me I lost you


Details | Free verse | |

EYE Don't See -Part 4-

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

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

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


Details | Romanticism | |

Lives wasted with foolish dreams

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

The light in the dark

There’s a light in my heart
But you can’t see 
It’s hidden by the dark
When I’m lost in the dark
I scream and cry out to see if anyone can hear
In that moment of fear
I’ve found I’ve lost it all
My insanity taking over me
Moment by moment
Will I ever find myself
In this Black abyss this dark nothingness
I hear a distant sound
I’ve been found
I was here all along
You were the light in the dark
And know I know where to start
Now that you’ve found my heart 


Details | Narrative | |

Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Ballade | |

Lunar Love II

Can this ever stop
The world is blacked by the lunar love of my heart
By the vapor of my mind 
All the tides have gone undone
The mist covers my sight
The beast comes out tonight
-- The Storm Comes --

Her eyes are the color of dyed blue
With her amber hair and crimson lips
She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me
But I've already tosses her  in vain
I am the wolf she is the lamb
I've already condoned my  beloved Lillian
Agnus Lilium Iustum Decorem

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

I cry but the sun cant hear
Do I exist?
This eclipse took over
The savage is in control 
Now I'm left to face it all
Left in the dark where can we go

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

I try to Flee away from the scene
In thirst I was blind
Her blood stained on my hands
I must leave this land
I've killed my beloved Lillian
Agnus Lillium Iustum Decorem

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

The ghosts are tangled in my dreams 
They play with what was meant to be forgotten 
But I know there must be a away
To find the closure 
But so lost are we 
So lost I've been

Save yourself from the downfall
How close are we to the edge 
This is what the rage has done
This is what the sin has done

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game


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 | |

The Ripped Pages

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Standing in the Darkness yet again

Once again trapped in the darkness with worded guns still trapped, 
Im just trying to make a statement that will make it on this American map, 
Im getting old as I only live this youth once so I best live it searching for light in darkness of black,
 Years gone by a lost youth going away time lost that I wont ever get back, 
So it best I get back on the track......... 
Now iz a tyme for flames hope I spark this, 
Poetry like mine many will come from places near and far and embark in this, 
I will literally be the found ancient lost seen lockness..... 
Lord please guide this soul as I am standing in the darkness......yet again....


Details | Rhyme | |

Deserted

Deserted
By Kevin Robey
November 15, 2013

Shocked as hell I made it this far
Starving out here, the art is bizarre
Dancing around, the shadows taunt me
Like the sun blinding me until I can’t see

Can’t recall how long I’ve been stuck out here
Fearing what I remember will surely disappear
It’s becoming a haze, the surrounding landscape
Losing everything as my reflection changes shape

Wandering alone, but it’s better this way
Fading away from the hell of yesterday
Hungrier today won’t waste these words away
Let them save me now, hold them at the bay

The demons stay away in the sea of broken dreams
A starving man deserted here, it isn’t what it seems
Don’t look for my corpse, cause I won’t sleep again
I won’t let the demons win and penetrate my skin

See me off into that distant sunset horizon once more
Where I’m heading now isn’t where I was before
I’ll keep on walking west till’ I burn into the sun
Come with me my skeletons, the damage left undone


Details | Epic | |

safe captivity

Sitting in a dark room with white pads on the walls. 
Someone is standing outside with a broom.
 It smells of paint and fear.
 It worries me that something bad will happen soon.
Tear trops fall down on my pillow.
 Is the end of my captivity near? Knocking on the door. 
Doctors wants to hear the thoughts in my head. All my past secrets. 
I can't keep my untold stories anymore. 


Details | Free verse | |

Darkness: Part Two

You cannot fight it You cannot fight it NO! go away go away Leave me just leave me alone! Never…never you are ours you belong to us…to ME you are mine always mine NO…no I can’t…I can’t just kill me just kill me end me end me no Then leave me alone! no WHAT DO YOU WANT! YOUR FEAR! more laughter more laughter I scream they laugh laughing…laughing…laughing I fall to my knees defeated I let him take me his dark matter frame enveloping me consuming me becoming me glowing red eyes sharp white teeth he is me I am him… NO! NO! LEAVE ME! GET AWAY! GET OUT! YOU CAN’T HAVE ME! FIRE UPON YOU! I WILL HAVE YOU YOU ARE MINE! I WILL DESTROY YOU! I WILL OWN YOU I WILL CONTROL YOUR MIND NO! NO! I WON’T LET YOU! YOU CAN’T YOU CAN’T I CAN I WILL NO! I run I run I continue running and running but he still finds me always finds me YOU CANNOT RUN YOU CANNOT HIDE NO! GO AWAY! YOU CANNOT GET AWAY FROM ME I AM YOUR MIND I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MIND NO! I scream and I run the darkness all around me never leaving never leaving it’s like I’m not moving but I know I am aren’t I? Am I moving? I’m lost in the unknown the shallow mazes the darkened graves in my mind this was all accessed from my mind All the voices all the faces all the noise all the laughter my own mind Night Night Sleep tight the eyes close and the darkness arrives bringing me to this land of misery where he taunts and tortures me with the fears of my own self with himself with myself fear of my own mind fear of the lost control Laughter more laughter Is he real is he fake who is he what is he why won’t he leave why won’t he go haunt someone else You are my choice Only you only you only you you You You YOU Why Why me why me Go away Only you Only you Go away Go away Only You Go away leave me alone No only you GO AWAY! GO AWAY! I plug my ears I close my eyes YOU ARE NOT REAL YOU ARE NOT REAL YOU DON’T EXSIT THIS IS JUST A DREAM JUST A DREAM NOT REAL NOT REAL I AM REAL I AM REAL I’LL NEVER LEAVE NEVER LEAVE NEVER NEVER NEVER STOP IT! STOP IT! GO AWAY! GO AWAY! NEVER


Details | Classicism | |

Contradiction

I feel so lost so gone, but yet so found/ My mind so weak, so fragile, but yet so determined so bound/ Mind so high so fly but still on the ****in ground/ Voice so silent so quiet, but yet so loud/ Feel so skinny so thin but still gaining them poundz/ Thought I wouldn't make it through the first but still standing in the seventh round/ My words so limp so skimp, but yet still making them gangstified soundz/ I feel so energized so choatic but still wanna lounge/ Ya'll better be ready when 7 comes through your town!!!! I can't lyrically quit for shyt/ Living around rez life lyrical bull isshh/ fake ass hating trickz/ wanna be bloodz and fake ass cripz/ I jus need to kick back and take another green hit/ ****a alcoholic fit/my own lizzife iz like a three dimensional skit/ I got to wake up and let myself go..can't hang on no more......gots to find my lost heart and soul...God please let a young native like me grow to know the real shyt in life!!


Details | Epic | |

Boy

no food, no money, big dreams in his head
to the city he must walk, to the city he must get,
where the mighty siren calls, calls out below
to all, to all, here's your chance to glow...little boy

they told him that a mile was all he had to cross,
he knew the snow was high and that he was the one at loss,
he had no shoes, he had no coat, yet he made up his mind,
he said, I can make it that far, I can make it that far

a little boy is walking all alone through the cold, 
barefoot in the snow, yet still proud and still bold,
little boy turn around, you’re running after nothing,
turn around before it’s too late, while you still have something,

take my hand my little friend, and come stay with me,
the siren you’re hunting will always be out of reach,
what’s the use to suffer for nothing in the end,
come on and turn around, come and stay with me my friend,

but the boy wouldn’t listen or perhaps he didn’t hear,
the storm was really strong and it wasn’t quite too clear,
maybe he didn’t see me, because I doubt that he’d ignore,
yet whatever it was, he just kept going on....and on,

as he parted from my sight and I lost track of him
I went back to my house and prayed, things were looking grim,
still, I hoped that he would find just what he was looking for 
yet I knew that what he wanted was but a dream, no more

soon the storm quieted down and the winds ceased to blow
and I went to search for the boy I knew was lost in the snow
and not too far from where I was, I found my little friend
frozen, lifeless, and all his dreams, greeted by the end

I knelt down beside him and quickly came to understand
as my tears melted all the frost from his little hand
he had failed in his task to make all his dreams come true
after all, all they were was dreams and dreams are merely dreams in truth

you heard that siren call, little boy, seems as if it is around the corner
now as the siren fades, my little friend, I can’t say I didn’t warn you
the world these days, an ugly place, where dreams are merely dreams
and those who hunt them mighty fools, who fail to see things, but only the way 
they seem


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.  

 


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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.


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A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
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Tuesday, September 11, 2001

It's been a long time since the 9/11 attacks. It's also been a long time since the
World Trade Center (the twin towers) had been destroyed by terrorists. The lives of all of
the Americans in New York City have been lost since that tragic day. Their families,
including the FDNY (Fire Department of New York) and the NYPD (New York Police
Department), and the citizens of the U.S. are still mourning the loss of their loved ones.
It made me a little sad just to see the twin towers being destroyed by terrorists. It also
made me sad that all of us Americans are still haunted by that tragic day. Then-President
George W. Bush knew about the 9/11 attacks, but didn't do anything to help the U.S.
Military find out who was responsible for the deaths of the victims of the 9/11 attacks in
New York City. But now, because of the terrorist attack, the United States of America
almost lost its innocence. What I saw on TV that night was a funeral for the ones who've
lost their lives on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. There had always been a lot of
fund-raisers and a blood drive for the ones who've survived the 9/11 attacks. Even though it
had been ten years or even a lifetime since America was attacked by terrorists, we, as Americans, will still
stand strong. I hope the one responsible for the destruction of the World Trade Center
faces his judgment day. God bless America.


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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole


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Infinity

Possibly
I lost count
Because I did spend a great amount
Of time lying in bed, thinking of all you've said 
The only cure I have left is the emotions I've bled
In my life, I've been released...I once believed 
I flew away-- chainless and relieved
I lost count 
Infinity


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Calls for Action

Calls for action
when love goes the opposite way,
don't you go and fly,
say to me and love too confused to smile or frown,
but you smile and go down;
to a place where the angels turn to demons
in a moment of time, it calls for action.
Don't go now, confused and sad, causing friction
in your down-spiral you call life,
it calls for action, when loves comes around.
Round one;
round two;
it's a doozy at round three,
by round four K.O.

Smile, at least you didn't die.
Take another slice of pecan pie.
Cherry for me please.
Surreal dreams cross through night air,
as you sit, a pillow case full of lost dreams and tears,
lost and dazed from morning stainless steel sunshine.
As, the macaroni burns on a hot stove,
the child laughs in a corner,
with toys, broken, liter the carpeted living room.

By Round five, they take you to the locker room,
give you smelling salt to wake you up,
bring you back to reality,
and to break the bad news that love and illusion had
won the match.
That, my friend, calls for serious action.
Buff up, and smile,
love snapped you like a twig, went on with your best friend,
and slapped your mother on the way out of the arena.
People are laughing, mocking, grinning;
the blues is eating you alive.
You sit there, tears of defeat streaming down your battered and bruised cheeks,
waiting for comfort, that no one will give.
That calls for action.
Don't wait.
Don't cry.
Don't doubt on what could of been...
because, there is no doubt that love is thinking about you like that.
You're alone in this great fight,
sure God is there, but he's not going to speak up for you.
Love another,
go on and roll with the punches.
Win over love,
and true love, not illusion, will follow.
but it all starts with,
The Calls for Action.

.6.8.2014.


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Broken Friendship

"A friend in power is a friend lost" Lost I feel for we were once burning like the brightest 
flames. We became so tied for not even a lie could make our hearts untied. Every time you 
cried I stayed and lyed by your side and cried all the time, sharing the pain hidden deep 
down inside. When I needed you most you were my friend, you were standing there despite 
what I said and you still cared. When swinging on the parks getting high we flied, I couldn't 
wait to see you by my side. You told me your secrets, what makes you happy inside or 
makes you have the feeling to wanting to die. You always put me first and nothing could 
ever make me hurt. When I needed you most when I needed a friend you weren't there and 
I didn't want to believe that you chose them, over me. I dreamed and dreamed hoping that 
this wasnt reality for you were my everything. You started to learn what popular was for I 
was just the lonely one. You attend all these fancy thing for I stayed home just being me. I 
ate my lunch in the school bathroom so you or him or her wouldn't no that during lunch 
that I was alone drowning in my own sorrows, or chocking on the words which that one day 
made perfect sense, but now are just cold and dense. I have no shoulder to cry on or A ear 
to hear my fears or listen to my tears, laking down my eyes dripping on my thighs. Every 
heartbeat like a drum of pain in my soul because now I feel so cold. Caring was the only 
thing I ever did when we were friends, the minute you turned your back, is the minute I 
realised I deserved better. You gave me your heart I gave you mine then you teared it apart 
and left me with ugly scars forcing me to part. Lost I feel for we were once burning like the 
brightest flames, it'll never be the same for now we have A Broken Friendship. 
 
- Wiko Te Maru


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Angel Disguise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Lost Soul

On the day I go you wont,
see a smile because it is hidden.
In all this pain and sorrow it is making me
loose my mind.
I don't know where my life is heading.
I've been lost for to long.
I just wish I could see that bright light again.


As I sit here in the dark.
Wondering why I stick around
Nobody notices that all I do is cry
on the inside.
I'm starting to wonder why I can't
escape the dark forest it just keeps going
on as I'm in an endless attempt to escape.


My guardian angel watches over me
but sometimes I don't think that's enough.
As you see I have lost my mind, I am going
crazy I don't know how to get out of this
forest. 
The darkness just follows me wherever I go.
As I travel on my own I wonder what was
best for me but I haven't found the right path yet.


Everyone tells me its going to be okay
but its not.
They don't understand how much this is hurting me.
Every night I sit here crying you just don't notice the tears.
I feel so unloved, so ashamed.
I know I've screwed up my own life but what you don't know
is that I've tried to fix it.
I just wish I could find my way out of this forest.


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Lost Love

The world was simpler then
Why can't decisions stand fast
Immutable,                                                                                                                      Are there only ten commandments?                                                                                Oh, I wish I had never done it,
Or not, how to avoid this tug of war
But then everything was simpler 
Singing "She love me"
"She loves me not"
"Red rover, red rover"
Let my love come over
Where is my love?
My long lost love
My long lost precious love
The day's move from morning to dusk
And the seasons color changes
But not my long lost love
Lost by a stroke of the pen
Lost in the shades of time 


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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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Lost Things

I woke up one morning in a world full of lost things,
with no recollection of how i got there.
They curled around me and taunted me, examined me carefully with their hands so that they could better see me.
And when they found my ears they whispered in voices so soft I could scarcely discern if they spoke at all,
and told me of epic lovers until we bled together. 
They shared with me what it would be like to be a lost thing too. 
So full of inaccessible power, of sinful yearning, wanton longing, so full of empty space.  
And then they presented me with a second hand clock, 
small and brass and on a chain for my pocket so that I may never lose it.
They showed me and told me "fill it."
Then they felt behind my eyes and turned my senses higher,
Made everything so bright and lovely that it caused me terrible pain.
But with it I made life. I made such wonderful oceans,
I fostered worlds and tried to use them to follow out what I had been commanded.
And when the hands on my watch no longer ticked beneath the weight,
I forgot there was ever anything before my silent command "fill it."
Their voices ring out like angels,
they still sing to me of lovers. I want to sing too. 
But the next thing they touched was my mouth,
and from it removed all its memories
yet left and burned in it the faintest ghost of what it would be like to ever have felt.
So that in its efforts to resurface,
it forgot how to speak. 
At night, though less over time, (and I had long since lost track of that),
the other lost things will weave themselves around me like slippery shades,
and nuzzle into my neck as a purring kitten until I let them into my arms for the evening.
They'd hold me down and keep me awake as they sang to me foreign folk songs.
Occasionally they would break their song, and wait for me to pick up their melody,
and when I would it sounded too conspicuously like wailing.
They'd be gone.
I am not ready and I am not even sure for what.
I think about deliverance,
but less so with every passing phantom tick.
It is beautiful here, or so I think. I have no comparison.
There are so many oceans.
It's a wondrous case of Stockholm I'm sure,
but nonetheless a purposeful one.
One of vivacious heartache, of my own design,
When the lost things, my strange companions, come for me again and find me,
and we find other lost things -like me,
And we make worlds together.


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With You

When everything in life comes to its sweltering end

There is someone whom we can depend
Shattered dreams hopeless moments & lost memories
A twilight vision can evoke then elevate to lift one's soul...
Just to be with you sold out & complete;

There is nothing new under the sun,

Such as the way in turning over a brand new leaf;
Shattered dreams within its viable means,
The creation growns within its forced expectation
The way is imperative not to violate into inhillation

Crafted in great pains of enjoyment 

Through a barrage of exploits will dismiss

Choices can often overt a papal stance to smile;
Still to know all the great while,
Essentially to withstand the inner pain inside we so often will hide
It pays to stay still

To know that he is God!
Just to be with you,
To say what we feel yet can't ever express the quest;
I would give anything...
There is no price I would not pay
This stirring of the spirit cannot be stopped or even manipulated further;
It is the sovereign work of God in the hearts of people
We are so much more then premortal slime be  kind;
Just to be with you...

Across the isle to reach it's distant shore,

A call to relinquish into so much more;
There are blood shed in our streets;
The will to live has taken a back seat with feet...
Just to be with you,
Shattered glass on its strict papal text 
Through a baracade of quaint circumstance will chance,
The ocean has a relieving way to help calm the inner soul
The vastness of the city can often inflate one's ego
Yet shelter lies dormant onto its waiting call asunder toward home
A sunset appears for the day in silence filtered tears,
One's inner equated logic the vanishes in the wind...
Then its inner silence is then no more
Etched with skulls with crossbones crumbling onto deaths door
In its enivatable tucked away shell
The other alternative is to be totally lost in hell

Just to be with you..
Everyone in life should have a great story to tell!


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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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TRACES

TRACES...

A faint footstep left behind since my birth
And a thousand years later, I found so clear
A burning vision from the flames of wailing hearts
A drum-beat, a bull-horn sound, a clap
A music of realities dorn, this hour...

... somewhere this day...
I live to see it clear, my footsteps; so clear
From within the mirages I foresee a future
So my hearts' wish now is the sun's dawn
So I sing the lost rythm "Hail Thee Son's Afrikana"

At long last! oh what a day....
For the sun's blesses upon my heard
Times' testimony to my thirsts
For what we lost long ago, wailing as losts......
Traces of our footsteps yonder the dark clouds

Today is a merry day
For traces recoverred
For ideas emancipated
For the shackles clang of freedom
Worthy for none than the stocks* liberated now.

Human conciousness, human liberation
Spiritual Rediscoveries, soul cleansing
Races fostering bonds, lands-boundaries collapses
Hungers eradication, lives elongation
When the accordions laugh, as the twilights blazes.
 

(c) Lamptey Godson K. 2012


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Project X

The older I get brain damage pain manages to destroy a poet expresses in twisted conceptions don't you wanna peek inside The eerier the night the more I come to life like a vampire lost in the street a viscious bite I pray until alright I may be more lost than tomarrow or I may remember myself now I may have been a winner but for all, in all I sorrow For when I touch into that inner llight I try and guide through by the candlesight as darkness is pushing its boundries in farther take the oxygen, out in order but somehow the candle now burns firm... like the question or listen to the legends that lay tapered off from the world it seems that seems off course in an unknown monk's hand everything has a cycle and all life has a plan when the top of that order has made me a man


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fake me

I have tears you can't see
Because I'm crying in the inside
I have a smile on my face
But what you can't see is the sadness behind my fake smile
My heart is hurting 
But no one knows 
Because I don't talk about it
I'm screaming 
But no one hears anything
Because I'm screaming in my head
No one know who I am 
Because I put a act on
It's all my fault 
And I know it
 I need to open up
But I'm to scared of what other people may think of me
I know it is wrong to feel this way
But I can't help myself
I need to talk to someone
But I have no one I trust
It is hard walking alone in this life
But my fear kick in every time 
When I think I can let some one in
They always hurt me on the in side
where no one can see
No one knows how I feel
Because I will not let them in
 I wish I was difference 
I'm to lazy to try to change


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YOUR

Your sorry for what you did
Your trying, understanding at times
your clean and tidy
your strong minded
your nice
your kind
your sad
your lost and confused
your embarrassing at times
your stuck in a rut
your a lost soul
your wrong
your right
your confused
your different
your you.


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In Between

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


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A Lost Act

Lost acres of land to the man the great suffrage to be lost acres of land all I am is pardoned away from me For every lost soul deserves to think he knows a direction to salvation or just a false presentation of hope The blind man sees with his hand his eyes don't work anymore The blind man can sense with his mind more than you or me could ever hope for The messed up part about you and me is we counteract each other like an isolated mother from her baby I speak to wolves in the night howling at me with all of their might in lost acres of mind canvas I'm free in due time lost as a memory


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Tragedy---for Jon

Lost? 
Found. 
Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day 
Lost-found in a place, living know not. 
Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds 
While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless 
Youth is but a stage of dying 
Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass 
Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES 
Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience 
Youth felt emotion lost through existence 
Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension 
Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else 
But where time confronts us all. 


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Kathy and the Woman of Old

There was a girl, who felt as though there was no place for her in the world,
And so she worked to discover a place in her thoughts, a place of sanctuary.
And she worked and worked, but all that came was derision and abuse.
And she found God.
And worked for God with abandon, undaunted, unafraid.
And the enemy saw her light and became afraid.
And so he sent her souls to sap her confidence, and she writhed in torment.
And she cried out to God, “Woman of old, I do not know you.  But I need you.  
Save me now!”
And the woman said, “When it is time, you will change the face of a generation.  
But for now, be still and know that I am Lord.  The Lord who birthed you.  The 
Lord who watches over her creation as a mother hen, always feeding not too 
much and not too little, but just right.”
And the woman became angry and said, “Though you slay me Satan, yet will I 
vanquish your lies, and praise the Divine for ever more.”
And she decided to study. 
This woman decided to study the words of a Word everlasting.
To bring light to a generation, lost in the spoiled vanity of dissolution.
And she met a woman.
A hard woman to some, but to those who knew her, they knew of a softness sent 
down from Abraham to bring light to a people who were not her own.
And the woman said to the woman, “You must study until your mind aches with 
pain of a generation, and then study some more.  You must write, until your 
hands ache with the sorrow of the bitterness of women passed over for eons. 
AND THEN WRITE SOME MORE.  But if you hold on, you will surpass all 
expectations and you will rise to give light to the world.”
And so the woman said to the woman, “I will study and I will write.  And I will study 
and I will write.  And when I cannot go one step further. I will write some more, 
until my hands shed the blood of Gethsemane.  And from this blood, wounds of 
old between woman and man, woman and woman, man and creation shall be 
healed forever more.”
And so the woman wrote and read, she read and wrote.  And finally she began to 
shed blood and lost 2 near and dear to her.  And she cried out to the Lamb, “Son 
of my mother, what am I to do?”  And the Lamb responded, “Woman, you have 
done well.  But now just bow down and let my grace do the rest.  For my yoke is 
easy and my burden is light and my grace endures forever.”
And so the woman learned mercy.
And with mercy she shared her love with every soul she passed.  Simple words 
of light she shared.  To the fallen souls of a forlorn generation.


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blue rainbows

colors fade,
lost in dark,
sad and restless,
you see the mark,
of broken eyes,
and washing tears,
as my demise,
the end in fears
i pay no mind,
to swallowing shame,
a deeper sorrow,
in bright blue flame,
the lost girl,
sitting here,
is lost in sorrow,
and bound by fear. 


um...well...yeah.


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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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Insanity Hell Abyss

Darkened abyss mirrored in the night Hazed over in a gloomy, shattering, shame Blocking all of my visions and sight Lonely and lost without a name Forgotten and trapped, buried in fright Dwelling and stuck in all of my past sins The waning moon lost in the depths of the night Defending myself and battling without my friends Dying inside but nobody knows how I feel Circling through over again my insane mind frame For my sanity and love someone did steal Ward #B Insane Asylum torment and pain Given up hope and all that means well Given up on loving and my passionate nerve Dying and engulfed in these flames of Insanity Hell Cars coming at me blindly ~ unable to swerve Furious red eyes watch my every step Cackling at my shame and despairs Possessing my thoughts and so in depth Following this everlasting maze ~ as my heart rips and tears


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fading away

Without anyone to comfort me
Perhaps soothe my soul
I've become hollow within
Consumed by my emptiness
So that I feel no more
Completly numb on the inside
There's nothing left of me now

I lye motionless and so still
Frozen in a state of conscieness
An overwhelmiong  silence creeps over
I try to scream but no one hears
I have no voice to exspress myself
Only an echo of whispers
Along with my endless tear drops
which por from my crying eyes
That can be heard if you listen
Queitly for them

* Underneath these vacant eyes of mine
Full of lonliness which only I can see
Being torn apart slowly
Soon I will be lost with no hope
 Of finding my way back
To the happiness I felt once before

I try to forge the saddness
Ton release it from my thoughts
But i've fallen to deeply
Into self despair and pity
The pains always there
As I breath in the misery
From the stale air
It's become a part of me now
After being under far to long.

Is there no cure to search for 
That might end all my agony
That stays by my sid eeach day
Leaving behind to many wounds
That will never heal, i fear
Mending all the shattered pieces
Of my broken heart which aches so much
will I ever find my soul again
which I lost somewhere along the way
On my way down an deadend path

* Beneath the vast lies of mine
I'm full of denials and admitting nothing was my fault
Only I know that there is such a thing as to much
And i've done to many wicked things
And I haver made myself a sin filled soul
with a change to turn back
Pretty much a hopeless cause


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Cry of Draupadi

Cry of Draupadi*

Venomous vipers haunt me.
Stormy scorpions pervade me.
Lethal lizard lying before me.
Utter gloom, sheer horror.
Dark phobia, nasty despair in the atmosphere.
Like Draupadi cry I.
But no assistance from Gopala.
Only Dushashans and Duryodhans exist.
I am being disrobed.
I am being seduced.
My thighs violently pinched.
All are Dhritrashtras here.
No Bhim to consume Dushashan's blood.
Only Duryodhan, Dushashan, Shakuni 
And Dhritrashtra surround me.
Alas! I am being defiled.
Kauravas laugh.
Dhritrashta's blindness has a method in it.
"She is very passionate.
She is a hungry whore.
She can satisfy all", says Dushashan.
Of course, she has satisfied all.
Scamsters, gangsters, brokers
Politicians, technicians and physicians.
All have touched her,
Slapped the fleshy organs,
Kissed the frail skin.
But, she is in tears.
Kohinoor is lost.
Past pristine glory can not be retrieved.
No national pride here.
No Gold in Olympic Games.
And no claim for the land occupied by the neighbour.

*According to classical epic Mahabharata, Pandavas and Kauravas were cousins. Draupadi 
was the wife of the Pandavas. The Pandavas lost Draupadi to the Kauravas in the gamble. 
The chief of the Kauravas were Duryodhana and Dushashan. They were supported by their 
maternal uncle Shakuni and blind father Dhritrashtra. When Draupadi was lost in the game 
of dice, Dushashan tried to disrobe her. At that time Lord Krishna, the Gopala protected her 
by providing her with an unending Sari (an Indian dress). Later on, one of the Pandavas 
drank the blood of Dushashan to avenge the humiliation of Draupadi. In this poem, mother 
India is represented as Draupadi; while corrupt scamsters, gangsters, brokers, politicians, 
technicians and physicians are just like the Kauravas.


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Sufficient to Your Need

From the epic poem, EOS; verse, 7308-7350
by Sir Titus Llewellyn, unpublished
Book ii - Bouquet with Love

 

Enter Asha - Junior Psychiatric Nurse

  & William - Sufferer of schizophrenia


William speaks to Asha as she reads the book 
he has written for her........, as you are doing.

 
William
How dusk has drawn suspicion from your eyes
these visits have become the long lost friend
who writes without reply - that's no surprise
the way I am adoring you, so don't pretend.

hesitates.......

I find that from a patients point of view
ideas are being listened with fondness for
returning, makes believe this has an end
I cannot help but  trust you anymore.

gives her the book...

Pursue the words I've left with you in my will
a token of my love in words I cherish,
following the realms that often still
believe in you and care as much until.......... 

Asha
I have no time to listen - indeed read
the ridicules of someone you'll replace
who disappears tomorrow without trace.
silent pause... 
Another cryptic message I'll not need.
 

William
Just read the words and feel it with your heart.
Decipher what you can without the pledge,
my writing has preferred and having had
a hope in hells chance pulling it apart,
gliding worse, the fate along a knife-edge.

 
Asha
I'll treasure what appears to be much work,
the task that your imprisonments have purged
preventing ways and means the seethings urged
a while back knowing often, how berserk
your actions were and how this book immerged.
Cannot a tear sufficient to your need
be borrowed like the journey of lost cause,
another real life story, feelings plead
when giving back the care my feeling was?  

Tries to kiss her! 

I have to go - how dare you do such things
my care, and least devotions are disgraced
the length of duty caring for you placed!
GET REAL!-
needing my mother is a fear I can do without,
Not you! I miss her so much!

Asha exits

 
William, (bringer of bad news?)
I know - I have bad news and this you'll find,
in time, when superstitions fill with hate
a sentinel of words - what sounder  mind,
could echo truth when all that I create
is gifted not a curse but mere sedate.
Slumber from which all our dreams debate.... (pause)
It lingers while this love sustains as time
And sleeps while we awake no time at all.


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Hope

Hope is built in bitters swell shaded grass & live to tell
Hope ensues the inner scope of laughters door
Hope derives a notion of negate useless chore
Hope looks ahead through time well spent in ardent pillars being spent
Hope lives on in certain factual sect
Hope breathes in viable context

In laughter we can escape the pain

In hope we will determine the game
Hope is more then a casual distant flame
Hope is beautiful amidst its pain;
Whether, distance be encouraged by hope

Some our getting tossed & turned by a soap on the rope

Cope

With forces out of reach taking on second seed
Everyone benefits with the hope they need

Hope in God with a real reason to believe
Hope in times of sadness fragments in beneficial clad
Hope breeds hope are you listening
Shattered dreams are being put to flight with hope to guide
Hearts often will bleed amidst the obscurity
Hope

Tempted & angry keep hope
Divorced and never remarry keep hope
Love & lost amidst its toss hold on the hope
When you can't even cope having a fight with the soap on the rope
Hope
Shattered memory's amidst the pain
When the entire world outside is totally insane

Hope is never ashamed,
Where there is hope there is a way
Where there is pride we hide from the pain/
Where there is evil one negates the flame yet still stays the same

Hope amidst the battle that ensues
Hope comforts lost loved one's too
Shattered dreams filled up in a pot of stew
Hope until the end my beloved friend/

Hope!


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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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Village of Bad Water

hundreds of my pictures on his wall
take the dog for a walk
change my clothes
flashin my eyes as i come back out

the last child that lived here
locked in a room never allowed to go out
no thanksgiving supper

Set up again
by people pretending to be friends
no false pretenses
hidden agenda of a neighbor
lieing to my face again

insanity in my headphones
the nightmare of the cable box
the charade of sex is just lemonaid
and i now know desperation 

how should i feel?
when you do this to me
the rumors and misunderstandings of such confusion you manipulate
and i learn to translate

kicked out of my deathbed
wake up and be on your way
your last dance finaly taking place
the days of cliches
the protest i dont belong to
so you can say what you want to say
i'd rather die then let you control me for one more day

the world a trap you cant get out of
everybody dies and god is the hero
and this is how you get real paid
selling me the next lie to live
everyday i play this game
listening intently
to find my way out of your corner again
going forward in reverse

Usual suspects
the same faces again
you didn't learn anything
nothing at all
usual suspects
same old crime
easier to do it the second time
after you practice on the life i will be cornered to live
absolute control you seek after
manipulation of fear for laughter
endless chapters
of death with no bedside manner
cowering behind your alibi
cowering behind your alibi
such a twisted face
behind your mask

all the right questions
they never asked
let me tell you about a village
everyone there for their own reasons
two sides of every contradiction
offer you a decision
two choices for one to choose
cornered again
backing out, both roads always a choice of two evils
no path of least resistance
we can do this the hard way
hurting you more than you meant to
cowards acting like little boys
the stage is set for your message
the stage is set for you to see
whose walking behind me
living everything i fix
the shadow of tomorrow
what they do not have to go through anymore
my stalker of this life
always a step behind me
always there to take the blessings ive been denied
in front of me is you
in front of me
i see whats behind me

Hindsighting the hunter
foreshadowing the wolf
hindsight of the hunter
foreshadowing the wolf
as blind as i am
as lost as seem
far behind me is you with the life i leave
jealous of what i lost again
taken away


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Ribcage - As Smooth As Butter - Chapter 2

Split apart your ribcage, Open up the corridors in your mind, let me crawl in This feeling of grief and panic instantly zips through me Ripping my hopes into shreds of worthless paper I will endure...I will endure... The pain you inflict upon me I'm in captivity... dead silence and loneliness blend well In this living hell! Alone, I try to rip it open Climb inside of my wounds again and again and again You drive me insane…buckled tight unto my seat You made me chained inside your body– that’s just neat! I won’t miss a day without you… When I find a way to unlock my soul I will find the key to loosen the chains and slip out of them You have no clue…what I’m going to do What I have planned out all along You made me feel like a fool in front of everybody – I don’t feel like I belong…why do I feel so wrong? Why do I feel so right from deep within? But, to no avail...you win! You win for sure...everything's caving in Caving in on me and I'm trapped in the debris Left in the debris for so long... I'm living among the dead...in this grave-like place called Hell Didn't you notice I fell? I fell into the black hole of my mind I'm puzzled in this maze... Let me sway away... Let me flutter away... Like a butterfly out of its cocoon I'm trapped! Let me depart I'm lost! Find me a compass! We welcome the sun…x2 While I lie in my solitary cave of a ribcage We’ll survive the run before the day’s gone I know you and I are (on a different page) x2 Please don't hurt me with your thoughtless words Release me from this ribcage along with a thousand birds The compass attached with your necklace will show you the way to go You and I will discover God’s jubilant glow Without you, I see my true colors Without you lingering round me, I wonder how you do As you walk away, your body blurs You have gone away…you have strayed away from the truth The truth that will set you free from bondage, Overpowering you Taking over you...haunting you... Taking advantage of your fear It feeds off of fear...if you only knew What her intentions are, oh dear... She IS the most deceptive women She captures to fool with open arms She appears attractive to all men She's a pool of kerosene and charms! She's as smooth as butter...but instead, She cuts me in half like a chainsaw I was emotionally unstable and she devoured me like bread She used me as her victim! She ate me raw
Like butter on toast That, my friends, is not something to boast about!


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Calydorn.....part One

Of Calydorn he speaks each night while drinking bitter ale. 
Of battles won and battles lost out on the planes of Veil. 
His own armorment of sword and shield, leather and chainmail. 
The mighty stead he rode in battle and hunting the Great Thorn Tail. 
The blackened stone of fortress walls, from Dragons fiery breath. 
Wizards who cast their magic spells at a kings request. 
The bewitched moat the encircles the castle and it's spiked drawbridge entrance. 
The way the two moons violet light gave it all a spectral appearance. 
The inner halls he walked and could feel the magic's whispering ways. 
It flowed as wine upon the air to affect all things fey. 

Yes, his tales he will share with you anytime, for a cup of ale that's free. 
Each gulp he takes germinates the details like a seed. 
The young men and the old, gather round him to listen, 
Captivated by his words and the unfolding vision. 
While ale is flowing freely, he speaks low as if he shouldn't tell 
About the other beings that lived within Calydorns realm. 

he tells them all about the Gnomes who lived in the woods. 
Grumpy tricksters that they be, kept most trespassers lost for good. 
How the green and silver Pixies tended to the flowers. 
Flitting here and there, tirelessly for hours. 
Then he tells them of the Brownies  who never really worked a day. 
They use their mystic little powers to do their chores so they can joke and play. 
Of his favorite creature he loved to speak was the Majestic Unicorn. 
With it's powers over life and death and golden rings within its horn. 

Yes, he tells of creatures unheard of by them, that he experienced each day. 
And how when people choose not to believe, magic will simply die away. 
That was the times within his telling he seemed to fade into his own mind. 
His red rimmed eyes would go dull and his teeth he would grind. 
Then a single tear would slide down his stubbled cheek. 
And once again he would drink and continue to speak. 
Solemnly he now tells of what befell his world. 
And how he landed in their midst, while his drink he would swirl. 


To Be Continued..........


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A new angel tonight

A new angel tonight 

Alone watching the waves 
 Tears in my eyes
Nothing more to do
As my heart slowly dies

Dark clouds came over
And cover the sun
But I didn’t notice 
Till the rain began

 Nowhere to shelter
 Just sat in the cold
 Missing her so much 
But she’s no longer in this world

Thunder and lighting
Mother Nature’s full might
Crashing down on me
Who is to weaken to fight?

See I give up on life 
A little while ago 
Try to keep it hidden
But still everyone know

She lived her live 
Giving to this world 
Now there are flowers
Covering her in a hole

 Doctors did their best
But it gives up on her today
I held her in my arms 
 And then her life slips away



How does life go on? 
When I can’t hear her voice
Don’t want to live alone
But I got no choice

Love can be so beautiful
And love can be so mean
How you go to sleep knowing
 You already lost your dream

In every one life 
 Little Rain must fall
And its time likes that 
You know who to call

There are   friends 
To bring sunshine instead
 Our invisible umbrella
That’s always over our heads

I lost the only girl I ever love
Darkness has covered my light
But in heaven there is 
A new angel tonight  


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The Road of Lost Souls




In silence,  I have waited, been withdrawn, enclosed & hated,
What I see inside these walls,  means nothing much to me,
I have stared out in the cold, been ruthless,  I'm told, with no regards
Towards  friends or family.
The confinement I feel, is not all that real, I'm comfortable with
The solitude inside my head.
Alone in this hole,  that I call home,
made up of  concrete &  grey stone,
I hunger for the day when I'm released.
I have been lost for so long now, I couldn't tell you now,  just how,
Many years that I've been in.
I have lost my way home, left my soul shell shocked sold,
to the darkness which preys on those lost in sin.
I ask myself for forgiveness, convince myself,  that this is all there is,
 it boils my blood to think there's, some God out there who loves me.
If your God is listening,  to the word that come twisting from my mouth
And in to his ears.
Let him hear what I say, cause only today,
I'll,  ask for forgiveness and to guide me along my way.
Lord I have fallen, been near dead with out calling.
I show no weakness, nor fear for who I am.
I'm wondering alone,  on this road of lost souls
Searching for Heaven, trying to 
get In...


David J Caldera


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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 


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Conflict

Locked behind a field of stars,
Hidden behind battle scars,
Living only to contend,
What is righteous without end.

Stare profusely at the time
When dreams had matter more sublime
Than existence in a shallow climb

Where hopes are shattered
Made a joke
And empty promises are choked
Beyond the point of no return
And those who dare they wind up spurned.

Yet somewhere in this blinding vision,
The spirit of a knight once christened
Emerges from behind the stars 
Waging battle from afar
.
To those who trample on the weak
And those who cower under meek
Obscenities meant to deny
Aspirations to a tie.

Amidst the field of shattered glass
Betwixt the blades of blood-stained grass
Knights of valor lie in wait
For the oncoming barrage of hate

Fitted armor and a sword
Weapons only of a sort
That principles of virtue cry
Impediments towards those who strive
To hinder what is right and true
And places evil into view.

Where chaos discontented reigns
And knowledge serves of only pain
Emerges steady into lieu
Creatures aimed to misconstrue.

Armed with weapons of a sport
Meant to maim and to contort
Complacency…create in a word
A kingdom of their own accord.

Filled with displeasure… discontent
Rejecting faith as it was meant
To conquer nothing above all
Just eliminate this squall
Between men of different creed
Which only one there shall succeed.

Now the two opposing sides
Growing nearer in their strides
Each one bellowing his cries
Of righteousness and chide
Both caught up amongst their lies
That either side is to subside
Till their very last is tried
And only silence coincides.

Amongst the carcasses struck down
On the field lay all around
Remnants of the dead are found
And only silence is the sound

Of a battle that was waged
Since the origin of age.

Yet…from atop the tattered skies
On the field there does arise
One survivor from each side

Each too tired to discern
The longing to return
Where the lost once knew as home
And honor those who’ve lost and mourn

Going each one his own course
Till they gather enough force
And their paths become traversed
When the next battle is posed.


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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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MESSAGE LOST

This internal conflict 
I cannot fight 
This is not black and white 
This unreasoned spite 

I cannot get through 
I have tried 
This message lost too, 
lost in the deep wide 

Two forces collide, 
the pieces scattered 
far and wide 
Years to track down what mattered 

This restless angry sea 
throws its might at me 
Waves of emotion 
Seething ocean 

What can I repair? 
This loss of tranquillity 
It is so unfair! 
Am I losing my sensibility? 

Is this damage done? 
Have I lost a son? 
Has the restless angry sea won? 

The lost message, 
floating on angry restless sea 
It must be me 
The things I might have done, 
to make me think 
Before I sink 
Before my son 

I cannot get through 
He wont let me too 
Rising sea, 
beating its waves on me 

This storm must stop 
I am ready to drop 
Seething sea, 
throwing its'self at me 
Waves of emotion 
Restless ocean 

This conflict I cannot fight, 
peace is a right 
This restless angry sea, 
upon storm tossed message 
that is me 


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I lost my Marbles (Children's Prose)

(the summer of 64
finally an invite
to the "big game")

a massive chestnut tree stood watch
as we proudly displayed our marbles
the circle was drawn, my left hand twitched
wondering if the beady eyes noticed

being the youngest, I had to go first
the shot was sure and true
center of the circle, my "cat eye" never failed
concern bordered competitive faces

Freddie stepped up pulling his "steely"
a hideous marble, that matched his smile
but his shot was perfect
sending my beloved cat eye beyond

the game went on for over two hours
each player had at least one in the middle
but none could match freddie's perfection
the steely proved too intimidating

down to my eleventh and final shot
I saved the "sulfer" teddy bear
a special marble that I cherished
it smiled and on that day, I think it even winked

nervously I stepped to the line
aiming for the glaring steely
my shot was way off to the right
slowly rolling toward nothing

just then a chestnut fell from the tree
hitting the teddy, altering its course
the marble rolled into the steely
replacing its position perfectly

there was a huge debate
but I was declared the winner
quickly I bagged my winnings
not forgetting to include the chestnut

I never played again
for fear of losing such treasure
but lost all my marbles 
in the 72' Agnes flood

now I realize I never lost them
they've just been replaced
by the people in my life..........


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The Seventh day

The Seventh day
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The dark malevolence of my mistress on the first day
A place I left long ago is revisited upon me
In the eyes of flesh I accepted her sweetened kiss
With a longing hungry open mouth
From dusk till dawn a lover of no less than epic proportions
She’s good, yes oh so very good, in bed and beyond
Doing things to me men can only dream of
The wrongness feels right for nights and days
They soon became lost in each other
Taught the arts of pleasure by the carnal queen herself
No control for me I lost track of time
I need to rest lest I am lost, release was not granted
But finally taken from deep inside her on the seventh day
                


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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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When the Stars Fell Down--Last Sacrament

When sun met moon in the sea, there was one voice that came to me.  it was a voice i heard once before long ago, belonging to an old man standing alone in the meadow.  his voice had not been used since ages old and past.  when the stars fell down he had come at last.  he had lost his fight years before, but memories and dreams were things trapped in lore.  he had lost his soul to the Devil one day, his dues were already paid.  he nothing to gain and nothing to lose.  but was he really alone or one among a few?  his story had not ended and here it began anew.  When the stars fell down he knew what he had to do.  "Life may end and lives lost, whatever comes in the end someone must pay the cost.  I lived this life once before, and because I did my love will live nevermore.  When heaven does not answer, I must stand.  Though I am spent, i will take Man by the hand.  I have lived and i have died, i had watched my love fall when the Devil cried.  yes, he cried even as he lied.  for he knew that the this day would come to be.  the stars fell down and now it is up to me."


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THE LOST SWORD

In the dark days of fighting hence
The Heartstone endured its' greatest peril
The power of magic on the battlements
Vanquished the wraiths
Knights fought and won
 
The arm, severed
clutching the sword
Fell into the Wraiths' black mist
It never hit the ground
A mailed fist,
that could not be found
 
A Knight can die...
Defending all that is right
All that is true
The sword lives forever
The years rolled by
 
A sword can live forever
Glittering bright
Never, never
Lose sight...
That a Knight can die
The soul lives on
Forever etched on the steel
Waiting to be found
 
Heartstone looked far...
During sunbright
Under star
The sword would not reveal
Its' light,
of the soul of a long dead Knight
  
The soul of a long dead Knight
A sword lost in time
The missing light
 
The sword, fell
From the battlements
In to the Wraiths' stinking hell
Piercing the horrors within
 
The sword embedded to the hilt,
in a horror of rags and bone
Blood spilt.
It slunk off, in the night, alone
 
Taking a sword
Taking the light
From the castle
From the knight
 
Where it lay,
was never known
The filth of rag and bone
Covered up, never to see the day
A sword that belonged to a Knight
 
Amongst the boulders and scree
In a glade of ferns
A sword to reveal
The light,
of a long lost Knight
It could be found by you
It could be found by me
 
A full moon rose
Shooting star , fell to the ground
In a starlit sky
A sword waiting to be found
 
The Princess of Stars,
followed the shooting star
Where it lay
In the shadow of a wood,
amongst boulder and scree
 
The Princess of Stars,
followed the shooting star
Where it lay
In the shadow of a wood
Amongst boulder and scree,
in the shadow of the night
 
A glint of steel
Amongst the scree
A sword to reveal
 
The Star Princess blew away the filth and rags
The sword, glittered and shone
The soul of a long dead Knight
Revealed in the light
 
The Princess touched the sword hilt
The name of the Knight glowed
For the sword showed
Her fathers' name
A lost Knight
Found by a shooting stars guiding light
 
A Knight cannot die
The sword lives on
The lost Knights ' light shone
In the hearts of you and I
 
A sword found
As sword to place in the great hall
A Knights' lost soul
A Knight to remember to us all
 


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To Athena Part 2

  To the muses of today; my praise unto thee; my old songs still alive; works now 
found everywhere; free unto any and all that are willing to read my words; it is for 
humanity itself that Athena had bestowed upon me this gift; the gift of harmonized 
thoughts, poetry.

  For it was when she herself, Athena; leaving Olympus, came unto me, for 
humanities sake; she explained to me the reasons for all the voices we hear 
within our selves; “I praise thee Athena, your divinity has taught me how to listen 
to all I hear; that which is within and that which is not”.

  It was indeed you Athena; blessed art thou goddess, the gifts you have given 
me; “May the muses again sing my songs aloud; may men again laugh at the 
satirical hymns; may our political opressors again be unfree’d by that which was 
bestowed upon me”; by all that is truly righteous; “Thank you goddess, my praise 
unto you Athena!”
  Now mankind has lost so very much; the wars, famine and plagues of the past; 
the sins committed by the churches followers who seek to control 
humanity;  “Why has thou done such horrid things? Thou has destroyed the great 
library of Crete, and for what, again for human greed; I say unto thee, thou has 
committed a grievous sin indeed, a sin that can only be repented by the truth of 
history; yee that worship god.”

  As I did in Crete; here in this new age; where humanity lacks so very much the 
soul it had when Colossus stood over the ancient harbor; I have shouted out the 
words that Athena has given unto me; I cry now to have them understood.

  “Hear me muses, angel and gods alike, I call out to all once more; with my 
words help me now to bring back that which has been lost to mankind for O’ so 
many centuries; rise in song with me for I am Homerus!”

  Within this new life that Athena has set me in; I am bound into the life of a bard; 
living in a land that was stolen by those that rule us now; I will be heard by all 
those that still value the written words of my songs.

  My words, unlike those of the churches; not to be forced upon mortals; it is 
those that long for culture, the people that are righteous in their hearts, that I 
again write by Athena’s hand; it is upon her path that I walk my life; my dreams 
are once again put to paper.



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Simple, Perfect, finished work

A shallow heart so lonely,
bound by sorrow and sin;
is weary, worn and lost ~

A seeking darkness in woe,
travels amid the gloom;
lodging there making that heart it's dwelling ~

A Saviour and friend in love,
encompasses the heart with care;
giving joy in place of sorrow ~

A shedding light amongst the darkness,
filling each void with Mercy and Grace;
claiming the heart which was lost and is found ~

A salvation so sure and secure,
lives within the heart eternally;
forever and forever, Jesus is there!


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A Nation's Strength

A bright sun shone in the clear blue sky.
People smiled to each other walking on the streets nearby.
Moms, dads, and children laughed as they hugged and kissed;
Heading for a normal day, never thinking they'd soon be missed.
Suddenly the sky grew black and flames burst in the sky;
What a monent before was beautiful, turned into darkness and cries.
People falling, screaming and jumping to the streets below;
Afraid for their lives because of what they didn't know.
Shocked, hurt, terrified; people rushed to find cover;
Frantically trying to help and find one another.
Mothers screamed, fathers trembled and sobbed for those they couldn't find.
As it became unbearable knowing some were left behind.
Time has passed, but our nation still remembers the cries for all those lost that 
dreadful day.
I remember them all each time I kneel to pray.
Stand proud our children who lost their moms and dads and others;
Together, united we stand stronger as sisters and brothers.
Give thanks to those who still today fight strong for us all;
And to those who might think to harm us beware you'll surely fall.
For with God as our Savior to whom we pray;
He'll grant us all redemption on that great judgement day.