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Pandora's Kiss

"Pandora's Pearls"

Crystal tears drown under the best velvet distinctive feel
A Ghostly feel that leads into a clear diamond road
I found myself seduced down an Ancient Silk Caravan path, 
There she hid behind the golden stones she built around her heart.
She was a white gem against the deepest night
She spoke Latin words upon this dreamy sky
Her eyes were deep and the size of my mother’s midnight pearls
I fell into the stare of her bedroom eyes
Wishing to taste the sweetness of her coconut milk fragrance. 
She lowers the cloak to reveal the beauty in her black pearly eyes
Raven hair under her soft sensual disguise
Her lips redder than the violet rays of the sunset

She buried her beauty, and then exposed what’s under the cloak
Soon, her body turned into rot and bones
Her fingers pointed towards another path,
A rugged road of stones and pearls
I took a blade and press it against my skin, 
Concealing my life shut, after she revealed all my forbidden sins
Her lip, her eyes, her pearly grin, my last vision as my blood drew thin
A sweet kiss of death, falling into the eyes of Pandora’s Spell

by;PD


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Atlantis

A collaboration with Linda (Poet Destroyer)


Atlantis


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

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 land 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.

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

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Linda, I just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to write this awesome poem
with you. I truly appreciate all of the support that you have given me since I have been here. It is sad to see such a talented poet leaving the Soup. 
You are one of my favorites, and I will miss you very, very much, Linda.   
Always & Forever, Kelly


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Ribcage

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

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


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Remnants

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

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



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THE HAUNTED HOLLOWEEN

It is the magic held within the darkness, the whispering of the night winds,
Echoing through haunted graveyards, cast are thus ancient spells, illuminated
Beneath the harvest full moon, in this eerie landscape the underworld is 
Released, and the undead are free to walk amongst the living, mingling on
This sacred holiday of mysticism, and it is so called, Halloween.
In the ethereal shadows figures move with shades dark eloquence,
As ghostly phantoms enchant the souls of the innocent, passions
Pleasures soothes the hearts of sadness, for tonight the very air itself
Is magical, offering a moments release for the spiritually condemned,
Until the last stroking bong of midnight, is heard off in the distance.
Sorcery's wicked witchy women, fly by sources unseen power of the
Supernatural, cackling with laughter's wild sounding of the jackal, do
They weave their intricate incantation's, to capture their victim's of hearts desire.
Blooming on the mountain side, the wolf bain does blossom, and hidden
Beneath its evergreen leaves, is the star gazer dressed within wolves
Furry garments, howling love sick, unto his ill fated mate, she so answers
With screams reply, and the pack adds another member, and now
These forbidden lovers run together, beside the path of humanities kindred.
Mischievous tricksters are they; poltergeists playing trick or treats pranks,
Vaporous creatures whom thoroughly enjoy frightening humanity unto 
Their inner most core.
But heed my warning dear friend; call no priest, for blessing sake for
These demons of mists, shall reek, havocs vengeance upon thee, 
Instead leave them well enough alone.
A twisted fellow is Mr. Jack-O-Lateran, appearing body less, with his head
Impaled upon fencing’s spike, what a Gringrichy grimace does he so make,
As a candles light aglow shines from within, his mounted handled top hat,
Exposing the freakish smile on his orange pumpkin face.
The vamperic ring master, on this night of horrors terror, welcomes the unwary
Traveler, to take part in this celebration extravaganza, come one and come all.
Let us so partake in these evenings’ festivities, El Carnival, 
As the children of the night, serenade mankind in the back ground,
Beyond our earthy realm.
As the mornings first rays of light, brush their finger tips across the
Horizon's canvas, the darkness is banished once again, creeping 
Beneath the under belly of the sun, as all evil creatures melt, and fading
Within the shades hollows, until next years celebration takes place once
More, on this darkest of holidays, called Halloween.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Love secre, No more

I love you today,
An yesterday.
I loved you the days,
Before those ones... .. .
Yet kept a secret
  No one knows
Silents DON'T last 
        forever.. .
 A child's laughter
Ain't easy to hide you
        Know
ONE DAY IT'S,
GONNA SHOW....
    ......


Details | I do not know? | |

1-15-10 Commands

Smile. Laugh. Why must you command yourself?
Dont cry. Dont show them your organs. 
Its all a lie, isnt it?
The very fabrics of life. 
Do they see pain upon your face?
Does the sadness seep through?
Tears crystalize in your eyes. 
Your too brave to risk wiping them away,
and not brave enough to let them pour. 
Blink them away. 
Good, you follow commands. 
Do you know how to be a leader?
Do you close your eyes and walk?
Trust me. Follow the sound of my voice.
Will i lead you safely? Dont be so sure. 
We are all liars at our root. 
Push your self forward.


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My Perfect Story

The Perfect Story


Ingredients.... My Epic Melody!

 
I spread my wings, 

To carry you into that perfect ride.

Allowing you to communicate with my mind.

I'll show you what my perfect story would have in it.

With the world's enigma not everyone can find.

Words twisted with reality and beauty divine

The majestic ways to live with fairy tales combined.

Show no weakness towards the mercy of my gift.

Unleash the lightning, leaving all competition behind.

Pierce every word with my gleaming eyes.

You'll find yourself in the ebony of the blind.

A space passing every constellation with no regrets of return.

Assault the moment of the mind with the perfect line..

Expect pain, love, death, and desires that burn.

A trap for the follower to sink in.

Losing yourself to the evil garden underneath the green fern. 

Falling in love with the mental link of my imagination.

Rising from the ashes that killed every demon in my nations.

Rescued by the light of he who rode the wind of fate.

Breaking an oath to give every perfect story a-

 "HAPPY ENDING!"

 
~SKAT~


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Archangel

Archangel

I sensed the dance of clouds and windy drawl,
fast moving marionettes of moonlight,
conceived they passed the crannies of the soul,
and intersected solitude forthright.

The dusk descended when 'Archangel' crossed
the sight of island men, remote like wraith
and huge the blackened ship's displacement bossed
the nautilus stunned stares and childhood's faith.

Monotonous the bagpipes led to trance,
- autonomous the ship's insistent horn,
invited us to some unworldly dance
the ship regaled; that stung our souls like thorn.

We danced inside the rain while ghost bag pipes
were interlaced by sea's baptismal notes,
- betrothal waved the blue and white flag stripes,
- like coffins cradled round the wooden boats.

Embarked were we, according to their song,
thence sailed infinity upon the brines,
tho' Harpies from the ghostly mists, along,
the Hades' treated us, communion wines.

© 05-14-2013, G.Venetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)


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HE KNOWS

As I think back to that dark time in our community I don’t know if I’d ever seen anyone quite 
like that (Cinder Girl). We girls thought she had (Lovely Bones). The last time I saw her alive, 
she was sitting on her porch blowing a (Dandelion Wishing) for a long life.I think she knew 
that (Before Night Falls) her (Worst Fear) would be realized. The beast from the nether 
world, who I think directed everything was that (Dog That Wears a Cone). He sat in her side 
yard staring at her. The locals called him Cujo, he was (By Any Other Name), (The Beast of 
Our Making). Cujo aside, (That Guy Paul) Cujos’ minion, was one (Bloody Bastard). He was 
going to involve Cinder in (A Rural Tragedy) of epic proportions.
 
It went down on a (Heavy Slush)y winters’ eve guaranteed not to be a pastoral (Scene On a 
Road in Winter). I had entered the old abandoned farmhouse on my way home from town. I 
was cold and my feet were wet from the slush. I sat down in a small room out of the draft. I 
heard voices outside. Paul endured (The Wait) for his accomplice in the cold. When she 
arrived he began talking to (The Girl Who Wears the Dragon Tattoo). Then I saw what he 
had done. 

(What was I Thinking) (What If) they found me hiding (Inside This Little Room). Paul and the 
dragon lady were sweaty (Toilers at the Trench), digging frozen dirt in winter is hard work. I 
heard Paul laugh as he said to “TATS,” this time we’re (Cleaning House)… Was I next?

Suddenly, the opportunity for escape from this nightmare arose. Jake the bumbling county 
snow plow driver unknowingly swung the truck onto the farmstead with its’ halogen lights 
probing deep (Into Night). He had (Thwarted) their hiding this heinous crime. The sight he 
illuminated gave me the [That Potent Urge(Gotta Go, Gotta Go Right Now)]. I ran from that 
house into the night. No one ever knew I was there and since Jake was the only witness the 
court needed, I never came forward.

Jake had never been (My Kind of Apple) because (Jake Sure Loved His Beans). Regardless, 
Jake unknowingly saved my life that night. I never thought it would happen but over time I’d 
grown accustomed to the gas. We were married late last fall and as we left the reception I 
saw Cujo on a nearby hill wearing that ominous cone. I thought to myself as he watched us 
leave, he knows…

            Oh God, he knows I was there!

            *This narrative derived from the titles of one poets work here on the Soup.


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Breathes

Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.

My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.

At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.


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The Beauty In Futility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

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


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

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

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Tishmandu

Tishmandu
 
My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
 
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
 
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
 
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
under God and full moons
blessing passage with incense and bells
 
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth 
to determine true north
and the path where Tishmandu lies
 
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refined
the final leagues we must take
 
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
 
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
 
At last in the shade
a walled shelter is bade
I meet with the maker of rules
A service I bring
but to rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
 
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame

As I washed the sick
and avoided blunt stick
the God of the desert did smile
For the people made well
in this fortified hell
where spirit is subject to trial
 
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
I Bid farewell to Tishmandu
 
RAMA, Ink


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the art of persuasion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He
burst
into
flames;

then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.

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

The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.

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

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

The room darkened from his moonly mind.



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


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For What's Worth Breathing


Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

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

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

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


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

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

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

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


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LITTLE CAT

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

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

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

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

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

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


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' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


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The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








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Ne Prorsus Interirent

Unrelentless unforeseen neverending not serene, vacant town of bliss and 
horror the end of sanity a walk with declining humanity. In said tales of ill faded 
spells was it wise to stand face to face with the creator of man rings of Saturn 
fire will conclusion ever inspire. With hate I shallow this doomed empire will they 
remember that faith never crossed the line sunset angels fought to stay blind. 
Your ultimate guidance will crucify me and evade the truth that lay dormant inside 
me, play your Mozart and your Bach mother is god in the eyes of a child turn your 
back but for a while let me live in my denial. Darkness hides behind the face of 
great do you trust your walk with deceiving eyes chant the name of Soloman its  
your prayer of hope whisper from beyond I am Zion.


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Verboten

Breathe seductive it touches my superstition craving your instincts I cant speak in 
fear
of isolation cradle your serenity with manipulated premonitions motives of 
indiscretion 
abandoned by stray inspiration a metaphor that leaves us vulnerable and 
bittersweet 
broken
yet victorious. Aroused by fascinations of pleasure captivated by hypnotized 
surroundings 
the 
obsession torn by September rain, revive those trembling confessions drenched 
with 
deception 
see past the disguise and offer a solution with passionate eyes. Tame the dahlia 
of 
natural 
redemption the want is savage the thrill is the remedy over take this creation and 
satisfy 
the 
agony do the impossible and please me after so many shouts of blasphemy. 
Serpent of 
emptiness I surrender in your mist secrets will be kept at this alter emotional 
cleansing 
set in 
versus verboten.


Details | Epic | |

Contagious Judas

Imperfect tendencies emotional scars suited amber falling stars, 
paranoid blame oblivion shame beautiful southern waltz in cinematic
stubborn fault. Seven missing memories method praised shroud of shade
innocent mask guilty if you ask precious paths of poisoned passion raged
and belligerent as we fade. Euphoric flawed charade diluted in constant rain
unique perception of secret aim comfortable locked in chain, conjure magic 
trance surrounded authentic pinnacle devastating interval. Revered prophet of 
past impaired by moonlights last search your infinite glass testify on millions of 
preaching lies nightmares erased intervention with in Judas faith truth be told 
face to face time is haste.


Details | Epic | |

That's What Friends are Law

Aristotle, who once said, “A flatterer is a friend,
Who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.”
Magician or not, the appraisal we try to defend,
Veneer covered ready, prepare for the overthrow.

And a splint named psychology supports nowt,
Tender are the suspicions, a tourniquet gripped,
That of emotion, a trend compared with doubt, 
And complacency set amongst the less equipped.

Human form takes shape of Copernican theory,
Between each other, is the central perspective
Years ahead in terms of mind, yet still we query.
Remaining wary, they’ve listened so corrective.

A glimmer of paradise from that which destined
More positive than rightful, for instance, must,
Be seen as most probable, avoiding a rescind
Of harmonies that quaver a motion. Well, just!

And the motion we speak of, like a whisper,
Eases the tension between people who feather,
The hearing sensation shall understand crisper
Torn between plusses and negatives; whether!

The flatterer is found as the darkest seclusion,
Reflection of them is the question of mystery
A misty environment that forms that illusion
Chronically synchronized a challenge to history,

To beat out the drum of intention, as constant
A theory relating to trust involving apple trees
Has a Newtonian law which shall transplant,
Gravity, attached friends upon a breeze.

In feather-like spirit, the meadow may drift
An illusion that folds from the first dew morn,
With goose bumps that wrinkle a wary shift
Trusts! Where the sugar sweet mentions are born.

That’s what friends are Law, children at heart,
Make-believe portfolios of whimsical worth,
Fasten the button on jumpers, and bonnet apart
When blue summer dye creates umber for earth.

Perceived as a coward on grass that’s not green,
Glass, not a ruby, when trust solves the riddle,
To finish this mantra this causes serene,
Convinced like a Titan’s romance of the fiddle.

Oh! Zeus, need we flutter the discord to ride
The twirls of Hyperion, who teaches the master,
To dance like an ocean and swirl like the tide,
As trust gains momentums avoid the disaster.


Details | Epic | |

If the Lord Be Willing

If The Lord be willing,
Well so then I am too!
I’ll be sending out His healing,
Some for Him and some for you!

If the Lord be willing,
Well then I’m thrilling!
I’ll be sending out a clue.
One is yellow and one is blue.

If the Lord be willing,
Then I’ll be chilling!
Well bent on kneeling,
Atop of His own ceiling!

And that will just have to make my perfect due!
Because He came through me just to get to you!
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Mistake

'Love is patient'
'Love is kind'
The thought of love
Can turn you blind.

But... Now we must
Take some steps
To verify those
Deep regrets.

The first problem you see
Was that. . .
He lied about
You being fat

That in turn 
Led ya to
Beleiving that
He 'accepted' you.

Mirrors were made
For a darn good reason
And thinking you are nothing special
Is high, high treason...

But no!
He's perfect
And no! He's kind
Seriouslly sister
You've lost your mind.

The recipe to love Is that
You have to love your self.
It's not about your facial features
Or the size of ya belt.

The man should be a rock to lean on
And not! A heartless swine.
So please next time. Do pick him wisely
Make sure he has a spine!


Details | Narrative | |

And Then

And Then…

My work finished
     I glanced back at the clock
Ah… The Witching Hour
     Hung heavy on the next tock
My thoughts raced back
     To childhood days
          To scary stories
               Round campfires haze
                    To daunting dares
                         In dark woods maze
               And then… It caught my eye

A phantom shape
     That just moments before
Had been shadows tossed
     Twixt the walls and floor
And I admit
     Twas’ dimly lit
          Random shapes
               In chances knit
                    Poorly viewed
                         From where I sit
               And then… I saw it move

Just then I thought
     Tis’ time to trust and pray
And steady my hearts resolve
     Should this be the reckoning day
And then I swear
     The room grew cold
          Events purpose
               Moved to unfold
                    My chest I clutched
                         My soul to hold
               And then… I heard it speak

“Time is at hand”
     And those words comforted it seemed
And my God in a timeless moment
     I became one with all I’d dreamed
Tis’ certain this
     Event of page
          Will visit all
               Upon life’s stage
                    Fully quenching
                         Life’s burning rage
               And then…


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 | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Tug


The fog reminded him the winter's edge
how faster can the nightly riding be?
he felt the overthrow and painful sledge,
- the asphalt hit the rider departee.

The roar was heard amid the falling snow
the bike capsized - and hard he fell to slug,
across the never reached horizons' glow,
received her bridal kiss and asphalt's tug.

He danced with her beneath the nimbus cloud
- enjoining the magnificence of waltz;
bestowed, denoted valor, fore avowed,
ambrosial her remembrance was, and false.

Beforetime she became his fate in mists,
perceived their airy dance, surpassed treetops
lithe daughter of woods' emptiness, not kissed
on fares unvisited, where searching stops.

Inside the nimbus celebrating Halls
Collegiate was the feast's inviting dance,
trajectory redemptive, death-ride tolls,
- was thoughtful and cognizable her glance.

So standing tall 'mid honors and dusk shades,
recalled the margins that he raced upon,
three hundred for Persephone of Hades
to be his wed on skyline's denouement.

The bullocky V-engine echoes thence
and crowns the basalt rocks atop the brae
when riders pass and fog is hazy-dense
upon his street-bike-fighter see him sway.

© 09-04-2013, George Venetopoulos
(Iambic pentameter)


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Imagism | |

ADRIFT

ADRIFT
-----------
Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones

Colliding crests of clear 
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it 
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors

Lingering lured beneath 
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap 

Embarked on his quests 
To cults of creatures as featured 
Foreshadowed and seen 
In rippling revelation

The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse

Concocted clamantly by 
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled 
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors

Mellow sweet melodies 
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame

Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape

How brilliantly a defunct figure 
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel 
Adrift its ocean's reticence

~Poetra Jah~


Details | Epic | |

The Stork I


The ship arrived surrounded by fog's dew,
his years she carried on her seaward tracks,
the wide upfront, horizon's line was dark,
- a stork he was, comradely to her crew.

(Thus, curious, he stood upon the moors,
projecting epitome of their rejoice,
and stern, the sea-waves' hum, repressed their voice,
enduring memory the dusk allures.)

A trenchant stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazing for the sunken to discern,
Perceived the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the color of night's darkened soot.

The dusk abraded then, the ship's details,
still numbness; maybe was the ship that stared,
as his persistent - curious eyes paired
with mind's perseverance, head-rope and brails.

Around the ship quizzical boats tripped,
like wooden cradles-coffins, they were stray,
companions lost beyond skylines' array,
sea's signalizing roar, on moorings whipped.

( Their sacrosanct ascent designed the stairs,
for spotless angels to walk amidst light blue,
like then the stork recited what was true,
- a dark night ship, for his bird's story cares.

And then they fled to skies - two comets' glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- the emerald of Aegean shallows. )

What foolishness of storks, invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in night's ebon phase,
two finger-funnels tall, on skies to praise,
wraiths' upstage flight, on everlasting trip?

© G.V. 09/25/2012 All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Our Invincible Defeat

The inner and the outer,
Are dissolving fast in space.
The ominous clouds of thunder,
Are covering your face.

The meek the mild and innocent,
Are trampled under feet,
As we go one marching blindly,
To our invincible defeat.

No more calling softly,
No more calling you,
We've lost our hope and loving,
What once we thought was true.

And now the choice is coming,
Riding on a wave,
To be a free man dying,
Or be a mad man's slave.

And now the drums are drumming,
Drumming down the line,
Will you be marching forwards?
Will you be deaf and blind?

Will the light of sacred meaning?
Shine from bottom of your heart?
As the soldiers go on marching,
Tearing our humanity apart.

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Details | Free verse | |

GODZILLA

What could live beneath radiation's
Mushroom storm cloud?
The heavens are burnt asunder,
Horizons red dawn glows,
 With an eerie mist.
Lightening and thunder strikes,
Against fallout’s atmospheric residue,
Ashes debris falls as embers fire.
Emerging from the depths below,
A creature surfaces,  a monster	
With rages vengeance, flowing
Through it's veins.
Born from human arrogance,
And ignorance, a genetic mutation. 
Natures evolutionary throw back,
 Our legacy of destruction,
A reptilian tidal wave.
With an earth shattering roar,
A tremendous force felt around,
The world,
He announce his calamity to come.
Wading through the ocean depths,
The king of all lizards,
A clashing titan, heading towards
Civilization, at torpedo's
Super sonic velocity.
A great reckoning is at hand,
Conflicts Jurassic hurricane,
Slams against the shores of 
Reality, known as Tokyo bay.
 Wreckage’s wrecking ball, tares apart
Mankind’s environmental habitat,
Without any mercy.
Hell's fiery breath, is spewed forth
From his jaws of death, radioactivity's
After shock, lives within this dooms
 Days creature.
As electricity's feedback, shimmers
Downwards, on his spiny back,
Seemingly to recharge the beast.
He roars once more, as a wake up call,
Beware his name lives in your
 Night mares,
Behold Godzilla, the king of all
 Monsters.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Ballad | |

Fireworks Hill

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Long before 
The cynics arrived
Before the laughter died
And God returned the day to night

Where dazzling fireworks
Rained sparkles
On our lives
Two strange birds
Came together
And opened up their eyes

Let’s go climb 
We’ll move back time

Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
Far from my mind
Never forgotten
Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
We became one there
So very often

And there are vivid colors 
Blasting through the sky
Dancing rainbows 
I really want to taste
There is weeping smoke
Painting all the stars
Burning graveyards 
For the human race

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

We’ll race to the edge
Fulfill our pledge
It was written in blood
The heat of our love

Oh, jump, baby, jump
We’ll fly away together
Jump, baby, jump
Our bodies joined forever

Let’s go climb
And move back time 
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I see the sparkles in the air
Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I smell the dazzle of your hair
Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill
We flew to Heaven over there

Let’s go climb
We’ll move back time
(Forever…with you)


Details | Imagism | |

Difficulty Isn't Impossibility

How steep is the slope in front of you that you see it practically impossible to climb? How wide is this Ocean which seem insane to cross over? Brace up, put your mind together and just imagine the snow falls in June and Flowers grow black petals. Imagine Togo experiences Winter and Red + Yellow gives white. Imagine a huge Maize Tree and a tuber of fresh green Apples. Imagine Pigs with long wings and a flock of Goats happily swimming. Imagine standing under the rain and not getting wet Imagine hair grows on the palm and a Cow walking on its Horn Imagine February having 31 days and December, just 28. Imagine cartoon characters becoming real and rolling 13 in two 6-sided dice. Imagine the birth of a fluent German speaking Newborn to an Arab Mum after just 10 weeks of gestation. And a 100km bridge, built with rubber Imagine an innocent virgin becoming pregnant with Triplets. who created the new lives through the internet. Imagine a Man, getting younger with age and the cat and mouse peacefully coexisting. Imagine fire, drying out water when they meet and pepper becoming sweet while glucose becoming bitter. Imagine the scent of a perfume smelling from a picture and a Chest X-ray photo showing the intent of the Heart. Imagine the best newscaster as a bad stammerer and the fastest runner without Limbs. Imagine the blind from birth who's able to differentiate between Colours and a retrograde existence where Life starts after Death. Imagine a Dog as the Master and man as its pet or a Camel, passing through the eye of a needle. Though impossible, all can be pictured in the mind which is the starting point of actualizing all forms of reality. Since 'never' never exists and St. Never's day isn't imaginable your huddle then becomes a mere challenge and in no time, you'll be at the top of the cliff as you look down, smile and say "Difficulty isn't impossibility"


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

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

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


Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Epic | |

The Wild Man

Running through the forest on a desperate plight. The tension builds on the edge of night. Lights in the distance, the sound of dogs, desperately seeking a place to hide in the endless bog. The forest echoes with the voices of men as the trail comes to an abrupt end. Facing a wall of impending death. Trapped with no options left. The hairy man releases a howl hoping for rescue from this oncoming crowd. The sound comes closer and the lights grow intense as the guns are lowered and the bullets are spent. When daylight arrives and the shadows grow short, the assembly is surrounded by growling and snorts. As the wild men take their revenge and with the murderers bring to their end.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Feather of You

A feather of a bird,
My feather of you,
Drifting in the air,
Aimless in the sky and a blur,
Not one, but two.
Drifting without a care,
My feather of you in the air!
Lost in the funnel of the wind,
My feather disappears,
Drifting in the air,
Flowing aimlessly again,
Crossing over so near.
A feather of you my only fear!
Found with the resolution I see,
A feather of me,
Falling loosely and free,
Softly to the ground,
With very little sound!
A feather of you and me,
But only one I have found.


Details | Free verse | |

ATLANTIS

Far beneath fathom's kept, where the dead men,
Dare not speak of forgotten kingdom's hidden deep,
Under waves chilling currents, in the aquatic blues,
 Burial zone.
Behind seaweeds thickened greenery, and corals
 Reefs decorative stealth.
An ancient mystery's truth lies undiscovered,
Pull back times curtain reveal a world turned up,
Side down.
Once a utopian society lived, bathed in the
 Warmth of the sun.
Shinning by brilliance light aglow in
 Architectural marvel.
Civilization’s corner stone, etched with 
Diversity's trade mark.
Idealism in perfection orderly form, 
Pictured framed amongst ,
Legend's greatest mysteries left unsolved, 
Yet it intrigues us.
A vast landscape spanning the horizon, 
Wealth's golden city.
Built brick by brick on sheer strength, 
Of will power and intelligence intellect.
A crown jewel of the ancient world but,
 It's existence has tarnished with age,
 Entering the realm of long ago,
 Mythological legendary myth.
But fortune's favor draws fates attention, 
Leaving unto follies end result greed's lust,
Deception’s cruelty, and slavery’s injustice.
The god's have little mercy for humanity’s,
 Sinister darker side,
And cast a titan's krackan to sly the
 Wickedness there in.
Destruction landfall hit Atlantis head on,
An eerie twilight’s hour destiny’s four winds,
Did scream why have you forsaken, 
Your children thus so.
No wraith's compassion could eliminate, 
Sorrows heavy burden to bare.
A nation, a continent wiped from the face
Of the earth, without leaving a trace vaporized,
In a instant.
Storytellers epically write words, telling of
Legacy's lost paradise.
It's valuable theology speaks volumes knowledge,
Of lessons to be learned so not as to,
 Be repeated again. 
In the devil triangle may it rest in peaceful slumbers, 
Dreaming state.
Until history's reawakening calls it name once more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN










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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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The Emperor, and the holy man

The Emperor and the holy man

Once, a long, long time ago
There lived an Emperor
He had conquered half the world
He couldn’t be worshipped more
And everyone within his realm
They done what he did say
For each knew that to disobey him
Could mean his dying day.

One day this Emperor did decide
To sail to India
He’d heard about those holy men
And the tales in him did stir
A lot of curiosity 
He decided he would go
And find one, then bring him back home
He had a need to know.

Romanda was a holy man
He’s deeds were legendary
He never wore no clothes at all
And everyone could see
That he was someone very special
Many had seen his power
And they knew that time with him
Could bring one’s soul to flower

The Emperor sent some men to find
That holy man, did he
He told them bring that Guru back
Deliver him to me
So off they went to do his will
But Romando he refused
He said your man must come to me
Those soldiers were confused!

The Emperor, he was upset 
He found that holy man
He offered him jewels and, and money too
And he did not understand
When our hero turned him down again
He drew his sword on him
It didn’t look good for the holy man
That Emperor looked grim!

Romanda told the Emperor
“My friend, chop off my head
If this is what you’re bound to do
But you won’t kill me dead
I left this body years ago
You cannot kill what’s not
Oh, you may kill this shell I’m in
But that’s not worth a lot.

He said ‘why do you conquer
Don’t you know, it’s a disease?
When you have conquered everything
Will you then be at ease
Put your sword away, my friend
Don’t be so childish now
Know you a man who says he’s great
He really has no power”.

The Emperor was beaten by
A naked, unarmed man
The great man? Stood there foolishly
He did not understand
How this man was unafraid
He’d never glanced within
Great Emperors, they only know
The mind and all its din.

12 September 2013@1835hgrs.


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Erotic Fantasy- A Product Of Teenage Infatuation-Experience of a girl

Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas, I fell asleep like a peaceful baby, then the windows opened in complete excitement, and the seas breezed in like a stampede, raising my night dress from legs to Breasts leaving me nude, cold but blessed, then came this guy with a bad intention crested on his chest, I could not picture his face but could see him so well. As his tongue kiss and lick, high voltage current crossed my cheek. the wet flexible muscle moved quite oblique, then every action from now on seem to click, causing sensation so quick, I suddenly became helpless, weak and sick. He trade his plight on site, causing hormonal sparks to ignite, not considering if he is wrong or right, becoming more real and clean in my sight, my increasing arousal, making the moment bright. His groans made the feeling mutual, producing pleasure beyond the normal ritual, and making his movement on me so casual, cupped my Breast to make the feeling factual, squeezing them like a newly baked dough, wheezing sounds emerging from my passionate screams, and making my freezing feet jerk as he plays with the nipples. Then down the road he goes to my shin, spreading my legs made the sensation immeasurable, the gradual heat from his romancing hand, simply unspeakable, summed up with his commanding domination like a constable, began an erotic scene so irresistible, and since I am already grossly susceptible, I yielded to his masculine touch as though already compatible. Steadily and slowly, he drives through to my thighs like a convertible, causing a body rhythm and sensation so explicable. Caressing them gently as I wished, reaching the focal point made me feel accomplished, hoping to treat my secret garden with a mood so selfish, making it his possession and ecstasy fully nourished, complimented with a fantasy already established As he was about penetrating like a beam, I already reached the next level and ready to swim, as real as this experience may seem, I immediately woke up to realize it was just a dream


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Seeking The Registar II

Tribulation Ventication: This selection will be completed in part's. So be patient as I will be running out of space and having to continue and then continue in part's again! This is a true BIO and tend's to be graphic. As not even I as a Poet, can make this stuff up......

Tribulation Vendication From Scratch;**

It started at the Hampton, VA
I was a crack addict
And drank alcohol
Twenty four hours' a day
I stayed in treatment for over 
      Twenty Year's
My mother was appalled
Fore she didn't know it all
       ----
For my poor Mother
Their was nothing but tear's
Those sorrrowful tear's lasted
      For many year's
They could only but leave
        Cool, Cold Chills'
      ---
I smoked dope
And drank alcohol
Neve did I realize what fate
That was about to be-fall
Hell, Iv'e done it all
      ---
First come Addison Disease
It came like an avalanch
And then more crack
I got so high that I couldn't
        Come back
      ---
And more alcohol, anemia
And bone's that cracked
Mental condition's which were
         To hard to attack
      ---
I had a vertebrata Fracture
  A spine C-5 disaster
I fooled all the doctor's
They were so surprised
It was as though
They couldn't believe
Their eye's
They couldn't tell if I would
        Talk
Or ever walk alive
          On the earth
With out prostetics or worse
      ---
I joined the Coast Guard
  A young man
But, that Addison Disease
     And Viral Syndrome
Just simply got out of hand
      ---
Then I joined the Army and
Tht was too much
Anti-social Personality
Arthritis and disciplinary problem's
Were just too much
For one man
The temperature in Germany
Were too much to stand
      ---
I was discharged withou pay
Now, I am at the Veteran's Administration
Known as the "VA'
And it so remain
Even today
      ---
But now I am OK
      ---
I was diagnosed with Hiv'
Which completely destroyed me
My life was full of shame
Their was so much pain
And no-one to shed the blame
But, in treatment 
I still remained
      ---
While in Baltimore
The AID's went full blown
Their was a fat chance
That I would ever live
Not for very long
At least I would never
Make it alone
      ---
This my family didn't know
Because I never told them so
Even if I did
Where could I go
      ---
Renal failure, kidney failure
Respiratory Arrest
That wasn't the test
I also had pneunmonia
Extreme congeston of 
The Chest
      ---
The grip of the disease
  Was nothing that you
Would want to put on a friend
Fore the mortality rate for then
Would get the better of most men
      ---
Until then





 













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A Battle Of Resistance, Will And Compromise

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

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


Details | Epic | |

Prince of Time



A tale of love and destiny beyond this world . . . . ~~
A fierce wind howls, dark clouds race across the horizon, and beneath the hood draped over his face the man whispers; Of a vast land with wild clear waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets, and woodlands in a thousand glorious shades of green. This Prince of Time has heard her prayers call for him, past time and destiny and beyond her tears have beckoned; His mission to find her and together they will dwell in his ancient world, she has waited for him all her life, never seeing his face. Yet she loves him with all her heart and soul, this she knows, over mountain peaks and rivers wild, through jungles lush he journeys; Now, he stands in the shadows of her room in the mist of dawn, her raven hair in tangles, her skin so pale it takes his breath. He steps forward and reaches out a hand to touch her tears away, and in that moment, he fades away, as if dust in the morning light; A bird sings in the cool air and her room smells of the forest as she rises, a soft touch has awaken her, a lover's caress, so gentle. All that day she is haunted with unknown feelings of loneliness, wandering the forest, she silently walks, lost in her dreamy thoughts; He watches from the foliage, the hood covering his face still, the time soon, she hesitates, moments pass, then he fades in the dappled light. That night candlelight flickers on the walls of her bedroom, it cast shadows in the corners, a gentle breeze fills the silence; She sits at her dressing table brushing her hair until it shines in waves, suddenly a wind catches the long strands and billows them about. He stands behind her watching and slowly removes his hood, she is not afraid as she stares into the mirror, she has been waiting; Waiting for this man, as he twines his fingers in her hair and whispers, taking her by the hand to the bed, it is time . . . They find her in the morning, she is peaceful and deathly still, her face pale against the white sheets, her lips lush and purple; Her eyes closed to this world, she looks asleep, perhaps about to rise, dark clouds drift in the sky and thunder rolls in the distance. Raindrops begin to fall as the casket is lowered into the ground, the small gathering bow their heads stepping forward to lay a flower; Although, she had been an old lady, she had been buried in a beautiful gown, of ivory, lace and beads as she had requested in her will. Unseen by the mourners, a vision appears of a beautiful young woman, with a handsome man, he holds her close within his strong arms; His dark hair touching his shoulders and he looks with love into her face, and he wraps his cloak around her as they become the rain. _______________________________ July 21, 2013 Epic For the contest, Epic-Mysterious, Poet Destroyer


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Cues

My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
 
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
 
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be  at a great loss!
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009
.


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Mythology of Fire

In the beginning thus Prometheus who loved mankind
Stealing fire from the Gods of Mt Olympus 
Then to Earth he did resign
Man marveled at fire’s glowing light
Finding comfort from its warmth at night
Rocks which surrounded the campfire pit
Melted their metals into the ashy spit
Man’s observant brilliant idea dawned
A forge a hammer a chisel and a spear
Once ferocious King of the beast who roared death
 Learned to tremble with fear
Bellows of goat skins did man blow across the red hot coals 
The white hot warmth thus saturated the metal into hammer and fold 
Pound the copper beat the tin-
So man did master the fire therein
Shields and weapons- tools and blades 
Due the love of Prometheus made friend
We the man did gratefully accept
To Prometheus we are in his debt
And for his trouble did Zeus make plain
To steal from a God is unforgivable and disdain


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Inevitable Bear

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

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


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Part I of Indian Summer

Slowly, 
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.

The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.

I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.


Details | Ballad | |

The Tale of the Man of Goat Island

Guests of Niagara Falls
A narrative stays untold,
Of which I can recall
Since the time I was 5 years old.

Between two cataracts
A strip of earth does lie,
A terrain of little impact
Found beneath the New York sky.

Upon this stretch of soil
A gentleman did live,
Fed up with worldly spoil
And with what it had to give.

Days were spent in solitude
Among the grassy plot,
From the world he did seclude
In this most congenial spot.

But oh how days are mournful
And nights are filled with strife,
A man becomes quite scornful
With no one to share his life.

His thoughts flooded with pain
He grew weary and forlorn,
Then one day they found his remains
A victim of bridal veil’s scorn.

The legend continues today
Rumors are told on the byland,
Of acute and utter dismay
The tale of the man of Goat Island.


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A FORMULA FOR LIFE

life is a mystery to be lived and not a problem to be solved
for life as we experience it moves from easy to hard
if you look back to your younger days you will discover
that as you've matured some of the mystery of life has been uncovered
you have come to understand why your parents had all those rules and stipulations
now as an adult dealing with the bills and the kids you understand the complications

If you look at the terrible circumstances happening in the Gulf of Mexico
where the Oil Industry worked without less governmental control
"drill baby drill" is what the Tea party and Republicans ranted about
now facing one of the biggest disasters its at the President whom they now shout
those individuals who wanted less Big Government rules and regulations
are now demanding that Big Government fix this horrible situation

The Bible tells us that we should in God place all of our trust
for He is the omnipotent source that created us
for us not to lean towards our own understanding
but to follow the formula for life that God is commanding

God made a perfect world that humans keeps trying to remake
we've let the sin of greed take us over which results in big mistakes
we need to understand that there is no other force nor any other foundation
that has the power or the fortitude to deal with all of life's situations

The formula for living is to let go and let God
trust in him and allow Him to take control of our minds and hearts
the formula for living is to take to God in prayer
and then let the will of God direct our behavior
we need to profess it and confess it
we need to address it and then let God bless it

So develop a relationship with God and always included Him in the mix
seek His wisdom and wise counsel for there is nothing He can't fix
the formula for living, the formula for life
is before you do anything make sure it's been blessed by the Lord Christ


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Sky Rockets In Flight, Unicorn's Delight

The origin of the unicorn begin's in
A time and habitat where we did not live in
In Another Galaxy it could have been in
Or in an unexplored magical dimension

It was a land overflowing with milk and honey
Pure and abundant was it's skillful offspring
Enchanted with a forest that lulls you to sleep
With it's down reaching hum stemming from the trees
The little creatures were cordial and could speak
The streams of life were the preachers of the peace
The fireflies dancing a mild ballet at night
Would arouse even the most dormant soul to sing 
But it was unicorns that governed the land
and so to say put everything under one's wing

A unicorn was considered the horse of the God's
It had the chiseled structure of a steeled spartan
It's horn holstered the power of a lighting rod
Sporting a mane as majestic as a mountain and
When it bucked on its hoofs the earth stood still in awe

They spent years on this planet protecting our spot
Behind the scenes in old men's wars they fought
But it was in the hidden rainbows with gold pots
Where their undisturbed and placid image was copped

Now its unfortunate we do not seem them nowadays
mainly because they did not embark on noah's ark
and all the CO-2 in the atmosphere we sprayed
means their world no longer remains and
Now their remains are just horses with no horns
and no potential to fly, so all they do is eat hay, ride and race
and when they die we just assume to make them into glue
JK! Happy Birthday!
* P.D. Unicorn Poem contest


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

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


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THE BOY KING

THE BOY KING

Oh youthful monarch of Egypt, so young to die and yet live again.
In the nether world a Pharaoh's golden death mask is lain upon
A boy king.
In silences crypt a stilled figure lies in stacious frozen freeze.
Until Ra's first rays kiss the dawn and they embrace in passions 
Fiery flame.
Behold a rebirth an emergence from death's chilling shroud.
In the valley of the dead his caucus’s soul walks amongst
His ancestral ancestors.
Lost deities whom balance the hearts of men
Against the feather of truth
 Speak his name with honor's reverence.
Legacy's inheritance a throne built in the shadow,
Of hierarchy’s indignation yields,
To restorations royal seal barring his title of rebirth
Tutankhamen.
The great sphinx retracts it's sharpened claws,
As this small emperor’s spirit bows with nobility’s,
 Humblest of respectfulness at his marble feet.
Without fears emotions he thus stands all alone,
 Before this stone giant of idles sacred worship,
At his touch this littlest of divine gods,
  Turns a stone beast into flesh.
And beneath the night's blanket of stars,
 He is welcomed
Into the warmth of the lions main.
A living creature cradling this child of light,
Slowly fallen into dreams eternal sleep once more.
In the halls of Karnack a peaceful lullaby plays,
Upon invisible instruments, in a gentle soothing.
Rhythmic tones the music plays.
As a woman's voice sings of a beautiful desert spring,
That turns into the Nile's fertile waters,
 Feeding it's eternal life.
And thus the boy king sleeps wrapped in slumbers,
Golden fleece, listening to the holy Melody,
Which is ancient Egypt.
Finally at peace within the kingdom of thieves,
A Pharaoh of the golden realm.
Hush now beware do not wake him,
Or his curse may claim another victim.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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MERMAIDS

From beneath foam and spray, where the
Sun light never penetrates, in fathom's chilly forbidden
Realm lies a kingdom of golden coral reefs.
Poseidon’s children of the murky depths dwell, in liberation's
Untamed wilderness of the unknown.
Mermaids and mermen living in this aquatic domain,
Of the evergreen's seaweed jungle, a lost paradise
Hidden under the big blues stormy seas.
Titan's sons and daughters, freedom’s enlightened
Spiritual unbound souls, rejoice in essences elegance,
In these sacred waters of the bluest deep.
Swimming acrobate of the brimmy mists, enchantments
Beguiling sirens sing an ancient mystical tones lullaby,
Tempting the land dwellers. to cast aside their earthen
Tethers, daring them to plunge under the tidal surf.
To death’s splendor of silence, and yet for one moment’s
Single breath held, to experience the ultimate beauty, 
Known only to these creatures of the immortal deep.
In purity's crystal clear thoughts, uncluttered by the ideas
Of humanity, instinctual beings living completely without
Boundaries restrictions.
Loving spirits, children of joys innocence, reveling
In exhilaration secret garden, in this timeless bubble,
Beneath theses mystic waves of blue.
Behold the natural wonder called the great barrier reef,
Where creatures of myth, playfully frolic, in a tag team
Match of hide and go seek, weaving, dodging through
A seaweed forest of tidal riptides divides.
Sleek mere creatures of the oceans
Tidal tribes, banding together to survive.
Dancing in sequence with the waves turning motions.
Singing forgotten songs in tender under tones,
Sweet melodies to one another.
Beauty in contrast in such wondrous currents
Of mythology.
Do they really exist who knows, but in the soul of
Wonderment, I believe they do, these the mermaids,
Of the deepest blue.





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Yoda

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


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rolled Durham smoke

rolled Durham smoke

It stayed with me, my bequest's constrain;
the ghostly harbor - my sixth sense,
I knew the mowing death sequence,
- this notion haunted me again.

Had sent the mail - my filed advice -
the ghosts of gunmen who have died,
upon the moors they stood with pride,
- the Rider asked his deathly price.

In air he thumped, his rhythmic waves;
demanding cruel his death tolls;
in town the women wore black stoles,
the 'killed in duel' dwell in graves;

The Rider hummed - our vessel moored
inside this port on Nueces' edge,
much red was shed on cypress sedge
- my instincts sharpened and inured.

Tall stood he on the wharf - I knew
the wind whipped ropes upon the mast,
- we drew the guns; he lifted fast;
my two guns bucked debt-law to ensue.

I felt the slug - he moved across,
already a ghost, on moors he stood;
I tasted blood - got up - I should,
with red drops staining grass and moss.

( I saw her standing on the field
amid red poppies and tall trees,
her thought became my holy shield,
bestowed, thenceforth, her grace in breeze.

She spread her arms and called me eft,
above the clouds to Astral Halls
athwart stood gunman - fast and deft
in Tombstone, Mobile and Sioux Falls.)

I rolled and lit a Durham smoke
with children watching me round-eyed;
that March, (I thought), a gunman died,
I heard bells' knell and two crows croak.

©  07-18-2013?3 G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)

(I do not smoke)


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Pure African Soil

He walked the streets of Bethlehem, Jerusalem, and  Nazareth

one hundred percent pure African soil

he was borne and raised on pure African soil

both parents given to raise him here on earth

walked and traveled on pure African soil 

he  journeyed acrossed the Nile river, Rea sea, and the Jordan river

all rivers of Africa the texture of his hair was as course as wool 

his eyes  red like fire his skin was bronze brown representing the many 

African tribes his feet  the same feet that walked across African soil

his story has been myth however, the bible reveals Jesus Christ yes Jesus Christ

is African  No one really understands  his life's story

so society changed his skin color and hair texture so people would 

feel comfortable praising him in our new generation a "white world" 

they will not praise a black Jesus having a  black president proves that the white world

is in outrage and doesn't want to acknowledge black leaders or prophets

they either want them dead or in jail so no one 

can hear the truth about Jesus race and background

alot of black men help found this country from pure African soil

even my lord and savior Jesus Christ

Its very sad but very true today's society would rather praise a statue, plant, or figurine than

to praise Jesus name that's why we have so many religions 
I guess God understands that's why he said"you can blaspheme against Jesus name, but if you blaspheme

against God or the holy ghost you will never be

forgiven". Even though he said that, that doesn't mean its ok to blaspheme against Jesus

Always be mindful of what you say because it could be your own destruction 

everybody  will see Jesus before they all die out

then the mystery will be revealed


Details | Tanka | |

Dance for Dionysus

Tanka/ Haiku

Dionysian’s
Drunken Roman Bacchante (1)  footnotes 
God of the Maenads'  (2)
Female appreciation
Tainted murderous servants

Maniacal twist
Hold each- a sensuous kiss
Trained not by hubris
Phalli held in revere
His spirit flows through rapture

Beloved Bacchus
Honors Ancient Helena
Amathia(3) scorns-                  
Succubus eat them alive
Gynarchy apothesized

Bacchanalians' (4)
Hold wild dances- Worship
Drunken honored god
Children and men torn apart
In a sensuous moment

Oh! Oh how we sing!
Dionysus flows his wine
How we rhyme and chime-
Frenzied ****ing in circle
Prove to Him our Miracle

"Your desires speak-
My beloved enchantress
Sweat, dance, Love for Me
Use My phallice, drink My wine-
Worship Me till end of Time"

(Haiku)
Merry speak, Father
As life sprouts forth within spring-
   Priapic flower.

Mythical Treasure
Is the lie of unbelief
Common man’s relief
Under torch in deepest wood
Ladies did dance unrestrained
In religious ecstasy.

1. Bacchante- Greek & Roman Mythology A priestess or female votary of Bacchus

2. Maenads-Greek Mythology A woman member of the orgiastic cult of Dionysus.. A frenzied woman.

3   Amanthia-Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus
 it is roughly wisdom's opposite. It means recklessness, deep ignorance about oneself and the nature of the universe. It leads to 
 excess, impatience.  He irrationally rejects Dionysus and the new religion; his unthinking and uncompromising scorn for popular 
 piety and the new teachings is neither rational nor open-minded. But he is also very young, and his youth in part excuses his crimes

4 Bacchanalian (Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus


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Everytime I Look Around The Corner

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


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Solar Love

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


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The Royal Changeling

Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner 
Was a mere shell of what was once a man.
He was shackled to the wall of his own design
By the love of his lady so fair, and divine
 
The queen of a land so far away in time
With a king who held her ever so dear
Locking them away alone from peasant's view
None of his subjects gazed upon this mentally ill king
 
He had a smothering love for his queen, 
Abusing her in every way
Never there for love, but only in his mind
She hadn't felt his touch in years, other than abuse
 
Then one day her knight came in on his white steed
They loved under moonlight each night in secrecy
Hiding their treasonous affair from the evil king
Until one night he caught them
 
The knight dueled injuring the king's ability to speak
The queen fearing their treasonous death
Plotted and schemed as not to be beheaded 
To the knight's chamber they carried him
 
Dousing the room in oil laying him on the floor
Dropping the lantern the knight held
Flames rose in the chamber, consuming him
The queen screamed to the subjects for help
 
All the court came running to douse the fire out
The knight and queen really started 
The true king was unrecognizable and couldn't even whisper 
The knight came forward as her husband the king
 
The queen burst into tears, 
Explaining how the knight attacked her,
Setting the room ablaze
All his subjects bowed before the knight, the changeling
 
I am sorry dear king, the subjects said 
As the knight pulled the queen to him, 
Ushering them to take him away, to the dungeon below,
Shackled, and chained, in his own kingdom 
 
In the dungeon the king waited, to be beheaded
The knight secretly became the king instantly
Taking his spot next to the love of his life, the queen
No one suspected a single thing 
 
She visited the king one last time before he died
Telling him how she loved him, stroking his cheek
Watching the next day as they beheaded him, 
Hiding her head in her knight unknown
 
Her dark side she displayed
The day her knight became her king 
And her king became some subhuman thing
He had truly always been
 
The knight now the king with his lovely queen
Ruled for many years, having ten children 
Of tainted royal blood, but no one ever knew 
Their secret love and darkest treason ever committed. 


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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.


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Realm of Reality

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




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

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

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

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


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Doors Will Open

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose

Doors will open, doors will close
Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows

Doors will open, doors will close
Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows 

Doors will close, doors will open
Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin 

Doors will close, doors will open  
Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in 

Doors will close, doors will open
Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin 

Doors will close, doors will open
Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting…
Writing’s a success from deep within
That everyone wants to win!! 

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


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The Queen of Hearts

Known as the Queen of Hearts,
the card of death,
that kids the Joker and kills the King of Spades,
The Ace of Spades shivers in his boots,
when she strides by in havoc.
Her beauty is what gets you,
so watch out,
when she comes rolling on by.
She is deadly,
like a black widow spider
ready to attack at any moment,
so watch out for her,
when you deal the deck.


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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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God's Discipline

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


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Irene and Sandy

The zephyr winds hess as
Irene and Sandy proceed with vengeance
Halloween Sea witches venturing close to shore
In search of mortal men; revenge on the Eastern shores.

The course of true love never 
Quite runs smooth, as the old adage goes: quote


Details | Free verse | |

in a nut shell





       ''A nut, what else but''?.


        Peter Dome.copyright2012.


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First star to your empty Night

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

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

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

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

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

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


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STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














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The Scream

A screaming comes across the sky,
Our cover now is blown.
For in a blink so fate did lie
Our destiny is shown.

The curtain pulled across the land
And in plain sight are we.
The cruel god holds the dice in hand:
To stand our ground or flee?

The screaming echoes through the hills
My future now unknown:
The enemy to try and kill,
But all my hopes are flown...
	
The scream continues from MY voice
my throat as dry as ash.
That fated scream, my cursed choice,
and down to Hell I crash.


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My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


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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!


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Architects of Humanitarian Crises

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

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

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

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

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

All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized

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

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

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

Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time

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

Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands

Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays

Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time

Conquering became a lust
many thought they must

Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer

Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal

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

Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice

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

Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon

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

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

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

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

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

Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane

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

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

Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight

No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices

These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land

We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest

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

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

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

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

The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza

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

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

Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions

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

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

And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude

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

Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions

The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?

We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest

Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons

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

Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by: LP


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Drenched in Silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                                                         
                            

	


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Introduction

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

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


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THE QUEEN MARY

A floating grand duchess of her time,
Moored and held captive, by chains of elegance.
The great lady, holds her head up high, with prides honor,
Befitting such as her station allows, behold she is the 
Queen Mary, monarch of the seven seas, christened by royal
Command, notabilities finest vintage, blessed this her hollowed bow,
None other would do, for thy majesty, opulence’s marvelous diamond,
A jeweled liner, representing prosperity's golden age of fortune.
Fallen have her sister ships, beneath the God Poseidon’s unmerciful wrath.
She sheds a tear, on their behalf, and curtsy's with grandeur’s grace. 
As foam to spray, sending sorrows haunting blessing,
To thee, my lost comrades, I so do miss, forever thy shining luster,
Gems of rare clarity's brilliance, will be remembered, in the maritime
Log book of historical acclaim.
 I'll never forget thee, my sisters of the heart, carried is this message,
By swiftest currants tides, to the briny depths below.
Gracious madam, residing on the international stage of fame,
What secrets do they hold, beneath thy haul, though thy ports
Looking glass, many ghostly images do walk, your empty corridors,
Phantom voices do echo, within forgotten passages, of your 
Yesteryear's younger days of yore.
Mistress of intrigue, enchantress of mystery, a masked diva,
Hidden beneath celebrity’s face of beauty, decor and 
Design, textures layers delicately placed to entice the sight
And mind.
Legacy's last link to the past, she is of a shipping dynasty,
Of epic true titanic sized giants, vessels of statement,
To a culture built upon the value, bigger means better,
A classification that was doomed from the start.
Yet she can still dazzle us, with her romantic Victorian
Charm, always the lady hiding behind a veil of mystery,
Waving her silken fan of desire, to solve the unsolvable,
A trait of humanity is curiosity, to play with fire,
And in the end to get burnt by the flame.
A relic damsel in no distress, a vessel of olden days,
Bravo I say, we need such as she, to give life our life
Excitement, after all is it not the thrill of the chase,
That drives mankind forever forward.
Book my passage than, I'll board the next voyage,
And walk the plank for my own precious prides sake alone.
Call all aboard captain, for the queen of the seven seas,
For she is the queen Mary, held captive by chains of elegance,
A rare gem, in her own right that still shines.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



Details | Free verse | |

Dead Winter

The cabin sits against the forest wall
hidden from human site, it stands alone
isolated
in the dead of winter, the cold has a jagged edge
things crunch
twigs snap, upon a sparrow's landing
the freezing wind brushes painfully across the cabin
like an artist, whose hands are brittle with decay
forcing the branches to scrape along the upstairs window
like fingers trying to get inside.
the cabin creeks, showing its age
as it settlets in, for a long winter
outside, the wind continues to show its fury
as the cabin's walls whistle eerily, to see whose listening
the clock chimes downstairs

For now....
we are not concerned about the footprints, leading to the back door
they are of no consequence at the moment
but in a few minutes, maybe less
they will be.
the cabin stands alone
hidden, isolated
in the dead of winter
no one can hear you scream
the deadbolt turns....



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 | Light Poetry | |

Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


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 | Verse | |

Dark Angel

Born under a bloody regime
witnessing the worst of crimes
as a child, my people dying
memories, forever last

Rising from the meadows of my suffering
they say my halo is dark
they think of me as an Angel
an Angel of Revenge!


Details | Free verse | |

Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?

                              






     


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Willow's Bluff

An eerie little poem for your enjoyment. 

It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;)
(minus the ghostly whispers!  "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a message in this one. 


Willow's Bluff  (Part 1)
    by Amy Swanson   2.9.2009


The other day I found myself
restless and ill at ease, 
so I thought I'd take a walk
forget my cares in spring's warm breeze.

The forest was so beautiful
and trees, once dead, were turning green
I couldn't help but marvel
at life's mysteries I had seen.

I started on the well worn path
and thought I heard a sound;
it made me jump, I turned to look,
but no one was around.

The sunlight streamed so gloriously
upon my tear stained face
my heart felt light, forgotten cares
just being in this place.

And then it happened once again
I know I heard a noise!
I stopped now, to investigate
This hidden, quiet voice.

I wandered off the walker's trail
into the woods much deeper
I chanced upon a darkened cave
... and the cave's gatekeeper.

A mystical sight to behold
unearthly glowing light
it rose a bit up from the ground
then faded from my sight.

I made my way into the cave
mysteriously dark
and there it was... that voice again...
slowly I embarked

My flashlight shining at full force
was still not bright enough
to counter with this deepening dark
I'd found near Willow's Bluff. 

I heard the eerie whispers now
quite clearly, in my ear
first one, then two, now several more
and though my pioneer

spirit got me into this,
I felt that it was time to flee!
I turned and ran the opposite way
the voices though, were still with me!

I thought I knew the way back out
I tripped my way along
my flashlight flickered one last light
... I found that I was wrong...

somehow my turns had led me
down a path I did not know;
I turned to walk the other way -
but there was no place left to go.



*continue to Part 2*


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Crow II


He knows the fog that counts his steps tonight
So proud, the crow, stands on the wires, alone;
what made him bleed before the brinks of light,
defined by emptiness and mountain stone?

The fog surrounds the crow in early dark
what else deserved to be once more recalled
remained to warn the souls that stare and hark
"this shroud descends your being to enfold".

Ethereal, departs on his ascension trail,
stouthearted is his life's long path, my Lord;
the crow unfolds in white engulfing veil,
his stalwart wings on Mistral's wailing chord.

And infinite became his nightly flight,
above the cedars croaked his skyward rite.

© G.V. 06-11-2013 All rights reserved
(English sonnet)


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Food for Thought

Our word usage should be thoroughly examined when explaining or even teaching

Whats being said to others more than likely can be misleading

"The truth is hidden between the eyes, but its the mouth that tells the lies"

Wisdom like speech is imperative when it comes to raising youths to men

Being that the woman follow the men by their characteristic behavior

In scripture The Creator said, "Believe in Him, I AM the only one there is no other savior"


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Willow's Bluff, part 2

** continued from part 1, please read that one first **



Willow's Bluff  (Part 2)
   by Amy Swanson     2.9.2009


The whispers getting louder now,
my screams rose silently
trying to escape my lips,
my arms now  beating violently!

"Let me go! What do you want!?"
my mind's voice now demanded
of the whispering captors
who somehow held me, stranded.

The pressure of the moment
held me paralyzed with fear.
Oh how I wish I'd stayed away
and never come in here!

Tightening around my chest
and whispers growing still...
my mind was racing frantically,
my body felt a chill.


And then... a human voice... a light...
the sun gentle and warm...
my eyelids fluttered... I awoke,
completely safe from harm.

My husband leaned down close to me
and said "Are you all right?
You took a spill and konked your head,
you gave us all a fright."

Confused, I nodded slowly
and my eyes turned toward the river
the path I'd taken in my dream was there...!
I felt a shiver.

"Yes, yes, of course, I'm doing fine,
don't worry about me.
I'll be right there, you go ahead,
but first, there's something I must see."

I saw the path, still beckoning
it looked as in my dream...
a little further down the way
...the same unsettling theme.

The cave stood eerily in sight,
but I did not venture in.
A million questions to my mind,
this journey from within.

What did it mean? and how
could I explain what I had seen?
I chose to bury it down deep
and call it ... just a dream.

They say that only fools rush in
where angels fear to tread
walking down an unknown path
can lead straight to the dead.

One thing for certain, deep inside
I know this was not fluff -
so if you find an unknown path...
beware of Willow's Bluff.


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Betrayal

When someone you love,
is friends with someone you hate.
They break your trust,
They hurt you,
They stab you in the back.
They want to forget about you,
Because  they're fed up of you,
They ignore you by,
Just walking away.
Parents are like that,
One minute they're fighting for you,
Then the next they're against you.
Don't you hate when that happens?
First they love you,
with all their heart,
Then after a few minor mistakes,
They start to hate you.
Aren't they supposed to always love you?
No matter what you do?
Nope, some do,
But the majority doesn't,
Parents are biased,
to either their youngest child,
or the people that is,
outside in society.
They care more,
about fame and fortune
than the fate and destinies,
of the children they have.
There is too much hurt,
In this small world,
if only we could,
get rid of it.
       xxx



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Lose Control

Let’s lose control
Let’s entice the soul,
With champagne swishes
Chilled in iced bowls.
From your head to your toes
Every nerve will explode, 
Every body sensation
I’ve cracked nature’s code.
It’s not on paper 
It’s what your face shows;
It tells me go fast
Then it tells me go slow,
Then blows my mind
Showing Lose control.
All exposed
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing 
Ever let go.
Lose control
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.


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The Man Behind the Mirror

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


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This is what happens when I write a poem pissed off

Look deep and hard
Into my eyes.
What do you see?

Neither pain, nor demise.

The burning hatred
Like fire inside
Heats up the very beast tonight.

Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.

Show all.
This is just a game.

When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.

When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.

In the distance,
There will be a scream.
Not of joy,
But pain and suffering.

This little game
You tried to play.

It got tried, weak.

Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.

I am no angel.
I'm not a devil.

Play me as a fool,
I use you like a tool.

I'll watch you cry.
Hurt. Bleed inside.
Watch thepain shine through your 
very eyes.

Yes, in the end
I will be the one laughing.

Yes, in the end
I will be the one smiling.

While you risen so high, off your 
stubborness and pride.

I'll enjoy every second
When you fall
Weak as you lost it all.

Your game is up.
Enjoy this bringing of hell.
For.. It's my turn now.


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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


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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.


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FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


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The Man

I lie awake on the floor,
Hoping he won't open the door.
Fear zip-lining through my spine,
My courage not willing to climb.
My memory spins,
As he would slowly lift my chin.
Why again?
Doing it as if a trend.
Listening for his deep breath,
Stained with the death of meth.
My heart beating faster,
Not willing myself for another disaster.
Left eye still stitched up,
After telling the doctor it was a wood-shop cut.
"You disgusting whore,
Get to the floor!"
He would always holler,
As if I were an animal wearing a collar.
Looking out my caged windows,
Wishing I could hide away in my pillow.
Hoping he's gone,
Hoping, this one time, I'm not wrong.
As a car pulls in,
I picture the man lifting my chin.


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Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...



Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.


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Female Santa clause

She wakes this morning
Got along day ahead
She’s making sandwiches 
Hot soup and garlic bread

She love to feed the homeless
She sees on the street
She will drive around the city
To give them something to eat

She goes to the hospital
She love to helps the elderly
She always volunteers 
To keep them company

And to save the animals
She campaigns tirelessly
And she will never stop
Till they are all free

She goes to the orphanage
She love to make the children smile
She runs for cancer charity
In the New York 10 k mile

She protest to stop the wars
And to free Palestine
She doesn't like religions
To control people minds 

They cutting down the rain forest
She would love to stop it now
She goes to the Amazon
And stand in front of the plow

She would loves to stop genocide
She loves to give donations
She would love to stop poverty
From every nations

She fights for the hopeless
To end their misery
And against all the oil spills
That kills fishes in the sea

She stands for human rights
Against so many countries 
She loves to save humanity
And to spread equality

And she love to tell me 
Of all the wonderful things she does
She is just an angel
And a female Santa clause 

And I love to hear her talk
Of all she would love to do
And I know she wouldn't stop
Till they all come true


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THE HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLE

Engraved in chromes steel, is benedictions creed
The road warrior's born to be free mentality,
A legacy's name embossed in history, behold
The American Harley Davidson Motorcycle. 
Fires hell bound creation, blazing down the
Interstates two lane highway, feasting upon
The concrete and asphalt jungle, it lives to be driven,
And is driven to live.
Emerging from brimstone's smoke, and hails
Lightning flash, a two wheeled vehicle of deliverance,
Cuts the wild heart in half, releasing mankind's
Inner beast setting it free, unto the open roads
Badlands, of ultimate abandonment to freedom's row.
The rebel unforgiven,thus follows the lost by ways
Seeking liberation’s untamed spiritual knowledge.
Held firmly beneath the wings of the American eagle, and
Draped within the standard most sacred
Under the red, white, and blue flag, of the U.S.A. 
A living entity, releasing society's inhibitions,
At the sound of it's mighty roar, a freed lone wolf,
Racing against the winds of the restless spirit.
The leather jacket's brotherhood, symbolizing
A grand belief in the declaration of independence,
That all men are created equal, and shall have the
God given right, to seek true freedom's liberty at will.
These are the modern cowboy desperado's,
 Riding upon dual engines of power,
Time bandits whom trust in God and country alone.
A stampers anvil strikes in thunders rage, 
Melting quick silver, speeds downwards
 Into a symbolic mold, leaving behind tradition's
Birthmark,  and the Harley Davidson symbol
 Is born.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


 











  


  



 

 








 


 











  


  


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The Writer's Penned Prospect

The truth was here 
The letters  were sent 
The mistakes were seen 
The marks were clear  
The proof was real 
The smudges  were seen
The words were unclear 
The perfection had an imperfection  
The vision was never clear 
The journey was often a somber one 
The time is now gone 
The past survived to bring me here 
The chapters and chapters continue 
The words now have meaning from that past 
The mistake has reason 
The marks were clear; I was in a hurry 
The mind raced with excitement 
The laughter was there 
The imperfections made a perfected decision 
The writings must go on 
The letters must be sent 
The truth is here 
The imperfection is the perfection
The journey lives on


Details | I do not know? | |

The Real Reason

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

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


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Dusty Road

Sometimes I dream about old dusty roads
Driving through the dirt, with no where to go
I've passed many hitchhikers
Their showin skin and money
But none of that means anything to me
None of that means anything to me

I keep driving along that old dusty road
Searching for the reason, why I even left home
I keep driving through the dirt and the mud
Thinking of all the things that I have done

I shift into neutrul as I cruise down a hill
My mind slips for a bit
And a deer ran out from a feild
I slammed on the brakes
And dust flew up high
That's when I knew that everything was alright

I keep driving along that old dusty road
Searching for the reason, why I even left home
I keep driving through the dirt and the mud
Thinking of all the things that I should have done

My car has ran out of gas 
And this lonely road becomes clear
What would have been different if I stopped
To talk to the hitch hikers and the deer
Maybe if I picked them up, theyd help me push my car
Or maybe they would robbed me dry
And killed me with a crobar
Or maybe I'd just drive by and pretend they werent there
Cause they were never there
No they were never there

I'm pushing my car down an old dusty road
Wondering why I still haven't gone home
My shoes are covered in dirt and mud
Giving proof of something that I have done


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Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


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moment of exhilarating taste

I took one hit and then a few puffs more
I'm waiting for the rush, I'm waiting to explore
Into my mind of eternal bliss
the moment, it stands but does not exist 
I think about that moment and hold it dear
I know it wont last and it slowly dissapears

I take a shack more to get lost in the moment
I look back, close my eyes and seize the moment

the smoke fades but leaves the smell of a exhilarating taste
I clear my mind once more
now it's not eternal but everlasting, taking me in, once more.


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The Vanity of Religion

Your above, but you love me, don't you? just by your words, but not in your heart if that makes it easier to face me let it be a start You know what is better for me? pretend monsters and men with wings a place after the conscious leaves whats wrong in believing in eternal black peace? Then there was nothing, not even silence everyone shook by his outspokenness every last hope of his lies only in people who truly exist not of fairies in the sky but of heros like you and I who are not afraid to die and end all in the blink of the eye the eye that you say overseeing us all is probably the smarter for being the father of the story that gave hope to the helpless a crutch for me is useless Spirit in the sky I hear you late at night your with me as I cry against me when I lie guiding light shining always reminding I am never alone with a warmness inside I know that I'll make it with this religion defined as mine


Details | Lyric | |

I'm Sleeping Outside

I've tried to tamper with such precious time
Looked forward and back with open eyes
I wonder about the day I'll die
Will there be rain or shine?
Maybe both, maybe none
As I speak another life has begun
Wish them luck as they carry on
Bewildered within these starry nights
I thought of time when I have lied
Oh such precious time
It flies
(im sleeping outside)
Signs and dreams lead me to believe
That somehow, some way
I'll be something great
Do I choose to be nieve?
They'll never know
Do I choose to be so weak?
It'll never show
(I'll be sleeping outside)
Love is such a clishey it seems
Something I could only see
Her eyes drew us in like summer heat 
Cupids arrows were made of clay
Oh yes I've longed for this day
I knew I wasnt lying anymore
(I always sleep outside
where the weather is nice
I can feel everything for what it's worth
dont give me signs or written lines
give me your solid words)


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The London Dead End

Tis a hallowed place...
This cobbled maze of alleyways
Which bond these rat infested streets
Yet, gas lamps lit, stand betwixt the corners
And lone Bobbies patrol beneath their feet

London,
A littering city of homeless ashes
Falls shameful underneath the moon’s pathetic light
The darkness is the seductress... soon to be accomplice
As the hooligans, once again reanimate in mist of twilight

Scruff tooth kings of domains, self proclaimed
The dagger and a pocket flask, two most closely guarded friends
And in the dank corner pitch kingdom, we anticipate 
From a realm dubbed “The London Dead End”

Lush stumblers...
Streetwalkers or simply naïve
Entry here, our law says you must pay the toll 
Or pay the piper before you leave

I partake of liquid courage
And then I set my blade
To foot falls around corners this way come…
Among this lonely blackened place...

This maze…
Of streets and alleyways…
Paved over each eve with lost shadows
Never again... to witness a morning sun


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Honor of Friendship-Part One

08/20/2012
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In glowing light you saturate them in words of precious gold, honors adorned by you electing them to be your true friends. Telling me that you adore them, love them, so; that they listen quite often to what you say, that you can tell them anything without fear of them judging you and all the while I listen to such high praise. As you bestow upon them the highest honor one can receive from you-the gift of true friends- I listen, but I can’t help it as my mind wonders ‘where do I fit among those you praise’? Between the lines I remain, unsure as to where I truly belong.
Can I find myself; the monster, the witch, amongst these silver knights of yours, or shall I stay hidden, beside myself watching, loving, caring for you from afar?
I never really know just where I stand; I don’t know what or who I am to you.
But on you go about them, your true, amazing friends as I listen, secretly listening wish I too, could make you so happy. I hope that maybe someday, you will see just what you mean to me, that you’ll understand you are my one true friend-My best friend. The only one who has stayed by my side? And I’ll continue to listen to you. Continue to read all you write for the others, and I’ll continue to give you all I have until you hold the entirety of my heart in your hand until there’s nothing more of me but emptiness and all I have you shall receive, as it’s reserved for just you until the very last breath I have leaves me.
Never will you really know how your lack of words is so much louder than any words that could ever be spoken. But still I keep everything for you because you are everything to me-my best friend, the only one to have ever stuck around…I so wish I could do the same, but I am not like the others. I am the nothing that fills the empty space around you, the nothing that hovers and clings to you like a leech. I am a nobody, a nothing but a ‘someone’…
A someone unknown to most, a someone who cannot express a damned thing in a way that makes sense.
But still I sit by you, I stand by your side and hope you know I am here for you; always here forever. If ever you need someone to lean on, someone to carry you up the mountain of turmoil…I will.


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Tranquility

Introduction: Wonders of the lights, the meditative aurora of the world...


In silenced sleepless nights
They draw me close to them,
Through visionary lands and sights
Of unfulfilled needs, the worldly fame,

Towards a realm without immorality
The immortality of kindness,
The poignant poise of sympathy
Lives be in them, placidness.

Airy lands of the skies
The soundless voice of paradise,
The symbol peace of serenity
Let it be released - Tranquility.


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Honor of Friendship-Part Three

Once again silence envelopes me, like a thick blanket choking me, thrashing and panicking I wish to escape and wonder why you have left me like this? Why you have left me with such emptiness, such silence, digging into me, ripping me apart… “Please, do not abandon me…” I wish to say, to plead…to beg, but no words escape me for I can no longer breathe.
All I did was listen, that’s all I’ve ever done, and then…you’re gone and I feel so alone…so alone. Lost in a never ending darkness, floating aimlessly and I cannot find my way. All I did was listen, all I’ve ever done was listen, I was only ever by your side. Was that not enough? Did you want more? What more can I give? Please, tell me why must you hide, why must the silence over take us-me? Why must I be left on the sidelines…why must I be forgotten…?
When you speak with others, can you not speak with me as you speak with them? Do you feel shamed when spending time with me? Must our friendship be hidden? I do not understand… I wish to, I wish so much to understand you but I cannot. I cannot see when my only light is gone.
They are the only ones for you, they are your friends…I am the forgotten one. Abandoned; left behind, in silence, darkness, and sorrow. They are the ones for you, they are the ones you love, they are the ones you praise and honour…What am I? what am I?
Why do I surround myself around you, why do I care so much, when you obviously care so little? Do you even care at all? Am I just someone to fill the space, am I just someone to pass the time with until you can be with your real friends, once again leaving me on my own…

In glowing light you saturate them in words of precious gold, honors adorned by you electing them to be your true friends. Telling me that you adore them, love them, so; that they listen quite often to what you say, that you can tell them anything without fear of them judging you and all the while I listen to such high praise. As you bestow upon them the highest honor one can receive from you-the gift of true friends- I listen as you continuously adorn them with riches of words…

What am I to you? WHO am I to you? Will you ever say, will I ever know? Is there anything to say, anything to know? Or shall I always be left in the dark silence?


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Imagine

Imagine 
Looking with eyes 
All events, everything 
From a viewpoint  
A perspective that sees all 
The broadest spectrum 
On a universal scale 
Natural, black and white, 
If there was a finite 
Amount of energy existing  
In the womb that is space 
Without the influence of fictitious forces 
The universe is static, 
But if gravity was rather antimatter 
Drawing upon and absorbing matter 
Producing energy as it does, 
Energy and material are interchangeable  
With no deviation from the constant 0 
Everything seems to cancel out in the end 
But time is relative 
From a universal perspective 
There is no starting point and no end 
To a cyclical event, 
Matter and antimatter exploding Into 
Existence, then snuffing each other out 
Would I be wrong of the conclusion  
In stating god is energy? 
We are in Gods image 
Not as humans, 
But all life...


Details | Tetractys | |

Crafted Eagerness

You make me wonder,
with much merry eagerness
How can you craft such majestic, 
poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart?

Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me
How can you craft such words with poetic passion
In meaningful words, typed with eagerness?
You make me wonder 

 


Details | Epic | |

Misunderstood

World apart ,
Broking heart,
Changing mood ,
Living misunderstood.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreams

To think the night could conjure eternity
is that so foolish a thing to dream?
I listen as the rain it falls
and softly lulls me off to sleep

slipping from consciousness
finding a new world hidden within
my thoughts twisted and scarred
redefine reality around me,
and bring so blissful a sense of security

maybe the monsters and the wolves that howl
should make me shake and shiver
but in the darkest of eyes
and even in those that burn in fire
seem only to make my body ache

My legs feel so much heavier
and knees begin to quake
I find myself buckling
underneath my own weight
is this my personal heaven

I can only hear the sound of growling
a shadowy figure circling around
predators eyes have vexed me
and I feel compelled to stay
I feel compelled to listen

Without a word I know
my place is here to serve
does that make me weak
or is it what bring me strength

Again I have to leave
as the sun rises once more
I find myself saddened
as the real world tries my embrace

To think the night could conjure eternity
is that so foolish a thing to dream?
Is that so foolish a thing to dream?


Details | Light Poetry | |

GOLDEN FRAME

In the soft candlelight
The painting seemed to say,
Come look at me more closely
Let your eyes upon me lay.

She knew at once the heart shaped face
In this painting trimmed with gold,
The eyes they held a secret, 
A story yet untold.

The closer she came to the painting
She noticed the pale white skin,
The arching of the eyebrows,
The lips so very thin.

The eyes they seemed to stare at her
The lips they tried to speak,
Cold chills embraced her body
Her legs had grown weak.

The artist name she didn't know
But the ancient date was clear,
She starred inside the golden frame
Like she was looking in a mirror.

Lynn (Hanna) Barany.


Details | Epic | |

Mind Thought Determination

What is mind thought determination? 
It is the sophisticated thoughts of a individual wit self-taught mental sophistications.
 It is the chemical mind thought process brain inspirational enhanced created word creations.
 It is the one thought that keeps your hopes from being eliminated by your own weak minded self-doubt double eliminations.
 It is the the thought that can turn your own pains into pleasure of our own sensified sensations. 
It is the thought that can turn you into a leader of tis lost generation to inspire my reservation and maybe even in others parts of this nation to get your own redemptive vindication of those who took away your aspirations.
 THIS WORLD IS YOURS FOR THE TAKNG. 
Mind thought determination is for your embracing not to be forsaken, 
you are your own movie in the making, let not your hope in the mind be shaken.
 MIND THOUGHT POWER over all tis senseless hating, we got to stop all our senseless
 chasing, you are forever a leader in this free world racing. 
If you locked up it don't matter how much time that you facing. 
INCARCERATION IS JUST A MIND THOUGHT METAPHOR FOR SELF-INFLICTED IMPOSED LIMITATIONS.
 It is the thought to use what is against you and turn your hateration into inspiration.
 IMPRISONMENT or EMPOWERMENT the choice is yours REINCARNATION over REHABILITATION. 
My mind has but one destination of all mankinds fascinations .....and that is to finally use my MIND THOUGHT DETERMINATION.........


Details | Rhyme | |

A Force in Disguise

I have come to believe,
That a force in disguise,
Has an influence great,
On the minds many eyes,

Observing our evolution,
As we live life to learn,
How to live in the light,
It's a right we must earn,

This existence is puzzling,
It’s an unspoken test,
Of our will to live righteous,
Of our desires to live blessed,

To believe there's no evil,
Is to believe there's no light,
Yet to believe there is nothing,
Is unjust and not right,

Though this life that we’re living,
Is hard to perceive,
If you give it some thought,
You will come to believe,

That a power exists here,
A force of the divine,
A power that does it's work,
Through the subconscious mind,

Yet these messages relayed,
On a subliminal level,
Are sometimes distorted,
Through the works of the devil,

Yet that's part of life's battle,
In my mind there's no doubt,
That a job of ours as humans,
Is to figure it all out.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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honor of Friendship-Part Two

I listen, and I’ll always listen because I will do anything for you, I would die to keep you safe and alive. I would do whatever to make you feel better. And so, I listen as you talk about them, these amazing friends of yours…Only some I have met. How lucky they are to have such devotion, how lucky they are to not feel the sting of betrayal and abandonment; thrust upon their spine crippling them to a state of fear, anger, and distrust.
How lucky they are to have you, how lucky I am to have you.
Do you understand, do you see just how much I love you?
 Soul such as yours deserves only the best; perhaps that is where I fault, I bring upon you sadness and pain, until all you do is go silent hiding behind solid doors. Composing words of sorrow, and they stab me like a sword in the gut…Closed off, shut away from you-I cannot function like this. I lose my way, I lose everything, I cannot be kept away, please open up to me… ‘DO NOT SHUT ME OUT’ I cry…I don’t want to lose you, yet I feel as though I already have; I feel as if I never really had you all along-not truly. That everything I believed, everything I have come to know is fake. An act, a show you put on until you can no longer pretend to care anymore so when the opportunity comes along you go silent and drop me. I am left forgotten, wondering what happened…Seconds, minutes, hours go by and nothing. I lose control, I panic and my bleeding heart reacts. Maybe you did not mean it though, but maybe you did…I don’t know and I’m not sure I ever really will know and my mind spins like a top…I don’t know what to do, or say…or think. Do you even care? Did you ever care, or did you just pretend so you did not have to face me? If you were given the opportunity would you forget who I am, would you abandon me in the unforgiving tide, left alone to fight against the waves, until all I have given you-all the memories flood me until I drown, going down to the pit of nothing…? The pit of lies that you made, would it be easy to turn you back on me, leave me to fight alone this losing battle until you are no longer burdened by me…? And when I am gone, will you finally feel free?


Details | Free verse | |

GODZILLA THE AWAKENING-2

In the darkest nightmares of mankind lies a shadow
Realm of fear, hidden there are monstrous figures
Eluding detection's discovery, living on a harden edge
Of realism.
Dare not enter the dead man's zone, beware humanity
For death stalks in this extinctions mighty arena of the unknown.
From the pit of hell's blackened abyss, emerges a nuclear spawn,
A man made creature, of fall outs crimson rain of radiation.
Storms living earthquake, grappling the earth by it's four ends,
And shaking the whole globe in fears disastrous wrath.
Mutations legacy, a tidal waves reptilian leviathan, feel the
Ground itself tremble, beneath his heavily lain foot steps.
Godzilla lives, the rude awakening of humanity has been
Reborn, ushered in by the winds of war.
Other demons clash, arising beyond the horizon's
Hazardous blackness, a currant lifted by ignorance's blind,
Called the shield of greed's ambitious, releasing hatred's evil,
Upon the stage of man.
Survivors from a forgotten past,
Emerge exposed by the decline of our earthen
Environmental world, falling apart do to mankind's
Raping of the nature itself.
Foe's enemy joins united against this common threat,
Apocalypse’s mighty giant, stands tall ready to fight, on the
Right side of justice.
Godzilla's raises his fists of fury, to do battle on behalf of
His maker's standard, we shall overcome and defeat any
Obstacle set before us.
Side by side we enter the realm of the unknown, clashing titans,
Taking on all on comers, we shall make our stand here, on a 
Line drawn in fears instinctual realm of the unknown.
Man and beast untied, or both falling beneath a current of extension,
Let us all learn afterwards, that we should not mess with mother nature,
For she is a creature of awesome power, and we should beware of her
Mighty wrath.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


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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 | |

Against My Will

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

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

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

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

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

sorrylittlesharky.com


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When the lights are gone

It's beautiful, it burns
The most magnificent sight i have seen
It flows, it falls
Thy turn there heads, as my lens focus
The most perfect type of vision
The core of my eye widens,
It speaks, it whispers
The ending to a movie
It rolls, it sinks
It makes my heart pound
It overwhelms me, that there is nothing here but this
That this will soon one day be over,
My blood, it overflows
It twists, it falls,
It rises, it fights,
And in the end,
We are all glimmers of light
All that is here when the day turns to night
At the bottom of the ocean lie untouched skeletons,
A mountain range, with blue skies overhead
With shipwrecked cannons,
Unknown bodies, who fought for this beauty,
Unnamed faces, that will never be traced again,
What makes them different,
Is it what is beautiful, what we can't see
The darkness,
The fear,
The emptiness,
The beauty of nothing,
There is no truth,
The point past certainty,
Where nothing matters,
Because we are all the same,
Now that the lights are gone


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Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


Details | Ballad | |

The battle within

Sparks fly in the air
Lights glow in the dark
I am gripped by fear
As my worst nightmare attacks
It's shriek pierces my soul
It's roar tests my bravery
This battle has left my control
And no one is here to save me
The air gets colder
The light gives out
The darkness gets bolder
And I'm filled with doubt
I'm standing on a bridge, hewn  from stone
It lies between the world and my mind
Now as it approaches, I'm all alone
But this demon of mine must stay confined
It must never escape from inside me
For the world cannot withstand it
And even though I may no longer be
I will do all I can to hinder it
I summon the courage I used to lack
And stand there dumbfounded
It's eyes glow a fiery glow
It's wings are made of fire
It's sinister smirk scares me so
And I know it's one desire
Huge and menacing, it comes before me
I must now perform my appointed task
'Ancient and evil you may be,
But you shall not pass.'


Details | I do not know? | |

Lycans

Visions comes and Visions goes
Deep within my soul lies the reflections of an aging soul
A distance murmured cry was heard
From the echoes of a songless wind
Singing of a song long forgotten

I cannot say that I dont care
Cause I am aware that they are everywhere
The cautios wolf cannot be seen as a coward
His' simply aware constantly knows whats going on
That the wheel of life turns on and it wont hold on
Wish I'd be a bird of prey,Pure and blessed
A hawk who could ease the pain
But then again,that just a pleasent dream

The sun sets at the horizons
Briging the night on its way,
Moon and stars-The jewels of the NIght Sky
Feelings things,The werewolf ways
Pain grows and hurting endured
Emotions building up ,slowly turning into a rush
Senses grow and gifts formed
From the forms newel,A werewolf is born
Amongs the shadows,I shall walked
Forever seeking and searching...

Dont look back to tell me,It is where you belong
We're the last decendants,In the line of valiant soldiers
We're mistreated angels,We are the blackbird nation
We're the chosen ones,We're the last decendants
We're a tribe of unsung glory,We're the Lycans!

There is not the slightest doubt it all-Not at all
When the time is right,You shall be on my side
Hate will grow like a foul cancer
To find a foe seems to be the answer...
Dont be a fool and never yeild
They've stained the holy ground.
Hopefully they sadly admits
There's no here, no place to hide
Tjere si no shelter to the storm
The maddened wolf will spread terror
But I know bitterly they will stumble
It's you who has said there's no tommrow
It's surely built in sadness
But the sadness sure to go by
So we all know the answer
The answer's within...Its in your mind...

Blaze Shadowmoon


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

~Of An Midnight Black~

~OF AN MIDNIGHT BLACK~


'TWAS TH' DARK'ST OF NIGHTS,BOURNE OF AN UN~HOLY EVE...
AS BLACK~FALL SEALED IT'S WOMB,TH' MOURNING SKY HAD SLIT IT'S VEINS
AN VENOMOUS MIST SPAT ASP'LY,'GAINST TH' PANES OF MINE HAUNT
OF NO QUESTION I CONFIRMED,THIS AFFAIR WOULD BE NICHE'D IN ARCANITY

MI'OL GRAN'DAD CHIMED,PROUD N' TRUE~11~12...13!?...AS TIME STOOD STILL...
AN DEATHLY SILENCE SHRIEKED,SPEAR'NG THROUGH MY SKULL'S SOCKETS
TH' PAIN THEN BORED TO BASIS,AS IT LOCKED LEECHLY TO ME IT'S HOST
IN AN SUDDEN STROKE OF TRANCE,MY FEAR WAS FORMED INTO FEROCITY

TH' WALLS WHICH HAD CONFINED ME,BURST AGAPED TO OBLIVION...
APPROACHING FROM TH' DISTANCE,GUTTERAL GROWLS SPLICED TH' STILL
AN JET PENUMBRA LUNGED,STEAMING FROM TH' GRAVE DEPTH'S FRIGIDITY
WITH NONE FEELING FOR FLIGHT,I LEAPT DETERMINED FOR TH' CLASH

GNARLED DIGITS GRASPED FIXLY,TO DENY ME MINE BREATHS...
CRIMSON SPARKS SPEWED,WITH EACH BLOW I SEQUENCED TO IT'S FORM
BLOODY FUME REVEALED MY RIVAL'S IDENTITY...TH' ONE TOO FAMILIAR FOE
AS VISIONS OF HIS PURGED PREY,APPENDED ME AN HATRED SMITHED BLADE

WITH EACH HEW I RENDERED,SOULS GUSHED FROM OPEN WOUNDS...
ADHERING THEMSELVES TO MY BEING,AS ATTENDANTS FOR MINE SCOURGE
AS TH' BEAST'S PATE BECAME SEVERED,HIS CLUTCH WAS THEN RELEASED
OF THAT MIDNIGHT MOST BLACK,I WAS JUSTICE...WELL SERVED


~AZAZA~'09


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Les Neuf Soeurs [The Nine Sisters]

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


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


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


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


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


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


No.

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


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Full Moon 101

A full moon is known for making people do things that are weirder and weirder. It only appears at night, even when the Earth rotates and stuff. It happens on every 14th of 15th of the lunar month. The full moon is so whole, but so scarier, it's like staring it right in the face. Everybody also knows that when people turn into werewolves (just like the werewolf movies), they most likely howl at the full moon. It may be a real myth and a real folklore or whatever, but All full moons are still making people do weird things. It seems that the Earth's been rotating around the sun, even when the day's over. But when it comes to a full moon and werewolves and stuff, they're basically from movies and Greek mythologies and stuff, in which they're a bunch of awesome folklores. And if the full moon continues to appear at night and people continue to do weirder things, thereby making people do weird things, there's no telling what weirder thing might happen next, even on another full moon.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mystical Dreams

Hypnotic trances veiled with incomprehensible metaphors, 
epiphanies flooding like colossal waves swallowing the shores, 
drowning in visions of pestilence with bodies devoured by soars, 
decaying remains of humanity covering the floors, 
The DreamCatcher reflecting images of apocalyptic wars, 
projecting the inevitability that everybody just ignores, 
let me show you what it's truly like to open up spiritual doors.


Details | Free verse | |

Back to Origin

Green grass grown on my skin 
I was shocked to see its offense 
Whenever I tried to chop it 
Again it appeared with a stance 
Butterflies started to surround me 
But then a donkey chased me 
And when I yelled at the donkey 
It ran a few yards away from me 
And then the donkey produced a loud surprising giggle
I knew it was only a scream but looked like a chuckle  
Astonished to see why this donkey doesn’t fear me 
But I felt trepidation as the donkey might tear me 
Thinking me as a piece of sand 
Where plenty of grass grown 
And when the kids saw me 
They came nearer to me 
And started catching the butterfly 
Without identifying me and my cry 
Then I realized that I got reverted back to human soil 
From this human soil people were created in toil 
When given only a week to do something
I did something different to go beyond my living
Oh Lord of the world remake me again 
I’m shocked and in a great pain   


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 | Epic | |

A New Collection to the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment    
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree

They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to 
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten 

Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death 
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… 
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
 
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest

The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes 
Feeling your dangling fears and pain 
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest

Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection

You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity 
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... 

Oh you carrion soul and body 
Surviving through the shadows of the forest, 
roaming along the compacted forest, 
moping about in displeasure 
because without a doubt 
you are a magnificent collection 
to the eye generation 
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator

They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all

Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished

Allow yourself to not be startled 
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear


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The Dying Limb

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

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


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Swallow Your Pride

You were born with some sort of gift
Just remember this, my child,
Swallow the pride that takes away
Humbleness 

You are a gifted human being 
You have grown a connection with God
He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family
He reminds you to never let go of humbleness 

Tell your foes, if you have some, swallow your pride
Don't be afraid of their actions
Be in tune with God...He'll get you through this living
and He'll send immediate help on the way
because you've been gentle, patient, and courteous towards people's 
emotional trials and dangerous tests
You have been healed by the Most High

Swallow your pride, woman full of spiritual life...
You are now a bride of humbleness

You are a gifted human being 
You have grown a connection with God
He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family
He reminds you to never let go of humbleness 

Remain humble 
Love your enemies...tell them to
Swallow their pride 

They'll never understand 
What the reward is for
Humbleness 

Don't lack humbleness
Lack pride and practice
Patience before 
Humbleness 

Men of dishonor, remain humble 
Love your enemies...tell them to
Swallow their pride 

Swallow your pride, you devious fools of shame!

Pleasure-seeking women, swallow your pride...
You are now a bride of humbleness


Details | Cinqku | |

Pull Back

Pull back
load the bow
aim properly
look for the target; shoot
one chance


Details | Narrative | |

Why oh Why May you Die

Days never seeming to end,
Your ways never seeming to bend.
As time strikes by,
On a more endless scene to die,
You just decide,
To abide; to more of your silly ways,
That only makes your life decay.
Oh why; Oh why?
May you die?
Is it your sickness of stupidity?
Or more of your humanity?
Sometimes things happen with nature,
Sometimes people just put off their future.
You run off,
Thinking their is nothing to loose,
Except the boos;
That seem to be devoured every minute that ticks away.
For why; Oh why?
May you die?
Is it the character that you have turned to,
Or is it your heart rate, that you seemed to virtu?


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Releasing Void

Empty
Lost
Vacant in a light-year moment 


This poem is void 
Along with our self-esteem

This yielding emotion needs shine 
Will we ever rise with you in merry delight?
You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine  
 
Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light


Frightful
Confused
Startled by your
Senseless removal
It has been written in approval


These words doesn't exist in your heart  
For our feelings are merely a piece of junk

Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? 

You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! 
We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion
But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion 


Frenzied
Jumbled
Bewildered by your action of
Mindless removal 
That has been written by your approval


Are you willing to listen
Or are you going to turn down our voices?

You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea
Do you wish to have a void 
Seperating our once jubilent family?
It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid  


Disoriented
Doomed
Disenchanted by your action of
Heartless removal 
That has been agreed by your approval 


Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped  
Nonsensical lines
Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped
From these appalling signs


Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain
Faithful
Complete
Strengthened

Are your stars burning with hope?


Details | Ballad | |

Phantom kisser-

A masquerade ball was in full concert when
A charming young man stepped in

He bore a green tunic with gold trim
Mask devilish with a wry grin

His mask bore five feathers atop his brow
In full view of the whole of the crowd

The music stopped and no servant bore his name
No mark of royalty or note of fame

Who is this man whispers a girl
A mystery man, man of the world

His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask
The music starts with a nod no questions asked

His manner quite and shy though confident
Both hands resting behind his torso defiant

Utterly refusing any hand placed before him
A mission is what makes him grim

One girl and only one is his treasured fox
She is sitting at a table near the clocks

A common girl young enough for school
A starving pain runs through him almost cruel

A slow melody is played by the maestro
The gentleman gaze at him to and fro

A hand his placed before her tired eyes
Shear delightful sounds as she cries 

An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them
When an older woman steps in front of him

“Let them go” She says
“Why should I” eyes furiously red

To the center of the dancing floor they stroll
The beat picks up with a flick from maestro

Soft beats sound as they come together
Then silence…..weightless like a feather

A dazzling dance wows the place
Enough so to put awe on each face

After the last step and last beat coincide 
Their masks come up no more reason to hide

Their lips meet and cheers break out
Like those at a fight awaiting the bout

The commotion was too much for the old man
He stumbled forward to greet the brigand

A chase commenced with the house guards
Even some of the house bards
 
The Youngman fell and was detained quickly
Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly

The sound of a sword piercing flesh
A pool of blood and a mess

Unveiling his mask bore only a lad
At this the old man felt sad

The young girl never knew what became of him
Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim

In reality he survived after his body was left for dead
A long fever and a month in bed

A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast
With medicine and well needed rest

He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair 
When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air

A second chance the preacher stated 
Yes it was not to be he debated

Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale
Letting my grandson know not to bail

For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!


Details | Chastushka | |

Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


Details | Narrative | |

Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


Details | I do not know? | |

2012

In the month of December,
On the twenty first day,
Of the year twenty twelve,
We begin a new day,
With a new way of thinking,
Comes a new way of life,
With this shift of perception,
Comes a world void of strife,
To obtain divine conscience,
One must conquer all fears,
Learn to balance their virtues,
To a point that is clear,
If we visualize beauty,
Love, truth and respect,
In our lives we will prosper,
That’s the karmic effect,
One mustn't dwell on the past,
Mustn't bother with ego,
Mustn't dwell on such questions,
As, in death where do we go?
Just let life take its’ course,
As it comes drift along,
Everything happens for a reason,
No matter how right or wrong!

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

Another day

Another day, the sun rises
Life lived in bland monotony
I find at best I am complacent
existing on the borderline of contentment
 
It's rarely found to be of favor
but everyday you'll find me here
Waiting patiently for another chance
to leave my mark on so dull a world
 
Maybe today will be the day
that this bleak existence I suffer
Finally gives way to a new spark
and I find excitement has been born
 
I wish only to have a moment
A brief passing of time
Let me live my fifteen minutes
dancing quietly in the spotlight
 
Another day, the sun sets
I look out my window
With a sigh I find my bed
Another day passed,
Another day wasted.


Details | Free verse | |

Lionman, Do What You Can

My dear my dear
You are so special
Your iron will
Becomes hard as metal
Your soft temperament
Could not break an egg
Keep your monsters sealed up
Not allowed to dominate your head

Rome fell down
In what seems like a night
Heaven seems like hell
Except for it light
Except for your might
You are sound as a lion
If no tears are falling
How are you still crying
Inside, your dying inside
Intentions so bleak
They're shadowed by pride
If you can't do no wrong
You always right
Even if you don't realize

Drop the weight of the world
From your burly shoulders
The load you should carry
Should not keel you over
The deeds and the actions
Shall speak for themselves
If you do it alone
You won't ask for help

Mighty lion man 
Feeding on the sheeple
Even if it's steep
Or piercing like a needle
A stare is a snare
And now I'm trapped in it
Like the mighty lion
The sky holds no limit
For the glory I'm storing
For the right day to come
So I may ascend as a lion
Into heaven
With the one
I am to become


Details | Rhyme | |

Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Hot n' Spicy

A slip of the lip, rolls off the tounge 
hot n' spicy and whiped creamed out
out of exhaustion A passion obtained 
the inner core of my mind.

As the nature of naughty or nice now 
becomes my prorogitive to give you a
full orgasm......hotta blazed with~out
that saddle you might get burned 
Are you ready???

Hey, man nice shot!!!! baby hit me one 
more time,Wearing that pearl necklace
Around my neck!!!!  While we explode A
hot n' spicy love between us Expressing!!
behavior.


Details | Rhyme | |

Clash of The Stars

I see beyond,
The lights that splash,
Giving my heart a gash.
The memories arising,
On the edge of the horizon.
I see beyond,
The prudent behavior,
Becoming it's own savior.
The lack of hope,
Running down fates slope.
Walking vigilantly,
Even more innocently.
I look to the open doors,
That leak through my pores.
As I step aside,
My memory decides to abide.
As I see beyond,
The clash of the stars,
Seem to bond.


Details | Free verse | |

Colliding

If you were wondering about me,  
My scars haven’t healed yet 
Your corrupted fingers penetrating me, 
Guiding me into a strange situation   

This place is fairly misleading! 
I’m turning crazed and disoriented 

Colliding…Colliding…Oh, colliding

If you were wondering about me, 
My scars haven’t healed yet 

This place is fairly misleading… I’m bewildered 
I have this bizarre feeling inside of me 
I feel as if I’m in space 

Colliding…				colliding…					colliding
					In this bizarre black hole


Details | Free verse | |

Following Ahead - Please offer your honest critique and opinions

From where we’ve been, must be the truth, That was sought in the hollowness of time. Struggling to reach from the outside, To ratify oneself. From the innermost fragment there flows a justice, That one greets from behind. Leading against the vanishing compulsions of mystery, Finishing those who follow.


Details | Lyric | |

Taboo

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


Details | Free verse | |

Gentle as the moon

Who is this?
That calls me from my latent apathy.
Why is this good?
rescuing heart from lovers atrophy.

My desperate mewling 
reached further than a shout.
Stumbling toe scraping limp
took me further, packed more clout.

I was lied to.
Thinking that you're bottomless ration,
could be earned,
could be bought with acts of compassion.

I was indulging in hurt,
abiding in poetic romantic pain.
I was thrashing around
bellowing at nothing,
needing to blame.


Why is this love for me?
when I was wasting all my energy
on a treadmill run.
Who is this?
That holds me light;
gentle as the moon,
source of the sun.


Details | Lyric | |

MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


Details | I do not know? | |

ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

....
Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.


Details | Haiku | |

Course of Nature

Introduction: Nature works in a mystical way…


In dark sparkles blink
In patterns scattered through the sky
Gone with a stormy wink


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

UNCRUSHABLE

She sat on a template of steel forged by mortals
whose hands were stronger than that of ten trillion giants
fused together in ten fingers! 
her ambience suffocated all lungs like the sight of a hungry lion
Men of might, fame and prestige dared to devour her
but one by one, she turned their strengths to dust
and desperacy fled nakedly like a helpless widow
while uncertainty smiled like a hopeful beggar,
as fear soaked the minds that sat watching
and pessimism mopped the meninges of all

Alas! a second die is cast
deities took their turn to crush her
but it turned out otherwise
strong surprise gripped the breast of men like a quarrelsome woman
knitting her husband with mischief
I then sipped my honey- the earth's sweetest thing
but it had turned to gall!
O manly woman! should I pay tributes to you for your might
or because of the evil that you wreak?
Time indeed will tell


Details | Ballad | |

Stolen Souls

It sweeps through the nights, 
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, 
I lie there sleeping, 
It comes and my life disappears, 

I disappeared then i found myself flying, 
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, 
I saw his face, 
I saw his pain, 
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? 

I hear a scream then i wake up, 
Its white and clean, 
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep 
and his face looking at me, 
holding my hand, 

i suddenly remember the scream, 
my own scream, 
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive, 

he leans closer, 
and we share our first kiss.


Details | Epic | |

The Adrian Dorr

You have heard of tales 'bout giant white whales
And squids with arms longer than oars
But there's just no fright, like the site, in the night
Of the ship named the Adrian Dorr

The tale as it goes, whether true, no one knows
When a Mate catches site of that ship
She snatches his soul, as she adds to her crew
'fore, a word can escape from his lips 

It was late one night, with the Captain on deck
Where I've seen him pacing before
While he stared out at sea, never looking at me
Sent shivers right down to my core

There was something He knew, the others did not
And I didn't quite "get it" before
But we'd just passed through, the place, that He knew
Sailed the ship, called the Adrian Dorr

It was just such a night, when She met with Her plight 
While the clouds, played tag in the sky
The fog rolling in, one could hear it begin
That eerie moaning and sigh

She ran up on rocks, or so was the talk
With no one,  reaching the shore
Although Captain and crew, well seasoned , it's true
All sank with the Adrian Dorr

Then a chill racked my spine, And I froze where I stood
As I saw Her main mast, pierce the fog
In a blink of an eye, I was waving "Good Bye"
From the deck, of The Adrian Dorr





Details | Epic | |

Silent Wars

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

WYME 1

my destiny I have to resume
my purpose or so I presume
all doubt I have to exhume
responsibility I have to assume
its really never too late
or maybe it’s just fate
only God gives a clean slate
even when we have lots on our plate
people so particular about dates
all this time they use to hate
showing no pity even to sister kate
with perdition as their right-hand mate
I dream of a season
When I’ll finally see reason
The cause and need for all this treason
In a world where all trust is dead
Judgement day lies in wait like a bed
Unto lies we are lead
Into the abyss of uncertainty we’re spread
Sometimes I think I need a breather
I just can’t take it
Hook, line and sinker
There is so much at  stake
See how they tinker
Or dignity they finger
Our death-beds they make
Their lies flow forth like a lake
While in suffering we sleep and wake
It’s time we opened our mouth to talk
And oh, they’re gonna hear it all in bulk
My words are gonna hit them like the hulk
I’m so tired of sitting to sulk
In any event that I lose my life
At last I’ll escape for all this strife.


Details | Epic | |

The Unmarked Graves

In an rod-iron fence, next to Independence rock,
sits the site of unmarked graves.
A hundred or more years; they sat unrevered
seems history; made a mystery, of their names.

Children they say; rest in the graves,
nieth the shadow of a granite wall.
A boy and a girl, and another still,
may lay behind the fenced befall.

The grandson of the hangin judge, 
one account is said to say,
and a girl who's father mined soda ash,
less than a mile away.

It seems these accounts, 
difficult as they might be,
somehow lost there place, 
in our modern history.

No markers for the two, 
and still there may be three?
death's dark door,
often came swift, and tragically.

Though no makers remain, 
For the children unnamed.
The fence is there to remind us,
the progress made, along the way,
with the cost of life, 
as the purchase.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Not Knowing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Free verse | |

The Warped-up Road

The hues of affliction caught my glimpse 
Maddening horror scratching my doorstep 
Clashing with severe torture,
Scorching away my destiny...my confidence 

Hallucinations take hold 
Risk shoved in a deserted briefcase 
Pluck the rose pedals that reveal your wasteful woe

Now your woe is crystal clear in your outspoken instructions you very much lack 

Magnify the dazzling sensation, 
Drugging my suicidal life and its troubles 

Sparkling risk managing to parachute a confident endeavor from each angle 
Crawling on poverty road...managing to  warp-up easing moments 

Unsteady in your rambling presence 
You are an incredible luck to my immortal life 
Too unbearable to strike down...hunted on the spot 

Magnify the dazzling sensation, 
Drugging my suicidal life and its troubles 

Trails of avarice, wonder my mind far from thee 
I'd diminish all the doubts...clumps of shapeless clay 
Save the case and listen to what I have to say

Keep me away from worrying mad 
Digest the emptiness I feel deep inside 
Leaving a trail of blasted fears 

A mixture of fondness and softness 
Plants on your brushed, blemished whisper,
The atmosphere fairly uneasy to take hold of 

You borrowed from me and stole from my mummified heart
All I seek now is gloom and doom

Resume with your lightening life
Isolate yourself from hardened fear 
Death stares grow unsteady in your figure 
It was as if they never existed in your warm, swirling heart 

I plead you'll never set foot on this road again
I'll some day figure out the unpredictable code 

Be courteous, though your abilities are weak
Lay in dark affliction,
You warped-up poverty road

Walk in secure recovery
After I determine this code
Hold on for dear life
Lay on my palm, if it would help

Walk in secure recovery


Details | Haiku | |

Disdainful Haiku

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Great Black Hole Cycle

The kiss of the black hole
Clandestine
Purposely unknown
The galaxy it's home

Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Giving life
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name

For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe

The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol

Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound

This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows




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High Cloud

High Cloud

High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You seem determined to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go, 
While the sun sets and the shadows grow,
You’ve had a long day
You’ve came a long way
Drifting through the air, are you a castaway?
You provide beauty
You provide reason
You’re forever changing, as are the seasons
You hold a silent faith,
You serve a quiet purpose,
With nothing more to offer than what’s on your surface,
You amuse children,
Leave adults in awe,
You affix your grace where ever you are,
High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You’re fearless to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go,
Once the sun sets, and the shadows grow


By: Arvind Vallabhaneni
Write a backwards poem contest


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The Troll Bridge

The Troll Bridge is located in the middle of no where
And if I tell you where it is don't you ever go there

The Troll is a Rock by a tree
With evil spirits he is full of deception.

He watches over all travlers
He chooses and picks his unaware victims very wisely

Whenever it rains he sometimes turns into a walking Dog
That talks to unwary people in the night

Then tricking there souls and keeps them under the bridge
For all eternity

The wind blows on the eve before the hayride
He prepares a place in his heart for the children

He says "this year im really gonna get them"
Now here comes an angel from heaven

He quickly turns back into a rock
The angel sits on it and says listen

"Right now i sit on you 
but my next words are fixing to crush you"

Now get up and turn into that Dog again.
And walk away from this place and never return.

I will free all the spirits you have captured
And you'll know I'll always stay after your ass


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The Happening

The mountains bleeding into the sky,
Whispering soft visions,
That send black shadows casting over.
The million stars,
Approaching ones heart.
Indulging the moment for when the whispers reach our ears,
Sending tears to our heads.
As lightning strikes,
Once.
Twice.
Three times,
As trees come stumbling down,
Winds raising their voices.
Pushing everything aside.
The silence burried away in screams of the waters,
Clashing up against the salty rocks.
Sending coldness to the ears of the blind,
Who can't see what natures upsetting with.
For mother shall'nt do us harm,
Let us strain upon your hands.
As your trees come tumbling down,
And winds scream with shame.


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In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

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


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


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Sacrificing my emotions for my life

As i sit with an emotional blindfold on my eyes and wearing a brick wall for a shirt i dont let anyone into my world and as dr jekyll keeps putting hallucinations lnto my thoughts i start to lose grip with reality,
        And i see red and am so infuriated that i start shaking and can barely stand or move. All i can do is hope someone see's me this time the so called normal people say that nothing like this has ever happened to me. And i think about this and it enrages me to an uncontrollable phase. 

*Back*to*Present*

I wake up out of my black out rage and there is blood all over in my study room and an empty gun and my shirt is torn up...

Use "Your" Imagination to figure out what happened leading up to this. and comment


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Someday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

http://vimeo.com/26557410


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Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | I do not know? | |

I Almost Died Tonight

I almost died tonight  
But I had to fight

A driver drunk as can be 
Almost hit me 

Heat pounding 
Legs shaking
Fear breaking 

I leap away from the murderous beast 
Just by a hair 
I can almost picture my self there 

Adrenalin coursing through my veins 
Thought and feeling that cant be tamed  

I could have just been dead 
Left broken and bleeding out 
Street covered in red 

Its all scary and surreal 
Everything around me I could feel 
Wind blowing 
blood flowing 

I almost died tonight 
But don’t worry I’m alright


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Life's Many Riddles

The foundations of life,
The existence of the divine,
The why not, what’s and why’s,
For the creation of time,
For the answers sought out,
They shall never be found,
They’re what keep our minds wandering,
That’s why life’s so profound,
Just be real to yourself,
Try to live in the minute,
Take advantage of this life,
Respecting everything in it,
Do not dwell on the past,
Do not bother with ego,
Try not to ask yourself questions,
Like in death where do we go?
Just make plans for the future,
What’s your next step in life?
Is it time to grow older?
And settle down with a wife,
Should I have a few children?
Could I support them if so?
Would I make a good parent?
I’m confused, I don’t know,
Just let life take its’ course,
As it comes sail along,
Everything happens for a reason,
No matter how right or wrong!

 
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


Details | Epic | |

Under Pressure

Hold your breath
Take a drift into the sobbing clouds 
Keep them away from drowning death
They remained under pressure for years 

The clouds can't help it
They must release the pain and pressure

So they drown themselves in sorrow 
Sending dramatic rain from bitter clouds 
Leaving tomorrow 
In the muddied meadow 

The brook took its toll
Around the valley, below the drooping clouds 
Piercing the land like a fish crashing upon a hook

The clouds are relieved 
It won't miss a single moment of bonding foundation 
They believed 
That happiness was the key to a mere satisfaction 

*dedicated to Kalona*
Flow along 
Be relieved 
Don't remain under 
earth's pressure

Hold on to your jolly requests 
Remember this, keep this in mind: 

Build a reliable goal 
And kill the stress 
Push aside suicidal pressure 

Remember this as well: 

Go to school
And learn to 
cooperate with the world 

And get ready...be well dressed
For the biggest decision in your life


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Not Done With You Yet

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


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god in ruins

A great man once stated, 
"A man is god in ruins."
I took this to heart
scribbled it on papyrus.

and put it in the cradling hands of Poseidon.
And thought to myself, 

"If someone reads this and gives it back to Neptune
How epic it would become."


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After My Death

i was just thinking, what if i die... What if the clock stops, for this PenFreak guy... What if the brightest sun, for me will be dark... What if i loose...my heart beat spark... What's if my name, will no more have meaning... 'll you come to see me off, the day i'll be leaving... 'll you just be the same, as you are today... or 'll your heart weep...tears roll out, May 'll you remember the time we spent, the fun we had together... the desires we shared, the dreams we saw, that's now for me is shattered... 'll i still be in your contact list now even when am dead... 'll you still celebrate my birthday...and ask for the day's bread (treat)... Mom-Dad, just like my childhood glaze.... 'll you still gift me that of my favorite shoe... Pals, just like our teenage... 'll i still be tagged in a photo of you... Siss...just like our old days... will i still get those angry looks...that am about to receive now... Bros...just like my growing phase... Will you still hold me...the time i'll feel down... . yoll do'nt worry... after my death...i'll visit god... i'll go steal his sceptre rod... n throw it to you... that rod, his power... you'll be blessed i bet... in form of shower... you'll then win without any strife... i'll be watching ya mates... but from my AFTERLIFE..!!


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Apophis

You say you know no saviour,
You say you know no God. 
But find your scripts and rosary,
You'll need them when I'm done. 

Seven armies couldn't stop me.
Seven horsemen couldn't budge
All that I have inside me,
And that I've become. 

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet. 

Drink your holy water and cleanse inside,
I'm waiting until midnight.
I won't stop until I hold your heart.
I won't stop until own your soul. 

This evil plays such a pretty song,
You know the words now sing along.
Oh the notes they sound so sweet
In this dark, dark, dark symphony. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet


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THE ORIGIN OF ORIGIN

How do we go back through Time, Space, Matter and Reasoning to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?


Is it through our death?
Is it through re-birth?
Is it through the Earth?
Or is it when we berth?

As we drift in-to a quiescent dock
Bourne by waves of Mercury, we rock
Silent and peaceful... no sound... no talk...

Perhaps, this time at the dock
We may find a bit of luck
At communing on the floor
With the Original Originator

How do we go back through Reasoning, Space, Matter and Time to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Is it through the Sun?
Is it when we mourn?
Is it when its dawn?
Or at the peak of form?

As we flex muscles of wood
All sinewy, all musculi, all crude
Hunched like Mr Olympia’s brood

Perhaps this time at the Water
We will commune with Awe, with Laughter
As we (hopefully) end at the door
Tha’ll be opened by the Original Originator

How do we go back through Matter, Reasoning, Space and Time to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Perhaps, this question I think can be answered on through infinity ad infinitum.....


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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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A Road to Nowhere

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


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Painting Stars, My Face on Mars

The day Galileo reaches the stars I will have transcended into the face of mars that your astonished is flattering its just an expression of my many its the same face I make every day open my mouth wide and scream in silent vain no one hears me I am unnoticed I close my petals as the lovely lotus I hold my breathe, I chose my moments I disappear like a dying rodent only to blossom, in pure distinction then fade back into wishful thinking I am no more worshiped as our forgotten sun so I leave this creation to the shining ones I void my purpose to unchain my soul I am fulfilled, more as I roam I have seen the planets near and far I have seen the newborn and dying star I have seen the black hole churn sands of time into new matter, through center, shine into the same matter, which bleeds through me you may find me painting my new galaxy don't lose hope, my unknown friend this power, universal... if you don't limit it


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Odysseus How?

Over three thousand-five hundred years ago
There was a story that was always told
How a man fought wars and defeated foes
And traveled for twenty years. How strong, how bold?
 
Many miles that hero went
Going to Troy and the Aegean Sea
Sleeping in hulls of ships and war tents
Fighting by Achilles. How scared were thee?
 
He tested the gods like Apollo and Poseidon
He only wanted a voyage home again
But the sun-god’s heat, the sea-god’s triton
Made it hard for him. How to win?
 
He built a mighty Trojan Horse
And put thick wax on his ears
The journey was long and coarse
It cost many friends. How many tears?
 
He returned home with happiness hidden
Only recognized by man’s best friend
And his wife blocked suitors and had them forbidden
He returned to his wife. How did it end?


Details | I do not know? | |

The breath God gave me.

Cancel the thoughts you were thinking, 
The pressure in this place can crush,
Gravity causes my soul to start sinking.
Red painted hearts with death around the crust.


I will never trust because i am aware,
Cowards can never cower,
Even the red pointed beast couldn't scare.
I believe in a higher power.


My being is solid like rock of the thickest mountain,
My blood flows free ,
My inner core changes shape from life of the fountain.
My life will always be.


To see me would be a leap for most,
Look me in the eyes,
To grasp my concept would turn your life into a host.
Making you apart of my cause in hope.
I stand below the lies.


Try the tricky geometry i call me,
For me and my other parts are one,
I am the light sparkling on the sea.
Even when dark I'm apart of the sun.


Carbon bubbles up from my surface to show confliction,
My soul will not stand still,
I am outer space, for my space there's no restriction.
But venture to far and i will kill.


I race to a place that's out of grasp,
Will you keep pace?
I find beauty in what you think is trash.
What will you call my case?


Unready to give up things that aren't visible,
Unsure of things that don't change,
Uninterested in places that are livable.
Understanding of things that are strange.


Cant you keep my stride if i sprint?
Can you feel my insides scream?
Cant you avoid the things that tempt?
Can you really trust that I'm what i seem?


You can see me sprout from the ground,
But my roots stretch forever underneath.
You can feel my voice without a sound,
You will feel me even if existence is brief.

The breath God gave me.


Details | Quatrain | |

Life in General

Did you know?
Life comes at you like a sword
Slashing, Crashing, Thrashing, Slice
Heads t'wards you without a word.


Details | I do not know? | |

Aurora

Day turns to night
With the flash of a light
The stars in the sky
Are lights in his eyes
Iridescence of the moon
Reflect on the dunes
A rainbow of colors
The sand is smothered
With the blues
The greens
And the reds
A parade of sparks
Making their marks
On the couple below
Watching the glow
As they dance
And prance
In the sand
Of the land
Of the blues
The greens
And the reds


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Fathom

 

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

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

...Tick...Tick...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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God Said I AM


God said;  My provision for you
 is more than enough.
I'll see you through when the going gets rough.

I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told.
I am Jehovah...your provider... 
more precious than gold.

I am the sufficient one who's able
 to meet your need.
Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed.

Eat of the Bread of Life that
only I can give!
Allow it to enrich your soul
each day you live. 

Come and drink of my water which
 never shall run dry.
I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai!

I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land.
I am here for you!  Give me your trust and your hand.

Let me do what no other power or God can do.
I am that I am!   I am God!   And I'm here for you!

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | Rhyme | |

Thunder

Can you hear the thunder?
It pounds into my ears
It always makes me wonder
if I control my fears

It's hard to say I'm brave
as I see that flash of light
it's the terror I crave
the lightning is my fright

The rain pitters and patters
sounding a prelude to the flood
my heart beat it flatters 
as it boils in my blood

Can you hear the thunder?
it pounds into my ears
I no longer have to wonder
I cannot control my fears.


Details | Free verse | |

Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

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Smile

Alone you walk?
Is that what you claim?
Maybe it's you who's left it this way?

I've seen pen to paper write
the deepest of thoughts
and the darkest of secrets

It's been too long since our hearts did beat
a bliss filled sense of numbness
yet we find it only in ignorance

I'll walk alone, yes all alone
but only to see you walk
hand in hand in another's embrace

So allow me to take your lonely path
and I'll smile as I give you away


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Life Ever End-ing




      -----

Death is not the end
To life it-self
Fore-
If God wasn't here
    Then
Where dose' all of these
Great Miracle's
Keep coming from
       ------
Life is not an ending
Unto Death
Fore-
Death unto Life
Is just the beginning

            GF


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

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

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

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

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

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


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Ready

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

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


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WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?

WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?


JAMESTOWN
1607 



 Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.

Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.

“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.

They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive 
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .



THE FIRST THANKSGIVING



The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.

Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.

They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.

Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.

It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.

From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.

The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.

It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.








Details | I do not know? | |

the dark gift

come now, drink the blood of the wilder-beast, 
join us on this midnight feast, you are now and forever
 a child of the darkness, drink of the beast, 
cure the need, feed, sacred tombs, and anicent wounds, 
journey through the souless abyss, immortality,
 the dark girt.


Details | Epic | |

THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS: Excerpt from epic poem.

 

With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young, )
hold on to that, the string of that
to grip the meaning of it
as I grip the iron balustrade
along the miles of esplanade ;
think the century's wise men are ignored,
each lamp a light, a sage for each lamp.... ...

Drawn to the Sailor's Arms, her kegs
the weight of years upon the legs,
for whispers round an inglenook
where galaxies are in the glass,
to swap a tale, another round,
a golden fleece, a crumpled map !
Or waft around for words, like smoke
along the butt - ends from the tar,
or vanish down into the draught
if Alan Watts is at the bar.... ...

Below, where gulls quarrel in kelp
no harbour there need shelter me,
no life - boat slip to cries for help
need bring my spirit to the lee -
I hear the past with all its murders,
the wind wail through the rusting girders
yet still am I, free to fly with you
who lean against the railings, too !... ...

The world may seem to come in bits -
let nonduality begin ?
Come celebrate your opposites
for all depends on loss to win !
Tribal culture in your face -
to win is everywhere you turn,
if God is losing all the time
then will we ever, ever learn ?... ...

'You'll win' he said, 'its in the bag',
out on the point
what can the mindless wind do
but wave the flag?
Missing the point forever
signalling our nascent spirit.

And the voice said
'raise your head when the night is cloudless 
and tell me who you are subject to, 
remember the truth of your own story
as your eyes take in the glory'.... ...

Full to be empty, empty to be full -
do you hear the paradox, do you feel the pull ?
I do not mean to be patronising,
have I asked you too soon ?
Do you see what I mean when you gaze at the moon,
when the full moon, lifeless is full of light ?... ...

I sit upon the lobster pots
that decorate the harbour wall,
if you come a little closer
you can see me in the hall,
if you do not hold the key-
Mrs keepings locks the door,
I'll be looking out to sea 
after eight but not before.... ... ...


Details | Rhyme | |

Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


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The Destruction of A Disturbed Sublunary World

A shimmer from
Beyond, sparkles in the
Clear, but yet
Dark sky
Everyone's admiration
Fills their minds in awe.
Gangs are on pause, and
Hate appears to not exist.
Is this the end?  Or
Just a dream.
Knowing isn't possible, and
Living isn't definite.
Men are crying and
Nobody feels safe.  The
Ozone becomes visible and
People flee back inside.
Questions are numerous as
Rays shine onto the surface.
Somebody save the Earth, or
Take my life instead.  People hide
Underground and they feel
Voided by God.
With this, a sense of
Xenophobia comes upon everyone.
Your life flashes before you, and
Zero of you survive


Details | Lyric | |

And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free

				AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} 
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
  


Details | Free verse | |

We are silent, we are still


Tak, tak, tak, tak
goes the gun;
in a raid of the dawn.
Ahh, Ahh
screams the child,
into fractured world born.
Shredded:
a body, another life torn.

Rhyming' old news.
So what's so good about today's?
Running from the real blues?
A recession of compassion;
inaction for gold:
a silencing transaction.
Silence falls on fields of killing.
We lie in our pity:
sticky and shitty the despair.
The answers we are taught;
range from don't know-
to don't care.
I know I would play my part
if I knew where to start
...would I?
I know something of the pain around
but how to give in?
How to die?

So many
beyond the overflow line,
sickened;
dining on these old platitudes.
We've needed something wider,
deeper.
His unattainable beatitudes
Demanding another
to play the game;
the same death creeps in.
Allowing His goodness
to bring only shame.
The blame we spin.
When we are uncomfortable,
our culture threatened.
We are loud and hate-filled,
love easily abandoned.
But when the straight evil
of theft, rape and murder
elsewhere comes to kill.
When hunger steals another
and war a thousand more.

Then we are silent then we are still.



"If you want to serve the age, betray it."


Details | I do not know? | |

Prey and Predator

Time reflects that which we have saught
We've wandered over for many a year
Never quite knowing what our search was for
The memories of an age gone past, guide my steps
As I too, wander
Staggering on into the abyss that is the on coming life
I know not where this jagged path will lead
I flee form the shaddows of the night walkers 
I flee into the hands of daybreak
Where I can see the juts in the road
The rocks that cut my feet
I can see the pain
And so I can avoid it
When the drapes close upon the sky I lose my way
Fall 
My eyes are blind, 
My ears can hear
The unfamiliar voices that rape my ears 
The sounds that claw at the walls of my mind
They whisper to me
I scream at them
I tear at them in the dark
They taunt me
I run on
Upon this jagged path
Butterflies' blood is strewn across my step
The blood of the lamb as well
At night when the sounds are in there
In my head
I become the wolf
The lamb as my prey
But hush now
Don't speak
The drapes again pull away
Dawn approaches
And I am again a butterfly
I am again the lamb
Time as kept me wandering, on and on
Forever more
Running form the wolves inside my mind 


Details | Free verse | |

The Beginning of the End


That’s how it ends 

So, this is it.

when we lose it all

but

this is not the End

This is only

The Beginning of the End


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Something

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

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

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

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

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

"Somethings going to happen....." 

Something indeed.


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Lights Out

Blessings--
Lit your candles upon us!

Take away the dreams that has driven the dawn away
Pour forth your light and gather up our muffled meditations
We muse morning to night whilst curses haunt the atmosphere
Thunderous greed strikes my weary soul again
Flee from us, you loathsome creatures...now we are letting out horrifying fear
Pour down your sunlit desires and hear our hesitations,
Taken away by the nightmares-- then it's all gone

Let there be light,
God!




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Rayvn Is Thy

Brown eyes as mysterious as the meaning of life
Purple hair as wild as the blistering winter's wind
Skin as olive as the oak wood's bark
Voice as chilling as the halloweens fright
Rare smiles that creep across her face as unexpected as a surprise
Snakebite peircings upon her bottom lip as tempting as a blissful kiss
Energy as uncontrolling as her oppionated mouth
Imagintaion as unlimited as life's possiblities
Disturbing past that still holds her back as heart wrenching as losing your own innocense


Chains and studds don't make her what she is
The color black doesn't define what she is or what she believes in
Her desire is not to fit into a little labeled box

Rayvn is Thy.
:)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hazel Eyes

Hazel Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
September 15, 2011

Such beautiful eyes
So full of mysterious disguise
They have the sheen 
Of a light light green
And yellow as the autumn sky
As you gaze you wonder why
As I wait to meet
Surely my heart will greet
Of the feelings we share
Surely, Do we DARE
As we run through life amongst and with it
Through our devoted commitment
Follow the long forgotten past
In our hearts we know it will last
Our love is so fine
In our eyes you see it as we dine
To feel the warmth of her skin
The feelings I know she will let me in
From this day forward I know she is mine
Our love will last till the ends of all time
The feelings in my heart are a must
Truly, truly they are JUST!

Dedicated to a lady I know
Jacki Wahner McDowell
With Beautiful Hazel
EYES


Details | I do not know? | |

The Root of Inspiration

I set out on a quest today,
Compelled to write a poetic story,
I thought perhaps I’d write about,
The mind in its’ infinite glory,
While philosophizing life
I wondered, what is inspiration?
So I continued on my noble journey,
Through the minds vast imagination,
I was full of motivation,
As I made my faithful way,
And neurological obstacles,
Kept getting in my way,
Soaring through the universe,
I came unto a vibrant light,
As i set my hand upon it,
I was filled with divine insight,
The gleaming light then vanished,
And an angel had appeared,
Dressed in a robe of white,
Dawned with a halo in her hair,
A silky voice then asked me,
Is it knowledge you require?
She said again as if she’d known,
Then ask what you desire,
I was wondering where it was,
That inspiration is derived,
Then as I came unto the light,
I’d understood as I arrived.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

Negative Space

When we're standing worlds apart our world apart, hear my heart when we're feeling worlds away in a world of gray, hear me pray when our thoughts are clear and quiet intervene and shake me violent it drives me crazy, aura goes hazy my love buzz encircles a putrid hatred in a rare moment I turn to face it Negative space turned much more of use consisting of years of self abuse maybe my looking glass has grown obtuse I often cry in a state of muse at the shame of my disarray the distance is closing yet your a world away Now I've grown so tired and weary I only hope that someone hears me if they hear me, will they understand how tough it is to walk hand in hand with love and hate, polar extremes they grow together, or so it seems they can both make for bitter screams and be the death of finer things leave the imagination for desire a beam of hope to be aspired I proudly wear my crown of thorns for each thorn bears a lesson learned each lesson comes with a sad story each would not exist, if not but for me I am not me, without my crown and the negative space all around that in total becomes the all seeing eye a positive outlook on the world that's mine


Details | Free verse | |

A Wandering Knight


A wandering knight
wambling in an endless road

Thinking to himself

Where the others are?
Taking care of what?

Who am I?
but a fading footprint

on a dark empty land
under a starless sky

seized by roaring shadows
and delusive hopes


Details | Free verse | |

My Dream's Spiteful Trick

The chalk lying on the board,
As it speaks it's thick words.
My eyes pacing around the room,
From door to soul.
The sam soul that lives behind the desk,
Observing our ways.
Planning an escape route,
Playing the scene in my head,
Indulging the patience,
Willing to move steady but quick.
Maneuver to the door, 
As eyes of others,
Gape at me with an ugly taste,
That my ears devour silently.
Opening the door,
To only see,
My closet waiting upon my feet.
Looking back,
To my bed that looked as if,
I've been rolling in there, trapped.
Gasping with relief,
I walk, to wherever my heart plunges me to go. 


Details | Haiku | |

No Sleep Is Placed In Eyelids

I'm haunted with vision
I can't resume my mission
My eyelids split open

Sprawled in my puzzled head
Unable to push head down 
Sleep never exists here 

I'm missing my slumber 
The clock spins madly...spiraling
My wings are unfolding 

Blurred by the galling night 
Crying desperately for sleep 
My eyelids are cut off


Details | Rhyme | |

This Isn't An Ordinary Joke

Don't take this as an ordinary joke

While I was in the middle of an
Enchanting dream,
You blew my pathetic mind 
I tried to sharpen my senses
Shadows were encircling my eager soul
Rising from dimming skies
Chasing after the friendly pleas 
Thrown down the rocky, bulky cliffs
Without any permission
I get ensnared by your clashing claws
THEN..you ask me if I could take this mission  
I marvel in your pathetic presence  
It detects all my shivers...smelling my abominable fears
I shutter at your echoed, harsh voice, I push myself against the fence
How can you hear my cries with your unmerciful ears?
You aren't attractive...but intuitive, picking up my untreated mindset
Abashed by realization
Mesmerized in dark times 
Feeling a sense of sanctuary
A suitable solitude separating us,
Life-giving with plenty of shelter hidden beneath a hideous, monstrous night
You are intuitive, picking up my untreated mind
But, you are just a living nightmare 
Daring to torment me in devouring fire 
Could I complete this mission with 
so little faith and strength?
Shut down the engine
Piece all my disoriented fears
Gaining rejection...left spineless  
Where will this trail lead me to?
There's no room for hope, but dread instead!
Where's my head!? Why are you laughing at me?
Why are you walking away?
Is it because I'm revolting or am I a loser?
I muse about my future and tread the road of recovery
I'm trying to forget my previous misery...
Don't pity me - I'm in this horrifying dream
I just wanna scream - why do you take this as an ordinary joke?
Why do you like to provoke me to anger?
That's not how I role! I ain't full of it!
Maybe you're the one full of **** in your own poverty pit!
Taunted by you!
Haunted by doom...
My body freezes by the minute
Trampled down by mere fear
Hopeless as a sacrificed deer
Please help me Lord...(oh dear! x2)
I'm chasing my ambitions ahead of me
Please help me catch up Lord...(I fear! x2)
I won't be able to break away!Oh no! 
Now I'm screaming spine-chillingly!
But...I don't have a spine... AHHHHH!!!  
I'm very disturbed by these neverending nightmares
The ugliness of it all broke countless mirrors
I'm Left for dead in your tracks
My flesh is torn between your clashing claws
The rest of my body -- holding on to the edge of the cliff
I was hunted down, used for only one reason and one reason only: 
To take your prey's meat and eat it all up during dinner hours
I cringe...I back away...I cower in shame!

I pray you won't take this as an ordinary joke!


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Rhyme | |

Entrancement

 Let me lead you in a dance,
Around the fire, in a trance,
I'll take you to another land,
Where you will learn, and understand,
What it is we're here for,
And glimpse those who came before,
Your ancestors who roamed this place,
Forefathers of our human race,
Would dance around a fire, just so,
Shadows and substance in the glow,
Generations joining in such a dance,
Not all of them were in a trance,
But those who were, said they could see,
The ancestral spirits wandering free,
So come on people move those feet,
Build up the rhythm and the beat,
All together in our rhythmic dance,
As we work ourselves into a trance,
So we all can once more see,
Those we loved, who used to be!


Details | Ballad | |

A Shame

I failed to defend my precious eminence 
That all I've heard is the sound of disgrace
The news had speard without my innocence
That flaps its wings conveying my face

I sat aside in the dark corner of my room
To shy to see the word outside
In me the secret that will trigger my doom
The shame that forces me to hide

Those smile I saw had broke my heart 
The voices I've heard had brought me pain
The hateful stares wishing me depart
A sorrow fall of one's in vain

These nightmares appears when I'm in bed
That I vow to death to take my life
The blood that flows well never shed
The pain in me not caused by knife

Ill paint this sorrow upon my lonely grave
This shame torments me until I die
Forever more hides in forgotten caves
And kiss them all to say goodbye 


Details | Narrative | |

Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 
light!
 
 


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Passing through the Devil

Look into the eyes of the shadowed devil.

Wander through the faceless lies,
Hope and prey you'll get inside.

So maybe then you'll come out the other side.


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The Ancient Deception


Injured Soul
Fainted Eyes

Returning
from where?

Weary feet
Weak arms

Treading
toward where?

Struggled
in vain battles

Fighting
delusive enemies

Erred by
a deception

The ancient deception


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My Door

I have been stuck in this room for what seems like an eternity. I could of sworn the door I took to get here was right there but it's gone now. It was just like any other door I have taken in my life. But the door has vanished leaving me in this room which also has never happened before. This room is completely devoid of all color and sound even time seems to have no affect here. There is however a door in front of me. This door was like all the others except for two lines of bold writing that read "Christopher Michael Waters" and under that "June 22 1986" For some reason the door made me nervous but no matter how long or hard I looked I could not find another way out and I could not just sit here forever. So I walked up to the door and when I got within reach my stomach turned but I tried to ignore it and reached out to open to open it. When I had the knob in my hand the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and gave me goosebumps up and down my arm something was not right about this door and every instinct I had told me to run. But I had no other choice this was the only way out I had already tried everything else I could think of. Slowly I started to open the door and inside my head I heard screamed "No Run Run From this place. Do not open that door!" I instantly lost my nerve but it was to late the door swung open. Within there was neither light or darkness just nothingness. I just had a second to see this and no time to ponder what it meant because once the door was open I was gone and nothingness was left behind.


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It's Not My Time To Die

You don't see...what lies await for us
The darkest of night has awakened...
Opening its tattered claws
To see who will fall next...venture as you can
In the darkest of night

Dear friend, it's not my time to die
I'm sure of it...I've been driven insane with it
I'm sure
That we'll survive...we'll endure

It's not our time to depart

We'll survive to see the new day 
So push those suicidal thoughts...those depressing thoughts
The darkest hour has put a strain on us

We won't lay in endless ruins
That vermin...I blame those fools
I'm dead inside...
Having no time to feel the love abide
In this fatality...becoming a reality

Dear friends,
I can here your screams
I can see your horrifying dreams

It was all my fault
I'm the one who you should assault
I keep feeling hungry...I can't help it anymore more
I vow it...
I vow it's not our time to die


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Cup of Cereal

I splash uncontrollably in a milky way
Paddle away my drowning fate-- cup me out of demise
I bump body on bowl spoon, soaked like cereal


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part3)

Yet my soul senses the passion n’ desire of your heart was composed in the language of love 
unto lust that I could never poetically impart, still I know the flame burns with pleasure n’ 
pain for all who find it outside their immortal heart…
I sense the reflected fire of your eyes n’ I wish not to recall the unspoken secrets of your 
poetry n’ the names lingering here, romancing the waves caressing rocks n’ the chant of 
consumable miseries of mortal hearts to rupture into suicide …

I know how your fingertips awakened her virginity when she was your lover in leisure to the 
music of your acclivitous words hypnotising her virtuous seventh heaven of sexual overtures 
n’ into the depths of clitorious pleasure…
She was one of many who summoned the angels of ecstasy by the priestess of your tongue 
that preferred all inamoratas to be kept at distance for their purpose of use was to be your 
poetic muse but she was (heavy sigh) your destiny…

When you dared to indite your desires of others with an empty quill upon her naked flesh 
remembering still their scent n’ taste, she flared with jealous rage n’ you were vainglorious 
for your lovemaking was illustrious as you celebrated far n’ wide…
In her aroused escapade you wished you had braced yourself for her pain as she summoned 
the green demons with covetous wings within her mind, for she would have laid down her life 
for you, though you did not understand this treasure was a love that was true…

For she longed to be your only lover though your fingers of rhyme teased a tongue to 
rhythmically confess your request to crucify her heart in unrequited love n’ her thighs in a 
symphony of continuous casual pleasure…
You declined true love for the endless line of carnal lust with debutantes, bridesmaids n’ 
dames for perfect in everyway to be with you she must, like your poetry symmetrical n’ 
consummate, a figure of flawless beauty n’ face..

To compose in repose your words in kisses upon a page of thy lover’s lips, the idealised 
immaculate perfect place, her face was scared by a trace yet her beauty of heart within was 
a gift given by the goddess’s grace…
She had a long thin line down the side of her face though I know this flaw to be upon your 
soul, it never left your body n’ mind as they turned to dust, where perfection once prevailed 
yet overbalanced without grace for your heart was forged of carnal lust


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Legendary Beast

Ferocious is the
Man who fears not
Frightened by none
Only fearing the death, that
Of his only son
Legendary he is
Only known by the kin
Yet he has been
On paper by the pen
Known only by
That of his name
A beast of a man
Who has never been tamed
Only for his family
Has he ever held love
His wife by his side
As if a turtle dove
This living legend
Holding the demons at bay
This mythical man
Is forever here to stay


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In the shadow of Avalon

In the shadow of Avalon
where the sweet tangle imparts its loamy scent
as the dew chills on the blades
and trembling grows the aspen and oak
on the shore where solemn waters lie
is a vision of splendor
The beauty of Avalon, reflected in glass
cast across its mirrored surface
Below these still, bottle green depths
in the realm of whispers, 
dwells the lady of the lake
weaving threads of fate into patterns of  destiny
in the tapestry of life 
invoking mystery
rising, she is formed of mist and truth
Fairest lady,
sing to the morning light
sing of the wisdom found in beauty and in pain
reveal the truth concealed in your smile
Beautiful lady
gauzy veil drawn in gray mist
alluring, pale
stir the waters of thought and memory
into streams and rivulets of knowledge
forming pools of consciousness
the eternal lake, spirit of the Goddess
as just beneath the surface she waits
forever in the shadow of Avalon


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Praying

Powerful words to bring into sentences
Raining out delight to recieve to God
Aiming towards a good way of life
Yielding to the truth
Isolated from the world's way of life and excepting God's the Creator
Nurturing in a new way of maturity and changing our attitudes
Gouging out the knowledge generously given by God  


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A CASTLE HEARTSTONE MYSTERY

A beautiful girl was born
In secret...
On a spring night
Just before dawn
 
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Your heart would melt
 
As she grew
Everything she touched
She loved too
The inner peace
Made people turn and sigh
 
In the depths of the Castle
She was kept secret
For the mother knew
The humilation and pain too
 
For the child,
a father was not known
For the mother,
she carried the secret
In her aching heart
On her face, the pain shown
 
The father, so they say
Handsome and charming
Took her heart
Took her love
Then went away
 
A girl, so fair
As beautiful as the day
Often wondered
Of the man
Who took her mothers'
heart away
 
Her mother in despair,
died
A broken heart
No one could repair
 
The girl,
such sorrow
Yet everything 
She touched
She loved too
 
A girl, so fair
Accepted with innate grace
the loss
She could bare
Serenity , upon her face
 
Abeautiful child
Bcame a woman
Eerything she touched
Se loved too
 
On a  spring night
Se must find
Te man who helped bring her ,
in to this world
Eerything she touched
Bcame light
 
Se sensed he was near...
Smething in the wind showing
Whose ripples she could hear
Her fair hair,  blowing
 
A fair wind came
Warm and sweet
from the South
A Prince to meet
 
A South Wind Prince confessed
A daughter to love
A girl, so fair
Everything she touched,
was blessed
 
A tale of love spurned
A mothers' despair
A daughters' love returned
A girl, so fair
Averything she touched
She loved too
With a heart, 
Carried in you


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Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


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The Quote

One day
A stranger came up to me
Speaking in riddles

He said:
Inspiration incites the inscence within that incarnates indigo indians.

I did not know what he ment until he followed up with:

"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."
                                                   - Jack London

I then
realized

what he was 
talking about.

Do you?


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A Dream Bestowing a Dream

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


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Whistling Wind Chimes

Was it something my mouth openly said?
You make me simply wonder sometimes!
Just hearing the whistling wind chimes,
I wonder what goes on in your head!

I am always here,
You are always there,
We breathe in the same air,
The whistling wind chimes always carry me near.

Playing around in a challenging make believe,
It’s just you and me today.
We’re well on our merry way.
No tricks or treats to deceive.
I’m whistling in the winds at you,
And you do it to me to!


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Collaborating in the clouds- Gods Hold

If Gods favorite hero suddenly became cold,
   Lonely, disoriented, unhappy with sorrows untold,
   Would it be of interest in Heaven? Concerns of man,
   Would our saviors come to Earth to be born again?

God would send out his best hands to hold,
   Would he set backwards time to where all heroes spirits were sold.

If only our love could behold
   Lined with twine of silver wrapped in gold
   Gifts to to God to wash our sin
   Equipped pillars stories told

Thoughts about God mirrors my pen


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Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.


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An evening down

Like an earthly stubble:
the grass tickles my palms
as we lazily lay.
Joy
is my strange companion,
as the sun slips
behind the hill;
waving
a bye to the day.
A gentle breath
seduces the skin,
as in a tree
a dove sounds
a mellow coo.

My restless mind
is awed into quiet,
as my mind's eye
turns longingly
upon you.
All those little lies
that whisper:
"unworthy" 
turn to dust before your passion stare.
The lazy lean
of a young tree
reminds me,
that all about
has little to worry
and needs not care.

Once forgotten summers
return:
in a single beat; 
my heart
athlete
as our favourites play along,
lazily leading.
Basking in fruit's glory
of furrows filled
with labours past.
A blast!
the earth gives up
it's bounty bleeding.

We walk in smiles
with Him,
who is all to us.
Redeeming our joy
from prisons dread.
Released
our heart's peace breathing,
as forgotten
love lorn paths
we silently tread.

In this moment:
at this time,
all is dream.
All else seems pretty pantomime.
Naked in every way:
my soul, 
mind
and body.
Shoddy 
the idea of limit to this time.

As the moon
silently silver, 
a sliver of a smiling face,
winking takes it turn.
Sun dips
into landscape beyond 
to bleach new skin,
sights and times to burn.


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Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels


Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…

On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;

“Father forgive them.” 
 “They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


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Easily Blamed Week

Am I suppose to look strong?             
I am so weak, insecure of my wrongs
I stumble on obscure words...not exactly sleek 
Suppose I could blame it on the week

All the time I wonder about someone
Jealous thoughts instantly runs through my weary mind

Don't mind me...just don't look back
I'm becoming a monster
Full of damned dreams
That probably won't come back
It won't come to pass

And how could I learn in class?
Am I a weakling or what?
I create a fuss about things I don't own

Oh joy...here comes those groans of yours
Do you see yourself in the mirror?
I should be the one doing that
You bother as if you were some sort of gnat...

Meaningless regrets that I could slightly feel
Like I ate an appetizing meal
Then regret: "I shouldn't have eaten that..."

And then I'm expected to be a slick as an athlete.
And beat
A race of amusement...aggrivating toil
And feed the spoil
It doesn't sound right...so peculiar
There's no use to compare
Ourselves with our own kind

Could I ever find
A way to seep through an energetic
world of lust
And I thrust
To get this journey over with
And done with

Finding a certain solitude to sleep 
And fall into the deep
And stumble upon the annoying habit of weakness

And I assure you
I won't miss
A day that I feel strong

Enough to get on my knees
And enjoy a certain solitude

And find myself praying

And go without playing

This week


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Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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untitled 1

open the gates i return bearing gift's
and story's of wisdom, magic and myth's
i fought through the forest that was darker than night
struggled up mountain's to arrive at their height's
I've been undercover on barbarian ship's
and stood in a battle watching limbs being ripped
I've sat on a throne proclaimed as a king
then squandered on women my crown and my ring's
i spoke to the devil about selling my soul
but he asked me quite nicely to leave him alone
I've been to the heavens of a thousand lost god's
and found all of them bored with unconditional love
they tell me they want their worth to be earned
then banished me back to my place down on earth
it's only now i realise that the god's of which i spoke
are my friends and my family and ordinary folk.


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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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I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Morior

The moonlight seemed a shadow
As he closed his eyes
Remembering perfection
Thinking of the beauty of the stars
That he had never seen
Reflected in the endless seas
Tide over tide
Washing away
The imperfection
Of his eyes

Words
That fell from dew-dropped lips
Like prisms of reality
So clear, diffracting meaning
Into infinite aesthetic

Inside
He still remembers
What he wanted so much then to say
That fateful time
When morning never came
When life gave way
And mirrors in the moonlight
Left his sight yearning for something more
Than silver stares
Bittersweet years
And tears of self-reflection

Into the skies
He speaks the words
That he before had never heard

"O most beautiful, sweet angel of my soul
Seducer into nothingness
A fire amongst the cold of my existence
Endless mirror
Perfect meaning

As I look into your soul
I cannot help but drown

As I feel into your soul
I cannot help but become terrified
As dark Narcissus, staring into his own eyes
Subsumed into the infinite
I find such beauty in this one becoming
Going under

You gave unto my sight
The shadows of the night
You held my breath beneath the wave-crests of your crystal soul

Anew
I rose
From 'neath the sea
Between the shards of broken glass
In fire and ash
I rose
Anew

But you
You made it so real
That I cannot feel you
Anymore"

One single tear diffracts the light
And shatters into ash and flame

In sunrise
Before darkest skies
In open eyes
He sees the stars
He tried so hard
    To find


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Clouds, Clouds

Clouds, Clouds!
So huge in the bright blue sky!
Sometimes you move way too slow,
Sometimes way too fast,
So white and fluffy,
Such a comfort from a distance so far!
Clouds, Clouds!
Oh how I want to be you,
Forever afloat in a stream that high!

Clouds, Clouds!
You are so beautiful!
Shielding the bright radiant colors in the big blue sky!
Sometimes you’re way too high,
And sometimes way too low!
So bright and pleasant,
Such wonderful colors shine through you!
Clouds, Clouds!
Oh how I want to be you,
A beauty that I could forever call mine!

Clouds, Clouds!
So real with your depictions,
Truly you take my breath away.
Sometimes you show it perfect,
And sometimes I have to think!
So white and fluffy,
Such pictures are drawn in my mind. 
Clouds, Clouds!
Oh how I want to be you,
Forever I would have something to say!


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shore life for old sailor

Shore life for old Sailor 

I found a sweet shop in the middle of nowhere, bought a box
of Swiss chocolate took my sack of hay given to me by a kind 
farmer so I could make a mattress. Now I sleep on top of
the big kitchen table for fear of rats, with only a horse blanket 
between me and hard old oak. The candy seller’s daughter is 
getting married to her own image, a gilded mirror. Last night 
I fell off the table dreamed I was back at sea and the ship was 
pitching and rolling; bet I gave the rats a fright. 

I went to the wedding of the candy man’s daughter, it was
a sweet affair, colurful bonbons rained from the roof and
the priest looked as he was on a sugar rush, he cried when
she tenderly kissed the looking glass.
Things are looking up for me too, the farmer gave me another
sack of hay and a rat catching terrier. I never made a mattress, 
gave the fodder to a starving mule. I sleep in a hammock and
it carries my dreams across many oceans. 


Details | Elegy | |

Fearless

Fearless  i go running in the night
barefoot on rich damp soil
stretching out my arms
in a cool wild flight
trees, they whisper in my ear_

dark wind on cold bare flesh i’m running 
hot face, heart pounds 
i feel the pull of a thousand years, 
and the way things used to be
and then, i hear the call

you are here
the time is now
and all things are as they are
the time is now
and you are here
all things are all things
and, all is meant to be

flight faster than thought in this light moon night 
as i slip between the bars
and i breathe the finest breath
homosapiens erect
moving, silently through the stars

you are here 
all things are meant to be 
the time is now
and all things are as they are


Details | I do not know? | |

Evolving

That Lil green monster thAt seeps in my skin 
Making me trip on whats to begin 
Thoughts race and create words I'd never speak 
A new vocabulary evolves from the simplest of minds 
It's only cuz I'm exploring cuz still we tend to speak lies 
 it's the Lil canon that explodes the truth 
Just look around cuz society is living proof
You need too look this way 
Talk that way, and make sure everyone is pleased... 
That green monster is the revolution of change rolled into an outfit of his own n reeks of creative uniqueness. 
This is a piece of your generation living in mine.... 
That little green monster for me is the key to open the other 90% of my mind... 
I am at a stand still looking, observing, and dividing the journeys into groups
The intellectuals, the artists, the explorers,the lost souls, the ill prepared...
 But It is an unknown definition which society branded illegal because the greatest moments came from the 
monster himself. 
Viva la revolution... Creativity can not be silenced it is lit and passed to all.. 
 


Details | Ballad | |

And Nothing Else Matters

I never opened myself this way,
I try to hide my evil everyday.
All of this I can't just say,
My darkened bed is where I lay.
I lived my life without a care,
A place to hide please take me there.
My emotions paint the walls with darkened splatters,
And nothing else matters.

I want to run away never looking back,
Prove all the people wrong talking smack.
But I can't bare to witness this any longer.
Take me to a new home.
I can't find it to care,
A place to hide please take me there.
My emotions paint the walls with darkened splatters,
And nothing else matters.


Details | Free verse | |

Found You

Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow
beacon light empty from my soul
i hope and pray for a better life
i rise from the dark and desolated valley
flames withering my crippled palace
sadly crying for help
solid bitterness forever
sunlit dreams ever so beautiful
faith
destiny
nothing at all
justice 
freedom
lonely lives
ill brake through the chains
refuse night
midst whirl winds
honoring justice
vast oceans
i sit in my palace
blowing off steam
honoring justice ever so mean
work together and join hands
shameful despair 
hallowed daybreak
the tast of night
rolls down like waters
breaking through the hallowed hole
of my honored soul...


Details | Free verse | |

Old Times


It is a mind-wandering time

Remember the old times

when illusions were distinct

Remember the old times

when a friendly chat

was all we needed

to brighten up our hearts


Details | Acrostic | |

oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


Details | Rhyme | |

the darkness seeks release

mentally enveloped with the psychological angularity of a multidimensional prism, thoughts infinitely circulating inside my brain slowly building like an aneurysm, i bring to sight revelations unveiled by a genius but still they all surround with skepticism. the darkness that once entered me is bound to break free eventually, a disposition where mass murder and famine both come essentially, a mastermind rises and succeeds where hitler had failed consequentially, a massacre of hidden variables constructing inside exponentially, a child broken and left for dead grows up to be a little disturbed mentally.


Details | Free verse | |

Depression Wars

What's the matter?
Are you worn-out?
Are you fatigued and tired?
Oh...please don't speak
I’ll help you out in no time
Just take your time to heal 

Rest on my shoulder
if it helps you
Loosen up the strain
and be lead charitably like a train
on its train tracks 

You need your rest
I could tell by the absence of your energy
spreading across your body and soul
It was my lucky guess
I must confess
that I felt insecure and hopeless
without you there
Oh...I can't bear
The thought of you
Leaving me behind
and unwanted in the street

I'm struggling with this
depression wars
I can't fight it
alone
I tried to fight
the useless tears,
the countless fears,
taking over me

I didn't mean to show
all that filthy anger
that crafts quarrels

Now I'm trying hard
To scrub the filthiness
Deep inside of me

This unwanted depression--
I haven't ever asked for it
I'm fighting this depression wars
now and forever
for you

My burdened soul cries for help
It wells up in pain
Why must I be
Messed up?
Screwed up?

Don't tell me that I'm
ignorant...self-centered
I've never asked
for this feeling of 
repulsive remorse 

Are you willing
to leave all our regrets behind,
taking us away from tranquil life?
Are you willing
to fight this depression wars
together as a team?

(this poem is based on a character I made a while back)


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Good Morning To Betrayal -2-

5...4...3...2......1..GO! 
Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations

3...2...1.. 
You are ready to take your first flight!!!    
To a wondrous
Space of wonders

Good morning to a space glimpse!

Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine 
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background

Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered 
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space

Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?

Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal 

The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist 
It's inspired for awhile 
Replaced with a remarkable universe
 
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations? 
Cherished as my own 
favorite memory 

Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble

Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain

Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!

Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living 

Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity

Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy 
pancake 

Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky

Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks

Put your task aside for now 
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries

Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door

Along with a letter saying:

"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"


Details | Free verse | |

Nothing is Real


Survival is an ancient dream 

Life is nothing but an everlasting illusion

Nothing is Real

Don’t believe in illusion,

Remember me,

I am here …


Details | Rhyme | |

Christ Death On The Cross

Christ’ Death On The Cross… Christ died for me… I didn’t deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been “amended I’m thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a difficult circumstance…” Jesus has given me hope... And a second chance! I’ll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You’ve done what you said… And so much more! You’re certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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Longer Days Deeper Trouble

You are glistening 
Upon a eloquent design 
I claim it…it’s mine
Paint me a brighter day
without gluttony…
without trouble 
I’ll be captivated in an
everlasting utopia
Look! Here comes a beam
from the sunshine
I claim it…it’s mine 
Glistening
Captivated in
Complete delusion

Deeper trouble occurs…
The day grows longer
I can’t stand it
any longer 
It’s as hectic as ever
this weather 
Isn’t what I endeavor

I don’t have much
To hang on to
Just to be true
I’ll always appreciate you
Your adoring aroma 
Caught in a glimpse
of fantasies
catches my nightmares
and places all my fears
in a fond jar 

I disappear
 in a despairing tide
falling…failing
helplessly…
hoarsely…
unsaved against
a river of mellowness 
earning a kiss
from the wild east 
at last…seeking my feast

Slowly and steady
Do I watch the waterfall
pass away as the years
slip away…drying up inside

Fix the faucet
and deny the tundra
and shroud me as an umbrella
Disappear into a superb dream
Work as a team
drown the misty waters
Bring me to life

Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand…double
Work as a team
Circulate around a mist of dreams
and drench the nightmares to disgrace
Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand and double

Patiently…unsteadily,
I wait for a vibrant day,
feeling sporadic…
ripping away the sweltering
irregular expansion 
Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand and double

Slowly and steady
Do I watch the waterfall
pass away as the years
slip away…drying up inside

I’ll suggest you wait awhile
to wash up the longer days
and decreasing the deeper trouble

I disappear ultimately 
 in a despairing tide
falling…failing
helplessly…
hoarsely…
unsaved against
a river of mellowness 
earning a kiss
from the wild east 
eventually…
seeking my feast
gliding against
a most mellowest 
Tide 


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Shadows Reflections

Dimness showers over the whole time 
It's time... to leave
It's time... to believe
I am gone...I am left behind
only to find
your shadows...shaded beneath
you are gone....destined to die
I was there once upon a time,
lying in despair...looking up at the beautiful sky
only to say my last goodbye
to your
shadows...
it shows your sickening reflections
it shows
your tear-jerking rejections
dimness shows in your face
I can't keep pace...I can't find a place...
to rest...I'm trying my best
to forget your
shadows...reflections
I lay in darkness
drenched in tears that only reflect your reflections...
your sorrow beckons
I chase after
your shadows...your reflections...
I said my last goodbye

Can you accept it?
Or would you do me a favor, 
and find another place to
recollect yourself?


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Soaring Free

I am a mighty eagle soaring in the sky;
Fascinated by the beauty of nature as I fly by.
With the wind blowing calmly under my wings;
I can hear a peaceful remedy that another bird sings.
I feel so powerful and so free;
I'm close to home now, I see my tree.
I make one last lap around before I land;
I can hear more birds singing now-like instruments in a band.
Another day came and flew past me;
So I rest in my nest, happy as can be.


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Tale from the Moon

The reflection of the sun
Gives light to the moon
Through the twilight of time
Shall he heal his wound
No more the world in his head
Within its walls he was dead.
 
So fall into the swells of his imagination 
And swim with the waves from his creation
Along with whipping winds of persuasion
Blowing swifly across a magic sea
Sail away with him to this isle of the free.
 
Upon arrival so he found 
No cherubs playing music
No ripping tides, not even a sound
Only the flying chariot from his dream
And above the moon holding her crown
With all his heart, he spoke to her from a far
She said, "I hear your fervent cry
Oh warrior poet take your dream and fly
I give you the map that has charted each star
Showing Zion, in the land of "Leo del Mar."
 
So he took the chariot from his dream
Flying into the cosmos, not a moment too soon 
Along with slipping reigns of sanity
And only aid of light from the moon  
Shall he ride through storms of unsurity
And with the twilight of time heal his wound 
The destination marks a new theme
Where he sings new arias upon a lucent lune
"Remember me with each falling moonbeam;
Forget your sorrows with each passing tune."


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It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


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End hold

human kind

Confused and blind

Filled with lust

Having no trust

It is the end of us

 

The time in nearing

It's coming close

Watch and listen

There is no hope

 

The only plan is my own

Only shared with whom iv'e told

 

It may be dark

It may be bleak

But strong and bold

I will uphold those i know have

true worth of their soul


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ALTER EGO

your beginning to show,
I see your true colors finally begin to expose. 
I watch as layers of disguises begin to unravel before my very eyes, you are everything I warned myself about. 
You are the light at the end of the dark tunnel waiting with mocking words that pierce through me.
you are the beauty I envisioned you to be with hidden agendas I chose not to see. 
You are my rise and fall of greatness the roller-coaster from hell,
You are the breath that held the very secrets I choose not to tell.
You are everyone who's ever hurt me and everything I've tried to stay away from.
You are everything and nothing that I looked for.... 
You are you after all. 
The one who filled me with hope and watched me break and shatter into millions of heartless pieces. 
The one that kicked me when I was at my lowest and told me everything I'm not. 
You are you after all.... 
Careless and loving 
Sane and logical 
Irrational and illogical 
Lost beyond gods grip 
You are the truth to why I constantly shift. 
You can't be silenced 
You are you after all....
And I get to see the act every time you stare back from the mirror... 
Your nameless. 


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Broken Promises in the Stream

In the stream I can see you and me.
We’re flowing aimlessly. 
We’re just drifting away,
Coiling loose where we lay!
The word of gold engraved in stone.
Hearts of one that fused by two,
The eyes of wisdom are in the eyes of you.
I just want to go home!
Broken promises in the stream or so it seems.
In the stream I can hear you and me.
We’re flowing aimlessly.
Drifting further down,
With very little sound!
The warmth of love covers over me,
The touch of love that fused by two,
The eyes of truth are in the eyes of you.
I want to believe!
Broken promises in the stream or so it seems.
In the stream I can feel you and me.
We’re flowing aimlessly.
Just drifting everywhere,
Without a care!
A place to belong secures the shelter around me.
The foundation we built that fused by two,
The eyes of God are in the eyes of you.
I want to see!
Broken promises flowing aimlessly in the stream or so it always seems!


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Impetuous

Your love magnificent…   Thankful this participant…   Your essence blows the 
breeze…   Dancing In rejoices do the trees…   I feel you on my skin…   Divine love 
from within…   As the day trusts there is night…   Knowing you confirms my angelic 
might…   Accept the honor of white light knight…   I embrace your beauty loosely as 
well as tight…   Resolve as one our earthly illusion of fright…   Create a deluge river 
from compassion plus delight…   Embark the journey, humanities pure love flight…


Details | Free verse | |

Swimming with the stars

Sometimes I feel
I have the Omen upon me,
I am the Earth
and lava it burns through to the core
and so in the darkness of space
I will exist to drown
beneath the stars.


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. XII

"Take shelter this eve
with the merchant
guards, found upon 
the merry courts 
of the south-western
district.  Upon your
arrival, they will send
a messenger to inform thy, 
your dire needs for 
labor.  Assistance and 
comfort will be 
offered and in secret,
for the King. . . I am 
grievous. . . usher you
ill-sorrows if discovered."

Alarumdives, the troubled
Prince of compassion, met 
his love, eye to eye, sharing
tears, they did embrace.
"Geinere you must
leave Wales upon, I 
am sorry."
"Alarumdives, I am so,
so sorry. . . ."

As Geinere found
refuge her labors
came quickly, within
days.  The merry merchant
guards, at no delay, jestered 
and provided for a 
midwife to aid Geinere.
Amidst the burdenous
nurturance, a gentle
baby boy was brought into 
this dark world of hate 
and envy.  Geinere
vowed to herself
to love this dear child.
A world torn apart, 
hers to divinity and 
righteousness.
His name Adamme, 
rightly chosen
out of sin,
for the essence of 
God did answer
poor Geinere's demands
for redemption.  
For it was upon 
the child's first 
birthday, that Geinere
was enlightened and 
faith instilled.  
A parchment read
while living amongst 
the commons of great
Scotland, 

". . . the Prince Alarumdives,
now King of Wales, to celebrate
his one year reunion and 
exaltation to the kingdom 
of thine, glorious Wales."
As this bit of revelry
chimed within Geinere's
soul, she discovered upon 
inquiry, that the late
King of Wales had fallen 
ill and to his grave,
one year prior. . . .


Details | Ballad | |

The Near Death

Another sits between here and there
and rises to meet the unknown.
Against your back lay blackest veil,
while in front purest light was shown.

"Where could I be?", rang clear within.
You see, this place is new.
Could I exist within a dream,
concerned with what to do?

And as he pondered where he was
and how he was to leave,
a tiny voice pierced the light,
what was it to achieve?

"It's time to go.", said the voice
as calmly as could be,
and before a shred of wonder rose
my feet moved in front of me.

Step by step was forward taken
until my thought became.
I stood in place, frozen still,
then shock, I heard my name.

A cry of pain, a wail of plea
where the first sounds I could hear.
And as I turned around I saw
from the darkness came my fear.

It struck a chord and then I knew
where I was and why.
The light ahead was surely death,
within it I would die.

So then, behind must be my life,
the voices, those I know.
And if I delve into the black,
back to life I'll go.

Now free to choose his open path,
he stood firm, wondering,
life is given as a gift,
but what could dying bring?

None alive can answer full
what lies beyond the light,
but as for me, I'll wait and see.
For then, I turned my sight.

Accepting what the darkness gave,
I threw myself within.
With open, blurry eyes I knew
I was alive again.


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Camelot

Only history can know
Can the legend of Camelot be true?
Merlin himself helped make it a mystery
A wondrous place with skies of blue 

Excalibur's strong splendor 
Only makes other weapons pale
Lancelot, Guinevere and Arthur the King
On galloping steeds they rode, over hill and over dale

Only they know the secrets it held
To have been there would have been grand
If even on the wing of a bird
The legend will always stand


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Changes of Our Time

If you learn about the left,
You learn about the right.
If you learn about the sun,
You will learn about the moon at night.
As above, so below, 
are the wise words once told.
Until modern civilization,
Fell victim to a new control.


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Turning Anguish part 1

5/21/11-5/22/11
I rule over the night
undaunted with all my might
I have time to spare all I can bare
Watching the hand chime 
tugging…pushing…shoving
through whirling toil
that feed the spoil
Perplexing strife
refusing to give up 
Power and torment 
 
We are too caught up in our own power
and ruling over each passing moment
each passing night…destroying the twin towers
 
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?

I’m tossed…shifting around with uncontrolled anguish 
Zipping…tripping over rambling bolts
spiraling into a mad house
Don’t enchant your intolerable voice
I see no love dwelling in this household
Do you seek for your power…
you insufferable traitor?

Seeking our upcoming doom
brewing strife in the heap of ruins
brewing strife while we still leave room
to obey and remain under power
You are assuming the worst 
father…mother…
rule over the passing anguish…circling around
stumbling around…not aware 
Hey you! play fair

Behave and stay awhile
before you feed the fire that holds sheer vile
Allow love to not be thrown away
into another pile

I grasp no love engrained 
In our giving garden
that plants ceaseless approval  
Pardon my faults
I was far from comforting sleep

Dread is driven mysteriously 
Through an endless night
Moving on the tracks 
Forming into an alarming train

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
Who did the labor suitably?

worthwhile father…pleasure-seeking mother
Don’t enchant your intolerable voices
and expect us to listen sensibly 
Demanding us to do labor
and assist our displeased neighbor
Why do you melt the delight away?
Throwing away a flavor of ecstasy
and put us to glove-less labor
without putting our favor and opinion
into the overlooked pile

Burning agony
dries the buried glee
Saved for a grieving moment
Playing like a warped tune… unable to express
solitude that develops in the heart
raped by the ragged uncertainties 
without taking heed of our pleas

These desirable moments
Cherished in the deplorable journey 
They weren’t acknowledged by power
Love in those days were brand new
Do you have a clue?
they were cherished...
Bountiful…
stranded in a deserted past
in merciful beauty…caught under the spell

Where did that come to pass?
Where’s the love?
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. VII

There upon the courtship,
proclaimed, a sorrowful
spirit hearkened upon 
this ballad of misery
and burden.  For her
grief and unrelished
despair, the angels
of Michael, our saintly divine,
answered, whil'st upon 
the hour of marriage royal,
an unwanted surprise,
a battle declared, as the 
essence of Faith
exuberated.
This day of celebration,
joyous, the sun's vibrance
a galliant shiny array
of angelic symphony.
The court's jester prepared
daintfully as the council
gathered for the wedding
and celebration.
Crowds upon crowds 
of commons and 
majestic royals gathered 
in anticipation, for 
a marriage vow of 
royal to peasant a 
spleen for gossip.
Geinere's beauty and spirit
made so ever-beautiful
and bountiful, her Magdalenic
passion, though hidden
from the stage, her garden
of love like no other
Atlantis.  This ballad
of acceptance Cherubic
as the maiden Geinere
was given away.  The 
gathered pupils from 
near and far, sighted
tears of admiration 
and also of disbelief.

The King. . . his pious
disobediences, very kept
subtle, for betrayal's
embrace, here to far,
loomed as an ominous
hawk awaits its 
swoop.  As the candles 
of the holy triad were
lit, joyous spirit
and unition embarked,
as tragedy did fall upon 
this royal majestic whim.
A messenger, grief
stricken, hence
matters slowly, a 
voice to the King.

"My King, this glorious
day made tragic,
for our kingdom under seige
soon, a chance to the North."
"Speakest thou, this
action made, a declaration
of war, for no mercies
we have, can'st  determine
our strategic foe."  
The King's voice grave with 
anger and unsuspected
turmoil.  A call to the 
Prince, oh the mighty
heavens did begin to
crash.  Bolts of resilience
and vigor shot from 
the oncoming enthralls
of vengeance. 
"Messenger, retrieve 
the preparations, summon
forth our army at 
once.  My son!"
Trumpets blew, as 
alarm and anxiety
did ensue, instilling
paramount fear, though
only matched by the 
mighty holds of fate.
"My Prince, calmest be,
our sudden birth of 
unknowing, pray we share
our time spent precious,
for a call to arms for
certain."  Geinere, her demeanor
shaken, her Goddess crying
out as the premonitions
of glorious battle, and dying
victory echoed throughout.
"My love, I regret these 
tragic circumstances,
our labors, pray not 
lost to this ardorous
hell that has come upon us."
The king speaking,
"my Prince, my son, I will 
await these temptations of
Belial, ever so gracefully
with the fullest respects,
yours to mine."


Details | Epic | |

My Last Cry

There are no words to describe how i feel inside, so much has happened that i feel like i been hit by a tide. I can feel how my heart starts to darken more and more, I can feel my heart being wrapped in a dark cloche, but what for? I try to cry it out, but no tears would fall, I try to yell it out but no voice would call. The depression inside this heart wants to explode, but i am afraid that if it does a lot of people might get hurt. Speaking out the last words of a human hurts to the core, giving up and ending everything i just want it more and more. My Last Cry, everyone will hear, because i have cried my last and only tear. I will leave with a mark that will tell people that i lived a good life, good only to my eyes, because to others a beast life is pointless. So i am sorry my friend but my breath has gone clean out of me, I wish there was just some way that i could show you so you can see. This is far to hard to do, just to let everything go and forget about everything, but don't forget, this is My Last Cry, so I'll try anything. Goodbye my one and only, Goodbye my sweet sweet ......
PS: This is not a suicidal note.


Details | Alliteration | |

The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Two

and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse

It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey, 
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
 and Passed Up The Palatable –
 Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so  not  hard !) 
But They Failed to Avoid: 
 The Ditch, The Decline, The Devoid
They Deformed; Distorted… 
and Perished, at Path of Disdain- Deported!
Prithee, Who Wants to See… A Dashed-to-Pieces Pottery?
Not even-Periphery-me!... It’s No Longer Picture-Pretty 
Despite Protocol-Deficiency… ‘til I get a Decent Setting Plate
On Broken Dresden- my Pheasant-Dinner Won’t be Ate

And Now… Disorder of The Day… 
is Devious, and Double-Dismay
…  Disgrace, Depression… 
and A Putrid-Depraved-Puke-Stain-Progression
 Plunged into Disease and Death; 
Some Plummet and Pose-Deranged-Stealth
Percolating Panic… 
and Picking Up Pride-Plagues- Still-Pandemic
from-Cain’s Prozac-Paddock … Pathetic !

Though, All Are Not Dissidents-Decayed… 
Deteriorated …  or Dastardly-Dross-Sprayed
 Applaud- When Prodigal-Lost is Found, 
and Those ‘Punching-Back-At-Pangs-Bane’ Pound!
By Adhering to The Dedicated-Drive, 
of The Deft-Guardian-Defender’s Eyes
Who Points Where Our Polished-Pebbles’ Sling, 
Put-Practice-Ping-Ping-Aim (ing)
Dove(ing) Over to Dangle The Desist… 
or Meet Thy Downfall Pretenders-Risk…

For We Pummel Problems… 
and Dent and Pelt Puzzle-Plight-Chains (Pop ‘em!) 
Definitive Deeds, Decorous… 
Meant to Disable Dynamite Pipes-Porous 
To Prevent Our Pulverized-Maim 
and Proffer:  A Predicament-Slain

Our Pilgrimages In Pursuit of Paragon-Virtue… 
Must Make Distribution or Divesture:
the Property… of Pomposity
Pageantry… Profits and Desperate-Popularity
and don – Parsimony, and  Penury, 
Pariah, Pest-Control and Peculiarity
yet Pleasurably, we have heirloom-Pendants and Pence-a-Few …
and Pearl-Gates and Doubloons and Dew Drops Too
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …


Details | I do not know? | |

Romantic Serenade

It was the Halloween Ball
In the season of the fall
A mysterious bachelor called
To the attention of us all

The biggest mansion party
The cooks food is hearty
The host is definitely tardy
For most of his own party

The musicians play the last dance
The men try to romance
But don't stand a chance
For the host is here! They glance

To a man dressed in black wear
In Old Spanish attire bare
The women began to stare
For he was a young stallion, a Mare

From a top the stairs he walks
The ladies gather to stalk
The man who doesn't talk
Like birds they came in flocks

He wore black clothes and a red sash
White trim and a black mask
To find a dancer is his task
But who will he ask?

The only girl not drawn to attention
Is sitting alone no words to mention
He takes her hand There is no tention
Soft as a doves wings a cool sensation

The proceed to the middle of the floor
She doesn't know what's in store
A lot of musicians come in..there is more!
Some of them rich, some are poor

He takes his tunic off then starts
The music is written from the heart
The stand at attention far apart
Then the solo with the silver harp

The drum beat starts going 
They come together emotions flowing
His risque' dance he is showing
To her mind he is boasting

They move and dance like magic
For five minutes the song's romantic
The crowd watching in motionless static
The songs end was very tragic

The last beats were hard to miss
They drew close and started to kiss
For her it was a mystical bliss
His every movement caressed her lips

The awkward silence he starts to leave
The young lady can hardly breathe
She starts to faint...she can't see
The wings appeare and she falls asleep

The girl awakes in her bed it seems
In her school clothes it was only a dream
The sound of water foils the scene
Her eyes still blurry it's hard to see

She wanted this for real
Her heart is sealed
Then fate will have to deal
Her new loves appeal

She notices something on the ground
It's the wings and mask she found
And a CD blank is bound
She puts it in and the sound...

Is the unforgettable song
It was to her so long
But there was something wrong
Where did this come from?

In the CD case is an Old Engligh letter
It said "Undoubtedly for the better
I am gone with the weather
Your kiss I will always remember forever and ever


Details | Sonnet | |

Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



Details | Free verse | |

Confronted By A Pacifist

The war
is the beginning of conflict 
and our rampant screeches are implicit 
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
	
Undying failure
Confrontation is the only option
You’ll endure…surrender
Be fair…be aware
because we’ll fight with bare
hands will transform
to fists
and we have no time
for pacifists

The blood smeared 
On the weapons
Doubling our army
Double the agonizing shouts
Trotting in frustration
When will this aggressiveness end?

Confront the poor
And the pacifists
And fight the rich
And the mere fools
With armor
made of hard material
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Because I’m over…
I’m done with you all
I’ll not listen to your fear-lurking call
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch

Are you ever pacifist?
Don’t lift up your wretched fist
Or I’ll smear it in the mist
Don’t play me as a fool

The warfare
is the beginning of conflict 
and our rampant screeches are implicit 
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated

Confrontation will eventually
take its toll
Please…
don’t take it as a foolish game  
So be aware
and play fair
or I’ll tear 
your amusement…your greed
and smear it on your
destructible weapons


Details | Free verse | |

Silent Wars -2-

My screams are void
Throughout the circulation of this solid room
Distracted by the solemn night
Interrupted by blurred groans
Sincere in its integrity 

Drums are beating, 
eating away the deserted sanctuary
Echoes of cruel sounds mix together 
as the wind formulates around an unavoidable night 

Silent wars has awaken from its casket
Rising up to kidnap the faithful and discernment building up in the household
Kidnapping the love
Throwing away sincere awareness

I finally could utter a few questions to you...

Tell me...who wins? 
Who has gone astray...missing forever?

I finally will tell you the distinguished truth 

Frankly, my dear friend, 
No one knows in silent wars


Details | Epic | |

At First I Thought

At first I thought the pain was brought on by the wounds I inflict.
But with every cut I knew. 		
With every cut I felt. 
And with every cut I understood. 
The pain is not brought on by the wound, for the pain has always been there. 
Seeded by those who sought to hurt me. 
And now I know, something much more. 
Something that cant be told, but felt. 
I’ll make them understand. 
I’ll make them feel.
And when im done, they’ll wish they were dead.


Details | Free verse | |

The Moon Between the Trees

It was the night after the full Moon.
This was the night that I saw the Moon between the trees.
It was huge! It was the color of melon!
My world was lit as my life had instantly risen.
I saw light gray clouds all dismayed with dark blue visions.
My moment had come forth and all at once, 
I felt a life inside myself begin to breathe.
Three decades of life had passed by me.
Cascades of shadows erupting dark and gray!
Now they evolve in true sight and all of this was for my eyes to see!
“Oh My God”, dear God, this is my world mine all mine in every way!
And this is what I have dropped before Thee?
At such a long distance, that glimmer has covered over me.
So many nights I lay before Thee.
Not one word and not even one moment heard.
For it was silence, for I could not breathe!

An hour had passed since I saw the Moon between the trees.
It had vanished and no longer could my own eyes see,
That dark blue vision, the one that would not let me feel a breeze!
I saw that melon with its glimmer, the one that had covered over me.
I felt my breath deep down inside of me and I finally began to breathe.
“Oh My God”! My dearest God, I have found what I lay before Thee!
I have found the vision of gray and how huge it was for my eyes to see!
“My dearest dear God, my only one and true God”, 
Oh my how I have forsaken this precious life you have given to me!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Game

The die are placed on the board of our lives,
Both sets of eyes, horribly kept shut,
The exchange of fantasy from reality; and the stage set,
Here, turns are not given but literally taken,
An entrée of malice with Devilish intent, Surely time well spent,

Roll after roll, When will it end?
The paths on offer are many, reaching toward eternity,
The climax at a bridge, An offer to fall,
A glance at each other, and we know not where we go,
As this is the course of the Game of our ties.

NOTE: "Die" is plural form of Dice


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Feast of Kings ... ' (or 'Holy Things')

See, The High King
And King of Kings
At The Feast of Kings                                      Eph. 2: 6,  Lu. 22: 30
Are Holy Things …

Holy Blood , Holy Wine
Fruit of Lips, from Holy Vine                            Heb. 13: 15,   John 15: 1
Cup of Love Passed, Blessed Divine                 Lu. 22: 17, 18
Bless Those, Who Thirst, Hunger and Dine        Matt. 5: 6

In Holy Banquet, Break Holy Bread                  Lu.  22: 19
From Which Silver-Sacred-Souls Are Fed
Holy Water, Chalice Poured and Shed               John 4: 14    Heb. 9: 22
Crystal-Clear Sparkles, on Tablets Read …        2 Cor. 3: 3

 Holy Words
Wholly Heard
As Holy Wings Aired
And Holy Hearts Stirred

Pure, Sayings Said
Holy Spirit Led
Where Even Angels, Fear To Tread                       Jude 9,   Rev. 14: 6, 7
‘Cept in Humble-Honor and Holy Dread

… Before The Holiest of Heads
And His Only Begotten-Bred
The Holy-Heir, Ruler, In His Stead                         1 Cor. 15: 24, 25
The Worthy One, Ready, To Be Wed …                  Matt. 9: 14, 15

Seated … At JAH’s Table-Grand                             1 Cor. 10: 21,   Ps. 83: 18
Seated … At God Almighty’s, Right Hand                 Ps. 110: 1,   Acts 7: 56
See, King Jesus, The Holy ‘Son Of Man’                  Rev. 14: 14
Reigning In Heaven and Holy Land

… They Invited The Hungry
And Those, Doing Laundry                                     Rev. 7: 14
Invited, All and Sundry                                          John 3: 16
(So, Don’t Wait ‘til Someday)                                 1 Cor. 7: 29

For There Are Holy Golden-Bowls                            Rev.  15: 7
Holy Raiment, Change of Clothes                            Rev. 7: 9
Holy, Royal Crowns for Those                                 Rev. 4: 10
All, The Holiest Chose …

… to See, The High King
And King of Kings
Yea, At That Feast of Kings
With Holy Harps, They Will Sing                               Rev. 14: 2, 3


Details | Narrative | |

' Monsters, Among Us ... '

‘ Monsters, Among Us … ’

 Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
  Expose The Wake of  Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and Vile-Beasts That Bay
 Begone, to Taboo, Grounds, Unhallowed …

… for there Are Monsters, Among Us …
Yea, Also An Ancient Curse
We Don’t have To Make This Up …
… to Make It Any Worse …

Yea, There Are Blood Suckers, Self-Styled, Vampires            ( Vlad, The Impaler )
Who’ll Drink Your Blood by Starless, Night
Creatures, Who’ll Make You Suffer Their Desires
and Ghouls, Who’ll Dine On Your Flesh, in Daylight                 ( Jeffrey Dahmer )

Yea, There Are Creatures of The Dark
Who’ll Catch You, If You Do Not Know …                                ( Rapists )
They Want To Get Inside Of Your Heart
And Make You Do Acts, Foul, Fraught with Woes

Yea, There Are Monsters, Among Us …
Merciless, Malevolent, Maniacal Monstrosities …                       ( Hitler )
They Do, Indeed, Want To Own Your Soul, Because                 ( Jim Jones )
They Want To Make You Commit, Their Atrocities ! …               ( Charles Manson )

And If You Walk Around Unwary
Doesn’t Matter, If Its Not, Stroke Of Midnight
… Anytime, Is Their Time, To Do Scary
Spine-Chilling Screams of Your Unending, Pitch-Black Fright …

Rituals To Silver and Golden Idols                                          ( Slaving For Riches)
Making A Virgin Sacrifice -                                                     ( Child Molestation )
Hexes and Voodoo Dolls
and All Such Abominations To The Christ …

… Now, by a Long Shot, I’m Not Pious
(‘Cause I Too, Like A Good Thrill !)
Just, Don’t Make The Mistake-Serious
By Thinking Wickedness, Isn’t Real !

And Humans, Please Be Aware
Evil Incarnate, Isn’t Just A Movie Theme …
It’s More Than Just A Joking Scare
… There ‘ Is’ A Wicked Scheme

(and there ‘Is’ A Wicked Being)

So, If You Find, You’re Chased or Caught
By Some Monster In A Living-Nightmare
Remember, No Potion, Amulet, Nor Incantation Taught 
Brings Almighty Help, Better Than Holy Prayer

Yea, There Are Monsters, Among Us …
Yea … Also, An Ancient Curse
(and We Couldn’t Even Invent The Stuff
to Make It Any Worse ! ) …


Details | Personification | |

The Private Cellar

I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler.
The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine.
Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line.
Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be, 
The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers. 
Dark and dinghy I continued to look and see,
The Private Cellar locked with no key.
Back and forth my knees break and bend,
Leaning back reaching across the floor I’m at my end.
Walls and tunnels with no light in sight,
Lo and behold I’m a match to light in flight.
Panting and hissing with many more needs to please,
The darn bats were the trickiest thieves.
Cold and sweaty I continued to be a crook.
The Private Cellar is where I found the baited hooks.


Details | Epic | |

Smoking Mad

Smoke transports itself in every room 
Devastating aroma given by the chef's creativity 
Butchering the bruises off from a deformed potato
Shaping potatoes with a single zap of a chef's favorite knife 
Grease prevailing the crisps...smoke torments the eyes 

Maddening the hungry carnivores,
Begging for protein and strength
Wanting steaming steak instead of crispy fries  
Horror surges in this hesitant hour 
Bringing my life close at stake 

Arms and limbs butchered in yanking gore 
Leaving my bones and remains on the kitchen floor 

You despicable carnivores,
Are you smoking mad?


Details | Narrative | |

You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


Details | Sonnet | |

Cosmic Conscience

I became aware of you well over a decade ago.
Every moment of every day I swept you away.
Lo and Behold, I put my own day into dismay.
I ‘m buried in the core of you, and I mean low.

Good or bad happy or sad, you I’d proudly bestow.
Since your arrival, seems like my life is on display.
It’s still the same soups same pots running astray!
Sometimes in thwarted bits so I left them in whoa!

Seems they are all afflicted with conflicting wits.
Some thoughts prevail up above their fixed form.
Most exhibit zero appeal and are disruptive twits.
I might as well add you stirred up a mighty storm!

I might also add that most appeared as not kept and utterly sheer nonsense.
So I’m rising up above your hosted shadows into ultimate cosmic conscience.











 
 


Details | Free verse | |

An Exodus Storm

Deep within the clouds, Astounding energy surges in their bottomless oblivion Echoes are heard in the land below the clouds, signaling a storm Warnings spread about in the village and commotion began to take its toll A glowering storm is heading their way They got to hide or else…they’ll meet their fate A haunting storm is about to prevail They got to run or else…they’ll yield to their departure They’re facing hopeless departure They’re losing their minds They’re screaming for help, but it’s a blur They’re overlooking their grinds There is no way to outrun The exodus storm


Details | Ballad | |

hero of the abyss

The thriving carnage reigns over the land
with A chaos tortured brand
on top of the Abyss in which it stands 
Along the side it  taints the mist
Where the var gan lays quist
A tower of the mardend pulootion
wearing the scare of it's alootion
I prasie it's uptight quiff landing
Upon the dare the darkness grows
A woumped it skialivise's it's understanding
A place noted black where the quarrel's flow
The floor shifting the shipped fool in motion
In a rooom spiting tenthly death's devotion
All houses pertained in dark narshaw
Seated in moggy filled courtyard's ashamed flaw
The bird blindingly snaring it's setting moutain peek
Seeing the window panes narrow in pale
As the nightingale sings it's call uni did pa real
Then comes to this decisions it feels 
Once stored it was ready to unfold it's possessive glave
A nor-ct feared  Appering face
All halls filled with noise 
opening the coffins mace
while the welder posted his poise
The break in deaths tower sets in his spirit
The nightingale sitting bluntly watching
Sing bird why have u called on me


Details | Free verse | |

Stepping Downwards

Birds chirping roughly on an avocado tree
I curiously look upwards to see what could that noise be? 
Is it a sparrow or a mockingbird? 
It's plump and it has all shades of brown

I'm stepping upwards next to the spiraling, gnarled tree before me
The chirping has stopped this second
Breaking my imaginative ideas and brewing them to ruins 

I'm stepping downwards
Urging myself to walk towards this memorable maze-like place
Where I could feel the wind caress my face

In a meadow of cherished flowers
Making this my solitude 
To sit on a crooked bench and ponder about my frowning attitude

I hear someone steeping below the wall...the safety cliff 
I seem to stand here all stiff
Hearing all the bafflement of my unreal family 

I walk around, 
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my demises

Struck by fireworks from the cloudless, fashionable sky
Sitting on a scrawny, dirty chair 
Staring at the ancient tree...wondering how life isn't fair 

How could it bear such fruit or vegetable?
It grows firm and ripe 
Without a flaw...without a stripe
Though I feel that I'm too thin

I walk around, 
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my tangled drowsiness 

I must stop stepping downwards 
Into my deep motivations...my charmed desire 
Though its hoarse and cruel to leave this tangling temptations 

I decide about a decade later
That I really need to take a tightening grasp to hold on to the 
stairway's handlebars 

Hold on for a minute...I hear a cricket beneath the cemented ground 
It leaves the wind to make no ruffling sound 

About a decade later, I realize this cycle goes on and on and on and it 
mixes altogether
We need to be brought up together 
As a family and visit my uncle and grandma

I need to make the decision to step upwards
Make an effort to say my last words:

"I love you all! We'll see you both next month!"

I start the cycle all over again in July 

This time,
I won't fail to do my missions 


Details | Free verse | |

Good Morning To Betrayal -1-

Drapes clashing from a clear, dark night
The remarkable scene- the risk I must take flight

Don't listen to all the commotion 

You are an attrition to hunger
Save it for leftovers 
Molded out of anxiety 

Have no fear
Fate is far from here

Nurture in burning threat
Appease to sorrow
Deny it...no borrowing from the library

Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky

The stars will motionlessly 
Churn your fate to royal destiny
Take your flight, feel free to flee
Out of the grip of society's downfalls 

Replace it with honor...be my hero for good

Your traits are nothing sinister 
As a carefree, scarlet night 
Conquer the unfailing life
Taking away all the sporadic soars

Please take away the malaise and
Don't burn me up, majestic star

Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts?
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations? 
Canceling your circulations

Tangled by lips-spoken twist of lies
Pouring out misunderstood darkness
Outriding the black hole

Who knows what these dark shadows reveal
It's mysteries-- as hard as a bolt to a door

Thrive to carry on, 
you carefree infant

Untie the tightening ceases
I'm unable to catch up...reach out
Overcome this rotting intuition

Severe, sincere sunshine
Hear my morning mourning
It whispers:

"Goodbye to midnight lust...
Good morning to betrayal"

Good morning...
To you, oh miserable soul!

River of weeping wonders
Pass by with a suitable 
Recognizable, scarlet bliss
Send love swimming in
Open water 
Fulfill it with
Morning deligh


Details | Personification | |

Array

My Yellow Butterfly; 
My Array!

Pinched in the corner of my eye,
Ah, ‘tis just my yellow butterfly!

A swarm of bees came chomping down on its tail,
And whipping up winds it stirs up new jets to sail!

Staying gallantly afloat it drifts wayward up into a puffed up cloud awaiting it in the air.
A red cardinal bird it did undoubtedly meet perched high on top a big pesky grizzly bear.

It just flies fancy free through the needles and straws of prickly Pine Trees.
And it starts circling around until it is across the rolling roaring High Seas!

My yellow butterfly just zip zaps itself right on by.
It is either flying too low or it is flying up on high!

On top of the clouds, I did get to watch its magnificent tail set sail.
Triumphantly, it stays afloat between a big shark and mighty whale!

A horde of yellow butterflies suddenly dumped down on me with voices that blare.
The journal of flying from here to there will get everyone everywhere except in err!

Yellow butterflies were coming from everywhere just so joyous for my eyes to see,
And I was caught up on a cloud when my yellow butterfly ushered in its array of me.

My Array: 
My Yellow Butterfly!


Details | Rhyme | |

Majestical Land

I was carried away up and over a topped stack just the other day,
By the oceans of blue cascading across shadows of magnifying rays of sunlight!
One by one they dashed through the trickery Sun as if they had no night.
I was drawn much closer in watching the Moon reflecting on the ones that sway.
Then I was taken by the swishy swore of the bouncy Sea rolling as the tide came in.
I just so happen to be taking a much deeper breath as the stars lit up like shields of sheer.
Breathless I just took it all in, over and over again until I saw there was truly no end.
Marveled, just down right marveled at the time I already just simply spend,
Then I saw a most wondrous bumbling bee, soaring aimlessly through Majestical Land. 
All in a single moment with time to spare, I saw balls of bouncing thunderous lights.
Then it was a much greater reach for a more logistical articulate helping hand.
Then I saw big white fluffy balls unfolding in the heavenly quaking open sky.
One by one colliding atop the luxury of just floating or shuffling them self right on by.
Marveled, downright marveled at what was passing me by, I just knew I’d die.
I absolutely was standing beneath the Majesties undeniably clever designated plans.
I saw blueprints and designs above the weighty scales and receipts.
What strategy for self-defeat with the books I write and keep!
Hooting and hollering cheering louder in Majestical Land, with my brilliant plan!
But then I was carried all the way back to the toppling stack,
The Majestical Land amazingly had not one single little lack.
“Marveling I tell you”! “Just down right Marveling”! 



Details | Free verse | |

The oldest man


This man of the past was a shadowy figure.
A moth flittering in the dusk,
covering the earth; 
all in silence's dust.


There was a time,
back when,
last time,
in this place,
are the words that come afterwards.
Before, there are many conversations
but not enough is said.
Much is shared, 
but most of it is repeats.
Original and deep are rare.
We hope that our eyes
and almost silent sighs convey all we hold within.

But the man of black cloak is ever patient
and ready.
To bear and take the loved ones away.
Like the cloud that slinks across the vista of the night sky
veiling the ancient ones that give hope,
they say it isn't all now, and it isn't all gone.
But now and for a while 
I'll be left staring at the cloud
that reflects no light.


Details | Free verse | |

Refuse My Offer

Sinking in sweltering fire 
Angst rooting me to the spot 
This denial-- feeding the liar 
I swim in no emotion...much like a robot

Drunk by the flooded regret 
Many the times you refuse my offer 
All the time you refuse it, it forms a flood; masked with a tidal suicide

Your hoarse whispers refusing my cries
Wanting the best of my anger 
Afflicting bafflement and torture
To a headstrong form

You wicked witch, 
You could never burn, can you?
Sweep me to your wicked plans 
Gaining witchcraft to burn out our limits 

Your encompassed spells makes us endure to your power
Your melting desire-- a sour,
Despicable sense of pride in your presence
Devours the paralyzing thoughts materializing into evil paradise 

You wicked witch, 
Could you ever burn, you cruel elder?

Your on the other side,
Tripping on eruptive highways 
Led astray by the senseless tide 
Materializing into erupting paradise 

Catch me in your web; 
get out of your corner, killer spider 
Drooling acidic lies on the pavement 
Led astray by fetching fatality in your entangled snare 

You already agreed to
refuse my offer 
Uncooperative in your 
bogus decisions 

I gave up persuading you to go the opposite direction
But your bogus arguments
Take advantage of my offer
And shriveled it in its denser reasonings

I'm a flaw to your 
sun-drenched heart 
I want to be apart of your belongings 
Tell me I'm not 
rotting in denial

You already agreed to
refuse my offer 
Uncooperative in your 
stranger decisions 

Your amusing, foolish girl
You have a giving heart
But yet you'll refuse my blissful offer

Mock my presence, foolish women
Remain a rueful scoffer 


Details | I do not know? | |

HOMAGE

A pious, mankind’s god,
Opted for his abode,
A secluded place
Amid untrodden ways

The white surf crown,
Behoves the emerald green ocean,
With the silver- sand beach,
Where he used to preach.

On that lone shore he left behind,
His foot prints on the strand,
Even the rising tide would not beat,
But pay homage to them and retreat!


Details | Sonnet | |

Master Blasters

Incredible as all of this may be,
And just as brilliant as our fate is,
You are my unique lift to my wiz!
So it looks like it is you or it’s me.
 
We’re in the winds and we both run free.
All of this is hers and it’s every bit of his.
Those two are master blasters put to quiz.
Together they locked eyes eternally to see.
 
They are dancing on the Moon,
Or they are singing to the Sun.
Their love has come too soon.
Now familiar renewal has begun.
 
They are in full bloom with a force that is most incredible to blossom,
What a glimmer in their glare they sand blasted out of awe to awesome!


Details | Sonnet | |

Parallel Universe

It’s a great day,
Just you and me,
The Sun I can see,
But you’re in the way!
 
I have lots to say,
Places I need to be,
Like the roaring sea,
But it’s turned to clay!
 
We walk and we sing.
With jumps and skips,
With the joy we bring,
But we are two ships.
 
It’s all transverse,
In a parallel universe!


Details | Blank verse | |

Strip Me

Strip me...
As you do, 
Youre claiming everything that I am
Youre seeing it all
Not just the physical;
The bruises,
The scars,
The imperfections,
(Even though thats just as hard),
But youre seeing what makes me
Who I am;
Youre stripping away layers of hurt
And pain in many areas;
Youre touching raw spots.
As you do this;
Youre stripping me emotionally;
Im letting you inside
By letting you see my body;
Im saying I want you everywhere;
Inside and out;
I want you to soothe 
The unsoothable parts
Im letting you feel me,
Touch me,
Do whatever you want...
Ive never known that kind of intimacy;
On the inside
Im trembling;
Im so afraid 
Youre going to see something
You dont like, 
Or dont want,
And that terrifies me;
The fact that you could hate something about me
And that could be a reason
To leave me...
I feel so insecure 
And I dont like it at all;
For your sake as much as mine.
I want you so badly, 
I want to let you in, 
Cuz I love you so much,
And youre the only person
I would let do this.
But I freeze up sometimes;
I dont know what to say,
I dont know how to feel;
Im just paralyzed with fear
Of rejection.
I hate that I didnt go all the way for you;
I feel like I don’t give you everything I want to;
And it sucks, like I don’t feel good enough 
And that you almost resent that
Im sorry, Baby for not giving it all
But it takes time I guess...
I dont know;
I want so bad to let you 'strip me'
Maybe next time I wont be so scared;
Its not you Im scared of;
Its me;
Whats going on in my head,
That I cant even explain;
Im scared Im not good enough
For you, 
And for myself...
That sounds messed up, 
And again,
I hate that Im scared,
Scared of putting myself out in the open
Completely like that...
It takes more courage than I have;
Maybe I can get that courage from you...
I want to...
I know I can...
I will...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

By The Way

It takes time to travel the dusty road it's a release from doing what your told, to 
walk a mile and disappear beyond the distance would you drop it all this very 
instant. Never look back and certainly no regrets all bet's are off so don't hold 
your breath, walking toward change I know it sounds strange maybe one day I'll 
try to explain. I'm not quite sure where this dusty road end's or even where it 
begin's, all that matters is time spend searching I feel I'm not alone the further I 
roam is it destiny that leads us from day to day only heaven knows. By the way I'll 
be back for the answers some day.


Details | Rhyme | |

lost over the rainbow

little light,
finds the way,
to a spot,
on isle day,
where rain will melt,
the frozen beat,
of the heart,
laid at your feet,
calm and sweet,
the spirit sings
where the childrens,
laughter rings,
over the rainbow,
down the well,
to the land,
where alice fell.


Details | Personification | |

Diamond Souls

Hearts of gold fused by two making me the only one,
Aries, “I am” is you to all of us who have only just begun.
Crystal clear the visions I seek, you are the one that is complete!
You are a diamond in the sky; I look and wonder why you’re at my feet
I wish, I wish for your beautiful brilliant shooting stars.
I pray, I pray for our dragging existing time you balance so very far.
If I had one then I’d have two and the more I’d give for you to share.
If I were, then I’d be again where you float through the sky on a dare.
In the midnight skies I see the diamond souls lined all in your corner.
But the “Archer” I am and the “Bulls-eye” I target from your former.

Flash by flash I see your lights and one by one they glare by my own given fate.
Inside and looking out, I see your brilliance aiming extremely high with my “God-given” bow.
The stars aligned like chicken pox spread from here to there and one of them my mate.
Outside and looking in, I see your intelligence and draw my arrow with a big lump in my throat.
If I could, then I would dash from here to there shining the Diamond Souls by my very own.
But the “Archer” I see what I know I am aiming for up on high and you my Aries, 
You just tempted your own fate with your diamonds on my “Royal Throne“.


®Registered: 2001   Ann Rich 


Details | Epic | |

Guide The Ship part 2

I know I keep on doing wrong moves
I keep failing...falling in a whirlpool of racketing frustration
I'm trying all my tries...so save yourself from drowning
Keep yourself entertained...there's no use of frowning

I guess I have to feel
My way out of trouble

You'll see what I have to show

Oh look! Look how the shores
Rise up in woe...blocking the view of sweet sunshine
It shows that light will always be with us
Though the raving waves swallow us alive

I guess I have to feel
Our way out of trouble

If you look even closer,
You will see fascinating colors
Shaping and forming in the life-giving sea

You'll see what I have to show

Finally we both see
A ship row on top of envious, captivity-like waves
Flowing gently and keeping itself away
From the lifeless, 
bottomless water

You'll see what I have to show

I could see color brushed against an island sky 
I grow more curious than ever
Where did that ship sail off to?
My mind is wanting to comprehend in this unsettling matter

So I have any idea of guiding?
I'm no skilled sailor or even
Have the knowledge to lead 
The ship to its destiny...
It may tip over a couple of times

Here I am...lying down...complaining harshly
I guess this is my farewell to you,
Tackling expedition

It only takes a courageous try
To guide the ship and say goodbye
To the quarrel-stirring waves
I scream:
"Behave, you water balloon head!
Go on and dry up till your dead!"

And here I am again
Roaming and spacing out
Who knows where... I wonder in despair
This task unwillingly pulls me in

I'm here after the expedition,
Knocking on the entrance corridor 
To learn some new sailor techniques 

I'm here to simply learn
A tip to replenish 
The possibility of the ship
Tipping and going overboard

This time I shouldn't discard
This remarkable opportunity 


Details | Free verse | |

Deny The Lies

Deny the lies
Remember the cries that I utter
I fear this...I fear that
Someone will eavesdrop
  
And deny those implicit lies
They don't see it
They won't believe it
I can't hide my confessions

My bones are no longer fit to fight

If you only knew what kind of rejections
I face every day
Now this world has turned away

Deny these filthy lies
Don't creep in on them
No one told me you were leaving
Stricken by words
Crippled by your powerless passions

You will never know
I have been tripped with your outbursts
Don't bother...leave me in the dust
You must
Return with all the hope you have left

Yet there's a feeling of betrayal
Your face is awfully pale

Disguise as a defender 
Don't be embraced by vultures
Run as you can...
Toil and misery is waiting beneath your bed with lacking, misleading eyes
Greed is rushing through me...your innocent...you could defend yourself

I am angry and torn by discernment 

Deny the lies
It's almost like a crooked radio repeating a verse that's dragging

Do you realize it is a reaction
That separated 
The truth and twisted it into violence

Acid is crawling side to side
Get ready to collide
I am wrapped in dripping lies
Deny this...I told you so

Enraptured deadness
Sweeps upon a destroyed village
We can explore it 
It would be unreal
We don't have to pay a deal

I hear your cries
But I can't help but remind you
Deny the lies

Though life's a trampled street

Deny the lies


Details | Free verse | |

I'm all about Satanic Prevention

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Like a chain game
how one thought leads to the next
how one epic leads you to the next
one piece uncovers the next thought
but it doesn't matter to me anymore

I'll be dead soon
and this is my ghost
haunting you in this little world
for being soo smart
thinking someone 
would read between my words

but I'm told
cheer up
it's not soo bad

non existent crime scene
shhhhh...i'm giving it all away
but it doesn't matter to me anymore
because this revolutionary
who knows too much
sheltering the youth all about prevention 
you're too stupid to immerse yourself in and see through

Your metaphor for a prayer
reaching out to officials who don't believe me 
and if they do
can't do anything with my suspicions
so why does it matter
give up all my secrets right here
and haunt you 
as you go from link to link
p[age to page
and find the nothing of how i am something
and realize the maze of this place of dwelling
is not blasphemy

Do you need to slide sweetie?
are you haunted like me?
does your father seem like hes no longer there?
just where do we go from here
and hes fat but you remember how just a few weeks ago
he was skinny


HO HO HO

I'm all about prevention
of satanic cult murders and malpractice and political wrong doings
sorry if i sleep through your chirping birds
and i'm lost in my little world
but one day you'll turn around and thank me
and i'll damn all the people who laughed at all my good intentions

but what does it matter
I'll soon n be dead
and this is my ghost here to haunt!

so figure out the puzzle
i tried
but you just did nothing
and i thought you d be smart?
like the people on the bus
like the college proffesors
or the detectives
or everyone else
they don't see i''m a visionary
a victom of too little too late


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Silent One

Who is living alive inside of you? 
Do you even really want to know?
Have you ever spoken to the one that is always speaking to you?
Are you stacking all of your priorities with any proper perspective?
You know it is your battleground or so this is how you make it seem.
A zest for life arises in you continuously only to later be continued. 
So abruptly, you have dismissed the silent one inside of you to go!
All because you were swiftly overpowered by your own self-greed 
Nevertheless, where does the silent one keep retreating off to?
The silent one holds onto every single chance for a timely thought. 
Even all of those improbable unachieved least possible dreams!

What is it that lives alive inside of you?
What makes you even want to breathe?
Have you ever really felt the one who is always feeling you?
Innocence is sweet standing in your way of a divine pleasure. 
Again, it is your battleground or so this is how it surely seems!
Your blissful moments are in the hands of the silent one inside. 
Again, poof vanished indeed this time without a trace or lead!
Yet, you are completely indulging in a definite feeling of gratified.    
Still yet, where does the silent one keep scooting away to?
The silent one holds every crystal-clear thought, 
Even the ones all of you will still clearly demean!

Who gives you to you? 
Have you ever once thought deep and hard into that?
A restricted area due to the danger foretoken, your battleground or so it seems!
Excitement swells up alive inside of you with ecstasy’s loud bursting screams!
The silent one is slipping away while verbal battles are fueling into a combat.
Overwhelmed by self-indulgence your every breath is thoroughly exhausted! 
Still yet, where in this world could your silent one be gallivanting away to?
The silent one holds your every thought, even those you have so deemed!
Now do tell, who knows you better than you do?
Have you ever given this up for a chance of much thought?
Have you ever seen the one that is always looking at you?
Conflict of interest guards the main entrance, the battleground or so it seems!
Enticed to indulge the silent one inside is finally caught when truly sought.
Lured by the sight at hand, but why did the silent one have to stay too?
The silent one holds your every moment in your every thought, 
Even those you always seem to unfortunately forget to redeem!


Details | Free verse | |

Evanescent Pastures

Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings 
Shades of green glistening in glory 
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley

A heart's main glee 
Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy

Bliss sinks in my marrow 
Pensive solitude, 
Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe 

Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until 
tomorrow
Together we'll make a strengthening converse 
Piety fitting in these periling times 

Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy
A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies
Childish features blurring my uncertain future 

Incessant in my trespasses
I draw near through deathly shadows
Moping in ceaseless torment 
Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement 

Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility 
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down, 
Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree 

Driven mad in knotting triumph 
Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum 
Numbed by flustering anxiety 
Cursing down this greedy society 

Whirling us back to 
Evanescent pastures
I'm dependent in this unordinary place
Though it leaves me with only disgrace 
Discontent by the isolated misfortune 

Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility 
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down, 
Fogging our interest of society, 
Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late 

Whirling us back to 
Evanescent pastures
Denying our repents out of revenge 
Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal 

Superb for a 
tranquilizing solitude  


Details | Free verse | |

Turning Anguish part 2

Missing a remarkable meaning in my life
I’m the woeful sacrifice
play me as the dice
on the solid table
and roll me and speak of a fable
don’t toss me 
like a valueless toy
brushing…echoing harsh envy
Heed to our last plea 

You’ll face dire rage 
giving no mercy to your desire
Are you aware you fed my wrath?

Mercy-filled bliss
don’t exist in this pile of vile
father…mother
Don’t bother to trace our passing ease
that we dearly missed

What could brew these ruins to love?
Disbelief covers my once kind heart 
conquered by avarice
Unforgettable doom,
has been written on our tombs,
sending us a last kiss of unmoved death
Giving us futility…
Leaving us without a breath

Behave and deal with
frightening bolts that dare
break us apart
and turn it to denied anguish

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
We all do our part in it
That’s the troubling truth
Toil cheers up the spoil
What could we do
to get us ahead of
Power?
stricken in toil
Separate the spoil 
that crumbles away like foil

Give us little power
and lift up the broken twin towers
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love

The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
Your sun will shun out strife
and be a kit to fix up concealed love
and fill us with
harmless love 


Details | Narrative | |

Searching

I walk and walk the many miles for you.
I give and give until I have nothing more.
I go on and on until I drop or fall,
But I’m searching deep because I search for it all.
Everyday I die more inside. 
Eaten alive by myself inside of my core,
Because I’m left alive with life that only I can sort through!
I just want to see the Sun rising up so full and so high.
I want to see the Sun set so huge with shadowing bits that glow.
So I’ll just believe in this strength that comes through you to me.
I search for you but why should I be the one who has to be one that believes?
Everyday I’m alone and it’s nowhere that I go,
Even when it’s my thoughts that I clearly identify!
I just want to see the Moon so round and so high beaming me into the glow of light.
I want to see the Moon peering through the lighter of my brightest day.
I keep seeing all of these cushioned visions of just you and me.
Searching for you gives me the sight of all that I am to see.
Everyday I beg and beg until I hurt that you will stay.
But I’m left alone with reality in sight.
I just want so much for you and me.
I even want the same air that you breathe.
I keep holding onto this strength that I am I feel I believe.
Searching for you I’m with all that I can ever be!
Everyday I’m straightened by what my eyes can see,
But now I’m alone with what’s left alive and what didn’t flee.
So I’ll just keep searching for you while I search for what will be the all of me.
 


Details | Personification | |

Never-Never Land

I stare out into this huge blue Sea,
And the waves, well, they just carry me.
My mind drifts so far away,
Because the Ocean is where I lay!
I’m off to never-never land once again,
So take my hand and let this journey begin!
I listen carefully to the Oceans roar,
The waves, well they just help me soar.
My mind relaxes with my day,
Because the Ocean is where I always lay!
I’m off to never-never land on a hunch for so much more,
So take my hand and let’s find new places we can both explore!
I can see blue water with big fluffy white rolls,
Waves, well they just capture my entire soul.
My mind just helpless with my day,
Well, it is the Ocean where I lay!
Off in never-never land I can always see,
A gigantic Ocean covering over me!
Far away in never-never land near the Ocean is where I always lay.
Lifeless in the sand is where I’ll always be.
So take my hand and be lifeless with me in the sand.
Together, just you and me on our journey to never-never land,
Just lifeless in the sand, together you and I and always we’ll be hand in hand!



© Copyright: 1997  Ann Rich


Details | Ballad | |

Only She Cries

What If I told You That I Loved you
would we care
would we die
 Chains surrounding Alice
Only She Cries
 
World Banished her
Love left her
all Alone
Melancholia presides over
 
Alice dies again
Will she ever reign
 
Will she ever see
what’s here to be
Only She Cries
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
Empty Without a savoir
Will She ever be cured from this
will she breakaway
Gaia couldn’t be so cruel
Just to wail away—Let the Banshee Crie
Just wail away the pain
wail away the pain
 
Enter my heart and you’ll see
that Was the only thing you could ever need
Alice; only she cries
let it show
That love never dies
Through Euphoria
through melancholia
 
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
You didn’t know
how you could save her
Only if you could her
Alice dies
Only she cries


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Ezra

Dear Ezra, 
Violets are blue, roses are red, 
i hate you and wish you were dead. 

You have spilt my blood and called me 
Names, 
But you have always though it was a game, 
Ive wondered the desserts, running form 
You, 

I shivered in the winter nights 
and fainted during the summer days, 
but now my memories have faded into the 
haze. 

I no longer live i feed off another, 
My blood always runs cold, 
My skin has become as white as silk 
You dont see me but im always there, 
Tearing your clothes and pulling your 
Hair...

 You hear my scream and soon you will see, 
Everybody will be gone your the only one left.. 

Violets are blue roses are red 
You have read whats ive said and now everybody u love is dead. 


My hounds will come for you eager to eat listen
to the radio tonight and listen out for a scream 

The moonlight is shining now, 
Its light so pure and stong, 
now im running to you
from infinity and beyond. 

You see me here now, 
pale as can be, My eves have smouldered, 
My hair has lightened my scream is high 
Pitched, swords appear from my hands i 
take the sharpest, i plunge the sword into your 
heart, my scream runs through your head, 

Violets are blue, 
Roses are red, 
You have heard my scream, 
and now you are dead.
    
  
             
    
             


Details | Epic | |

Street Walking Killer Part 1

The biggest red pumps
To boast her smooth legs
A tight mini skirt
To make the men beg
The reddest of lipstick
All men would then drool
To request her attention
They acted like fools
But for the right price
She was theirs for the time
An hour for plenty
But less for a dime
She smiled when finished
For there by the bed
She took more than money
But left the men dead
A calculating vixen
With motive to kill
But first her desire
Was to get a cheap thrill
She hadn’t a past
No future ahead
She loved all the men
But preferred them all dead
She needed to show them
Like her father before
This woman was stronger
More than a whore
She now showed the world
She was to be feared
For the “Street Walking Killer”
Made history this year
Twenty three men
Had met with their doom
After paying for loving
They died just too soon


Details | Epic | |

If I Cant Have You (No One Will) Diary Of A Stalker

All I asked  was for you to love me is that so hard huh?
Now look what you've gone and made me do now I've got to 
keep you here with me see baby this way you can never leave me
perfect in every way I say. Oh no sweetheart don't cry did I cry when 
you turned me down time after time and even that one time you called me 
sicko when I taped that love note to your car window huh my love. See Jenne
all you had to do was tell me that our love was true and we would be together
many nights through, look in my eyes baby tell me tell me you don't love me and 
choose your words wise if not were going to take a little ride. I'm a man with pride 
my sexy bride but nothing in the world was going to keep me from you I swore to 
you Jenne and now my wishes will come true because on this night I will make 
love to you. Don't worry honey I know this might sound funny but I'll use protection
because kids right now would be a big imperfection but one day my lady we will 
have the perfect family just you wait and see. It hurts my heart to see you laying 
there all tied up face all soak and wet from crying but I told you I wasn't  lying  
when you got me fired from my job because you were under the impression I 
was stocking you. How could you huh Jenne? no baby i love you and just 
because I've kidnapped you I hope this doesn't change your feelings for me. 
Just don't be afraid of me Jenne we will have a wonderful life together I'm your 
dream man Jenne I have money and power and now I've got the girl my darling
you are my world and I will kill anyone who try's to take you away from me Jenne,
If i cant have you (No one will). 


Details | Epic | |

Street Walking Killer Part 3

With a spot now to visit
The detective then knew
He’d watch the street corner
But stay out of view
Many had walked
This street in the night
So he had to be certain
And do this just right
He brought in plain clothed
To go undercover
They’d seek out the business
Of street walking lovers
Back to the rooms
All seedy and dark
The men entered in
Seeking their mark
When, one night a break
Had happened their way
One a regular John
Had a higher price paid
But in the same place
As the cops undercover
So they hoped for a jump
On this street walking lover
They discovered the room
With warmth on the sheets
A body to the side
Yet dead, not complete
It spoke just one word
Before it proved dead
The word he had said
Had sounded like “red”


Details | Epic | |

Street Walking Killer Part 5

By day she was dressed
With the finest of wear
A conservative sort
With pushed up red hair
So hard to believe
The dual role she had played
When to Law School she went
And appeared that she stayed
It seems that Sara Jenkins
Was a lawyer in the courts
Now a professor of law
With the main subject, Torts
Her father was a judge
Who, through scandal, had quit
He cheated on his wife
Who then died in a fit
That man was the reason 
For her mother’s suicide
He had never blinked an eye
When the mother had died
The daughter, now older,
Loved her mother so much
She had vowed against men
And their lecherous touch
She had promised, in honor,
That she’d make them all pay
From the butcher to the banker
And her father, who got away


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ESP: Extra Sensory Perception

ESP extra sensory perception
the ability of some to see the devil's deception
those that possess this extraordinary ability
agents of the Lord who can see what most others can't see
they have the gift to see the evils that dwells within
the hearts and the minds of the devil's men
a keen sense of observation
the acumen of revelation

ESP extra sensory perception
insightful and cognizant reception
in their mind's eye they see the wrong that has been done
the intuition to detect when the spiritual battle has begun
emissaries of God's truth and His light
sent to set those wrong deeds right
agents and earthly angels with the means to discern
children of God about true justice they are concerned

ESP extra sensory perception
the ability to uncover life's deceptions


Details | Narrative | |

Crack the Date

Guess what or guess who?

You shall sit old for I shall shape form and fashion your young.
Harkening heralds still laugh out loud bolstering it up with you.
You sound like a plummeting bee yet of all times now I’m stung.

Oh Really Now? 
Like I do not hear you?

If my truth is told then you are all that I can possibly do!
And poof! Your chord wraps only to get hung or strung.
You’ll still be silly but you’re just like a naughty old fool.

I know it,
And I know I know it!
I shall wait! 
While you knowingly remember to crack this once upon a time date?

Ah ha!

I scoff to my so be it with my most famous woe.
Obviously, you are late in my newfound state.
Now I am astonishingly confirmed as in lieu!

What does one do with the likes of one like you?
This is indeed my definite declarative stalemate?

I know you like I know myself,
I just know what I know I know!

So do check the date,
Or crack ye old mate.
 
 


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Lacrimal Horizon , Laskrizon pt 1of 2

Above , 
sitting atop a crested hill
solitary , but nary lonely
Agemo is what he answer's too
but question is alway's on his mind

His twin , Ahpla , calls him a dreamer
Agemo has grown to expect this
considering Ahpla's domineering demeanor
alway's suggestive to take without quarter
not understanding his brother's nature
how Agemo recieves more satisfaction giving
being there for the rest of the pack
helping to create a pleasant atmosphere

Ahpla's role as a tough , no-nonsense
protector , can show no weakness
he love's his brother Agemo
but at time's detest his obvious softness

But the pair with it's conflicting opposites
has found a way to oversee
those dependent on their intelligence
stern at times , yet comforting

Right now though ,
Agemo continues to watch
the rise of the moon's daily journey
wondering what tomorrow will bring.....

Ahpla and his twin brother Agemo
are the proud protector's
of a land called " Laskrizon "
a lush mountainous valley
nestled northwest by southwest
in the western hemisphere

Hidden to most , known only to few
legend tell's it , that Laskrizon
is a famed combination , called so
considering it's the last lacrimal horizon
the final portal , the last vestibule
where Nature hope's , and other's wait
uncertainty weigh's heavy here

The pack are guardian's of a secret
holders , protector's of a treasured jewel
only knowing , a time will come
the unknowing stirs an unease
but the honor bestowed keeps steady

Alway's a watchful eye to the sky
never was told what to look for
they believe they'll know , 
when the time arrives
anxiously awaiting
fortitude a definite calling here

The jewel is a stone
more so , a rough corpus
a veiny mass , 
crystalized in time from space
some have called it a seed from heaven
in the land of the two-legged 
it's been called many names
grail stone , philosophers stone
even the water stone of the wise

All the pack knows
is to protect at all cost's 
lest it falls into dire grips

The stone's purpose is unknown
easily overlooked at first glance
closer inspection reveals it's uniqueness
only under the light of the sun
distinct golden specks and threads
glorious in it's smallness , yet
simulating a galaxy of stars
with the spiral wynd of veins
a frozen beauty...........

( to be continued....)



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Street Walking Killer Part 4

Her hair now is red
The detectives now seek
Their efforts proved worthy
Didn’t waste a whole week
But another had died
While on duty that night
Now their intention’s to find her
Before the daylight
Had leads on the redheads
And took them all in
Some short and some fat
Some tall and some thin
Some shapely and cute
While others, no prize
But one of them did it
He knew, but surmised
Line ups? No witnesses
Questions? They grilled
At least thirty hookers
With lies they all spilled
But one, he took notice
Never did blink
Not a single time talking
Not even a wink
With nothing to tie them
They all been let free
With thoughts of the one
And if she could just be
He tailed her that morning
As she left on her way
To watch her, her goings
Throughout the whole day


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Gateway

When the storm has withered and you walk away,
Look up and then down and ye shall see my cloud.
Brisk but sweet I shall be and I shall shine so proud.
I shall move the winds and ye shall hear what I say.
 
I will take your voice and vibrate what you do pray.
I will come through you with a whisk so very loud.
I am the noises amongst every single blatant crowd.
Today tomorrow or yesterday I was there on that day.
 
I am inside of you and outside the court.
Bounced and planked I am the only one.
Itched and scratched I examine the port.
Faith or Grace I have just only now begun.
 
Time is you and time is me and I set you to my side.
I am a gateway that is so narrow or much too wide.

® Registered: Ann Rich 2007


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The Quest

“The Quest”


Mankind’s search for the truth
Our profound reason for being
A never-ending quest for answers
To the question often benign
Surrounds us daily in creations
Ever present purpose of life
The message is subtle yet clear
Meticulous in its infinite design

“Where have we have been?”
“Where are we now?”
“Where are we going?”
Existent thoughts without end 
Questions still unanswered
Instinctive but not yet found
Our odyssey finite continues  
Wherein life itself does depend 

Like Homers’ epic poems or 
Shakespeare’s tragic plays
Human beings have written
Of life’s endless day-dream
Infinite volumes describing
Our oft persistent nightmare
Choreographed to death’s 
Drumbeats delicious theme

Inevitable though fate may seem
Our journey through the crucible 
Of the final war to end all wars
This quest for answers will cease
Victory’s final cost benefit analysis
Will upon Almighty God’s return
Reveal all that is unknowable 
In infinite everlasting peace

© Eugene Harvey


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Street Walking Killer Part 8

Mr Tompkins had worked
As a mechanic nearby
The detective had found him
With little or no try
With questions to pose
Tompkins was then aware
What the detective was asking
And why he was there.
The charm he had bought
For a girlfriend before
She jilted him quickly
She didn’t want more
She said she could not
A relationship make
She then had dumped him
But the charm, she did take
The name he recalls
Sara Jenkins he said
When the detective’s eyes rolled
And all had turned red
That’s it, he got her
Is what he had thought
But now all he must do
Is make sure she’s caught
Tompkins had said 
He’d testify if need be
To put the killer away
To not set her free


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Guide The Ship part 1

All we really need is friendship 
It can fall apart...like a ship
Moving across the waves
Determined to wander more into the flow 

You'll see what I have to show

To be quite frank
I'm trying to yank
the ship upright
I'll break the strain and float abroad 

You'll see what I have to show

The only thing that I could do left
is open the door of endless freedom,
gliding at every directions 

Every time I twist and turn
like a madden bull,
Approaching his twerp 
That mammal can eat that human up
In a few bites...with an appreciative burp

The water seems to haunt me
Mocking me whilst making it's churn
I stand up... Trying to stay in balance

How do I guide the ship out of roaring waves
Spurting out with irrepressible laughter?

I must behave and do my duty right

I weaken in seasickness 
Growing unsteady at each turn of the splintering wheel

I'll try to forget my responsibilities at home
This expedition will be my highlight of my life

I guess I have to feel
My way out of trouble

You'll see what I have to show


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Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.
 


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. X

It was of such 
sorrowful decree,
these woes of 
trust and battles.
Months passed, though
only a few, for 
upon this span of 
chaos, the King's 
grief, strickened more.
Pregnancy. . . a bastard
child!  Poorest maiden
Geinere, her violation
by the King, the 
treacherous King.
Whil'st amidst the 
foul passions of 
the Luciferus,
guilt crept in and 
upon the majesties.
Geinere's time spent
in confinement, the 
guilt being nourished
within her womb,
tears, bloody tears
during this melancholy.
What could she do,
for the truth spoken
would just yield more
pain and suffering.
She would have 
to wait to meet
her Prince, if she
could even muster
the strength of 
confrontation.  How 
could she prove,
how could she derive
justice?  Her hopes 
of triumph wilting
as the days passed.
This doom of 
mutual closure.
Only glimmering
for the poor maiden
was news of victory
on the fields of 
blood and barter,
perhaps now a 
moment with Alarumdives.
She prayed he would 
find mercy and 
compassion and 
believe her words.
Poor Geinere,
the illness of the 
Raven and hereafter.


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The Birth of Excalibur

The fire’s intense serpentine flames
Reached high into the cold dark sky,
The hulking metal smith’s
Hammer swung true,
Sending sparks spraying far and wide.

Large beads of sweat
From his furrowed forehead
Sizzled on the anvil below,
His heart pounded wildly
Like someone beating a drum
As the fire cast an eerie glow.
   
The metal being shaped
And worked with great care,
Had now been folded
Exactly one thousand times,
The sound reverberating
From the metallurgic work
Was indeed a very good sign.

The metal smith paused
To admire his work
By the glow of the fervent flames,
He pondered for a moment
About the secrecy of this task
And from whence this metal came?

Such questions seemed odd
For a man who normally
Makes a living
Crafting simple tools,
“Ah, it matters not!”
The metal smith spoke aloud
As he dropped the item
Into a barrel of water to cool.

A great billowing cloud of steam
Erupted as the mysterious metal
Eventually cooled to the touch,
And to the metal smith’s surprise
He quickly realized,
The metal now, did not weigh as much.

And so the procedure continued
As one craftsman after another
Labored for days to come,
Then, at long last,
The complicated task
Was completed, it was finally done!

An exquisite work of art it was
Intricately designed,
With the finest precious metals
And gems,
The razor edge was unrivaled, 
Fully capable of piercing stone,
Its solemn royal purpose: was to defend.  

  
 
 

 
 

  
 

  


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Confessional Coversation

The lived says:
   I'm stuck in this rut called life.

But why? says the Priest.

The Lived says:
   Because i am weak. I have no money, no place to go, no one to help or care for 
me. I should just give up and end this dark spiral omen that haubts me.

But why? What would you do? says the Priest.

The Lived says:
   I'm going to end it all, let go of all this pain and suffering I have to deal with, 
knowing what's inside. I'm going to kill me so I can be with me.

Why, just who are you? says the Priest.

The Lived says:
    What, you don't know who I am?  My name is the Lived, and i am Legion, fore 
we are many. And there is too much of me, i can't take, so I will take myself out.

But you are not legion. You are Lived, your name means to live and to have lived.
Says the Priest.

The Lived says:
   But I am Legion. My name is not The Lived. It is Lived backwords, not Lived 
itself. And i have lived, now it's time for me to not live.

Where did you get this crazy idea my child? You are Lived, and you should live 
your life. The lord have plenty Of great journeys for you to take. Don't you want to 
take them? Says the Priest.

The Lived says:
   Sure, I would take them. You know I feel better now. The lord also told me you 
have a journey to take as well.

Did he now? And what is that my child? says the Priest.

The Lived says:
  That you will die now.


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Paradiami

I once stood alongside two Eagles pure graded in breast plated armor.
The one to my left I set free to love my innocent little white doves.
And the one to my right I dared to never leave my sight with little ole Pallor.
I left to spread the Eagle’s wings of merit soaring from far away and up above.

My Four horsemen flew on chariot wings with my four Golden Cups of Charis.
I stood up on the clouds and organized my Swordsey’s divine little palace.
The rainbows were blossoming around thrones of my precious manipulating Chaos.
I took two wings from the Eagle’s nest and kept them from falling completely off.
Then there was my balancing Scaler, behind his little trot there’s this forget me not.

I went further down and made myself quite the Amazing little conductor.
To the left of that shall be the Shadows of Webber’s with his dynamic dual detector.
To the right of this shall be the Beamers to Visor’s ultimate fine tuned selector.
Then I shall weld my shields for Justice with Timers s incredible invincible reflectors.
In the center of all of this my Blotcher’s shall send Dejavu’s to my blinding receptors. 

When my signals blare I’ll see Sweeper with Creeper and Snickers all on one perfect flight.
That’s when I will look up to the one to my left and the one to my right.
Then the Stars will gleam and flicker as I shatter both you Eagle’s with my true light.
Then you Eagles will know Paradiami is soul mated to love’s faithful glorious might!
 


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A Slight Perchance Merry

Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature 
immortal,
for there we are.

Again, and again,
we do sojourn.

I am yes... so 
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.

There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a bit John Dee, an Angel at the 
Window.

If thee suffer, dire 
agonies, a bit widowed.
Be a courageous summoner
of spirits, altruistic
virtuous.

A graceful tidbit
of gentle music, 
in utero, a triad teaching,
Wolfgang Mozart, toi Asmodeus.
A whimsy fair-gypsy lady,
a mythological Magic Flute,
mine you yearn to play,
a malady.

A Hermetic philosophy
suggest a whee Feminist.
Duality Luna, luminary
A trois, virgin Diana,
suggest an Agrippa von 
Nettesheim.

Le Mors, history past
Beelzebubian, 
a' tres joli
Cherubian.

Attainability
cerebellum, cerebrum 
vena sacrificulus, 
parry only valerius, 
Heroine erroneous.

Divination, divinity
hence, epicus Mortuus.
A fancy Miding Mallecho,
mysteriosis.

An Apparition
proclaiming amnesty,
apparthied.
Come once humanity,
come twice, Judaeus
Christio.  Our souls
allied.

Furthermore, henceforeward
questioning Faith and its
epitome of Fable.  
Through an act of man 
to woman fine, 
young, and able.

Sexuality in visionary
quest, Ceasarian
Tantrism.
A renounce all knowledge
flesh, "invisible mistresses,"
consummation "'isms'. . ."
my "Miss."

Divinitas tetigit
Excelso Anxietic.
Mysticus Dolor. . . 
Heavenly angel Ovus,
as we soar.

A gayly expressive,
our Osirion knowledge
progressive.  
An abundance exuberated, 
serpent wisdomatic,
A co-union of spirit, momentarily
spurratic.

So, oui my love, romance
E plurubus scientific.
A yield, yours and mine,
Seraphic.

Transmutation, Aquarius y
Angelique, a beautiful devas
kingdom dynastique, 
a new world of expressive 
faerie.
Forevermore, forevermore. . .
A slight perchance merry!


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Thunderstorms

booming thunder
far away.
blinding lightning
illuminates the room.
rain pounding 
against the tin roof.
cars swim
through the flooded streets.
thunder again.
closer.
louder.
like a gunshot
ringing in my ears.
people outside
running for cover.
rain slows
but only slightly.
i hear faintly
the familiar wail
of the siren
"get to safety".
all this i watch
while safe 
and warm
in my room.


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Clash

Vanquished supremacy unheeded aggression silenced by convenient 
misfortune, hate-inspired situations seen as insufficient served a purpose of 
deliberate lies. Decency has lost all morale a savory demeanor obviated with 
every stench of passing days, the ambitions of these April criminals shifted the 
balance of world power a famous reprisal stood in return the opinions of a few in 
times not earned. Outrage and out cries in tradition they turned a blind eye false 
expectations and absurd accusations used to impose honorable shock and 
awe. Improbable defeat the ultimate clash of concentrated might to orchestrate a 
final scenario the machine of revolution and the beating of the war drums has 
reached it's prime. What will emerge from this clash of enormous burden 
preemptive pain will be sought in vain a permanent conflict will prosper, 
extraordinary times are always flawed by design.


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. V

Geinere's frailty
was that of an abandoned 
child, lost in the world.
Her hurt was so that 
of anguish and desperation,
her heart burdened by
his hateful words.
His domineerance, his
drunken righteousness,
protruding as a writ 
man.  A careful prodigy
was he, as his stupor
conceited to arousal
and a display of power.

"Geinere, calm thee now.
Closer, though not
as baffled, as I, for 
you are in dear service,
fulfilling thee!  Serve 
your King graciously."
"My lord, pray thee no. . . ."
"Our bitter wench felt, 
be this night, hence everafter,
I make thee worthy, art
the entail."

Tears erupted from poor Geinere.
Her soul departing as the 
King's demands advanced.
Her innocence and essence 
robbed of her, cheated now always, 
a sullen amort.  Her woes,
her unheard cries, her 
tender virginity taken
from her, now left mad,
sadness and melancholy, 
would be her muse.  
Pain, 
agonizing sorrow, 
though unrightly welcomed.
For upon this eve of 
tyranny and degradation
a seed of humility was 
planted with no roots 
of nurturance.  The 
passion shed would remain
a scar upon the royalties
of a forgotten King
and instill a harlotry
of peasant virtue upon 
the dear maiden 
and this dire kingdom.  
As Geinere unwillingly
embraced the bastardly 
disobedience of the 
King and his dark
vespers of misery, her
turmoil greatened,
her flower taken,
her essence floundered.  
The act maliciously foresaken.

"Oh angels, plentiful,"
chimed the King,
his behemoth of 
propriety and lust 
now ripe with vigor.
"In thy hopes of your goodwill,
overpowered, as vassal
actress, a call for 
repeal."
"Begone Geinere!
Out of my chamber,
accusations found,
for I am certain, upon 
your unwanted fulfillment
of matrimony.  A 
gift of guilt for you 
hereafter!"
The night faded 
as a moon blush tainted,
fell from the heavens.


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Questions

There are so many things that I'd like to know
but the questions i ask are answered so slow

Like reality!

All time and space why is it so?
And
Why do we think and why do we know?
Why do we live?To reap what we sow?
And when we die where do we go?

What is this life and what is it for?
Why do we live and why do we war?
And for all that we see is there something more
That lies beyond sight that we need to explore?


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The Darkest Secret

They move about behind the scenes,
Between the dark and horrid screams!

They leave a trail with icy breath,
That follows through with certain death!

They follow quick,and follow fast.
They lead with howls of hollow past!

You cannot run,you cannot hide,
Until their thirst is satisfied!

But noone knows unto this day,
The darkest secret,who are they?


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Street Walking Killer Part 7

She thought she was smart
Never leaving a trail
Soon this ride she’s on
Would most likely derail
For the charm held the key
That she had not seen
The giver of the charm
Would soon make the scene
The detective had found
What store made the charm
The jeweler made one
That was cause for alarm
Sold to a young man
Almost a year before
With credit it was paid 
Now to even the score
The name on the slip
John Tompkins it said
Was all the he needed
The detective then fled
Then back to the station
At the computer he sat
To find Mr Tompkins
To find him at that
It appeared he’s in town
Address not too far
So he ran from the station
And went to his car


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Street Walking Killer Part 9

Now, issued a warrant
With a team to arrest
Detective went to get her
When she’s at her best
In front of her class
With shields there in tow
He cuffed her, read rights
And took her to go
Back at the station
The light in her face
He questioned her again
With a look not erased
He told her of evidence
There now to convict
She’ll be doing her time
And this she can’t lick
Her lawyer had dummied
As she admitted her guilt
She proudly had stated
The many she killed
She told of her reasons
Her mom that had died
The detective didn’t care
With hopes that she’d fry
Now locked behind bars
Awaiting her day
She knew then for certain
She’s going away


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Street Walking Killer Part 6

The detective now had
Some motive through facts
Which may have given reason
To the many attacks
Though valid, the motives,
Weren’t a reason to kill
He still couldn’t see
How she got all her thrills
But it wasn’t the thrills
At all, that she had
It was a feeling of revenge
That made her feel glad
Deep down in her heart
The crime had laid bare
For she found her mother
As she hung in the air
The image of her death
Had lingered deep and long
So murder is her option
Which can never be wrong
The detective he knew
Proof is what he needs
He must find it now
In order to succeed
So dig now? He shall
He’ll turn over every stone
He’ll get what he needs
In jail, she’ll be thrown


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Street Walking Killer Part 2

The detective was outraged
Upon reading the news
They made her a hero
The police were abused
He knew he would get her
He’d find her, he swore
He would stake his career
On finding this whore
She may have been cunning
But wasn’t that smart
So he knew he’d arrest her
And take down the tart
Though months had gone on
With nary a clue
Time was approaching
He would give her, what’s due
With one piece of evidence
A charm from a chain
He hoped he would find
The owner, a name
He pounded the pavement
For his daily quest
Was to question young women
Those scantily dressed
For he knew she was one
Of the many who sold
Their bodies for trinkets
A lifetime for gold
When about to give up
One day, toward the night
One questioned young girl
Had shed some new light
She thought that she’d seen
This charm once before
On a girl on the corner
Of Beacon and Fourth


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Intelligence..so hard to explain..

Our game is joyful and it is already 
tommorrow for me, my king, so i will praise
my eternal soul, tommorrow of the day when
time stopped and the ticking inside my head
has ceased to desist and i can speak again
knowing full well that the ticking will come
to life again and again as it was before...
is it not the fine logic of ones tainted 
mind of the young but the old and demented
learn the faster but decease the faster as
the young ignore the knowledge they were
born with as they read what they already
know but still fail in this world of....
Beautiful...
Watching you and waiting, in the dark or
in the light...no matter, he's there no 
matter what, but it will happen as the clouds fall and hit the earth as the dirt rises 
as the clouds and stain the horizon murky brown and the water glistens 
beautifully as the clouds shroud it with 
mist of the fine condensation of the water
which used to be the limit...
alas know not who thy are, thy speak 
nonsense as thy speak to thy skainsmate,
try not to picture what a head off a body 
would look like, you know do you not that
the.....
God and Devil are my friends, I need to know
them, but the devils still beating his wife
....and God is just trademarking everything
....and the sun is still out but the rains
still there..hello...


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Mansions in the Sky

The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
 Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich  2006


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Emilé

The evening air blows twice as fair
when it is kissing her sweet strands of hair
to glimpse her rosy cheeks, perchance her eyes
any passerby would swoon.

Down the street the lamplights flicker on
a feeble gesture, half in vain
for any light forfeited by the sunset
is given to the moon.

And where it’s wanted shadow still creeps in
Observe! Behind a mule cart sits
bundled up in robes and motionless
the sweet girl prior mentioned.

Horses’ footfalls echo from the sides of shops
and disappear as masters drive
into some warmer corner
of the cold Parisian night

As well pedestrians shuffle by
at somewhat slower pace
and but the smallest turn their gaze upon
the pauper woman’s face

But none can see, but none can see
into this sweet girl’s reverie
the chillness in her breath
is the only sign she gives

Her eyes are closed, and now she flies
through darkest depths of mind to happier times
one summer evening on a porch
beside her lover true

When gaze is not transfixed upon the other
drinking from the depths of melancholy passion
it gorges itself upon the greenest grass
like heifers lowing on the hill

or bunnies bounding through the field
or crickets chirping in the reeded orchestra
all similes reveal themselves at twilight
to those in love, in elevated sight

and minds are read, so no surprise
can narrow further catlike eyes
when her lover true decides
to reveal to her the truth

“Upon this eve I have received
a letter from the Guard, with intent
to draft me into the army
as the gears of war are turned

you know how much I long to stay
within your arms until my dying day
but I’ve heard tales of those who tried to flee
many try, and none succeed

so in a week I’ll board the train
the line from Marseilles to Lorraine
and write you letters every night
until the morn that we shall hold each other tight”

And no words formed upon her lips
the falling leaves told all
but when they kissed tears did form inside their eyes,
rolled off, and mingled in their mouths.


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The Story of Abram And Lot

From the Bible, there’s a lesson to be taught: The story of Abram and his nephew Lot. Their herdsman argued. To separate they did choose. But Lot was the one who really did lose. He chose the city of Sodom— filled with wickedness and sin. Grieving the heart of God once again. To live in this city was his choice—his own fault. It was his wife that turned into a pillar of salt. He later sinned with his two daughters whom each had a boy. But it was Lot who was robbed of a Godly joy. Please watch where you go and what you say. You’re to represent Christ every day! Evil company corrupts good morals— your spiritual life will rot. Ending up in compromise— as did Lot! By Jim Pemberton


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The Flying Casket

amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball

within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished



In Memory Of 
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg 

{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}


Also Entry For
Brian Strands 
Indelible Impressions Contest


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. IX

"For the mighty woes
of our desperation,
our much need'd embark,
an appraisal of 
valor.  I must 
lead this army
to uphold virtue."
Prince Alarumdives
strode upon, seeking 
the contempt of his 
desires.  The King and 
his bastard portrayal,
left feelings of emptiness,
though closed.
Upon awaiting the 
outcome of this 
mighty showing, he
did bring forth
the maiden, Geinere.
"Your blasphemies supposed,
confuse me woman.
Conjurer of elementals,
this sudden mise of 
war.  How you?  How
you Geinere?"
"A dove's cry, a 
looming hawk, nowhere
to be found, this 
bit of fear, for your 
filth and dishonor,
I will concede.
I am at no mercy
for you, this meditation
of murder and failing
innocence. . . ."

II.
For the tempest 
and its accusal.
The portrayal at 
no delay.  Be it 
sorrowful, melancholic,
poor Geinere, her 
burgeoning grave, 
the king's declaration.

"Poorest dear, the 
gleeful glances you will,
appreach'd of lechery,
this wise King fallen
upon."
""These battles brought 
upon this kingdom
from afar. . . the Gods,
surely their vengeance 
for this decadence 
and disgrace!"  Geinere 
spoke with Venusian 
flame.
"You, oh glorious
you Geinere,
debauched, acts 
of such mindful
lusts, betrayal, a 
moment's freedom
no more, imprisonment,
mischievous!"

To no delay,
Geinere, under way.
For the mournful
maiden, the deceitful
treachery, so falsely
accused, this bitter
resolution, patience
her virtue.
Geinere, speaking
sharply as her pride
erupted, questioning
the royalty she was 
to respect and admire.

"Why, why this unfathomable
beast, and its deafening
capture, the hypocrisy
and its right, falling
from grace, may there
be victory, for my
Prince and his love.
The Gods, I do ask,
betaking repentance,
this kingdom of Martyr!"


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Within, the Secrets of Whim

As to when,
the pen falls eerily.
The sadness of lust,
a perilous dusk
for thee that settles 
upon the many wary.

As Edgar's Lenore,
reminded,
the Crow's greed
and nestle.
There spied the 
Raven,
crying for thee
the more merrily.

When lovers' qualm
exacted by traitor,
the courtships of 
evermore befallen.
The arduous array
of made up serenity.

This fate of endeavor,
by virtue a Luciferus
fate for all.  As
pride brings forth
the epic of death,
an epitome of 
angel tyranny.

As hurt and loss
gives way to 
pain and admiration,
the feelings of turmoil
to squall, as decadence
and poetic duration.

When the fruit of 
thine, your own merriment
of pleasure, the tragedies
of myth, of present, and 
of now, found only to 
riddle life's cessation.

Of need, of ignorance,
of majesty, an infinity
of the divine.  There 
lies within, the secrets
of whim, shared your 
good wife to mine.

As the penniless plot
the treasure of devilish
wanton, a fortuitous
abandon of thee,
perhaps a chance 
prick, nay an Edgar
once daringly. . .
a ripe shaft of vein.

When the virtue of 
nothingness, outwits
the logic of reason,
there lies the devil
grinning amidst 
treason.

As Gods shed their 
Grace, and Goddesses 
parlay the hearkened
measure.  The knowledge
of gay ole Lucifer, 
their brother, 
their undine
of Seraphic treasure.

As the winds that chime
and as the clouds that billow,
questions we
can not, our love
the lesser.


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From Out of the Blue (The Meeting) Part 1

She told me to meet her at a quarter past ten
By the old five and dime on Main
She said it was important, I just couldn’t wait
To see that lovely face again.

She was a beauty, you see, in college she was it;
The girl who had it all and more.
She could have had anyone in the school back then.
I questioned, what was I for?

We drifted apart shortly after graduation, you see.
She traveled Europe. I, well I had no funds.
So when she called me this night from out of the blue
To her, her arms, I was ready to run.

From out of the darkness, streetlight now on her face,
Casting shadows and hiding her years,
She was still radiant, still had the beauty of a rose
Then she spoke and warned me of her fears.

Her husband, a senator, was mad on her tracks
For something she had overheard
She immediately needed the safety of another
I said, “come’, before she said another word.

It appears he had been taking some money on the side
From an inscrutable lot of sorts
If word got out, if it was leaked to the press
He’d die or go down in the courts.

I told her she was safe here, with me for the night.
She said, she somehow knew she would be
I set up the couch, the intended place of my sleep
Then settled in and talked over tea.


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Demonface Dream

Tonight was awful, full of fright I hope I never encounter the same night Through demons and goblins and wicked, too I don't think I've ever felt this color blue My friend won't talk to me at all I wasn't myself and I gave into the fall Someone or something I think possessed me I think I spoke to an angel from above the trees He spoke real old, as old can be I think he tried to set my demon free I'm not sure it worked as he had planned The demon got pissed off and went back to the damned This angel was gorgeous and full of life And I think he brought with him a wife I can't remember all that was said I just know tonight I absolutely did dread The angel spoke tongues and I think asked my name But I don't think the demon played his game But today I wake full of gleam I guess last night was my demonface dream


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' The Siren Odyssey

Once, A Time, I Was Accused To Be
Like A Siren of The Sea
As Ones In Ulysses’ Odyssey
but, No … That Was Not Me …

Those Sirens, Lured To Death
They Were Lethal Temptresses
Like Myth of Cursed Lilith
Or Like Real-Life, Eve Transgressed

They, With Beauty, and Beckoning Ropes Hung
Bound, Beguiled-Men in Rose-Blossom Arms
And Spoke with Honeycomb-Tongue
But Whose Hearts, Held Hidden Harm-Swarms …

No … I Should Not Be Compared
To Those, with Honor So Blurred
I Have Only Shared and Cared and Bared
… So, In What Way, Have I Erred ?

It Took Many Years To Be
And Much Salt-Water To Rinse Free
From What Others Say and See
And Drown Out Complexity

Yea, I Do Call, I Do Agree …
but, I Sing To The Brave and Eternity
And When I Pray … It Is Holy
And for A Soul's Safety, Only

Oh Yes, I Whisper, Clean and Sweetly
And My Tone Thrills or Trills So Softly
And My Voice Can Arch With Ecstasy
Or Timbrel in Throes – Dawn to Dusk, Sultry

And I Speak Words, As Perfumed Nard
Speak Words, That Leave A Silken, Silver Cord
Or Speak Words of Double-Bladed Sword
… After All, I Am A Female-Bard

And I Want To Learn and Recite More Victories
And Teach Each Other’s Verbatim-Stories
Discover Each Other’s Verbal-Mysteries
And God and My Lord’s Vocal-Oratories

And With The Moon, As Symbol-Shield of Light
Yes, I Rise To Conquer Oblivion-Nights
I Keep Faith and Courage, In Sight
Aglow for Good-Guys and Cowboy-Knights

I’m A Sensual-Woman, and of Sacred-Things
I’m Emotional, Yet … Aim For Deep-Think and Dreams
Now, Some Called The Lord A Glutton, for Eating and Drinking         ( Matt. 11: 19 )
So Some Call Me A Siren, ‘Cause They Want Me To Stop Speaking …

But, Worthy, Be The Ear, That I Speak To
And Shyly Cry and Whisper … My Secrets To
And If Only A True-Higher-Calling, Will Do
Then, I’ll Sound, That Siren, For You …

This Is The Siren Song, You Hear
 Not One, For You To Fear
My Volume, is not Too Loud, But Clear
Singing, Avoid Shadows, Avail Cheer ! !

No … I’m Not Some Fish-Tale Mermaid of The Sea
More Like A Lighthouse, Guiding To Rock, See:                         ( Deu. 32: 4 )
Ever Glowing, Ever Orbing … Audibly …
The MoonBee - Siren Odyssey

Once, A Time, I Was Accused To Be
Like A Siren of The Sea
As Ones In Ulysses’ Odyssey
but No … That ' Isn’t ' Me …


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From Out of the Blue (The Conclusion) Part 3

Leaving the room, we had stolen a car for speed
One, to not ever be traced.
We hit the highway after an hour of driving
And felt we had won a race.

Releasing a gasp, she looked at me and she spoke
Saying, once, she had loved that man.
Now, in the light of the true way he feels and threat he made
She is happy, with me, that she ran.

We stopped at a store for a video camera and tape
Then stopped at a remote location
I taped her entire story, the facts and the dates
Her husband’s taking a long vacation.

With the tape in our hands, we drove to a city
Stopping at the first TV station
We dropped off the tape and left there real soon
Leaving his fate to the entire nation.

With his fate now sealed and our destiny now set
We drove to get the nearest plane
Two tickets to paradise are what we bought next
Around here, you will never see us again.

We found each other again for the strangest of reason
But, we both are thankful for the fate.
We will never misuse, or mistrust, or deceive one another
For our love will never again wait.


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A Mandrake's Gesture: vol II.

The maiden's nipples 
swollen, her bosom
flush with excitement,
hailing her goddess as 
she slighted very 
eloquently, puissant.
The goodness they
shared was of sinful
reproach, a somber
obedience of lovers'
admiration.  
The dusk laden sky 
flickered with prose, 
the sorrows of
Belial's romance of lost
mysteries and his 
vengeant domineer,
his bravado, his 
masculinity, cascading
like spirals  of chaos
and the chimes of 
instilled darkness
climaxing to the 
sojourn of forbidden 
pleasures.  
Gently now, 
Belial eased this 
fair lady to her lover's
demand, her patience
swelling between her
thighs, burning. . . 
eternally.
- - - - 
I.
Awoken from a dream,
a fair common was she,
her beauty unsurpassed
only by her soulful 
demeanor and natural
prelude.  Her femininity
and subtle prowess
always the victor,
her passion a hearkening
rose upon a lonely
desolate scorn.  Her 
feelings a bit feverish,
there now, nothingness
and the harlots of 
misery and the massacre
of saintliness.   The venom
there pulsing now,
was evermore raspy,
and only to the 
delight of our royal
antiquities, vespers 
of envy, of anger's delight,
of beckoning glee, a 
madman's exuberation to
the deafening hysterias
of mischief's vertigo.  

A marriage. . .
arranged, a stiffening
King to his Prince's 
triumph over darkness.
Yes, this common peasant
and her divine bounty
was as a peril of Eve 
searching for her lost 
Eden.
There being no more 
reprise, bitter, for her
burden, she was to share.
Somber eyes and 
a broom for everyone
to take hold.  Yes, the 
beauty of a fair maiden
this, so vast and of
such masterful drab, 
splendor to all of 
the shared treasures
in spirits.  

Rage!
A taunting basilisk,
enslaying our vat of 
christendom and devotion.
To this day, of prayerful
morn, maiden Geinere, 
awoke, scarlet fever.


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Little Dish...

Little dish of a thing tiny and humble,
standing tall at the heart of them all,
hose in hand a quiet thing. Said hi to me.
Right there at the beat of the Dark Tower
and I knew before a second or an hour,
that it's true. I said hi to her too.

Her mind carries the Uni.Verse. Not three
digit but more in her eyes, I could see it
recognized. Little dish of a thing washes
the dishes I bring. Sever passes dirty
the plates to sea a washer washing
inside the machine. We said hi on day 2.
Again.

"Do you know high math" when you wash?
Eyes gleaming behind the mist and noise,
the Washer kept watch with silver poised,
for the cleaning. Her layer is steaming hot
and her eyes scream know me not... but,
I befriended her anyway.

Because she plays. There in the Passage and
framed in the Gates our eyes met Lights in a
beam of water and steam our eyes, both gleam.ing
Sounds of the machine are screaming and Time
isn't moving as we See. You are Me echoes
two in recognition in Vision, In Number. Old
schooled and humble in silent knowing we stood
passing the dishes to and fro in and over the
flow of water, eyes burning with a knowledge of
the Ancient Great Fire.

And we hug in exchange of a glance
.... called recognition. Little dish of a wish
I made came true when she called me by
a friendly name too. Then we shook hands
knowing that we'd speak again.
Our arrangements set firm.

The Washer faded Way then.... her eyes pull
back into the Myst and the dishes bang. Only
silence now from the machine...

Good work began...
In a Great Friendship, Just. Beginning.

~In Universal Understanding~
~There Came a Great Land.~


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A Misfortune

In a special way, I search my every day.
I’m all cried out by justice I now scream.
I have much to say with my words I pray.
From reality to delusion, but yet a dream!
 
I tell you I am surely the crop of that cream.
Now I can stay or I can go on about my way.
You may reject me or accept me as supreme.
Every single day generates my hands at play.
 
Bottomed out or just plain downright silly,
I could care the least towards the very best.
Or, I can sit here and say OMG! Oh Really?
Maybe I should armor up in a cast-iron vest.
 
If only everyone already knew about their one golden frowned upon rule.
Perhaps a misfortune will shear a few jewels stopping the two timing dual.
 



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' Death ... Trapped In Time '

… Death … is being Trapped in Time …
where you no longer exist… or Soul-Climb
Time reverses You… then It Stops
when there is no use for a Body-Clock
and where there’s nothing left to Find
… Death … is being Trapped in Time

If You Think I am being Harsh in View
go Check a Casket… You will see it’s True
Dig to a Grave… Go open A Tomb
Only worms and maggots, Move in that Gloom
and Decaying Flesh and Bones, turn to Dust           Gen. 3: 19
or only Ashes in an Urn… or Autopsy, that’s Us

… There is no Past, no Present, No Future
There is no Motion, Whatsoever
No Breathing, No Knowing What Happens or May      Ecc. 9: 5
Everything is Wiped Away
for You, there is no Day to Day
where You Lay… is Where You Lay

… It’s a Jail-Cell, with Unavailable-Key
Soon… You won’t even Be
And The Only Truth, That Sets You Free
Stays in The Almighty’s and Son’s Memory               Mal. 3: 16 … John 11: 24, 25 
But, if You treat Them, like the Enemy
There is no Parole, or Pardon… Not Any                    Matt. 12: 32

… in Death… there are no Dreams
No Ghost Wandering, No Unholy Schemes
No Haints Scaring and Bringing Suffering
… These Things are from The Darkness (or Honest-Imaginings)
God’s Divine Love is First To Bless 
The Beloved Dead… Rest in Peace … Unless …           Matt. 12: 32

… You will never have a Moment, Never Again
You will never meet Loved One, nor A Friend
You Have No Remembrance in ‘ That ’ Time-Frame
for You are Paralyzed in Time’s Chains
… not Conscious, no Feeling, No Life Force
You… are no longer Visited, by That Source               Rev. 20: 14, 15

There is no Travel, Once Its Done …
Time, got Stuck on You … When Death Begun
Pressed-Frozen, Pitch Black, No Air, No Life-Sign
Death… is being Trapped in Time
 an Unmovable-Fire… and Suspended Flames
That Won’t Release, What’s Trapped in Its Blaze

And Trapped in Time… is a Place So Still…
That Nothing There Too Long… Can Remain Real
But God, Has A Promise, for You and Me
( … that’s if You Move Towards Eternity … )
And He Warned Us … Not To Lag Behind …                            Matt. 25: 10 – 13
‘Cause God is Taking Death … and Trapping ‘ It ‘, In Time …   Rev. 20: 14


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Five Glychostones

There’s five glychostones and they’re hid very well.

One is a link to the future of a God given Grace.
One is a key to all of the boxes stuffed with mail.
One is a code to an ancient mystery and is a case.
One is a seed that grows throughout all the lands.
Moreover, the last is a main element for survival!

So we go journeying for the glychostones in the kingdom halls up in hands,

What a redemptive Holy revival!
Hands in hands they shall all go.
Not one, but two knows their way.
Just hope and always, always pray!
And never simply say I don’t know!

Just search for the five glychostones enriched in its purest true value,
Moreover, each has essential life sustaining merits of valor or honor, 
Hands fill up in the sands when the farmer awakens inside all of you!

Just search for five glychostones and seek to explore all you can do,
Each glychostone reaps in merits and honors ordained pure and true.

You will find every single one of them decked out in crystallites’ blue!
You are splendid with many abundant blessing hands upon your lands!


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III. Silence

Nameless, the feeling
describable
only
in		picture
The scene
		EMBLAZONED
on yr retina, the morning
A dock, a rock, the setting sun
bark slap whrrr laughlaugh
chooooord
		and
			silence.

Four desks are pushed together
and four kids titter as the teacher walks by
I whisper to my friend something secret
	CUT IT OUT
	BACK TO WORK
bellows the teacher
		and
			silence.

Furious scribbles of self-pity after the Algebra test
a note dropped in Her locker.
No response
		and
			silence.

A thousand live trees rise all around me
each leafdrop of dew recorded for all time
captured in a pen’s snapshot
alone and happy and one with the universe
		I		embrace
			the
				silence.


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Walking on Water

I turn my back and look the other way, 
My shadow is a bliss you hope and pray!
I’m walking on water at the stroke of midnight,
Searching for the hope of a breaking daylight!
Everything’s just so incredibly beyond bright!
Closing my eyes to a brand new day,
Shutting down inside and feeling everything just die.
My thoughts surely would make you an empty man inside!
I’m walking on water in the shadows of daybreak,
Searching for the hope of my lost and alone faith!
Everything’s just so outrageously beyond great!
I close my mind to the brand new light of day.
Closing my eyes and just walking away,
But my shadow you hope and pray will surely stay.
I’m walking on water at the peak of nightfall,
Looking for this huge magnificently clear waterfall!
Everything’s just so enormously beyond tall!
I close my eyes and I begin to pray.
My thoughts could surely give hope to all,
For I walk on water on each and every day!


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Dark Chocolate On White Chocolate

Dark Chocolate On White Chocolate
Dark Chocolate On White Chocolate
Dark chocolate Her brazilian body
Melting
My White Chocolate soul
As the stimulation
Begins
Soft supple hands 
Exploring my every inch
Hunting
For my secluded secret prize package
Plump 'tween your thighs
Releasing
The heat of my temple 
Sweeter
Than a Hershey's kiss
The taste of her lips
As she softly kisses me 
Giving me pleasure beyond measure
Beyond This world
Entering another
Simultanouesly
The phantasy
Like a drug
I'm Addicted 
To her dark brazilian chocolate
Her sweet parfume
Rich and strong 
Taking me to ecstasy
All night long
Her love is my song

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter LeBuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 

 
 


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A Mandrake's Gesture: vol I.

There upon the blasphemous 
grassy knoll, a maiden, 
her lovers' temptations
of the past.  
Amidst a silky
silhouette, a dainty stroll
flaunting a crimson masquerade.

"Your invitations of subtle romance,
be they adventurous, unfulfilled,
shall we not exchange vespers?" 

The angel Azriel passioned. . .
A soft Belial did exchange. . . .

"Perchance your suggestion faint,
a slight hint at curiosity?"
"Pray you Belial, mystery for the 
whimsy, my gentle romance."

The maiden's eyes began to twinkle
slightly, a hint of passion.
The fullness of her bosom
so exquisite and so
tame, she patted herself
on the thigh, exquisitely, softly.
She would listen to the 
rhythms of her heart and 
praise the moon. . . .

"Azriel your infinite 
sensuality is perplexing,
an embrace to the musers
of sophistication."
"Belial. . .  are you true?"
"Always, of the most 
royalties in shadow."

Belial's vehemence was like
a steady rhapsody-
a melody to the songs
and essences of the 
crying angels, his interests
in this courtship affair
piqued, unbeknownst,
foreboding.
A howling wolf nurtured
his wanton's decree.

"May there be no 
misgivings between
us.  Our romance a flounder,
this time upon a dreary
meadow, passions of the 
blooming Spring."
"The maturity of the 
season burgeoning as 
a goddess basking 
in the twilight."
"Belial, amidst your
presence, your magical
enthralls, I am
a virgin of chaotic
confines, an orchestrating
phatasmagoria, bellowing
echoes of innocence."
"Where'st upon your 
throne of pride, do 
you betake such ambience
and cunning?"
"Another courtship, another
attempt at fate,
falling away with thee,
embracing your sacred 
art of serpent 
masochism."

Her lips very supple,
very appealing, she
was a cupid to 
Belial's delight. . . .
The Dragon emulated 
its horrorific 
delight, 
the trees began to sway 
as howling winds
enveloped.  
A nightbird swooped, 
like a predatorial
owl, scornful wisdom,
a galliant interlude.
The moonlight shown 
through, revealing 
the shadows of 
a saga of melancholy
and the wicked
kingdom.  
The angels gently
opposed their own virtue.
Cascading glances of 
despair and burdening
lusts erupted within
Azriel and Belial. . . befallen.
The cries of passion
were softly felt, hence, 
a lovers' quartet of 
silent lucidity.  
A beseeching cry of lechery, 
portented gayly, 
Azriel gave way
to Belial's surmise.

"She will suffer. . ."


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The Trainer

The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.

Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.

Articulate in balancing those massive scales, 
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.

Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.

The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!


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The Dark Ones

Little shadows,
Evil hearts…

Watch all of you, fall apart!

Eyes so red,
This horrible pain that’s in your head –

It brings you down…
To, this place you call… hell.

[So now you’re going down
And,
I’ll tell you this
There’s no way out.]

Watch this now,
These heartless pricks –

But don’t be fooled,
For we have one more
And, there it is
Standing at that door.

All it can say to you now  is…

[You’re going down
There’s no way out
So give up now,
You’re full of doubt
You’re falling down]

Keep this thought
Were with you here,
Just hear me out,
We’ll help you dear.

For you cannot see,
Through these blind red eyes
That you are here,
You’re with us now –

Don’t hold it in,
Let it out
The truth is here…
You are, one of us.


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Hello fate

Hello fate are you there. For lately seems
Like life’s not far, are you listening?
Do you hear my cries? For your promises
Are full of lies. I am here fate upon my
Knees begging you to set me free, I am tired
Fate of life that’s bad a life full of darkness
That is gray and sad. There is a Lord, I do
Believe, but happiness I cannot achieve 
Living with scares from my past, please
Answer me fate, will this pain last?
So here I will stay until it’s time to leave
My broken heart behind, I will be waiting
Fate for your replay, I will be waiting until
The day I die.


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Man

What is it that causes man to search out the darkness
Thou he be a child of light
No matter what good he intends, Its the bitter he  consumes
The fruit of rebellion which grows deep  in the soul
Will eventually guide the eye
Yes we may wish to follow  the star of granduer
The hill we know can  climb
A river we seek  to overcome
A battle worth a fight to the death
Alas my friend twill be none of these we will do
It will be garbage that we shall find
Blood and terror we shall drink
And fear will rule the heart




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artifact

A cunning ape
 upon a diamond throne
tastes his apple.
 Our Saturn lets loose
arrows of piercing spiritual venom.
 Dominion and power
in the blood of a human head.
 A complete circle
unmanifest enclosing
 the devil.
Crushing all passion and pride;
 A white cone
gently rolling
 toward the Centre.
The disk manifests
as the One.


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The blood of Osiris

If you want the 
blood of Osiris.  You will
have to praise my folly,
share in my laughter,
and feel the life
of Re.  If you want
the blood of Osiris, 
the life of God, you 
must feel yourself
and know your heart's 
content.  Let the blood
of Osiris fill your 
cheeks flush and 
within the eyes of Set.



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' Legendary ... ' ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  3 (of) 4 ) 



… Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy
Beth’s Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His Fantasies
Yea, He erstwhile Plotted, for He wast’ Besotted with the Cobbler’s Daughter’s Beauty
All to no Avail … for Beth Knew Well,  Twere’ None, More Wretched, than He !

So, She didst’ Spurn his Declaration and Protestations of Undying Fidelity
She didst’ Return, His Portrait and String of Pearls and His Poems, Peremptorily
Forasmuch, and twas’ this and such, She Rebuffed all His Pleasantries
In Favor of Her Knight, she Reserved This Right, which Enraged, Their Enemy
 - - - - - - -
Now, Twas’ but an Instant, of Insistent Cajoling, that Beth Pleaded Prettily
To Part with Her Swain, til’ Their Hearts Came, to be Joined For Perpetuity
To Compose Herself, for Their Nuptial-Heft, She twould  Prepare Hastily
And Rendezvous for His View, stating … ‘ I  twould’ Look, My Best for Thee!’

And as She left His side, She was Singing Most Merrily …

‘ …  Carry Me in Thine Arms, to Our Beloved Balcony
To a Bed of Blushing-Rose-Petals and Wild-Tossed-Peonies
A Bed Lover’s Designed … Draped in Damask and Brocade -Satiny
And let Moon-Glow, from Yon’ Window, Bathe Us Both Bodily … ‘

… and The Handsomely Styled, Smitten Knight Smiled, as He Heard Her Warm Gaiety …

… Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary !

                                  ( Part 3 (of) 4 )


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. XI

III.
The months that
followed, contend
no mightier Phoenix.
For upon her last 
leg of pregnancy, 
her love revisited.

"Geinere. . . my beloved,
how these happenings
of such blasphemy,
for your acts, surely
the inferno from
the north.
"I cannot allow this 
dishonor and shame
any longer.
To you Alarumdives
the truth be spoken."
"I will listen to your
words with loyalty
and consternation, if you
will."
"My Prince. . . my dearest
Prince, the tragedy I 
am about to share,
with much guile.
For it was upon the 
night of our proclamation
and embrace of marriage
that the poisons
did intrude my womb."
"Geinere, I do not 
understand, for 
our courtship
was of much
duration, that day
of proclamation filled
with much awe and celebration."
"Alarumdives. . . your father. . . ."
"Yes, Geinere, I know
he did not approve, 
for his heritage and
traditions, this
vow, yours and mine,
a bit trite."
"Alarumdives, upon
entrance into the 
King's quarters, 
the gift of welfare, 
a violation of my purity,
my virginity was taken."

Tears now, streaming. . .

"Geinere, your words
striking me like 
the intensest  of 
swords, how can you
accuse?"
"My Prince, our love 
lost now, be it true,
or false, my words.
I understand your 
unwillingness to 
believe in thy,
but please, if at no
cost to your pride
and this kingdom's, 
please grant me freedom, 
may the Gods answer 
my prayers."
"Geinere. . .  I will
grant you your freedom,
but I cannot be 
with thee.  For this 
tragedy of doubt."
"Alarumdives, surely
a redemption, I
proclaim my sovereignty
from your father's malice,
a cowardice of reason."
"Geinere, my love for
you has not faultered,
though these circumstances
of such, I cannot fathom.
The truth I seek in you,
patience and faith,
reverence be."
"This tragedy there upon us,
may you bestow upon me 
any bit of pride, this
endurance of humiliation
I cannot, please. . .
Alarumdives, your 
worthiness, your chivalry,
I am so lost, an explanation
for this disgraceful act, 
Nero."


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the Druid Prince

From a Druid prince
where his bloodline lay,
he was destined to rule
the world some day.
From a distant hill you could
hear him bay,
the howl of a lonely man.

Come and see the rivers turn
to gold,
come and breach the gap
twinxt the hundredfold
who wait to do what they are told,
across the eons span

When he takes control of the
phalanx bold
He will learn to do the things of olde
He will learn he must fulfill
his role,
and unify the land.

Still the Hero wallows in his doubts
still knows not now what he's about
his loneliness will find him out,
and overthrow his hand.


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The Storm That History Has Warned

An oath that humanity has sworn is the total cooperation of the storm that history 
has warned, on the eve of chaos indeed one must be at ease the revolution is 
gods solution to evils evolution.


Be forewarned to those who sit on the devils throne your life is not your own the 
storm that history has warned bares no pity for your soul will see eternity cold 
and empty. As he said "Look up to me for i am that gracious entity into my arms
and i shall set you free".

Over come your fears soldiers will never drown in unforsaken tears set aside
those years and walk were imagination appears, the storm that history has 
warned is about to blow its final wind the end only to me it depends.

Watcher of new and old this story must always be told on angels ears never
to get old, the storm that history has warned a rage that faith yet unshakable 
always fades and with it the death of my new age.

Speak as if my will engraved in ancient stone guides you all undoubtable
back were you belong, beside me in heavens kingdom  waters are now to be
calm the storm that history has warned is no more untouched always i adore.


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If There Were

If there were no such thing
As shadows and darkness,
Our precious sight would be blinded
By so much light...
God... He only allows evil to exist,
Because He knows what is "best".

Like the yin and yang;
This Universe
Needs a balanced scale.
We cannot have air without
These sinfully contaminated waters.
We cannot have (cannot achieve) true happiness
Without pain and suffering.

(We shall all be set free some day.)
If there were no devil,
We wouldn't make any mistakes
To learn from.
The father of lies is that darkness
That resides within our minds.

We breathe the air to live,
And then we go to that Holy Place,
Our wings will appear and we fly through that same air.
Yet, not matter where we exist...

The two greatest alliances
Duel and fight in a celestial war.
Though these Great Leaders fight...
He, The One who is Right,
Is wise enough (on certain days) to be showing us
What would happen...
If there were too much or too little of anything.
He uses the light and darkness
To help us live and learn.
Most of all, we cannot spiritually evolve
Without His Great Love...

This [His] Universe [Unity]
Needs a balanced mix of things,
So then... imagine if there were either
No God or even no darkness
And see how the world would be
If there were no balance.


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Memo Part IV

Dear John,
   No. I can't elope with you. Because I'm promised to another.
A lady always keeps her word and promises to her lover.
And as I trust my lover my lover trust me; to meet at the altar
and neither one to flee.
   What if it were to me this misfortune to be. Some strange woman
writing letters begging him forsake me. But the gentleman has given 
his word and I worry not.
   Send me no more letters.If you do I'll send you there ashes.
Just remember what we've had and not what we've not.
Sincerely,
Julia





(to be continued)


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. IV

Yes, there were certain
majesties, which
in all regards are 
to be expected.
For upon the engagements
of husband and wife,
Prince and Princess,
to marry, there is 
an exaltation, thought
the King guilefully.
As his snickered brow
advanced the courtyard's 
jester, feelings of such
gay undertakings flickered.
Prince Alarumdives, pray
due, rose to the 
occasion, for the unseen
essence of Typhon
present, the crowd 
gathered in celebration.
The announcement of 
marriage and its unition 
of peasant maiden to royalty,
the ferocious feast 
of joy.  Geinere
so happily embraced 
her handsome prince,
the happiness of occasion
now unhoused.  Wine
and spirits for many,
the festive event ushered 
well far into the 
late eve.  
As the night matured
the King blew pompous, 
his dirty torch, 
a request desired
upon the scattering 
leets, close dilations,
wary now, for there
were humors of 
closed quarters.
Ill thoughts befell
the King, for maiden,
selfish desires,
crusadoes.

"Dear Geinere, a 
moment. . . jealousy!"  
The king spoke.
"Yes, sire pardon?"
"Firstly, most dear, 
your love for our
Prince, be it subtle,
erasing the inscriptions
of royalty, not taken."
"My love so true, for our 
beloved Gods one in 
communion, here or 
hence.  Pray due 
your acceptance,
for not, pride your
welfare, which I 
grossly offer it."
"Behold!
Though a gracious 
ward, admiration I 
do embrace, for you 
a gift of repentance,
may the spirits of
this eve, bate me,
as I am dishonest."
"Nicely, my merry
King, I am better 
pleased now this 
new fashion."
"Very well, Geinere,
to my quarters,
parry this precious 
gift of offering."
"My lord, I am 
indebted happily."
"Follow my deliberation."
- - - - 
The King's Quarters
- - - -
Upon entrance, the 
chambers of the loyal
King, made dusty, the 
air murky, cold with
evil and its hushing 
silences.  The royalty
ushered a bickering
lear upholding its 
mighty charter.

"A baffle, rising Queen,
for cozening upon the
vizards of this unlawful
masquerade.  For our
differences made certain
upon this eve, 
I will find your 
worthiness to become heir,
faulted," the King rang
out like the blazening 
fires of the Seraphic 
order.  


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THE SOUTH WIND PRINCE

Soft golden hair, 
the wind, so fine 
The sun does always shine, 
on a Prince, so fine 

Soft blow , 
through cupped hands 
The warm wind, 
spreads it's light 
through the lands 

The Prince of the South Wind............ 
The crown ,like the sun 
Gold and bright, 
lives in South land light 

Warm and light so, 
The Faeries did follow......... 
Bathed the Prince, 
in golden glow 

He walked on through , 
the walled garden too 
Passed the sundial, 
to the Great Hall 
To see the Tapestries........ 
To sit a while............. 

The sun shone 
on the Great Hall 
Golden light did fall 
on the Princes's hair 
The wind ,so fair 

The Faerie tapestry 
especially welcoming 
Tiny glowing lights found 
On the Princes's crown 

The Prince had great love inside 
for, within the castle wall 
What he loved most of all 
The Flower Princess 
Whom he wanted as his bride 

For the wind, 
warm and light 
Flowers on a breeze 
Such colour,so bright 
The scent, 
a delight 


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The End (Part I)

all at once in the distant sky
we saw a flash of light go by
the next we knew we were in the air
everyone knew to meet the Lord there
it happened so fast
in the blink of an eye
our journey so swift no time for good bye
then many of us noticed 
it was just like the bible said
keep your mind on Jesus 
and don't be mislead
in all the excitement we looked down to see
those that didn't see us 
those that didn't believe
they couldn't hear the Arch Angels voice
that we all heard so loud and clear
they didn't hear God trumpet
ringing in our ears
all they know is a moment ago
we were standing with them near
they'll look around and try to find us
but the won't find us there
then a few will figure out 
where we all have gone
they'll try to remember stories
we told them all along
some will dust off bibles
they use for a family tree
others will try to find the answer
on radio or t.v.
then they'll finally get the news  so bad
a confusing message 
about a Tribulation so sad
Christ has come and took his church away
and left them to suffer the last seven days
(End Of Part I)to be continued


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Where there is a will there is a way

Where there is a will
There is a way
Where there is a way
There is a will
Yet some not experience
A true thrill
Ecstasy is not felt by the substance
Only by the true emotional feel
It can be brought about
By a simple gift
Or an astounding achievement
Only one thing is needed
A stress free place
That is joy seeded
Where there is a will
There is a way
What does this mean?
Some people say
Answering this question
A reply that is here to stay
Yet one once said
What is written in stone
May not be broken
What is written in stone
Can always be shown
There was a will in this poem
Yet years down the road
Future is affected
By any secret stowed
Any debt owed
Any decision
Could make your future explode
Where there is a will
There is a way
Learn you shall
As your hairs grow grey


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Nothingness

The geminy they were,
heresy to have,
their love. . .
A lifter stand to
why we reckon?
As corse sodden
as the golden maiden
of Spain.  Nothingness.
The thieves,
though they frighten,
A veniable abandonment.
It meant nothing,
Key lime pie, warm
apple butter, love 
and its creation. . .
and its muster.
A nonage of 
retired conceit.

Beauty. . . what is beauty
these days.  And 
for whom to cherish?
For the daring, its crusade.
Enchanting the epic of time,
a mythological revelry.
Poetry that will open the 
periapts of wisdom, intellect, and charisma. . .
are like portents of man.  El Dorado.

My conclusion. . .
As Jesus ascended to the heavens,
dying for our untimely sins,
retribution, virtue, and the essence 
of God.  Portrayed as galliantly
as phosphorescent treasure.
His love, his being, his conception
and sacrifice for our brotherhood 
of man, to cherish and embody for eons.
Throughout spent lifetimes of shared
rumination, rebirth, annointment,
and the essence of the divine.
Here to now, everafter!


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IV. A Flytrap slams shut

A Flytrap slams shut
					Blink
			of
				an
		eye

And a stone
			splash
		sink
			at 	twilight

Down to the
	core
		of
			essence

Silent and formless the bottom
close eyes
strain to hear
		listen
			listen
				ah!
There is your heartbeat
	A	pair	of
				deadweight
						arms
					wrapped	around

A Parasite!
		the 	Flytrap
					closing
						
	in
						
		on
						
			yr
						
				heart

Once invisible, now bathed in the 
spotlight 
for an instant!
Kill It! 
Rip 	out 	the 	roots! 
No 
remorse! 
There! 				Aha!
The 
Thing 						
is 
dead!
and 	now 		you 			are
						ffree


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Immortality (Scenes from Above)

May you close your eyes in advance 
Before Lucifer captures your soul 
In our saviors final dance 
Alexander the Great 
Commander of the darkest fate
Sheathe all swords! 
What is it my lord
You have captured me at my weakest point 
I want what these dead seekers don't 
I see an empire, a nation 
Nothing higher than inflation 
I Julius Caesar hold freedom in a tear 
My hopes and dreams are what everyman fear
In the presence of tragedy 
You will love me 
In a tub of petals 
The gods will rub me
I am all but immortal 
See the shadows of jealousy 
And ever so often, I walk toward her 
Lust caught up in mislead trust 
Even holy sinners bite the dust
John Proctor’s Crucifixion 
A slain soldier’s prediction
So content with death 
That you wouldn't give a piece for what's left
When all realms are expired 
We come to a cease fire 
When the pictures fade and legends die 
Imagine if generals could cry 
Adore fate so rudely 
And leave as yours truly 
You shall remember me 
The curse of September, but let it be
May you close your eyes in advance 
Before Lucifer captures your soul 
In our saviors final dance


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The Ripper's Grudge

Creeping through the dark of night, with a quiet plot
Searching for an innocent one, to death they shall rot
Reflections only worthy to the filth in the earth’s mud
Moonlight gleaming off my blade stained with blood

Craving to lie to rest the wenches of these dirty streets
Watching intently, dancing to my victim’s heart beats
Tainting the lives of those they prey on, without a care
How I long for this, to gaze into their cold dead stare

I’ll take from them the parts I desire, trophies I’ll hold
The darkness I use as my cloak, stirring ways so bold
Leaving them, dead and frozen in a beautiful slumber
You’re no longer safe; every one of you has a number

A phantom I have become, with not a trace I will leave
Gliding like a ghost, steps of silence on this dyer’s eve
One by one, pitiful victims fall to my unforgiving hands
As a plague I will move, sweeping through these lands

Now that I’ve got my fill of your deaths, I’ll disappear
Leaving behind a tainted path riddled with dreadful fear
A ripper they call me, such a fitting name for this judge
Now this world will sweeten my acts in eternal grudge


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The Muse Music's Mandolin Strummer

A voiceless emoted summer ran amok the muse music's mandolin strummer.

Essence of antiquity wander and sulk...
Arched building's olden archetecture is many awsome massive like hulks.

Gargoyles perch at building eve's set...
Mine eyes have failed to adjust to
strange one's yet met.

Opera houses are filled up to the rafters...
Performed by artist's well talented crafters.

Rained downpours hard on French cities...
Stray alleyed dogs searching for unwary kitty's.

Food scraps are missed by many a moungrel...
Other scraps are found by rats that are half filled with fungul.

Hotels done swamped with bedbugs that bite...
Time to leave this country b'for another wasted spent night. 
 
 


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The Woods

No one dare set foot in those woods there 
is evil far beyond our imagination and it's usually
up to no good. Some may call it pure fairy fable but it's
only because they haven't seen but in this town of Old Saline
the devils playground isn't just a dream.

Nightmares warn the people of this town and the screams from deep 
inside the woods are sure to bring a frown. Almost like all hollows eve
year around. One gentlemen actually saw the damaged soul that haunts
these woods while he was out taking a midnight stroll.

And so it goes a horned entity with razor dark eyes that seems to 
float along the great wooded pine but never does it leave it's eternal 
home damned to roam this earth for many days long.
some folks ask  why would you want to live among these woods
why not move. And so i tell them this town is glory this town is life
protected by god both day and night so you see it may be hoodoo as
far as the eye can see but that's the difference in this town and between
you and me.

This will always be Old Saline and the folks that dwell here will
always stay no way will we let this demon scare us away.

Cole Hodson
Copyright 2006


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Midnight Juices

 Midnight Juices
   
 
  The sensations As you come upon thee
How you pressed down upon me
My body yields to your curves and contours
your eyes spoke sexual hunger
your hunger for me.
My body for I offered
as your canvas
My mouth was dry in rememberence
of the taste of your sweet juicy love 
The Heat, The beat
the smoothness of its slide; 
and I became drunk on the
scent of your ardor, 
ready to be taken.

I declare myself your mystery To find the answers in your passion. 
Is it me that you long for.
Let me ignite your fires of lust
To places that have never been awakened before
the moon sleeps her last breaths 
Suddenly she awakens to our sounds and screams of love.
My body rises
packed away a gift for you to lay
between solstice and equinox, 
my body rises up of the mattress
Three feet we go
these eyes did not raise.
Your thighs are wild, whet, filled with juice
horses, awaiting your
ride.

And our flesh on flesh 
ignited in a blazing fire, 
The likes of which No man can match desire
We made love on 
Cashmere, 
made love on Egyptian Cotton
On Age old hieroglyphics
The Pharos did write.

diamonds Adorn your eyes
images of you on the sheets

I awaken to the 
Wet of your tongue
Licking my
Midnight Juices

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter LeBuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 



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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. VI

Nowhere now, Geinere
awaited her day of 
unrightly judgment,
her only hopes of 
victory brought thoughts
of remorse and 
further difficulties
for herself and her dying
love.  No embrace
could be made.
Her silence would 
remain, for accusations
of such made, was 
sure death for thee.
Her soul became
fierce, conjuring
redemption for this 
instillment, a fall from grace,
her skillful prowess,
her warrior bringing
forth chaos.  Lightning
crashed as the tumults 
of her Goddess'
vengeance squalled
from the uproarious 
heavenly sky.  

"These leperous times of 
love's decay, porches
of word, betrayed.
May our devotion
sate our divine
qualm, a subtle 
devil delays, for 
biddings may take 
afar.  Be it region
my fate, due your 
rank and garb.  For 
thee upon a graceful
whim, perchance pray, your
folly for your conceit
and vindication.
My reputation banished
into the fathoms of a
conceivable Hell, 
this lifetime.
These thoughtless 
lusts, be it not perverse,
unholy absolute!"
Tears of silence beckoned
the oncoming storm,
a prelude to the 
saga of love made
true, dire consequences
of chaste and grim 
truth.
- - - -
The next morn. . .
- - - -
"Geinere, my new
found love, your 
beauty and essence 
of the divine.
Can'st be so
familiar, for the task
of royalty, a tragic
array of misgivings
found."  Prince Alarumdives
spoke ever-softly, akin
to the King's arrogance, though
ignorant of his wicked deeds, 
this past eve.
"My Prince?"
"What'st my father
demand, for your saddened
face, this morn?"
"He has foresaken you
my love, our marriage
troubled, his grievances."
"I see my love."
"I am sorry if our 
unition burden
your reputation, be it
not true, for a taint
crimson mine to yours
and your own."
"No Geinere, you know
my love for you, the 
deepest perils of valor.
You are my passion,
my grace, my spirit's
nestle.  My love for you
Geinere, the fullest,
a garden of blossoming
joy, yours and mine.
Happiness take'st with
thee, goodness and 
romance's virtue."
"My Prince. . . ."
Her eyes welling
tears, her pain her 
bare."
"My Geinere, tomorrow
yours true, for thee to 
wed, our grace and 
passion fulfilled, 
the kingdom royal 
renewed."
"Yes my Prince,
pray our vows, not 
to become shrewd.
May my Goddess, now 
Christom, strengthen
my soul."
"Geinere, what'st that 
troubles you, may I
ask?"
"I am at no mercy,
let us parry this,
yours made true, 
may your father's
blessing bestowed not
compromise a 
spiteful discourse. . . ."


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The Gate

They are guarding the gate
To challenge would be
A fatal mistake

No way out
No way in
Trapped from within
With the guilt of sin

There is no way out
Only through the gate
Monstrous figures
Stand ready, yet wait

No way out, only the gate
A voice in thought
Seems to state
The only way out
Is to rid of the hate


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You Don't Know

You think you know what happened.
You think you understand.
You think you can put two and two together.
But trust me,
you don't know.
You think that everything's alright.
You think that I'm just fine.
But still,
you have no idea.
Nothing you can do can take back what you did.
And nothing you can say can take back what you said.
Maybe if you opened up your eyes,
you'd see how bad you hurt me.
But you haven't done that yet.
And until you do,
you don't know anything aboout me.


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The under rug swept prophet part 3

But who knows whose the leader of which or what tangents of mans divine plan 
of twisting and changing words and accusation of lies and liars
To look for those who synchronicity and dangerously know the truth
who will be one day brave enough to discover how to baby-sit reality while he 
removes the veil and helps the god’s and his children come together and return 
to the garden before we obliviously celebrate the betrayal of ourselves our souls 
our gods
Forever and our thrown away
And this test no mere mortal man can properly comprehend
Many victims are claimed everyday and live their lives ignorant that they are 
returning to a place either up or down 

Where heaven is full of denial and hell was supposed to be a reward for passing 
a test of faith instead of betrayal

So there we stood with our hopes and crooked smiles
A favorite angel as the leader of the innocent blasphemy to the sucker of the 
sucker patrol
And the truth under rug swept and this part of the truth, which has nothing to do 
with the inner driving force turned our act inside out, and we were punished for 
the lie sevenfold and sevenfold and sevenfold
And saw a beautiful god turn summers cold
And man's plan with all of his questions are things that have no answers that 
causes the fact into gods heart and piece by piece his beauty that is left we 
would like to grow shatters

So come to heaven with me
Pass the test of standing strong within reason and sentiment
The understanding of what was never said and written between the lines of a 
prophet and a son who are not one and the same but closely connected
The truth of a god in the middle of a powerfull mystery that changed three worlds
And all he can do is forgive what he can pretend he needs no answers and 
condemn wickedly what even he no longer understands
and then man comes up with his plans and those who revolutionize often 
Circle around to fall for the worst grade of when what hits the fan?


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A Mandrake's Gesture vol. VIII

Madness exuded like the 
war cries of epic battles
and sagas' past,
the myth of man and 
the passionate woman.
As the eruption
began to procure its
preparations, Prince Alarumdives,
a moment with the King,
solace, questioning divinity.
"My father, what troubles 
plague us?  The trumpets 
do sound, do us not, impede
decision, for moment's wisdom,
pray we gather and bring
forth a judgement non-grievous."
"Alarumdives, Alarumdives. . . 
why we struggle; and endure,
our precious privy, our passion,
our victorious role, a 
maddening hysteria,
turmoil, envy?  Malice?
These perilous endeavors
that this kingdom, rightly
now, yours and mine,
forevermore, must uphold,
boldly, righteously, justice
and its decree."
"Father, this constance,
unhappy we, if respect
is compromised, be it for 
balance, ignorance I 
plead, for precious love,
my Geinere. . . ."
"Alarumdives, your wisdom
exceeds you, a gentle 
harmony passed.  Be it 
sincere, your declarations
to cherish, this unition
of marriage, not as 
virtue, for loves' royal
to the commons, not.
Can'st be, your labors,
this battle staging as 
war closely approaches,
a test, shall worthy
proven, joy then."
"My father, this Luciferus
impediment, a call to
arms, due parry peasant
royalty.  A falling star,
my mercies upon, this 
calling of crusade, of 
scarlet tides of Eden's
embrace, goodness surely
redeemed.  As graceful knight,
I embark, these ardors
of dire tragedies, kingdoms
indifferent, be it of ill-virtue,
of ill-decree?  May the spirits 
that beckon bring forth 
victory."
"Alarumdives, much needful
preparation, call'st to 
arms, for the galleys 
of this kingdom bulging
with cannon.  I am to 
the balcon to esquire,
gather, hence I salute."
"The masterful sounding of 
the ram's horn, a call
to bravery!"

The hills of high, there
did stand, a large 
platoon, the flags of 
Scotland, a summoning
to port Wales.  Torches
afire, blazening with 
the perils of passion 
and vixen angelic.
Viewing from afar, a
messenger apart, battle
today, no question.
As both tides 
prepared for climax,
the gallians, sure
mighty, though as
the Gods did pray,
only a taste, hints  
of nothing more.
The horns did exude,
and battle, that 
erupted, was as 
the raging winds
of Tyr. . . .



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The Mastermind

 So many words cannot explain it
 And line by line I will frame it
 Who is the mastermind
 Look hard and you will find Him in this rhyme
 Look hard and you will find Him at the right time
 The mastermind
 
 I look forward to progress
 With no set backs
 Many give and take relationships
 With no get backs
 As I walk down the hard road
 As simple as I know how
 Hardships and sorrows I find
 When I try to milk the cow
 Unavoidable as it may seem
 Of a way known better
 Looking for a way to wealth
 Choosing to be greater rather than lesser
 I have been seeing so much
 In a short amount of time
 Resorting to my knees
 To master my mind
 I choose spiritual over mental
 And physical over emotional
 As the waters rage in my life
 I choose to be voicing but to who
 The people and even me do not understand what we do not see
 Will not see or realize a lesson taken from He
 My determination is getting better as time goes on
 I see it is not me but He that is making me strong

  So many words cannot explain it
 And line by line I will frame it
 Who is the mastermind
 Look hard and you will find Him in this rhyme
 Look hard and you will find Him at the right time
 The mastermind
 
 "Who can do it but me"
 In a phrase said by He
 I am in the palm of His hand
 Till I get my victory
 He moves the stars 
 So I can live
 Which makes me wonder
 Why be negative if He is positive
 He is on my side forever
 And I am on His
 Standing up for His cause daily
 In the palm of His fist
 Now about His son Jesus
 And the Holy Ghost
 From east coast to west coast
 The Trinity is of what I should boast
 So what else will I learn
 As I give myself freely
 Lifting my hands high to the sky
 To the God that freed me
 All three make One for an unbeatable team
 So only I can stop me, or at least that is the way it would seem
 So what will I learn next.  Only time will tell
 What masters my mind, is choosing Heaven over Hell

  So many words cannot explain it 
 And line by line I will frame it
 Who is the mastermind
 Look hard and you will find Him in this rhyme
 Look hard and you will find Him at the right time
 The mastermind.
 I am just a little part of the mastermind.


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the feelings inside

with sorrow i try
every day i cry
the feelings inside
refuse to die

today i find
that tomorrow i might
learn to hide
 the feelings inside

forever left behind
my heart tossed aside
so many times i've lied
trying to hide 
the feelings inside


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THR BURNING

The whispering trees
Remembered the time
Of the coming of the wraiths
Before the ice king
Shivering
The related
How trees died
Trees mutilated

Poison filled the air
Fear and dread
For a wraith could turn
Every living thing
Black, twisted and dead

The whispering trees
Remember the time
When tall trees
Fell
Trying to protect a castle
From the stinking hell

With the wraiths
Came fire
Trees, burst in to flame
Branches, burning
Fires, rising higher

Trees
Stripped bare
Blackened
A castle in sight
So little time to prepare

The burning
Of the trees
For the wraiths
The battle turning

So many trees fell
The despair
For trees
Braches dying
Could not stop
This hell

Shrieks of pain
As trees split asunder
Shattered trees
Shouts and groans
Trees, desperate for rain
Pulled under

The whispering trees
Passed the legend on
Of a heartstone
Of a battle , won

Fresh trees grew
Grievous wounds healed 
For magic made them stronger too


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Forever

 There you are sitting here and I don't know about you but I want to get to know you. The 
way you smile, the way you make me laugh. Your all I want and I just want you to know. I 
used to be that same shy girl who would look away when you turn towards me but don't you 
know we don't have forever and now that I've figured that out I won't be nervous anymore. 
I want you here with me and there isn't any room for playing games because your perfect 
in my eyes your my soul mate. The way you look at me, Oh I can't believe I let you go.  
But not the second time around. I will look you dead in the eye, I won't just write in my 
diary about what I want to do. Nothing will happen if you just sit around, I've learn 
this now as I watch you walk out of my life. If I ever did see you again and I mean this 
when I say I would walk right up to you and flirt and even though it's not in my nature I 
want you to know we don't have forever. So what if you reject me, I just have to know 
that I made an attempt. I won't let love just walk out on me, I am different can't you 
see. Your everything that I have dreamed and now that your back I just can't let you 
leave. Don't you know what it was like watching you when I was younger. I was nervous 
just being around you gave me shivers. Maturity is great because now I can look you 
straight in the eyes and tell you what I have been thinking since I first saw you. We 
don't have forever so if you want me please don't doodle. As I calmly walked up to you 
and smiled the only thought in my mind was " to be continued".


Details | Free verse | |

40 thieves of dreams within dreams part 1

This isn’t earth
There is no such thing as earth
Has any one seen the magic lamp lately?
Does anyone remember the reality anymore?
That we are indeed 40 thieves stuck in a cave making 3 wishes
Strategically to survive?

We got tired of the walls
Wanted to see the sun again
The moon the stars
Now this cave we are inside is a world inside a cave
We are trapped within
called earth
Earth a word for inside a mountainside
Slang for language we have forgotten

But I am one of 39 other thieves
I am looking for you
Wondering of your wishes
Seeing this technology
Treading water in the Harpie pool with these gorgeous swimmers and their 
beautiful bodies who are going to deceive me like a fairytale crocodile

Those are not the real stars 
Those are not the real wars
I'm still searching for the exit
I am the king of the fourty thieves
And my wish was that your wishes would revolve and go through me
You are creating a god
With all of your wishes
I know everything
120 powerful wishes
A genie in tears
An exit we can’t find

And what will we do?
What can we say when the centuries we left behind come for us
Come for our treasure
Find a world within the side of a mountain
A harpie pool
A master of wishes
looking for a trap door of a secret word that keeps changing
We never needed saving
We were lonely
We all wanted to be gods


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The World of Poets

Inexplicable words,
Wild minds,
Strange emotions...
A brutal heart,

Butterflies and thorns,
Angels and demons,
Mermaids and vampires,
Lilies and Goths,

An aggressive world,
Filled with beauty,
That no eyes can see,
But this beauty is right in front of me,

A streaking shadow
That emerges through the darkness
A dark rainbow that colors the sky
An immortal tear we always cry,

Confusion,
An illusion
That we live
A life we can never give,

No sympathy
No one understands,
It’s no fantasy
It’s a world we build by our own hands,

Immortality,
Fatality
A world designed
For us to use our minds,

A pen and a paper
Could express our haunted feelings
Taking us to a world
That reflects a stab that is not healing,

Our blood is cold
And our hearts are broken
But our world is made out of gold
It can never be sold,

Sadness makes us,
Happiness might break us
Our eyes can see
A hidden world created by poetry….









 



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American Fuhrer

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

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

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

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

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

copyright (c) 2006


Details | Free verse | |

Who killed The Phoenix?

I died today 
the blood stained the streets, 
I rotted away in the sun 
mangled in a pile. 
I remember it 
The way he shot me in the face 
spit on my back 
and then walked away 
nonchalant and innocent, 
like I had it coming. 
I had it coming; yeah 
I had escaped the dungeon for this. 
I had wrestled with the words long enough 
to die again today 
to long for the cemetery and be placed in the jaws 
of my lonely grave. 

I died today 
the day I was born this morning, 
the sun soaked up the sweat left open my brow 
and the blood drained into the streets 
congealed to dry 
he must have had it coming 
said the officer at the scene of the crime 
and I remember it like it was yesterday 
even though I died tonight. 

I read your words 
and they consumed me 
your craftsmanship evaded my questions 
and this provoked me 
I put the book down and the gun was in my face 
we went outside danced in the lights of the stars and street lights 
and then he shot me 
and I died. 

The pin stripes 
the top hat 
this meant nothing. 
The engagement ring, the letter to myself 
the judgement day should never have looked like this 
and that’s how it happened 
the last dance 
my dieing wish fulfilled 
nothing made sense 
nothing mattered 
no rage. 
 Just sadness 
total oblivion 
he did not know who I am 

I am the phoenix 
I will wake up tomorrow 
and I will be back. 
Choking on the ashes of an unkept promise 
I will be bragging the compromises to you my dear 
I will be throwing the flames from my mouth this time around 
I will be painting memories for us to part 

I died today different from all the others 
but this matters not to me 
with no secrets left to tell. 
I died today 
will die again tomorrow 
I am used to it 
it hurts this way 
but I’m starting not to mind. 

You will die today 
I have learned I will avenge my death 
I have learned to survive 
I have learned to delved deeper into your everyday 
and pull out your soul 
rip it to shreds and gnash my teeth 
tear you to bits 
pull me from you 
pull me from you 
it means nothing 

I'm trying to tell you 
I'm fine today 
but was reborn today 

Numb


Details | Free verse | |

My Lives And Deaths

A Union soldier climbing
up Missionary ridge,
I never made it to the top,
A Japanese cook on a submarine,
sunk in WWII,
A young peasant farmer,
somewhere in the Mid-East,
My sister raped and killed
by rogue soldiers, as I hid
in shame
A simple castle guard in
the mid-ages
and so many more
the Atlantis life I've 
dreamed off,
so many times before.
who knows if these memories
are true, or of imagination
my mind does trick me too?
I don't know what to believe,
I leave it up to you.


Details | Free verse | |

It was not my time

rushing one morning I missed the bus 
and found out the next day that It was in an accident
there were some fatalities
It was not my time

the airplane trip that I was scheduled to take
was moved up to an earlier flight 
because the meeting was rescheduled.
the flight that I would have been on crashed
there were fatalities
It was not my time

I was hailing a taxi cab on a rainy afternoon
but a man in a Brooks Brother suit 
jumped into the cab before I could reach It
the cab was broad sided by another vehicle
a half block away from where I was still standing
there were fatalities
It was not my time

I have begun to see that God is sending me a message
He's letting me know that I still have work to do 
in His name and for His glory
I now know without a doubt that I am a child of God
covered by the sacrificial blood of His son Jesus Christ
so I will diligently continue to work, worship and witness
for the Kingdom Of God
Until It's my time




Details | I do not know? | |

King Dread the Manequinne

Manic.  I am.  never soo happy.  more or less sad.  All my dreams have 
shattered.  Every piece of life a lie.  I let you dress me in labels.  I feel the things 
that you never did.  My descent is slowly down the spiral.  My emotions play me 
the fool.  Sometimes its hard to think.  Memories soo loudly vibrant.  Never soo 
sad.  then yesterday.  Manic.  you are.  sometimes like me.  dressed up by 
others.  wearing emotions that others can see.  Constantly looking for a play on 
words.  Searching for subtle meanings in this confusing existence.  prayers 
spelling the pathetic fallacies around me.  irritated by the presence of others.  
cloud shaped images crawl away.  Tomorrow will be better.  Kin of yesterday.  
presently passing.  Manic


Details | Narrative | |

The Magic's Blend

When looking at me what is it that you know you can see?
What does your self have to say to you about the soul that lives inside of me?
Can he see what it is that’s deep inside the back of my eyes?
Or is he the ultimate from behind the promise of my only surprise?
Maybe it’s not what it seems in the beam of this ray of light,
Or maybe he sees his visions glaring in this blend much too bright.
Yourself or you which is fool and which is wise?

Up and away we go riding all of the waves that our eyes can possibly see.
Coiling loosely and simply falling free.
My breath captured with my body soiled from the scent of the bliss inside of you.
Magic blends heating the layers of gloss that keep shining me all of the way through.
With my body hot my blood trembles beneath the feel of my bared and wet skin.
I’m all up inside of this glare feeling magical as it completely blends all of my needs safely in.

When looking at me what is it that you think you know?
What does your self have to say to you about the feel beneath the touch of my skin?
Does he see this glare of light with his visions sunk or just anchored by a strange hook?
Or is he the ultimate from behind the beams when they will only burn shining on dim?
Maybe it’s not what it seems when you’ve really, truly and even squarely looked?
Or maybe he sees these beams blending when his visions are adapted too his all time low.
Yourself or you, which is friend and which is foe?

Up and away we go calming the almighty of the highest seas.
Completely loose simply aiming for free.
My breath taken and my body covered with the scent of the blissful buried treasures in you.
Complete subliminal excellence in the magic that keeps shining me all the way through!
My body glossed and gleaming as my blood quivers in the light of this heavenly vision’s blend.
I’m up inside of myself soothed as the magic warms what is deep beneath my bared wet skin.

Yourself or You! 
Which has vision and which is dim per glares in the currents of “The Magic’s Blend”?


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IN THE LIGHT OF A SHADOWFIRE

The Prince of the North
Carried the gem
Through Whispering Trees
To the castle
Passing through Knights and men
 
From his hand...
A Shadowfires' wondrous light
For love will always win
In the battle between day and night
 
Across the walled garden
Flowers began to glow...
The Prince of the North
Strode forth...
To the Great Hall
 
The Shadowfire...
Gave off beams of lilac and blue light
The love inside
Conquered the wraiths bitter night
 
The Great Hall door
Silently swung open
Faeries danced
The colour bright
The Heartstone,shone
the Dreamstone,gleamed
The battle, won
 
Under a Heartstone moon
The Aurora Borealis flickered
Faerie light shone
Golden bright
 
No light could compare
To a Shadowfire
A castle...
Bathed in beautiful light
The passing of the Ice King...
On a wraiths' bitter night
 
Lilac and blue
Filled your heart
Love too
These things cannot be taken
Only given
If you let your heart awaken
 
A Shadowfire...
That lies in your heart
The colour known only to you
Forever...
Will love you too


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Prophet And Martyrs

Walk this earth with words of worth you stand for valiant bound by eternal balance 
those who stand behind you will follow you and lay claim in battle for you. Like an 
untouched vessel your convictions can with stand untrusting conditions and 
external indecision. Born with ruling purpose forgotten by sorrow it is your 
motto:"To face a new tomorrow", injustice to fix justice is why your people place 
pride close to a glim in a troubled eye. A soldier of fortune wont give way to 
crimes of epic proportion you cast a shadow and never will your grace fall 
shallow it is your mission to place life in the direct path of certain strife. In your 
gods light so be it if you die by Satan's knife your time was well spent rest in 
peace innocent.


Details | Quatrain | |

From Out of the Blue (The Morning) Part 2

We arose early the next day, the sun not yet up.
Coffee? Yes, we both had a few.
Without a word for each other, we got ourselves ready,
Knew exactly what we had to do.

The bank would not open until about nine o’clock
She needed money, lots, real fast.
I planned to help her get it and send her on her way, 
But plans change, they never last.

We got to the bank, in fact we were right on time.
He was there with his men in toe.
We noticed the group. They noticed us as well.
We knew that we just had to go.

Quickly we ran through the crowded city streets
With the men, giving us a chase.
We ducked in an alley and then through a door,
Had time to breathe, but no time to waste.

Peering out the window of the clothing store, where we hid,
Looking for those still on the run.
The coast was clear; we bought new clothes and changed.
Somewhere, I had to go for a gun.

We managed to get to a motel in order to lay low,
Compile thoughts, just think.
We planned an escape to get ourselves out of town
Until we, each, had our first drink.

It all came back, like a force of nature upon us
The memories, the lust we shared.
However, we had quite more, a friendship as well.
Lust, now? We just couldn’t dare.


Details | I do not know? | |

Possession...

Let the dying dusk fade to slithering darkness...
Let the curious children  playing return to the solitude of there safe homes...
With there parents who only know there own assumptions on reality.
It is a pleasure to walk this night like many others I have....cold and alone..
I recall those days...when I was a naive Christian girl with friends, a house..
and...loving family. Clouds reveal to shed upon me the only form of God I have 
now...and this would be the pale moonlight... as it falls into my eyes and pierces 
deep down into my heart reflecting every inch of the very demon within me 
caressing it's claws at my skin..it's inside of me....awaken....it thrives...

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION!!!! 

What's left of my heart is pounding an irregular beat...
As fierce  veins of unholiness pulses this sinister  blood of the beast...
Sidewalks lit with lanterns and a happy young couple holding each others hand..
They see it inside my eyes, they stare in wonder yet don't understand....
Effects of an incident that happened so long ago,  this feeling of power so 
beautiful yet horrible....all on my own....but yet....I'm not alone...no..I am never 
alone.. some things are best kept secret, so let's see if you can keep it ...shall 
we?

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION

I slide my hands upon the blood crusted bricks of our hunting grounds,
the dark ally where wandering souls dare to tread and leave this world
without a sound. Many markings lay paved on these walls as this is how 
we survive..Fulfilling our bloodlust along with many other sudden
desires...I pay a simple passing glance towards a church a place
where many men gather to confession..making  there souls clean, blessed and 
bathed in holy water...whatever the hell that means...I was baptized once
but I didn't feel anything

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION





















 








Details | I do not know? | |

The School's Phantom

The lockers are beaten and bloody
Running water makes the floor muddy
The windows are cracked very sharp
Hallways are black with the music of a harp
Thoughts filled our minds
Wondering what will we find
The tunes of life, The sands of time
We fear we've reached the end of line
The windows were never broken
Realizing now shadow is the last token
We hear a voice right after
Sounding as if it is laughter
Telling us all we are broken
"Again ever after you will see a new token"...


Details | Free verse | |

something or nothing

Am i something or nothing?
among the stars who lie
teaching lessons
you do not perceive
am i nothing or something in the bliss of the voices
finally freed to musical freedoms of speach?
am i something or nothing?
do you see me?

It's like the world is tag teaming me
from poetic cult 
to master peace of tragedy
of Vegas rolling it's last dice
from paradice not seen
to a life we could be living

and i cry for you
am I something or nothing
I'm nothing
Just one layer
not two or three
what you see on the surface is all I am
nothing bone deep
nothing but a mind
that might one day
haunt this epic 
to make another point
to string you along

am i nothing or something?
will i turn into a life lesson
can you comprehend me
like i can?
am I somebody or a nothing
dressed in black and torn and jaded kicked outfor not pretending
loved and lost 
in the mess of everything
crying shallow tears
after asking god
how his day was
and i see nothing
and everything
am i something nothing
or everything
another closed door
another salty sore
another licked wound?

can you help me 
heal these wounds
this psychological masterpiece 
can you hand me another key to the fairytale you are not writing to throw
another stone 
into history

somebody free me and i will
vanish 
into the voices of the muse
astounded by thee tears
they don't see of the scars 
filtered out
they might one day purchase and realise
i am somebody
i am something

soo many lives and lies i''m living
another game of chicken
shhhhhh
i just want you to know i love you
am i something or nothing
never anyone's favorite


I'm sorry 
but i'm always and forever
the victom
look to the music
and watch it claim me again
to the voices of freedom
and the tangents their experiencing because of me
in my lonely room


Details | Epic | |

Jesus Lives And Justifies

Things unknown now are known, never wonder else I fail.
What of man is their to fear? he fades as doth a flower.

Hold my heart bound tightly in love, always in need and never full.
What of lust is their to want? my longings in Christ are fulfilled.

Completely trusting this I pray, relying on His very faith.
What of doubt is their to keep? my faith is bound in Him.

I try no more else I falter, looking wholly unto Him.
What of fear have I? blue the skies and joy unspeakable.

Every moment has a memory, holding dear each precious one.
What of minds loss do I care? Jesus completely saves!


Details | Acrostic | |

Holy Trinity

And he holy of all spoke mystic dressed in cloak, thou eye's tell a story clarity in 
with man unite i forever demand. Come not in fear seek me earth's end time is 
near understand those of humanity have been given fare warning now peace will 
reign almighty this eve's early morning.

Children of light follow me as if eye's forever see night my voice will guide you my 
forgiveness will in turn comfort you so you shall exist as holy trust depends of you.
Faith in all things that bare my blessing sheep not walk this path only know for 
treachery, soon my divine will awaken those who fall behind stand steadfast and 
awaken your mission dawn the reckoning of evil for only my grace will sore at this 
pinnacle as though heavens only eagle.

Time my children time will unleash my prophecy bright skies shinning through 
hate unrelenting. Never turn your back on me home is here all who prosper 
under me, Angels shall never weep holy trinity in which all ministries undoubtedly
keep.


copyright (c) 2006
Nicole Hodson