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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Letting Go

"Letting Go!"

Behind that garden rail;
Where worms, squirm and roam,
They dig into every worst part of my day.
I feel them crawling, making my hide their home.
They feast on my will, and my dead walking soul.

Slowly I am fading away into a cloud of nothing.
I find myself reminiscing the moment I meet you.
With scars and guilt,
I can’t let go!

I’m cold and miserable inside.
Different emotions, I no longer hide.  
I can’t seem to heal the deep cut from within.
Echoes are twisting moods that have no meaning.
I sit, with a jar full of tears, holding on tight.
Afraid of letting go!

The hollow walls slay  in every way.
The abyss of a waterfall, resides in my heart
This throbbing starvation, repeats the taste it longs for,
I have no control.
I can’t feed without you by my side.
I won't let go!

by:PD


Details | Free verse | |

Hounds from Hell

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

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

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

-10/14/2013-


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

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


Me, Myself, and I...


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

It feels good to scream

It feels good to scream.
Too shout to the top of your lungs,
with all your might,
with all your pain,
with all your air,
that fills your black lungs
damaged by years of cigarette smoke,
to feel your dieaphram expand
to feel your chest expand,
to feel your heart skip a couple beats,
thump. thump. thump.
Put you face to the pillow
breath in. Let it all come out.

Let

it

all

come

out!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Feel the lunatic release from your head
free the demons from your soul.

Let

it

all

out!!!

Scream like there is no tomorrow,
feel the pain go away.
It feels good to scream,
to get it all out.
Then light a cigarette,
breath in
drink whiskey,
red wine,
sit at a hunched over position,
at a typewriter
and scream with words on paper
and go down and get your screams published.
Then everyone can read, and hear your screams
and not just your neighbors.

Let

it

all

out!!

It feels good! Trust me. It feels good.

It feels good to let it all out,
let it out,
don't deny yourself freedom
let it all go,
free yourself,
free your tourmented soul,
fill your cancer filled, black lungs
expand your chest,
crack your sternum
and feel the pain go.
Let it all go.

Let

it

all

out!!

It feels good to scream!


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

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


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 2)

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


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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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


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

J. Scott Burns...


Details | 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 | Concrete | |

The Rising Red sun

                       Inspirational poem.. Rising Golden red sun all its way..dedicated to all 
                               of you  guys..wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare


                                          The Rising Red sun


As like the charming moon and  luminous star fades away.
It promises to send the dynamite sun shining in the sky.
Due to which oceano pearl glitters all the day.
Praying god for the happiness in all our way.

The morning sagas made me understand, Me and my vivacious life.
But When I look back and pick up the souvenir of my childhood. Its just nostalgic. Feel like to go back to the teenage. The sustained pain is the only option left that I can’t get those days of my innocence back.
All I could make up my mind and just say, move on. Just move on.

Ray of hope chimed my heart.
Because god gifted me Something and added in my cart.
Provided me and my sincerity towards work can’t depart.
From the very day uplifted to give a quick start.

The moment I realized the magnetising power of the sun.
Felt trust on it and renovated my life again by attenuating my pains.
Rest all I expect peace my thee.
Left with the ray of hope. Bless us  MY god, My lord !!!!!



Wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare







Details | Epic | |

Day Dream

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

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

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

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


Details | Concrete | |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Bio | |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | Epic | |

When the Earth was in danger 1of 8


Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of 
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction……………..What was 
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story. 


When the Universe was in danger   1 of 4 

The cascading spring of poetry or anger, start flowing,
When pain got absorbed, in one’s mind and heart,
And the agonies of   heart, show their somber face,
When they dance on the lips, while words take shapes.01

The utterance becomes a melody or a loud voice of thunder,
Depending upon the depths, of pain and piercing thorns,
When tears start rolling from eyes, without stopping for a while,
Like the streams which keep flowing,   without ever stopping.  

												
When the waves of pains, strike high touching the air and,
The separation from love splashes against the sky,
It takes shape as a pain of heart, and goes-up like high waves or, 
It burst like heated lava, coming from a Volcano’s chest.    03

Suppressed pain strikes the rocks, when they comes on its way,
The sea of turmoil creates a fearful noise,   while hitting the rocks,
The anger then burst, like the sea surf covering the mighty rocks,
To engulf everything coming, before the raging mind and heart. 04

Considering the end to save the lives, the earth started shouting loudly,
As if the Tandava Nritya*, had started to engulf the earth,
O Please Stop, You are the God of creation & destruction too,
Have mercy, O Shiva*, O Please stop, your Tandava Nitrya,*
Or else the whole earth would forever come to a halt.   05


Ravindra

Kanpur India 14h Feb 2011                                      to continue in 2/8

Clarifications:

Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus, who is also the source of all creations and
distractions. Shiva’s Tandava is a vigorous dance that is the source of the cycle of
creation, preservation and dissolution. Tandava depicts his violent nature as the
destroyer of the universe.

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction



Details | Epic | |

My Inner Breath Part:1

Because this is my feeling and what i yell inside
I yell it with anger and i yell it with pride
You might not know what ones been through
But this is part of whats been true
What is there to do
I am a soldier at war with the core
Fighting for my insecurity, in my life's debility
In search for reality through my music ability

Yeah my life is somehow fake
Not even with so much at stake
For goodness sake I want to break
Because with great power comes great responsibility
In an apocalypse of ability, charisma and sensibility
Moments in life are what create a person what he is
In description falling in abyss
My life changed me completely
The point of views that i see in me
Generosity that unfolds through me
Now just pointers to these feelings
Differences that might seem like misunderstandings
Comes and goes that end up as great landings
Now lets just go back to my sentir
Forgive me not the one here to plead
Its my people that call out my story
Who call out the way I face my glory
Like the time i was crossing the border
I still get punished for my misconduct disorder
Now locked in a 5 by 11 cell
I now many don't know this
And many cant tell
But this is just a bit of whats impelling upon
To make it straight I am no criminal I am no con
Just made bad decisions in my life
Now believing in the right in the right of a second chance
I blew opportunities but lets enhance
Certain people just judge me by my stance
Don't judge me by what you glance
There is a lot more to me
Then there is the eye can see
I know no one is superior
No one is inferior

Meant to soar through the stars 
not meant to be behind bars
I just know we deserve the same respect
Coming from his image so we simply just connect
I may not have achievements 
But i have many goals


Details | Epic | |

Hope

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

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

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

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

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

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

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

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

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

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


Details | Haiku | |

ZOOKEEPER

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

PASSIONS

PASSIONS 


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   18 January 2013  


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom Reigns

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

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

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


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Tears

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Yesterday I Lived Today I Died

I spread my broken down wings and fly 
So minded high when Im so dam low that I cry
Im living around hurtful people so much it makes me think suicide
You see the pain written line after line 
You can honestly see the tear drops fall down from the eyes
Pain so deep a sucker like me can always realize
Realize the pain inside a hearts truth so much  that it seems like a lie
Everyday is is certain do or die
When all is said and done atleast I can let me people know that I tried
So someone tell me something different on this crazy road in which I ride
Everywhere I run It still seems like an addict like me can't hide
I do what I do in forms written in rhyme
Living a young crazy life trying to get out a life a crime
I know that Im still young but it feels as if I am running out of time
I almost went out twice that should be a life changing sign
Yeah I like to laugh yet I wouldn't know what it would be if I wasn't crying
I keep crying when Im laughing that the feelings collide
All because yesterday I lived and today I died


Details | Rhyme royal | |

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! 


Details | Free verse | |

Gay Aliens

Gay Aliens


We are gay aliens
We come in peace

We traveled inconspicuously
to your world through intergalactic
pods or wombs

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

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

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

They called us names
like faggot and sissy
butt-bangers

We the gay aliens
Who come in peace

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

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

But that is not our mission
We come in peace

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

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

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

Because
We forgot
Who we were
And why we are here

We are the gay aliens
We are legions
Hidden among you

We are a gift to humanity
And we come in peace


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Romanticism | |

Do not travel the lonesome road

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

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

-10/6/2013


Details | Haiku | |

Mountain Climbing

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

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

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

I descend
While	 I 	urgently 	hold 	on
For dear life…


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

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


Details | Free verse | |

There She Goes

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


Details | Blank verse | |

The Forgotten

 Do you remember them?
The ghostly faint voices of the children
Sending whispers upon the wind
But do you here them?
Their pleading wails
Eerily calling into the night
"Please don’t forget me"
But you do...

Recognition of those pale, white faces
Lost in short time
Remembrance given to
The blood splattered fiend
permeating with guilt
But do any of you remember
The glistening crystals
The shock the horror
Pasted upon the drained faces
The scared
The mourning
The world
As tragedy struck her resonating dissonant chord
For all the world to hear
But the spotlight then did fall
To the master mind of that days' pain

A day does pass...a week...a month
….....A year
Do you remember them now
The ghostly voices of the victims fade
Their whispers carried away by the wind
And you do not here them
Yet one little voice still begs;
"Please do not forget me....I am important too"
But soon the forgotten is faded
And molded in their place are the rotted teeth
Of the monster that stole their lives
And is forever immortalized
But will you remember THEM?
Will you remember the dead
Do you remember the victims...?


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


Details | Free verse | |

The Road

Suspended in perpetual animation
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
From hours of travel though inches gained
Spewed forth from the bowels of existence I stand
Before me lies the road

Like a pond turned solid by Winters touch
The road is wide, flat, smooth
No encumbrances to impede the journey
Cautious at first, testing the consistency of life
The trek of life begins on the road

It is not so bright anymore
Feet shuffle along in a redundant pattern
Knees skinned and bruised
Rocks, underbrush, thorns and ruts
These are the things that now fill the road

Alas, a fork and a place to rest
Up to now the choices where clear
Through mired with pitfalls the ground was flat
No twists, no turns no looking back
Things are to change depending on the road

Left or right, the choice seems easy
The right is blessed by being clear
The left appears to be less traveled
Skulls, cross bones and signs beware
Love and pain are to gain on the road

I have been meant to suffer
Life and family has taught me that
The left road I must take
The pain of absence of love already aches
Perhaps life shall end on this fragment of the road

The hand of God has made passage impossible
Wind, rain, sleet and hail
Tear are my flesh and blur my eyes
Bloodied and raw fingers grasp into the unforgiving Earth
Clawing my way up the grade that is now the road


Shrouded in disappointment and failure
I succumb to life’s journey
It is simply too hard without family and love
Face down the struggle ends
I release my grasp and begin the last leg of the road

Where is the bottom? Why have I not hit?
I quit, I have no more to give
Yet suspended like where it all began
What forces dare to interfere with the plan
For what reason to I remain on the road

It is not I that continues the struggle
Through slits of clarity wiped clear from tears
The vision comes into focus
There is one who feels I am worth the effort
It is my brother who holds me on the road

You are not a brother, blood of blood
Nay, you are a brother by choice
A man through unconditional love and conviction
Has purged the darkness, sorrow and despair
Saving my life and my soul, I am still here on the road

I have no tangible means of payment
Gifts and idle trinkets could never tender the amount I owe
The love I have and the embraces of family
It is what was given to me because I went left
The wounds healed and voids filled because of the road

Today the day is bright
Warmth surpassed only by the glow of love
Shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
Life is worth living and good again
Because of our travels down the roa


Details | Romanticism | |

Betrayal

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love is betrayal... love


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Slipped Dreams

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


Details | Free verse | |

God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

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

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

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

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

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

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

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

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


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

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

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

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

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

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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American dream

A father of five a husband to one
Family comes first second to none
I strive to be great at whatever I do
I am destine to leave good impressions on you
I have traveled a road bumpy at times
I got through my pain with a few snazzy lines
I have used paper as a counselor for quite a while
I have even masked pain with a slightly fake smile
Inside I feel as though I am misunderstood
I hate feeling bad I want to feel good
But I wake up every day with the same outlook on life
I have my 4 kids and a beautiful wife
She helps me remember why I am alive
My boys give me strength needed to get up and drive
Family has been my biggest accomplishment to date
When it comes to being there for them I am never late
Although at times I struggle to for reasons to live
I continue to look for ways I can give
I have recently met men who would kill to have what I do
I have recently learned there always someone in a worse place than you
I yet continue to struggle and plainly understand
How life becomes all about money and its demand
Without money there is no freedom even in the USA
But yet people jump the borders even as bad as it is today
Our economy holding no punches knocking many families out
Leaving even our government filled with doubt
So why keep striving why stand tall
My wife and kids, I won’t let them fall
I refuse to be a victim of stress and depression
I will keep fighting my way through this recession
Although they say it over it doesn’t appear that way to me
I want to believe the American dream is still possible for me


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Free

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


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night travelling Prince

Beyond the scary valley
After the clean sacred alley
I carry my veiled vagrant self
Like a monstrous and fleeing elf
Through the evil forest
I realize my supreme and costly errors
On the deep oceans
With no protective vaccines
I sail my sorrow
On the very witty vessel I had to borrow
I am the night traveler
Carrying a million evil under a black umbrella
I am cursed by the corrupt earth 
To attract wandering woes henceforth
My spirit is sanctioned
Like a witch prison so old fashioned
My path as dark as my thought
Even the serpent to me not dare cough
I wail to my troubles
As I try to look at them through that plain goggles
I smile to hunger and worship thirst
And bless my enemies to die first.
Banished from my motherland
I become the scary stranger on the other land.
To children, I am a monster
To elders, I am a looser
To the outcast, I am a friend
To royals, I am a slave to lend
To the hunter, I am a prey
My outer suffering is a naked ray
Truly, for me you dare not define
Because with me they never choose to dine
My inner pain is dynamite
You deem infinite
My stars varnish 
So my dim light I cherish
It is with a heavy deadly wood
That I strike the good 
And wage war to the wise fool
Whether or not he tries to be cool
I strengthen my soul
And it feels like a rare coal
For the future is wicked
With my heart it trembles with a bell so creaked
And so I travel
Not very much aware who may tackle
In silent steps
The very silent footsteps
Behind the marvelous mask
Embedded with a mysterious task
Till I reach the cold coordinate
Where comes the trouble of the bastard syndicate
You know not who I am
Only the evil sultan can tell you what I really am.


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

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

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

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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Angry and Tense

You keep on saying that you want to come back, 
But am really scared and confused because your heart seems so black. 
They say red means danger, but I know black means death. 
Not taking that chance to make you take my last breath.
Your a great girl in some ways! Trust me I have to admit. 
But what I wanted most was your feelings,and I didn't feel that one bit. 

People come and goes, hearts beat and stop. 
I think the "I love you" word is just a bunch a crooop. 
Love is just a word use to captivate one's mind, 
But a true "I love you" I guarantee you will never find. 
Looks are deceiving, so are words put together, 
The first thing you wanted us to do was to be one forever.  
Sometimes i am sure of things, because I think before I act, 
Would u take a shot for me? "Yes". Now I don't know if that's a fact.
You have left me in a hole left for dead, 
I have stressed too much its time to take you out of my head. 
Sorry!It's over! Still sorry its over! 
I am tired of these trust issues. 
Tired of seeing our relationship imitating wet  tissues. 
Dry for a while but when wet fade away.
Now you have given me me a heart like ice in a frozen tray.

Never the less I will always respect you,
Please try not to let trouble neglect you, 
I will pray each day that angel protect you,
And if that day comes heaven accept you!


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Sliding Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When will you be set free?


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Eternity of Silent Suffering

These castle walls are cracked and moonlight seeps through, i hug my knees to my chest as
a sob threatens to break out of my throat. My skin is pale and thin; my bones stab through
my skin-nearly breaking it, I would look like a scraggly porcelain doll if I ever looked
in the mirror, but being trapped in this damned place for however long I have no access to
such a luxury. 

My eyes are wet, my hair is tangled and knotted-unbrushed for at least three weeks. My
fingers resemble the bone underneath. I hear wolves call from under the ten foot tower, I
shake in my corner and wish to get a nights sleep that I know would never come. The marks
on my back from the whip stings like hell. 

My limbs hurt; feeling stretched as if they were pulled by horses. A pain in my skull just
behind my eyes pounds rhythmically like hoofbeats galloping drunkenly on the hard
cobblestone streets of London. 

The silver glow of the moon glows brighter as the silver orb centers itself in the sky.
The pain in my limbs grows more intense, the urge to scream in agony is tempting, but I
don't. I should, but do not. It will get me nowhere, and it will not help me. So, I sit in
the corner and suffer silently through such torture. The moon rises higher toward the
center, the pain grows; soon enough, I am unable to hold in the screams.

I scream. 

Granted that citizens below can hear me; do they come? Do they wonder what or who could be
enduring such torture and pain? No...they do not. Never have. 

I go through this for six centuries, no one looks up at the thin, slanted and dark window.
No one comes clambering, clumsily up the stairs of the tower to where my screams grow
louder and are the dominant instrument in this dark, cobblestone hell. No one comes-some
may wonder, I do not invade their minds-nor have I tried. 

But, I fear not that they do wonder, probably are just afraid of what dark, evil creature
awaits them to their death. I am but a nightmare, not exactly a dream, but neither a
nightmare shrouded in shadows and hidden in scraggly, ugly branches like long, clawed
fingernails. 

So, yes, I am nothing but what I perceive myself. What others perceive me as, I know not
what to think; I scream, no one comes...yet, my life is lived more for me as I am living
locked up in this hole. Locked up, and suffering. No one to hear me scream. 


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Tears Running Down Your Face

I saw you cry today,
I can't tell you that I feel your pain,
You're his daughter,
this time God couldn't get any wronger,
he shouldn't ever taken your father,
I swear that in my head my screams couldn't get any louder,
I screamed to God and reminded him of his daughters,
but mostly of you, because i knew you would take the news harder.

I couldn't even give you a hug and tell you that everything's going to be okay,
I don't know what happened I just froze when I saw tears running down your face,
I know you're going to miss him every single day,
I just want you to know that I love you and that I'm always here for when ever you need a 
friend,
I've been trying to make you laugh today,
I've done it a couple of times and that makes me feel great,
because for two seconds I took the pain away,
but I know that your pain will always stay,
I'm sorry I know nothing will ever take away that pain,
but you got friends and family that will help you along the way.


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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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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 Moment Slipped Away

Falling in love is hard to do, but when I'm with you it seems so easy.
Loving you was better then a kiss.
Loving you was better then a slit wrist.
We laughed, we played we ever cried some too.
The time passed so fast, yet I ended up empty handed.
The moment slipped away and I fell on my face.

We had a fight and my depression got worse.
We cried and yelled to end up with nothing lost. 
You said so many hurtful things, and you think you can take them back so easily?
Punches were thrown, bodies were broken and that small moment slipped away.

The tears I cried soaked up the pain that wrenched in my heart.
The pain once hurt, yet now it's gone.
You picked me up and spun me around.
You put on that fake smile.
You laughed at my pain, you evil lover.
I laughed as I finally saw your true fatal colors.
That final moment slipped away.

-Kallie Mason


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Forget us but not me

You know what
Just forget me, 
being with me, 
nothing good can come through. 
But one thing I promise is, 
I will never ever forget you. 
The memories we shared, 
the time went by too fast. 
They're all a part, 
of my tearful past. 
But we both knew we couldn’t continue, 
under these conditions. 
There was so much love there, 
but too much distance. 
Please forgive me, 
for the choices I’ve made. 
I just want you to be happy, 
but please don't let the memories fade. 
I have cried myself to sleep, 
time and time again. 
And I'm just waiting for the one day, 
that maybe we can be one again. 
It's just right now, 
is no time for pain and love to mix. 
With all the distance and hate from both of out families that was there, 
it's just impossible to fix. 
Maybe we can happen again, 
sometime later in life. 
Just move on for now, 
don't be a sacrifice. 
You are too amazing, 
to lose forever. 
I'm not going to forget about you, 
not now not ever. 
No one knows, 
how much this is actually hurting me.
Free from this pain I call myself, 
is what I wish for you to be.


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safe captivity

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


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When It All Began

You look at me 
And I wonder if you see what I see
All the flaws and imperfections
I wonder why I'm the choice of your affection 

But then again apparently 
Your no good for me 

But i love you
So what's my choice 
Besides id rather listen to my hearts voice  

You hold my hand and my heart 
As i think of how are love came to a start

Me looking for an escape 
From the pain and memories that haunted me 

And you knew it to 
"You walk with the pain on your shoulders"
And suddenly you seemed so much older

You knew and cared back then 
You weren't even my friend 

And i found out 
You loved me that day too
And thought if only you knew  

I hope that 
you my friend 
know my love will never end 
because I knew when it all began 
  


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pain

There is pain I feel that I do not show
I hurt so much some time it's hard to breath
I hurt so much it's hard to move
I put a smile on my face
And act like everything is fine
I don't tell any one
I'm trying to be strong
Not to be weak
I got a lot to people to prove to that I can do it
That I am strong
I have to try to do better but it is so hard when I hurt so much
It is so hard to move on
Why oh why Am I going through this pain
I do a little better a little at a time
I get stronger and stronger 
My soul and heart try to peek out and see the light once again


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Once a child birth

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


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The Poet

It is a fever.

  
The poet

They found the poet outside the park

His steps spoke many words of wine

His upper half seemed half asleep

And his feet walked a crooked line

His arms were spread as if to fly

His lips apart as though to speak

The telltale flush of liquid joy

Told tales of  rum from cheek to cheek

The night herself caroused with him

Drunk on sadness, drunk on care

And drink they drank, the weary lovers

Setting wine against despair

The bonds of reason, broken down

His mind amok, and absent sense

The world in woe, the world in glory

Lay before his presidence

 

And it was then they walked to him

Rudely rousing man from dream

Casting eye on village bard

Taking man as man would seem

"Sing for us again, o bard

Cast your words at senses keen"

This was why they broke his peace

Winters twice his summers seen

"Sing for us again o bard

Spin sweet words from bitter truth

Stir the embers of your heart

Dig through elder years to youth. And

Let the fountain spring with might!!

Showering us with wisdom earned

Showing us the link in hand

Of teachers harsh and lessons learned

Free yourself from wine's embrace!

We would hear a tale or two"

Turns to them, a wizened face

"Ask not man, but what is due."

Graying eyes regard the gathered

Moving on, from face to face

"The world whirls in the hands of time

And yet all things remain in place"

"As yet all men remain the same

The board reset a dozen times

Pi-eces unaltered, so is game

Though rearranged, the given lines

You come to me as bank to debtor

You plague me with unbridled want

Says at last, man to tormentor

'Cease at once your unjust haunt""

It is a fever

"It is not a gift so given

It is not a boon bestowed

Nor is sight beheld as blessing

When the eyes have overflowed

With the sorrows of existence

Pain cavorts with all men born

Know the price of your persistence

Hear the words of man forlorn

What is loss compared to weakness?

What is pain compared to need?

When the soul suffers from sickness

To give blood to those who bleed

O for those suffering in secret

O for hidden scars concealed

Know a secret's mark of secrets

Is in wounds that never healed

The world at large, and I remain

Numb in spirit, numb of mind

My inner coldness feed by pain

Reaped from years left far behind

 

It is a fever that I have

It is an illness I possess

It is a symptom that you worship

It is a sign that you profess

To love, to need, to love to hear

While I remain diseased of soul

You chant and clap then disappear

Then falls to me, each telling's toll

 

It is a sadness that I feel

It is madness that I suffer

When the muses offer gifts

Turn your backs and run for cover

Talent has a price, and paid

This price I have, each passing day

Rise to cup and rise to can

Drink my fill then come what may

All my masters come before me

Warned me of the poet's curse

Know you all of Byron's story

Know you all that Poe's was worse

Happiness is bound to beauty

Joy to all that beauty, see

But for those that birth said beauty

All is pain and tragedy

Listen to my fading voice, now

Listen to my silent plea

Know the doom of every poet

And ask of this, no more from me

I will fellowship with Bacchus

Gimlets of the finest sort

Rise to can and drunken glory

Fall to pleasure and cavort

Now my night bids me return

Wine is all that shields from sorrow

Sets me free from all concern

Trouble enough, will be tomorrow"

His soul unburdened, back unbent

All is caught in a lengthy pause

He turns to go, the air is rent

With sounds of cheer, and of applause

Now lowering balding head to ground

"Man may speak but none may hear

Sing for us again o Bard,

Has now become a thing to fear"


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Broken Friendship

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


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Coming on Home

Coming on home,
in a rain storm on the 4th of July,
watching the neon colors of explosions
blowing high up in the dark, purple sky
spraying joy and happiness with designs
of man's love and creation.
Coming on home to a place
that is warm in the heart,
but cold in the mind of harsh memories
and of brushed fingertips and slashed backs
and broken bones and snapped spines;
warm in the heart... coming home to my baby
whose been gone for way too long,
and it's time for her to come home now!

Coming on home with a suitcase full of nothing,
and a book full of nothing,
and shoes and pants and a shirt and jacket filled with nothing,
coming on home with nothing,
nothing... at all-
Brains full of nothing but wasted air
and a mind full of broken dreams and worries
that snap in a moment's notice
without hesitation break my own back and snap my fingers
and blind my eyes with lye and grin at me,
as I come on home to nothing-

Coming on home,
homecoming,
a crown and sash(Homecoming King and Queen)
the dance, all the pretty girls dressed in white and blue
and the football game,
the home team loses by a touchdown,
but the kids they're still cheering and the cheerleaders do backflips
and smile and laugh,
the quarterback kisses his girlfriend on the fifty yard marker,
that was used for a battlefield;
(Boy, what a happy couple, voted the cutest couple in the Senior Polls)
Coming on home,
nothing special,
just another year with the same old heartbreak and sorrow
and same old smiles and frowns and dances and games
and cars that roam freely up and down the highways
and side streets going 90 in a 25.
Coming on home to a dark world
and for a moment everything is quiet
and sincere, and bang!!!
A high school romance that was never meant to become
was destroyed by envy and jealousy,
and this poem was written out of tears and a broken heart,
that has been shielded by smiles that hurt my face,
and tears held back that blinded my eyes,
and a scream that couldn't come out,
so it sits there, a lump in my throat
and this is the only way I can get it out,
by coming on home,
and writing this poem,
in peace and quiet.

.1.24.2014.


Details | Free verse | |

Pain Sustains Eternally

Once, I entered insanity with nothing and walked away with something can only be explained as knowing everything is perception nothing is real just the really fake and the only power is in that which you create something from nothing a simple knowing no one ever knew me except for what they accepted from everything but the source for I am eternal a nothing existence in an invisible sun everything dead that it touches Your all just figments of my imagination and this whole wide world a small part of my creation just for entertainment I gave you pleasure never could measure any ounce of belief because the image only ever existed as a small internal knowing I knew it was there I know I existed while your living only through my cancerous cells Words hurt, and pain kills too many problems two little pills no more sorrow it serves no use no one cares when they feel abuse words build into a sentence as many lines lead me to finish a guilty closure, a salty sweet that can't maintain as words to be I close my eyes, to nod away the pain sustains, eternally.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Tomorrow may never come...

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Torn

A bridge in maze through shift it gaze

Torn

From pillars being built in monuments to the sun;
A mouth to live yet viable led scorn,
In truth will learn as chivalry turn to worst;
Born under a bad sign in rudimentary fragmented parts...

Sheer brilliance led to essential eloquence,
Supernatural...
Torn,
I see a gate negate to climb

In distant fervor swept from behind
One in twain yet marked on its blotted page fully intact;
The deception lies in you amidst a shade of thorns,
Branded by ivy delusional thought provoking pitch,

A mind blinded lying headlong in a ditch...

In sunlight we gasp for air through pillars in illustrative thought
Torn between the world I know
Then to escape into the one I wish to go
A soul harvest to its plain;

The ghastly pitch lest I refrain again,

The light on the charitable offering still shines;
A tongue in cheek sublime rhyme,
Fought back its silence to numb its pain escape
A slide to cope in a favorable episode explode;
With no shelter to cry the outset of the fall
In silence its refusal of the slight of hand
To once again greet the average no it all
Fought back its silence to numb its pain once again
To shine in episodes of discipline within
Higher elements of discomfort & scorn
Torn

A bridge of light once again  to push away its pain within
A slope to cope a guard to wear;
Briars and silence amidst harlots with pain
The toll of lost lovers let lose in my brain
Torn
In episodes of anger
In the creative reply to things;
In destination of negate vile authority
Blinded by things that don't even please
Torn

~
Socialized wandering wizards in a heavy garb of compromise

Devastation in mass anhiliation the saga of paradise lost
Torn
With heads of state in vile treatment of hate
No sense to delegate or leave it up to fate!
~
Torn


Details | Epic | |

Mankind and flowers 1

Like a vine slowly stretching as it grows, my fingers inched across the sticky wet 
soil. Every ounce of strength was required to bend my elbow so my hand could 
come close enough to help me raise my head. I focused on the pain from which I 
drew my strength. This was not difficult; for pain was pervasive, and yet reassuring 
for it told me I lived. I turned my head and rubbed my face against my filthy sleeve. I 
must open my matted eyes, and discover the fate of the millions of others. We must 
help one another if survival was to be an option. A red fog was my greeting. 
Blinking, and rubbing my eyes yet again, I strained to see past the glaring red 
curtain. 

Oh we had been glorious in our might, and right, striding into the fray. The vilified 
horde we were to meet, and vanquish, could not hope to stand against us, 
for “God” was with us. We were the ones on the side of all that was good. This was 
for sure, because our leaders had told us so, and yet, somewhere in the back of my 
mind, I had wondered where they were, these leaders, as we marched into battle. 
Should not they have been here to witness our glory? Was that not what we paid 
them for? I cringed at my questioning thoughts for surely they were cowardly and 
treasonous. 

The veiled red world defied my attempts at vision, and cold fear struck my heart. 
Blindness, was that my fate? My screams reverberated, as I called for help. Empty 
silence, silence, silence, was the response to my pleas. At my belt rested a canteen 
and the seeming hours passed while I struggled to pull it from its case. 

Small the success which defines our hope, and the canteen sliding into my hand was 
such a moment.. Each cell of my being screamed for but one drop of the elixir within, 
and I slowly worried the cap from its mouth. Focus you fool, I told myself, for to spill 
this treasure was to die, and for this I was not ready. A sip and the sponge that 
was my mouth sucked up the moisture. So dry not one drop reached my throat. 
Again fool, again, and this produced a trickle down the cobblestone tunnel of my 
throat. Was ever there a greater pleasure? Nay, such a thought was pure folly, for it 
was not moisture which flowed, but the liquid silver stream of life itself. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Life cycles of the teeth

Gums

Then teething

Then chewing on toys



Gums

Then hurting

Then crying and making noise



Baby teeth fall out

And make room

For big teeth to sprout



Don’t forget to keep them clean

Brush and floss

In hopes they will look pristine



After years of abuse and candy

Nothing will make them feel better, 

Except for a shot of Brandy



Then comes the root canal and crown

Cavities and fillings

You have let your teeth down



The pain grows with every bite

Big teeth fall out

You endure the pain with all your might



You will lose them, when the time comes

And at the end of the cycle

You are back to the gums


Details | Epic | |

The Rape

Busy street hath t'en tranquility kiss'th,
Along my footsteps mild wind blow'th,
Bottle o' absinthe hath the stranger consumed,
Never to notice, an' leave my body doomed...
Hold'th he, my hand, to check the chime,
Throw'th he, t'at bottle o' wine,
Pierced his nails in me as I try to escape,
By t'en he tore open my velvet cape,
Feeble bosom o' mine with palms hath I covered,
As his garments in my sight, he lowered...
I screamed as the animal in him broke its shackles,
As he tore down the walls o' my genitals,
With continuous strokes, numb hath I lie,
Wishing o' the same street, instantly I die,
Pointing at the church, I murmered, 'why?',
Even after he left me torn,
The gods silently looked at me, never to reply.


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 | Bio | |

Antique

What many hands brought alive such a design?
Much heartache and brokenness, has caused her to shine.
All the pain has placed her alone,
with sweet mysteries, totally unknown.

The cries for her, by men are all now violent,
in them wanting her, she stands silent.
Unaware of the beauty age has brought to her face.
Unaware of how pain has been replaced by grace.
Her soul is a gateway which almost traps,
her spirit is a river flowing through you, filling all gaps.
If her movements were less, she would be a statue.
She would be the feeling you never knew.

Her beauty, her sadness...
all she is, is so very unique.
value of this antique.


Details | I do not know? | |

Battle Lines

Battle lines are drawn with no word uttered to act,
just a couple of simple emotions pain and loss fuel  this fact.
Bloodshed on the people we thought we could trust,
but now we know this is not true, as we lay our kin in the earth’s crust.

Vengeance is the fuel that fans the emotions of loss into hate,
for now it is not them but us that will decide their fate.
Call to arms the ones that have laid your brother to rest,
and in our embrace of steel find out who is the best.

When blood stains the ground and the hate sets fire to this land,
lets see past the smoke to who will finally stand.
In heated conflict our dance of steel and flesh will warship Aries the god of war,
and we will tear one another apart until we are no more.

Through the years our generation will hate the others without cause or reason,
For as the crimson moon passes it start another killing season.
Hate will boil and bodies will come under the knife,
and we shall take liberties on each other’s lands and wife.

All this pain will usher in a mindt Earth is a living hell,
and we will become prisoners within our own hated cell.
So before you step over line and fuel what you know is to pass,
lets buried our love ones together in the same mass.

After that, talk to me and so this could never happen while we our alive,
for if we don’t, in the future it could be us that will not survive.


Details | Epic | |

Temptation

Some say time heals the pain...

Some say it only makes it worse...

The only thing that can maintain...is how much you hurt.

The pain doesn't want to go away...

No matter how hard you try...

Your friends begin to worry...as you pass them by.

You stay isolated everywhere you go and in everything you do...

You try to hide the pain...cause you have no idea what to do...

If you keep God close he will help you overcome...

The temptation in your heart and make your pain numb.

God will help you through it...no matter what the pain...

All you have to do is call on his name to make the pain go away.


Details | Ballad | |

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


Details | Epic | |

CRIES IN THE DARK

In my youth I sat alone , Gazing at the stars 
wondering what their cares really are. 
I use to listen to the quiet of the night, 
This was a child's fanciful flight, 


The silence is broken by the cry of a child, 
The sound is fearful and wild. 
Still I try to quiet her cry, 
Only then do I realize the cries come from within me. 
No way to calm the child within. 

The sound is untamed and broken, 
My fears never meant to be spoken. 
The child remains in agony.  
Her pain was my reality. 

My torment gave him a sadistic pleasure. 
AS he stole my personal treasure, 
A gift I never wanted to give, 
A pain I don't wish to relive, 

Inside her cries never die louder still do they grow, 
Never to let the tears freely flow, 
No way to quiet the bitter truth, 
A precious gift stolen within my youth, 

Furious the child will be, 
From this pain will I be free  
Or is this pain forever my reality, 
No it's not for no longer  am I weak, 
But stronger do I become ,
This pain gives me strength
My will to live it will not Break!!!!


Details | Epic | |

x

               IN THE MIST OF THE BELLY OF POVERTY- MY SOUL ACHES...HEART ACHES AND PAIN THROB LIKE THE RAIN AND STORMS OF NOAH DAYS..I WANNA BE FREE.IM CAGED LIKE A BIRD THAT SINGS HIS LAST CRY FOR THIS CAGE ISNT A ILLUSION.AMBIGIOUS THOUGHTS OF THE FUTURE BURY LOST THOUGHTS OF THE PAST,AUSPICIOUSINESS COVER THE EARTH-GOD CAN YOU PLEASE SHOW ME A SIGN...I TWINKLE LIKE A STAR WOULD DO,BUT MY FLAME IS DIM/HELP ME GROW,ITS YOUR AID I SEEK TO HELP ME DISCOVER THE DIVINE ESSENCE OF WAR....WHAT'S THE MEANING OF LIFE?I'VE BEEN ENSLAVED MENTALLY BETTER YET (MENTALPHYSICALLY)LIED TO, DEPRIVED,MISLEAD ,AND GIVEN SHATTERED IMAGES OF JESUS-NOW HERES MY GROWING PAIN UNIVERSE-ITS U-N-I- VERES THEM. OVERSTAND MY METHOD...MY FORMAT SPREAD THROUGH THE HEART OF AFRICA, SO GODLY AS IN OSIRIS(THE PERFECT BLACK MAN WHO RESURRECTED)WHAT ABOUT THE PYRAMIDS-THE SACRED HOUSING EXPOSING THE HERE AFTER,SO AFTER THE STORMS JUST BE AMAZED AT THE RAINBOW,WHAT A PROMISE A CREATOR KEEP WITH HIS PEOPLE-ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL,HE LOVES US.SHOW ME ANOTHER WAY TO COPE WITH ALL THIS MADNESS AND HOSTILITY...GRANT ME THE SAME HARDSHIPS THAT MY PEOPLE ENDURED SO THAT I CAN ENDURE ENORMOUS STRENGTH TO OVERSTAND STRUGGLE BETTER/ITS LIKE A PERSON WITH SIGHT GONE BLIND SYMBOLICALLY REPRODUCING THE EYES OF OUR YOUTH BEFORE WE ARE X.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

THE PAIN BEFORE THE PRAISE

we all like to do things that make us feel good
we all like to do things that we feel we should
we don't want that feel good sensation to come to an end
even if it winds up costing us the loss of family, jobs or friends

but everything that feels good is not acceptable to Christ
as somethings that make you feel good may cause some struggle or strife
but feeling good is not the only reason that God gave us life
He wants us to feel good but not at a sacrifice
for the sacrifice was already given at Calvary on the cross
when Jesus gave His life so that ours would not be lost

for there is no pain without some praise
no glory without some gloom
no Easter without Good Friday
and no resurrection without the Tomb

in life there will be some rain, there will be some dark days
remember while on the cross Jesus to His Father He did say
My God, My God why hath thou forsaken Me?
what have I ever done to merit this misery?

when we find ourselves in situations and feel that from us God has strayed
we get angry, frustrated and discouraged and don't even bother to pray
we then call on Father God and have the nerve to ask him why
has He allowed us to go through stuff that makes us break down and cry

yes, there will be some pain that comes before praise
for after the hurt comes the healing when the hands of God are raised
God said His grace is sufficient for when we're weak He'll be strong
God said that when we trust in Him we will never go wrong

so journey down that dark highway of life towards your salvatiion
God said He'll be the light at the end of your final destination
so only do things that feel good but are also pleasing to God
and no matter what you go through keep Him always in your heart


Details | Free verse | |

Can Their

Can their be a heaven while your in my Hell?

Can their be a chorus in waiting through smell?
Can their be a flicker of hesitation amidst the pain?
Can their be any silence lest of course I refrain;
A window with children outside playing a game,

A shoulder to cry out in the pouring rain...
The silence;
Amidst a shadow torn in shutters peak,
Something to taunt though even the weak?

Can their be a host of angels in disguise?
To hide behind the inner pain of falsehood & compromise;
Chased dreams from your hair my pretty child prove the day/
Out of  sadness nestled in the mere fabric of desolation

Provoked to tears will feed all fears divorced for many years.,
In pillage turned to dust,
Can their be gold in them hills
Now whom do you trust?

Can their be an alternative out of heaven & Hell.,
Today, I have a great story to tell,
Out of sadness a slight bitterness;
Shades of pain leading to its demise in torment
Shades of trees polished amidst its brightened decorum
Eternity

Can their be ?


Details | Epic | |

Shame

Long before the ships came sailing. Living here was the first nation. They sat within the circle. Inside dreams and sacred visions. At peace with mother nature. Earth, the moon and sun. They hunted what they needed. Then asked the beasts forgiveness. Many moons have come and gone. And the buffalo are few. In the valley of dead warriors. They ever weep sad tears. The white man came with lies. And his shallow little dreams. He stole away their future. Inside pain and degradation. We must ever walk in shame. From the pain ancestors cause. By the greed within sad lies. That destroys a nations people.


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 | I do not know? | |

Insanity of the Dale Kind

I awoke to the smell of blood, Wondering what he got me into, This time around, After what he did to my parents, I could never forgive him. Couldn't believe my parents are dead, The fire took it all, And he was the one that did it, With that menacing smile, Painted across his face, Like a big stupid red grin. I'm not sure why he appeared, But I always knew he was close by, I guess I forgot to mention, The name of my psychotic friend, His name is Dale. I started to believe that I was him, But ever since that day I was locked away, He became more real by the day, As my sanity was draining, His personality changed, And now I'm in the middle of nowhere, Covered in blood. How did I escape from the asylum?, What atrocities did Dale commit?, Whose blood stains my clothes?, And where has he ran off to? Only questions run through my head, And no Dale around to answer them, I look around and see bodies, Laying face up in a pool of blood, More victims of Dale. It seems his strength is growing, And he is aware of me being weak, He could take over at anytime, And I'm not strong enough to stop him. As I move my eyes towards the hills, I see his menacing smile, And what appears to be a chainsaw, That dangles from his hand, I run over to him, Staring into those empty eyes, Hating him for what he is, Wanting him to just go away forever, But I never make it. There is an explosive pain in my leg, As I slam to the ground, Feeling my body going into shock, As the light goes black. I awaken sometime later, White hot pain coursing through my leg, Rubbing my head, And pushing myself to the mirror, Noticing a patch of hair missing. Upon my scalp are stitches, It seems they have cut out the sickness, Dale is no more, I'm finally free to be sane again. But then I see him standing by the door, "No it can't be, Your gone; they cut out the sickness, You don't exist anymore" I cry lunging at him with a knife concealed in my pocket. The blade pierces his flesh, Blood squirts out onto my hands, As I stare into his face, But there is no smile this time, The face...is not his! I watch as the woman's eyes grow cold, As her body begins to jerk, Tears pouring out of her eyes, And the last thing I feel, Is the prick on my neck. Sometime later I open my eyes, And there he is, Sitting before me with that smile, Opening his mouth he speaks, "looks like we're roommates again" He cackles madly.


Details | Free verse | |

Self-Harm

Huddled crying masses 
Bodies fallen to the floor 
Here’s the world that she lives in 
The world behind closed doors 
They each have their secrets 
Yet a secret that they all share 
The pain of life made manifest 
In bruises and pulled hair 
And some they have gone farther 
Than any one cares to see 
Drowning in the river 
Of blood that they each have set free 
This place it makes them sisters 
This place it makes them friends 
This place its constant torture 
Their problems never end 
A common man may glimpse upon 
the problems that they face 
But never would he journey to 
Set foot upon this place 
This place where tears are halted 
By the slicing of the skin 
the place where they're all desperate 
Use a razor, needle, pin 
No matter what they try and do 
We still cannot escape 
And others will not reach their hand 
For fear that it will break 
Depression is the master here 
With daily sacrifice 
Of blood and anger pouring forth 
Self-hate, a deadly vice 
Though lonely as they tend to be 
The secrets make them one 
Together they will over come 
This hate before they are done 
Yet the blood that they spill wont hurt them
Nor the bruises, Nor the pain 
For they are all strong 
Their courage far from plain 
Yes she knows she is strong enough 
To hurt herself again 
This most vicious of all cycles 
We will never see the end 



Details | I do not know? | |

Puppets

i see a maddened master living for some vicious fun,
cutting out his dead-wood with a fire-storm he's begun -
to burn out fields and farmers and their daughters and their sons:
"who will tend our crops and cattle, once the reaper comes?"

most of what we live and dream is rent before our eyes
as the strings that bind and taunt us rip us up and down to size.
how can it be that puppet masters count us, every one?
by a number, mark or ID card - sold as "freedom just begun"...

answer! give me an answer! why this happened without a fight -
that we let these twisted people take our freedom, overnight!
why should we care, why should we know, it's all to save our lives:
so god gave us intelligence - and a will that never tries.
so the puppet masters whip us into thinking we're attacked
by this terror-frenzied feeding - without god to answer back.

the way we dance and prance they think we're thieves liars fools and whores
the laughing wheezing dancing and the twinkle in their eye
is because they love the pain they cause
in the name of you and i

but behind the pain harsh callous acts words here's the saddest thing -
the puppet-masters' laughter wears some evil puppet string...


Details | I do not know? | |

savior

I'm caught between my heart and my feelings the insanes logic slowly revealing the battlefield drenched with mistakes made not nearly enough the price to be paid a calming word, transformed a harming world endured a storm is drifting and quick on my tail a confrontation of hot and cold gales a twister shows my irresolution love my blindfold a cloudy illusion a future forbode locked with lies consumed by those who claim to see through shut eyes a war is lifting and my allies run thin the ignorants blood we can't ever win the devil lays hot coals to refine us the flames catch the weak who will confine us so you protect your pain and love your hate they dig our hole and we'll never escape we slowly grow darker and flames hotter the link missing between father, son, daughter hush the gales for your pain is what i crave mind and body only focused to save rest now for the stars smile, shine, and cry gravity seen reality defined trust me to catch your suilloete aginst untamed skies only in deep pools of blood will i die i'm caught between my heart and my feelings realities plight slowly revealing hear the solom sunkin words of the stars who dare to be up and a away so far they lay sane and untouched by the hard time and i pray for you to follow in line a storm is drifting and quick on my tail a war is, lifting soldiers raised from hell give me your pain relenquish dependance so i can weild it and close the distance savior


Details | Free verse | |

Inferior?

I better tuck in my penis
I better not stand up
I'll just get slaughtered
please, Lord, let me be marytered
she layed with me, she stayed with me
those memories are vivid like a never-ending movie
what is more vivid is how the end swiftly came
I didn't realize it all was a game
I could do nothing but lose
now, woman, you've got me in the spotlight
rape me of my will
make me swallow the pill
oh beautiful creature, you have no idea
the pain I feel deep inside
a man possesses superior strength
but a woman is superior in every other way
a woman can carry your name or bury it six feet deep
she can do anything to make a man feel inferior
she can ensue panic, she can bring a life to an end
whatever is good, whatever is bad
a woman can change it all
though I tried to stand strong
now I cower at your feet
you don't care what pain you cuase me
I'm just all alone
I'm just alienated and feeling a shade of insane
I used to cry your name
and beg you to stop
tortured and beaten
I'm just a helpless animal
lingering deep inside me
my soul is hiding
waiting for the break of day
when the warm touch of a new woman comes
maybe that touch won't fade
hopefully the beautiful creature
will hold my heart and not tear it into pieces
she's coming, this woman I seek
Lord, please don't let my eyes see in vien


Details | Lyric | |

Tormented

Only so much suffering can one man take, when stretched to the breaking point like a taut
violin string
When the pain is so severe that one's body goes numb, when he can no longer feel the stab
in the back
Save for the pain within himself, the cruel longing for something more, the sting of
bitter defeat once again
Like recurring nightmares haunting his every step, he is struck in his heart with a
profound sense of despair
That comes from a long and arduous life, marked at each turn with sorrow and balanced on
the edge of a knife
What folly comes from the lie of hope, for the man has lived his life through the
dichotomy of failure and victory
Upon straying too close to the light, he is torn from it by his own sense of loss and the
cruelty of his soul
And at the brink of death, when came a thought of final peace, he was brought back by
frail and incomplete dreams
The dual cycle never ends, for one fated and born into this world for the purpose of
suffering others pain
Forever reborn to continue on the path of dread, to know happiness only for it to be torn
from his throbbing heart
The never ending wheel of birth and rebirth, the fulcrum built upon this man's existence,
his blood and sinew
But no one will ever know this man's name, nor share in his pain, for his is a burden he
must bear alone
His tortured soul and tormented mind assure it, for burdened as such, none shall ever bond
with him
And his cries will go unheard in the grand scheme of the universe, forgotten in the flow
of time, never spoken
'Til the end...
		


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A Game with Death

Deep within the confines of my mind, I play a game with Death itself
The pieces set, black against white, the game played a thousand times before
I move the pawns to block the enemy line, and I feel a tinge of empathy
The pawn and I, so alike, both pieces in someone else’s game, expendable
The greater pieces, knights and rooks, bishops, and queens protect the king
The King, the representation of my mind, if defeated so shall I fall
The pawns charge and clear the way against the line of Death’s allies
Reaching to the sky for their chance at glory, but stricken down before
Death’s cold and brilliant moves seduce me, like a forbidden dance
Haunting and frightening, but tempting all the same, I allow the moves
The pieces fall like leaves from an autumn tree, a piece of me dies with them
For this is no mere game I realize, but the struggle against the embrace of oblivion
And I’m losing, the king backed into a corner, no way out with foes in pursuit
The king in hopeless retreat moves further into defeat, and I tremble
My hand reaches for something, could it be that I’ve succumbed to failure?
I take the king in hand and it falls to its side, the match is forfeit to Death
But as I offer my hand to him, embracing my fate, the phantom simply smiles
A chill smile not seen, but felt in the heart, a stinging pain that told me his intent
He would not take me to the afterlife, but abandon me to a life of pain and hardship
Just like so many times before, the game played over the course of a lifetime
And Death cheats every time, every loss becomes another chance for misery


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feelings

word are lost in my own head
so then i wish i had read
the times of old the times of new
the worst of times i ever knew

from all the will forsaken me
i feel it all in eternity
from pain that have crossed
this feeling inside i sure have lost

it all is jumbled inside my head
but not prepared as my friend said
and so i wander and walk away
but all my feelings want to stay

and so i say...

i've been blinded by the light
all the pain has my own spite
for vurture has me in its jaw
but i am it's only flaw

burnt out by reason
left out by time
this may be my last
even with no crime

and so i am crossed
and i cant complain
that everything lost
has one to blame

to leave me out
to let me rot
has someone pouted
for all i got

not today
it burns to say
it's all ok
it's all ok.....


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Evolution

I only ask this , did you feel the pain from my eye when I cried good bye to my sisters pain when 
she died , or was it an emotion that you lapsed as my duality from you passed , side I will try rite 
from wrong I feel this path left for me will bring me lite from the shadow which you lead me to 
follow . I still feel this emotion from which you do not cry ,
but I wil still try .God I ask , need you less , what if I was born blessed , a mother who could walk 
and a sister with emotion to guild me thrue the foot steps,blame is the angel you have forgotten 
to bless , may I remind you regret is something that does forget need I remind you , well let me 
then, a cry a seed laid the root to witch it follows : pray I wil for you to  not lead me into  
temptation!