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Details | Ballad | |

OUR LOVE

(Groom speaks...)
In this world are things to contemplate.
Therefore, life can be complicated.
Stairs we must climb to overcome conflict.
Heaven is an open door of realities.
As my adoration of you is metaphoric, 
I am blessed that you feel the same.
We are together as one.
Our passion flows.
Our ardor is aglow.

(Bride speaks...)
In this life are confrontations.
We must address our demons to form our inner being.
Nothing is more than the characteristic of self-worth.
I see yours darling and it is me.
May I be shallow in the passion I feel?
I adore you.
I am yours.
Let’s share this with the world.

(Groom speaks...)
I asked you to marry me.
You said yes.
My head start spinning.
I felt the depth in my chest.
Our marriage vows have been written.
Our big day has come.
I am your man.
You are my woman.

(The Groom says his written vows.…)
Complicated the world may be.
Our time together will be cherished by the passion we feel.
You are my paradise and my sunshine.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, is intertwine with all aspects.
As a tree grows, so does our lust.
As a river flows, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our fascination accept our conundrums.
I will ardor you forever.

(The Bride says her written vows.…)
Complicated the world is.
Our time together we cherish.
You are my sunshine and my paradise.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, interweaves.
Life aspects will challenge each.
Our fervor defeats all our troubles.
As landscape flourish, so does our lust.
As lea bravado, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our infatuation withstand any rival.
Our ardor is dominance.
Our ardor is exuberance.

(Bride speaks...)
I adore you my man!

(Groom speaks...)
And I, adore you my woman!

(Music continues to play in the background until the symphony ends.)
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 04, 2014!


Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

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

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



Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature's Kiss~

Connecting with nature
Walking along I find peace…
Autumn leaves surround me
Crunching rhythms at my feet
I Step inside harmony ~

Brown leaves start swirling
A Tiny tornado forming
Admiringly…I stand glowing… 
A mighty wind blows off my hat
Quickly…I wonder …what was that?

As I hold onto my head
It blows away end over end
Nature playing games instead 
My gracious hat…ahead it blew
I ran after it fast and true~

Blown up against a Willow 
Floppy hat blocked indeed
Tiny raindrops starting to fall 
Cool drops kiss my cheek 
Nature’s spirits forever speak ~

                                          


Details | I do not know? | |

1-15-10 Commands

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


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Couplet | |

The Leader Bunny

All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask?
Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace.
He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits.
He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes.
Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around.
But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown.
So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein.
And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win.

Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race.
The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace…
A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down.
A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown.
Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end.
A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win.
Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail.
And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail.

Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown.
His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown.
When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race…
Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace…
Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last…
It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest.
But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think…
It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…



Details | Couplet | |

Breathes

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

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

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


Details | Free verse | |

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Sgt Griffin

A sorte protege os audazes
Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with
A daring pair of rangers that made us just
Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
Baby we won't have to pass away, oh no
To the reality of a fascist state
Although

It's hard it's envious of me to see you apart from me baby
Yeah into so many things that aren't a part of me maybe
It's the coat of arms oh stitched by those that harm
That cause alarm
Or the green card rejected by the armies of God be-
Cause they frost The Fall and that's

That's just to save us all
And the justice saves us all

And the style is designed
And with the sign of a Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you and me

So the poet in the philosopher
He said that he'd
He'd throw us the thrill of a cross but first
Put on a gauntlet, in a British accent "lad you can't let
Oh the truth bring out the worst and let it get
Yeah the best of you" so

We'll catch it without the hurt but
Still left with a loss of words 'cause

The style is designed
And with the sign of the Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you from me
My envy of things that separate you and me


Details | Free verse | |

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

My Awakening

When the world is fast asleep not me, I think and think and think how can I be more unique more I think, and think and think how will they remember me? how can I change it, more differently? how can I push and challenge me? now that my mind is unlocked and free the new sun rises and startles me my trance is broken, my awakening The new dawn rises, surprises surprises thankful to the twin gods, Isis and Osiris for removing all the sins of my past lies that was bringing me down to my demise The balance, my chalice, now undisturbed its order is hanging by my good word I do not wish to go unheard but who is there to hear me when my thoughts are stirred? In a sense of peace drop to my knees look up to the heavens they're smiling down on me how can I repay them? what is my creed? I rise now awakened revived in my belief.


Details | Epic | |

All we need a pot in one piece

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

the art of persuasion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He
burst
into
flames;

then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.

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

The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.

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

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

The room darkened from his moonly mind.



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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Why Vote?

why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies 
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners 
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?

yet, when we the American citizens 
who have worked and struggled all our lives 
attempt to get any assistance from the government 
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians 
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy 
over social responsibility?

the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position

now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness 
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption 
versus social reconstruction?

so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance 
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
 





Details | Ballad | |

What are your Words of Poetry meant for Oh Sage

I.
The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah

II.
Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah


Details | Bio | |

Podium Monarch

The brilliant propagator spoke in rhyme carrying my mind back in time in awe this 
master-orator captivates me ecstatic and frenzied hypnotic and mesmerizing 
absolutely astonishing. His authentic rhetoric could persuade the masses a 
genius and intellectual spectacle, impeccable words that rattle my nerves 
charismatic qualities preferred ambitious he conquered my sense clever and 
constant prophetic and uncanny. Deliverer of outstanding effects undoubtedly a 
shrill diction none the less, a repetitious tongue he used to arise emotion and 
manipulate devotion his dramatic performance would manifest power to the 
point of spiritual rhythm.The psyche of such a speaker a ruler not a pleader with 
such anguish he reached out to his awed audience and wiped away any 
negative faculties still burning inside them. This mere man is intoxicating the 
reciprocal respect between he and his listeners leaves them numb and 
overwhelmed an honor greatly upheld. Superlative speeches with tremendous 
will a concept unreal but to his followers a thrill, fanatical man of words on 
educated grounds his legacy is bound decorations of noble peace is with in his 
reach. Paramount of virtue in the mind of this modest man a gift to our time.


Details | Epic | |

Contagious Judas

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

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


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

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

I Hope you enjoyed it


Details | 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 | Rhyme | |

Don't Drop the Soap

I bet you're out of hope.

Dude, don't drop the soap.

I bet you find it hard to cope.

Dude, you're crude and rude,

And full of dirt and oil.

Wash yourself clean,

Because you are mean,

I don't wanna be on your team.

You hung yourself from a short rope.

When you shower,

Dude, don't drop the soap.

Next time you'll treat someone right.

Next time you'll wanna do it too.

Next time maybe you'll wanna live the life that's true.

Maybe you'll stop being so cut throat,

But in the meantime,

Dude, don't drop the soap.

8-15-11


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Becoming Something More

Into dream, unto life 
To love and then, back again
What shall be discover

It’s the yearning 
For beyond 
The unknowing amid next to other

And when I do partake
I reach further 
Over bridges into another

Thus, for me, I am never ending
Always wading in
To shores upon beginning

Sensing each of nuisance 
And its unrelenting offer

So I am…
Able to love, to live 
And to dream abound

Past the last of moments 
That time has stored

Being me 
And…
Becoming something more


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Stork


The Stork

The ship arrived surrounded by the dew,
his past she carried on her seaward tracks,
across-the-board, the skyline turned up dark,
- a stork he was, comradely to her crew.

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

A clever stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazing for the sunken to discern,
perceived the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the coloring of nightly soot.

The dusk abraded, hence, the ship's details,
still numbness of the gray; her spirit stared,
as his persistent, learning eyes had paired
with mind's perseverance, head-rope and brails.

The boats quizzical, around they tripp'd,
loose wooden cradle-coffins-like, astray,
companions lost beyond the clouds' array,
and signalizing waves, on moorings whipp'd.

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

And then they fled to skies - two passing glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- pure emeralds the shoreline-noon bestows. )

What foolishness of storks, invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in his darkened phase,
two ebon-funnels tall, with smoke they praise
our wraiths' long flight on everlasting trip?

© 09/25/2012, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)


Details | Verse | |

I Don't Hate America

I Don’t Hate America

I like the country I live in
That doesn’t mean I have to sing their songs
to prove that sh@!.
That doesn't mean that 
I can just can’t get over the fact that
they murdered the people who built it
 
America was dedicated to a proposition that
“all men are created equal, except
for women, indians and blacks

The white men were just fine is what we were told 
but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD?
The ones that were thrown overboard and
those who died from sickness while in transport

Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left
and people like Thomas Jefferson
He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death
What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged,  
All while screaming “Nigger" What’s your new name?
Oh how soon do we forget…
That’s why I despise that word and
I don’t care who it is that uses it
#u$k that slavery sh@!
And #u$k that flag b@%ch!
#u$k you America because you’ve always made things hard .
So don’t look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free
more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see

I don’t’ hate America
I can be and do and go as I please
But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease 
They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis 
Please! 

I remember the natives of this land
They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land 

I remember the Civil War 
where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line
The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives
 
I don’t hate America
This is my home 
But I refuse to let the things that 
my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten
It’s 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote 
It’s the same shit, but now they just don’t use the noose to choke the life out of souls  
I’m so tired of the constitution and it’s loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws
This just proves that man can’t govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper
I don’t hate America
I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance
I pledge my allegiance to God 
and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans 


Details | Epic | |

glance

If forever is a moment in time
An’ my life, a blink of an eye
Its still worth the fight
To make it through the night
Cause the nights added together
Make up most of my life
And even that in forever
Is just a glance, just a glimpse
Of what forever might be like….


Details | Epic | |

Silk Scarf


Last night the moon told me to pass,
from that same knoll we used to walk,
midwinter's cold, after school's class,
- I heard the silences to talk.

The moon above, was a waxed smile,
transmitting to creation light;
the pines were present and the aisle,
recalled my bronze six buttons bright.

I think the night wanted to talk,
or maybe to attend and care,
something was missing from that walk,
but was ascribed in the hung air.

Arcane the moonlight and your stare,
asserted truths that were forgotten,
my only certainty was aware,
the pines our song recited often.

I think you passed alone from there,
before the solitude to nest,
upon my Oxford blue sky's fare,
and constellation of Northwest.

Ascend above the stars of then,
appreciate the ghosts of time,
upon the knoll I walked again,
amid the pines, the sage and thyme.

The arbor greens, recalled that scarf,
I bought from Indies, on last barque,
half-ended trip because the surf,
never revealed the moors in dark.

Blue waves on silk, buoyancy failed,
betimes it was this last of nights,
the winds of Indian reckon wailed,
sea waters entered from dead lights.

© G. V. 01-16-2012
( Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Epic | |

The Stork I


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | Ode | |

Nyx - Ode


Strophe:

The shadows know the scent of cloves,
as Nyx devolves from sleep's crossroad,
the night-owls croak to domes above,
her ode the stars turns to abode.

Her firmness strings the scene's stillness,
her laughter waves in hung ether,
small hours' submit her thoughts' steepness,
advancing 'mid green heather.

The night birds watch - with eyes of amber
night wraiths descend from stardome flare,
upon a sky-drome meander
that ghostly travelers time-share.
-----

Antistrophe:

Brilliant's the moon in ventured glory,
above shapes lays and daunting wraiths,
her eminence surpassed souls' faith,
to hark the travelers' lone story.

And kind advanced to lands of blooms,
as night conveyed upon each breath,
she confers grand the kiss of death,
with fates to weave on lethal looms.
-----

Epode:

On darkened growth she shines dismal,
In Stygian reign she rules - abysmal,
enchanted souls shall dwell in void,
with Acheron's old paths destroyed.
-----
© G.V. 10-03-2012, All Rights Reserved
Nyx = Night


Details | Blank verse | |

Sea And Space

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.

I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.

Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.

I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.

I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.

Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.


Details | Rhyme | |

AUDIO VISUAL

AUDIO VISUAL
What is a fight without a cause? Is it just a hidden affair that has no voice? Only knowledge that cannot be divulged and when discussed, the topic is irrelevant. Mentality is a place of iniquity. Mediums are designed by civil engineers to place mentally captured vestibules; those, which will manifest identities. You can hear their mundaneness in their conversation. You do not want to speak to a naked wall. As a result, they enter your vocal environment. For that reason, you speak out. ___________________________________|
penned on october 24, 2014!


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT AM I

I am a mythological being.
I did not obtain any distinction during the Vedic period.
Benevolence is my trait.
A supernatural being is my faith.
What Am I?

Juxtaposed I stand.
I must maintain my realm.
I am often warring to my counterparts that are equally powerful.
We are ordain by our God.
What Am I?

This is the last clue.
I am celestial as the day-lit sky.
To you, I am a female deity that is the essential nature of a god.
I am from PIE.
What Am I?

One more theme is that I can represent the forces of nature and I can represent moral values as well.
Never both I am.
I have enumerated thirty-three forms.
That is all.
What Am I?


Sponsor:                          Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name:	                WHAT AM I? 
Entry Date:                      March 08, 2014
Motif:                               Identity


Details | Epic | |

If Visions Mattered

I  set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter ,i paint a photo 
To vision my pictures
My vision has lost it way to my tongue
I speak what I see,visualise or better yet picture
My vision set scenes like am Picasso
As I speak out my words in a Pablo
More or less a parable of my words painting 
A vision of Picasso ,a pain tainting

Is it a beautiful vision that i now draw 
Sharp words sketching fine black &white 
Lines of how the vision begins 
Curves and edges on how 
I flip and toss these metaphors
And I colour the corners of my visualised picture
With idioms and shade it with similes
As it is similar to the photo of my vision
I speak fluently with coloured thoughts 
Penciled on my incomplete picture 
As I have my vision destroyed

For I set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter,as I have less of a picture
More of a photo
Photo my visions
Picture my visions
Spoke of my visions 
Frame my visions with
Synonyms, antonyms
Or shorten my picture with acronyms
Then the picture becomes and is less of a vision
The absence of words paints an empty picture

Words as powerful , dreams as wonderful
Actions performed, as visions are destroyed
destructed and demolished 
Words conquer, visions follow

I  set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter, i paint a photo 
To vision my picture 
Without these words I can not paint my visions.


Details | Couplet | |

The Library Man

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

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

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

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

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

Voice of Reason Contest


Details | Concrete | |

Poetry Piled Up

I am a native criminal artistic creative poet/
against all odds a convict of christ in society, I must not stay below it/ 
This is my time 2 shine people, da tattooed face over society I must out grow it/
 I show no love for those who show none for me/
 I just most recently been incarcerated so my objective is 2 remain free/
 But it hard for a mutha ****in strrugglin addict half breed/ 
I struggle wit my own DUALITY, because my whole life revolves around 2 BE OR NOT 2 BE/ Im a educated Hustler starting back from scratch once again/ 
**** my families help especially my soul called friendz/
 Prison I want to say NEVER AGAIN/ But Still Im a self made huslter/
 Still a type 2 give a **** mutha ****er/ 
I show respect and loyalty I live by the Code, I keep my eyes open, ears alert and mouth shut/
 I gots to give a ****/
 same thing everyday is where im stuck/ 
I live by the code of silence/A man of peace so its a last resort to violence/ 
this my poetry now I slowly pile it....


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

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

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

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

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

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




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

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

“Where these flowers come from?”

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

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

Who knew, it left for where?

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

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

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

Rain came one day.

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

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

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

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

             5
Scent of life

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

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




















Details | Epic | |

The Emperor, and the holy man

The Emperor and the holy man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12 September 2013@1835hgrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



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


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

On Clouds' Garage

His engine's raw horsepower screams
the peril vests this morn's adage,
the tilt on asphalt seems extreme,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

He rides upon the slopes'  domains
man's sacred deed in cold embrace,
The engine bellows on octanes,
engaging on the crags of Thrace.

The Metzelers on wet rise hold,
titanic torque and skill's finesse,
on borderlines and Thracian wold,
in Dainese, the bold egress.

The metal knee cups spark on ground,
the snow flakes melt on full face Shoei,
steep slopes resend untamed the sound,
and thousand cubic mean strings play!

The maid of Thrace, and Strymon God,
on borderlines, bestows the badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

And there she waits, betrothal rain,
the steel block hollers in thin air,
wet asphalt tracks - divine refrain,
as snow flakes lace the Thracian fare.
.
The maid of Thrace, and Strymon God,
on borderlines, bestows the badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.
.
His engine's raw horsepower screams
gray skies become his morn adage,
the tilt on asphalt seems extreme,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

© 11-17-2012, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic tetrameter)


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 | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Ode | |

Soldier of battles

SOLDIER OF BATTLES..    Steve Hudson

It started, in silence, in infancy; the eyes look beyond the darkness
To understand the sounds of rage, echoes of misunderstanding,
The beginnings of normalcy wrought with disturbance,
Bereavement for the loss of innocence and the first lesson learned.
The lines in ground becoming clearer.
The only thing that ever came easy for me is warring,
Not because I chose the ground, but because it chose me.
Here is your sword; here is your battle,
The field is endless and there is no turning back,
So find your heart and find your place among the ranks
You sojourn with.
You tell one another it will be okay, and that we will pull through,
But no one really knows.
Its only after our first encounter and mortal blow that we find some
Courage to face another foe.
The welcomed peace endured for a season, then skies darken
On eminent splayed horizons and shadowy realms of spirit
You try to make sense of the next wave of terror,
Taunted and vexed at every turn.
Your enemies take form in shapes of, what is true?
Wrestling, pondering among bloody concepts and the why.
Wounds received through fearful encounters take shape of scars,
Scars take shape of trusted moments carried through
Onslaughts of deception.
Fallen men on smoldering ground, tormented by hounds of confusion.
This is how it started, but not how it ended for you see, 
There was One we found in heated skirmish
Battle hardened and sure footed, the spear and shield wielded
With skillful hands, He inspired confidence in us all.
On days we found respite, He sat with us and taught strategies in warfare,
The secrets to winning the hearts and minds of defeated bretheren.
The certainty and comfort in His eyes, told stories of ancient victories held.
A kingly stature though plain to view, never considered Himself better
Then the lowliest man I knew.
We asked about some of the scars He brandished, 
“They are scars received from the greatest of man’s struggles,” He said,
He got them while defending the poorest of souls.
It was then we understood, it was of us He spoke.
So now we gladly fight for this One who became the captain of our heart,
We’ve learned from the truths that have pierced our very souls,
our greatest cause and reason to be.
A soldier of battles was He…


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Draconian II

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

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

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

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


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The desert was a beach.

I stood by the periphery… 
gracelessly doling derivative remarks 
(all that is rhetorical in rhetoric and blatant in denial) 
upon my comrades, the dust shot Sandinistas of midsummer masochism, 
the caliphs of ‘Baltic Bay’.  
“The armistice laid flowers upon 
the salt seasoned lip of the hatch-backed hawk…” 
Blood fell passively between his heartbroken legs, 
siphoned from each and every available pore; 
the oxygenated irony of pneumatic Gnosticism: 
“The desert was a beach.” 
They say that war is a catalytic catharsis, a palatial reprieve,
without languid logic or porous rationality, 
the emancipation of masculinity, 
castrated by the wire… 
I thought it was hell… I was taught to think otherwise… 
The torrential shards of verbal promiscuity 
stole light unto the fore, 
anxiously negotiating 
the parochial labyrinth of incandescent egotism, 
intrinsically denied.  
Rare, poached howitzers… laden with anxiety 
bore slight from the barbed-wire battalion 
of ill-fitting idiots, 
shuffling their feet, settling their nerves, 
sealing their fate with 
slack pot meandering midst snip sniped surprise.
“The technicality of principalities, dukedoms and deceit, 
tune the tuneless melody and save your soul from hate. “ 
Their calibre unknown, their reasons unfounded… 
the calypso calling cantaloupes of entrepreneurial acumen 
shot black with dusk… slid unto the night. 
Corporal rationale: “Half an hour of ambiguity…” 
Lieutenant liquidation: “Twenty minutes of woe…” 
Collective privacy: “Ten minutes of philistine philanthropy…”
Collective piracy: “Five minutes of... … ….” 
Towel clenched soviets, eager and resentful, 
scape-goaded the photographic horde into meagre submission… 
subverting the course of justice. 
Rented Kalashnikovs rattled ravenous replies… 
once, twice, three times a corpse… 
“Androgyny and xenophiles, the pasteurised provocateur… 
draped in Prada propped dynamics, mechanically aware…”   
Desiccant faeces flew five feet into the air; 
the aluminium gilded lavatories received the short end of the stick, 
figuratively emasculated… 
literally liquidated within (without) the… humdrum humidity. 
Gabriel dictated the proceedings. 
The abortive restraint of sycophantic silencers 
and Hassidic hallucinations, 
graced by a political patriarchy… 
urinating upon the synthetic soil.

     

 

    


        


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my love

Winds blows your hair  
Kisses  salty  crystals
Eyes of yours hit ocean
Rocks planets still rebourne 
In many spoken languages
In many dimensions 
Anywhere in any times
I be with you  to bless
Stop  drifting clocks


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Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


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Understand yourself to understand me

I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is 
truly a Tsunami.  God utilizes my time more wisely.
 I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself. 
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to 
understand yourself.


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Haikus About God: IV

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


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Inevitable Bear

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

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


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Master Slave

Live as others see,                                                                                                  
just what it is we do
Uncomplicated so to speak,
Superficial surface, simple rules
unfolding actions
Genuflecting before the holy altar
Or living the life provided
But there is the backgrounder
The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are
Giving opinions, comments
On every lasting moment
Final liable depending on circumstances
That we don’t necessarily agree to see
Directs us to those actions
might puzzle even on lookers
The final ruler, the master slave
Who lives deep down, lives so far down
No one knows from country which
Only guess at his (hers) presence
Involved in more, much more 
Then you would ever guess
Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain
The presence shapes the flowing current
And talks tales to the tiller,
A stronger voice when seas’ in turmoil
Surprisingly directed seemingly                                                                        
unthoughtful  actions
To those who stand and stare
Surprising mostly to ourselves
Unfamiliar with the master slave
Who lives so far below.


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no battle,no glory

With every breath
there's an abounding grace,
with every moment
an appointed place,
with every hope
there is a fear to face,
with every race
there is a certain pace.

there is no trial
if there is no attempt,
there is no rise
if there was no descent,
and where opposition
is often met,
there is the place
our efforts be well spent.
Without such resistance
no man can become stronger
for he has not learnt how to stand
much less knows he how to conquer.

so whenever faced with times like these
let the thought your spirit please
that you wouldnt be where you are
if you never crossed rough seas.


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Pachamama

In between deserts
Ocean there I lie
Pachamama
As  high as elimino tide
In dream in one piece

Palm heart cactuses
Tides echo  pacific  whales
Land of accasias in treasures
Pachamama fly my soul in whale

The wound grow ashes in tears
Desert to pacific gate to open forbiden
Meet Kurosho collides Oyashio
Pachama will comeback all in one piece


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Depression

Depression

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

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

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

-10/2/13-


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Judgment

What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why are we here left in fear shedding all these tears
starring at this demond in this mirrior
blinded by everything I see so clear
where am i going after this life? and is it near?
unanswered questions 
people always always saying swagga shut up stupid clowns 
I see all you frowning behind that fake smile 
I can help all im spreading the word around my town 
to make you turn that frown upside down
they have you in the palm of there hands cant you see it?
If it wasnt for them we wouldnt be asking all these bulls*** questions
and not to mention who are you to be asking me who im reppin
you should get hit in the mouth but
before all that idiotic violence let me talk to you.....
they got you all so corrupt but yall dont know so you dont give a f*** 
they have you like a trout with a kook caught in its mouth some slip and get
away there the lucky ones who can actually say
I have truly been saved
I have to be brave and put up a fight till the end of my days
they say im headed in the wrong direction but thats the governement 
there just like a nasy infection 
theyll always be here picking at your brain saying all the answers are in this certain section
always saying dont use Jesus's name in vain but every king has his rain 
all loss through out years to come its people like me that will put your name to shame
am i satanic NO these are just my devilsh thoughts
theres turning back im self sustained put in this hell knowing very well that i shall rise above all these brainless people that are stuck in this hell get out of that brainwashed shell 
to escape this long life lasting jail not knowing you are rotting in this cell
I really do care about my people
the government they dont there the true definition of evil 
they work for lucifer so they do what they have to, to get thier share 
piece the puzzle and you will find it
Jesus Christ is luccifer he has all you misguided he himself and his dominions where all behind it.


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I

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


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Life's Reason


LIFE'S REASON?

Where do we figure in the universal scheme of things?
this unanswered question is likely to so remain
we could be so insignificant, our egos would suffer pain 
maybe we are caretakers, to preserve beauty in our domain?,
or no role at all may be our lot, along with other Earthly beings.

Does it really matter?...... we're here and that's a fact
it's a wonderful world to enjoy, within life's short span
whatever our role, if any, life's great if we can so make it 
given reasonably good health, and strength enough to act.

To stay healthy is our main concern, and that of medical science
great strides in recent decades they've made, keeping us ahead
of viruses and other microorganisms,with aims we all do dread
their speedy mutations a constant threat, boffins combat 
in defiance. 

It would seem that life wasn't meant to be one smooth breeze,
there had to be adversaries to beat, just as in epic tales of old,
perhaps, when reaching our destinations, we will all  be told,
'drink from the Holy Grail my friends, put on your Golden Fleece"
hicky.


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Lost In Thought

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


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Part I of Indian Summer

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

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

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

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

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


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A Saga Awaits You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Gull Wheels On!


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Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


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Single Kisses

Focused on you, a wild demons stare
 With a motion it happens
 A emotion flattens
 As you fall beneath a demons glare
 
He notices most things that happen
 Might even pick the clothes you wear
 Believe it or not he really does care
 Knows whats best and helps me get there
 
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
 Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
 Guidence and experience for me his mare
 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
 
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
 And how people love me after he dares
 Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
 Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare 


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Goodbye for Now

large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks                                                       
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up                                                                            till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand                                                  
parked together like defenseless tadpoles, 
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,                                            
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.                                                   
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history                                                        
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky                                                         
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats                                                                  
who love the companionship                                           
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics                                                          
and assorted beasts of the mind                                                         
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority                                                   
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.                                                
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something                                      
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!                                                       
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.


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Cro-Magnon


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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Invitation of Perception

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Angel Who Never Knew

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go

Her whole life before her 
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go

She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm

I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face

She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away

And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live

Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite

I remember how 
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything 
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away

Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant

The thought of her
Awesomer 
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon

Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough

And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch 
reached inside me
I know she's there 
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day

One day abruptly 
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers 
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away


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Solar Love

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


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Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


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Cassandra

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


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Inferno Negro

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


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The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

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


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I'm Not Your Fool

You're a calculated master slayer
an evil manipulator

so go away out of my sight.  See you, so long
I will not miss you when you are gone

Your oozing poors shower with honey
but all that you're after is power and money

You're pretentious, sinister and fooling a few
but you'll answer to a higher call much higher than you

Get your facts straight because they will check
to see how many lives you've attempted to wreck

Get on the next train haulin' fast down the track
I'm so grateful you're not coming back


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Awkward Government

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

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

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

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


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Seven Billion Reasons

Another baby born, another bushel of wheat
Another piece of land, for another family to eat

Another net is cast, another fish is caught
Another fire in the forest, another tree sought
Another bird flees, another bird gone
No home for the beast, diversity all gone

Crops in the amazon, Rivers clogged up
Flooding in cities, Seas on the up
Nature under pressure, Pollution the price
Shortage of wheat, Shortage of Rice
Temperature rising, Deserts expanding

Oil running out, the world is in doubt
War for resources, the west uses force
While the poor beg in cities
Victims of policies, Victims of atrocities

Seas that are empty, bellies that are swelled
Mankind too many, Riots a plenty
The button is pushed, and humanity is hushed

The Earth is now empty, Heaven is full
And we are seven billion reasons
For God to cry “Treason” ”Treason”

And the stars look on, silent
And galaxies die alone
And no one will know.
This place,
Where once, our babies did grow.
But time will go on
And the earth is aglow
Just as it was, seven billion years ago.

Seven billion today
Tomorrow more
What is the real figure?
For all out Nuclear War?


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Blantantly Obvious Subliminal Messages

Fate or coincidence as if we have a choice constantly at odd with those who share a difference in their voice as if we could change the world so pretentious for us to concieve as if only a single soul still in me would believe Fake or conciousness a notion to betrothed as if you betterment was for me to love and loathe everything in place the explanation was there was a grand design for that or just a repetition of certain circumstances and leave no chance to reason Break the code or break the mode broken cycles, growing old fading voices go being unknown but my choice is mine alone take the hand of a higher power or take a thermo nuclear shower submit or be done with tossed out like the waste just a tiny hint of power leaves a certain taste corruption is only almost certain free will still relates to the points so poignant they are pinpointed mistakes not yet made Premeditated, so there goes destiny as if a higher power has the power to contain me as if a higher consious is out there for me to have thats the only certainty I know almost for sure why I push back the unknown is out there driving all so called life for you so call everything must come easy for you like butter to the knife and you wonder why your drowning and cannot break the surface look deep inside your mirror into the fate you may be worthless, coincidentally


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A frog like me

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

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

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

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

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


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SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


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


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


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


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


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


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


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A Friend With Consequences

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


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Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


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The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


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Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


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Introduction

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

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


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They

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

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

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


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Raven's Verse The Message For You There

Among The Dead
Raven's Verse

Long ago in far off days
Where here lived creatures long dead
And went more gentle and good
Upon this fair Earth led
Ravens flew and understood
E'en spoke the words of man
When His blessings were on him right
Now they will not –but they can
And must with the coming night
To bring sunrise to another day

Come here and sit near
Silence keep first
So I may give a little and share
Raven's verse
Listen with care
To the message for you there
Of  her kind and their calling
Now as they fall from their skies
Around her whisper the souls of the fallen
And demand a re-opening of eyes
Collection of a debt
Communion with the wise
A new promise to be kept

Raven stood 
“Grace!” said she
“And God be with you all  we say
For e'en now we see
And know each man must find his way
To another way to be
My powers inform spells
Of a vision—a voice dream
My miracles effective tells
Powers that bring to life – I seem
To re-create the faintest echo well---
There is no breathe in them
Spoken into a void   words
Hearts there is no death o them
In the Language Of The Birds                    
                                     LISTEN!

Howling like wolves
Born of that wild marriage
Wandering witches
Like demons of the sand
Chant

The Wandering Witches Song
You were coming 
This we knew
Whispered to us by the breeze
Streams from mountains
Told us too
Long before you reached the trees

Yet how could we see
The soul o you
Red with blood
And black with hate
Or would we welcome if we knew
The fear with which 
You approached our gate
Or smile to face
The eyes that hid
An anger nothing could abate?
The die was cast
By the hour we did
We were possessed
It was too late

We saw the sword 
Turn in your hand
We saw and knew
You were afraid
Of all you could not understand
So with our love 
To you   we made
The vow to which
Our strength was forfeit
By our promise to forget
The winds that whispered in us stilled
And those who did not pledge 
You killed

We've come along
With you at head
To protect your reason from the moon
Our power to reflect your dread
Your knowledge racing to the tomb
Yet all was growth
Beyond your sight
For we are Masters of the Womb
We own the Spirit, Earth, and Night
And all that moves beneath the Seas
But know our time approaches light
For now you even threaten these!

D. Kuri


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The Complainer

They wake up emotionless every morning, guess who,
You don't speak to them until spoken to,
Your right, The Complainer Boo.

Their always right even when wrong, guess who,
that one across the table criticizing you,
your right ,The Complainer Boo.

Nothing pleases them at least for long, guess who,
boredom sets in and the world is wrong,
your right, The Complainer Boo.

Don't think you can change them it will never work,
Just consider your life has a little Quirk....


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Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


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life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


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LAIR OF THE LIAR

LAIR OF THE LIAR

An inferno conjured out of sentimental prejudice.
A platoon of false connotations.
A joke lately told to its listeners.
The scales of justice are void of computation.

A facade of a cup bearer cannot adequate this thirst.
Neither the other of another justify the rest.
A theory that preserves with time.
In the bar,in our houses,in our hearts,the lair resides.


The white Man Narrated thus.
Black pods,foreign ships must come forth.
Cultivation was a viable motivation.
Beneath the lie was another lie lacking Confrontation.

Keys to the kingdom might not give power to its 
inhabitants.
The Masquerade in the day might seem the only true face.
The thief pounds the hammer on his kind for being caught.
We shall rue the moment only when put to waste.


written and edited by
oyewole abidemi en-classique
copyright protection upheld


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My Temple Message

Space up your brain frame/
Flame up your main pace/
Dish up your thoughtful rhymes/
Blood out your soulful goals/
Scratch mark your tearful poems/
Dress up in your motherful tongues/
Spiting fatherland splits via ancestral grave-zones/  
Hang up your lyrical cloths/
Dope visions for lifeless poets/
Skin tones glorifying Lucifer's bones/
Convert brains its no animal stains/
Socks up your manhood pictures/
Wipe all your demonic tales/
Paint misfortunes of recital codes/
Drive through inspirational poems/
Prayers singing rap tones/
Dust of earth you are the Maker's breath/
Space up your brain space/
Kick start your waking up calls/
Shelf life records no political stones/
Fist up artistic roles/ 
Masculine verses exercising best prose/
Shaping Amandla when we strike blows/ 
Poetic armies baptized in the name of lost roads/
Flushed ish reflects case closed/


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eski gunler

Sararmis fotograflar gencligim
Merhabayla gune kavusan 
Selam i gune dogan bir acili kahvede
Bulusan dostlugu  kadir unutulmaz mahelle
Simdi kaldi siyah beyaz fotograflar
Simdi kaldi anilar yaslanmis olmus dostlar
Korktumda kactim girdabindan
Senle sensiz bir hic...
Poyrazin ve lodosun sessizce isiltisini mehtabin
Ruzgarlari vurur odama dinlerim  hikayelerini 
Sesi sesim unutulmus siyah beyaz fotograflar


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Worthy

blade to my belly
i smile thinking of my life
love and sacrifice


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Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.




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Indian Summer, Part III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                              






     


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Mankinds "Friendship"

The dagger of mankind enters my chest

I feel the burn as the flesh is torn open

My insides churn and reveal themselves

As if I am giving birth and mankind is the father

The holy ghost will laugh as this is happening

The spirit of evil embraces tears of his own

These tears are true tears only he feels my pain

He feels the same pain I feel, as he was cast away

Mankind and the ever loving Lord of Light turned their back on him

Evil was shunned and left to die, just as I was

The great villian of time, Mr.Einstein was shunned 

This rage fueled him to disrupt the time continuim

As he did to "Old Science", I do to mankind

All I did was speak the truth

The one crying for me now is my only true friend

We have gone to war together without knowing it

Columbus was alone when he wanted to disrupt philosphy

He was alone when he fell off this flat earth

Disrupting the peonic views of "mankind" and paving ways for today

Just as the sun rotated around these same idiots that judge me

Mankind is not ready for the truth that I speak

Only few have heard my words and sought after the truth

Now the sun no longer rotates around the bigotry of man

It rotates around me.......

So enter that dagger into my chest

And thrust it as hard as you can

Join hands with one another to make sure you drive it in

For this is only time that you come together to accomplish

As I await my only tearing friend to take me away from you

My tears I shed are for him....but they are of joy and need

I need his friendship, for it is truth, unlike mankinds........

Forget Ugly Causes Kreating My Anemosity Nor Killing In Near Demons


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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

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

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

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

led me down further roads of thunder

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

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

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

and then a 'human touch' came along

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

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

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

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

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

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

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

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

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

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

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


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Wiser the Miser

I once had everything 
too much in fact 
confidence surging
until it told me that
I was wiser than the miser 
so I thought to be so
the flaw of my empire
was I couldn't let go 
of thinking people 
can be taken at word
it took losing everything 
for me to finally see
why the of the miser
was the wiser way to be 


On top of temptation
sure of my self-control
with the strength of my spirit
I squeeze the hunger from my soul

Now weakness is conquered
I can hold my head high
without needing and wanting
what I need not to survive
just to feel more important
I offer in abundance what you seek
served up for a perfect murderer
waiting for the moment of dependency
withdraw all attention, suddenly reeling
swimming in an ocean of despair
without anyone there
I float aimlessly lifeless
but somehow reach the shore

I lay down to dry out
in the heat of the sun
i feel it's love radiation
fill the void of needing someone
as if it were trying to tell me
its not so bad up here alone
at least nothing can be taken
when the sky is your home
and no one ever again reached me
after I realized what was being said
the wiser the miser
once he never again trusted.

Selfishness appears wiser
why must my heart be bigger
at the moment of truth
wish they would pull the trigger
and end the pain 
of either wrong choice
nobody there to listen
so in my head grows the voice
and the message from me
or a God of my special design
nobody can disprove
the choices of mine
because theyre all right to me
they determine my outcome
and if selfish it appears
a miser is one who is outdone
and better off for it
for he is still alive
call him the label that fits you
for his own are worn on the inside.




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Medieval Ages work still in progress

I'll write to you of medieval ages,
Foreign lands,knights and of many sages.
Medieval verse,and versification
With ancient meter I shall imitate,
To flesh out this age's animation.
And stories fictional and real I'll tell.

The souls of sundry virtues and vices
I shall show to men of all kinds of eyes,
So that I their souls might excite to life. 
Who truly is alive without his senses,
yet many minds live with mental fences. 
The Gods were chased away from this  bright land,

And many countries were drowned in darkness.
Art was unpainted,clogged up fairy wells. 
Unlearning became the new science of man 
And music deemed to be of Satan birthed 
For its mirth, and carnal rhythmic pleasures.
Oh of truth this divine art of muses,

Music's mothers, the soul with beauty fuses,
Yet still were libraries burned to ashes, 
and with timeless secrets the fool clashes.
 Empires undone from within and out,
To be hewn down by hounds to war devout,
Who from savage forests came to devour 

The sheep and the pampered puppies of Rome.
The Gods did pity these once great races,
the light torchbearers which the dark faces
with it’s all consuming flames of sheer might
which scorches into ashes scrap and dross,
to fuel its holy energy and fire,

the giver to mankind of life so sought.


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Her Final Words

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


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Life

Life is living 
But then again it’s not
Because living goes on
Stop breathing
Life stop

Picture this if you may
To help you understand
How a person lives forever
After creating a man

Life is a path
That can go many ways
The roads are cloudy battle fields
With soldiers in a daze

Some are chosen
Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it}
While some give up
and cries tears by the bucket

Life is a tough road
But we can all get to the end 
And go on living;
Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend

So soldier march on
The further less dazed
The further the march
The greater the praise

So climb the mountain 
Swim the ocean,
Sometimes don’t look back
Because some soldiers
In the battlefield
Just don’t know how to act

But some should be saved
Because on this road you’ve bled
But only if he’s bleeding
Still crawling ahead

Then pass the sword
And forget your graze
Because the more soldiers to the end
Insure better days


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Its Not What You Did its What You DO

In this Life of mine its not what you SAID, its what you SAY, 
Its not what you HEARD, its what you HEAR. 
Its not what you SAW, its what you SEE. 
Its not what you FELT, its what you FEEL. 
Its not what you WHERE, its what you ARE. 
Its not where you BEEN, its where YOURE AT. 
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is never gonna come so always remember to cherish everysingle moment, TIME is unforgiving and unrelenting. Time stops for nobody or nothing, not even for a sinlge second, your either gonna roll with it or get rolled over by it .......the choice iz yours.So embrace the moment in which you are giving now, for once it passes it passes forever and you will never get that *****back. Embrace that one special moment for they will be memories that will last you for the rest of this lifetime. Its not what you did in the past or what you even did yesterday.......its what you do today that really counts right now for a better future of our own tomorrow.........


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We will survive

We will survive   
Put a hot soup to table
No jobs to find yet  still hope

We will survive
Get me a job 
Save my kids

We will survive
Poverty will become history
Our shame to work on 



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The Messenger

The bard’s tale begins here, without remedy,
This telling of here is, there is, and tomorrow is,
Predestined works of meticulous perception,  
A prophetic hunter searching inside the anecdotal,
Over uncountable eons for his vague lucidity,

An eremitic nomad perceiving his journeys path,
Being sculpted and painted upon times medium,
Recurrently seduced by the thirst of obligation,
Into the pinnacle of death’s unabated progression,   

Quintessential holy man distorted by august lunacy,
Avant-garde purpose and innate coolness,
A prophet of constant deviating certainty,
An amalgam of the inevitable impetus of here and then,

Derived from the presage of opportunity,
Distinguished by fate to eternally struggle,
As a combatant upon the fields of our history,
Revered triumphancy amongst pain ridden turmoil,

Swathed in esteem and overwhelming omnipotence,
The divine sojourner moves ever forward to eternity,
Polished in the ineffable glow of foresight,
He continues down the pathway to do his biddings


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Counterpole

My rhymes are timeless while this time is lifeless
why is life this kind less, reminds me that this
mind is spineless ready to tip and quit, as
my lies become mindless and get swollen shut
and Stuck up inside my sinus
Drivin in my prime but with no optimus
Victim to the flip-side of the Midas
Running through my blood like a virus
The sun makes my skin mundane
rubbin on ben gay but get arthritis
touch spermicide and converts to hepatitis
I hit the plus sign but it just musters up a minus
I'm seen sucking my thumb like the peanut's Linus
I run and duck when I hear the sirens cause
I abducted the president's Nike air pumps
now air force one is trying to find us
I'm at my desk obsessin about success but
This whole time its been right behind us


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Drippity drip drip

Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip


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A Reflection

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake. 
A reflection to appear. 
For the ripples of life is nearly here. 

This person staring back at me. 
I do not know. 
Is it me?
Or is it someone else. 

The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms. 
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love. 

This journey we are given. 
To find ourselves and what we believe in. 
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me. 

Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. 
I will live in this world to make people believe. 
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?

Don't we need that too?
Of course we do. 
The balance of nature and life is necessary 
And without it, we are nothing. 

Imagine the whole universe, 
We are only a tiny grain of sand. 
But even the littlest person can make a difference. 
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with. 

This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious. 
And the whole world will see me for who I am. 


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Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


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You Snooze You Loose

<                                        Artist searching for a muse
                                          Creativity is the key
                                          Recant those memories 
                                          Open your heart and soul
                                          Start spreading the news
                                          There's poetry to be found
                                          Inside each and everyone of us
                                          Can't you hear the music

                                          To the beaten drum
                                          Whistle while you work
                                          Or you'll snooze and lose




Entry For
Jared Pickett's Contest
Acrostic 2
G.L. All


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WOE Is The Children



      ------

From the beginning and
For the end
In the name of the
Lord and Our Savior
Where dose it end
      ----
Their are such things'
They limit our behavior
No one is free
     ------
There is this menace
They call ' ADHD '
It could happen to you
It could happen to me
      ------
Fore it is a Menace
      ------
       - In -
The name of the Lord
And God is with Thee
      ----
But, this thing can be attributed
To you
It could be attributed to me
It is only a matter of time
Then We shall see....
      ------
But, now their is a
New Human Condition
That should matter to
You and me
They call it " ADHD "
      ------
They call it " ADHD '
That is what they say//
It affect our children
All that We can do is pray
     ------
And to Thee
I say, AMEN
      ------
INTRUSIVE
BOUNDRIES
TEMPERTANTRUM
DEFIANT
CONTEMPT
ANGRY
SCREAMING
VIOLENANCE
SELF-CONSUMING
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE
    ------
Just to name a few
    ------
If you have any of these
Then you will have
ADHD TOO.....
      ------
What do We assume
We do so many of these
If you sleep with DOG's
Then you wil wake up'
     With fleas'
But, We don't seem
To have that disease
     ------
So, think of the Children
Give them some room
Fore they watch us every-day
Then they go out to play
Say, If they were to IMULATE
Us, Then they woud have
' ADHD ' any way.....

               GF


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Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


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Upper Hand

Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.

And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.

Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.

In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.


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The Atonement




******The Lord is his favorite.....******

Where ARE you?
On the atonement 
Metter....
This is alway's done
      By appointment
So, don't be a cheater
      ------
Do you come in Dead Last
Or did you not remember
You forgott your past...
      ------
Or do you need so much
As a looking Glass
To show you the reason
Why those who are destined
Always' come in last
This is usually done by Menions'
It happens' so fast
      ------
Or, do you seek
Absolution and hope
That it should part
With Trinity serving
As a Foot-note:
While you draw straws'
Or the pick of the lott....
      ------
Or, need I just not ask
Fore it will never last
The price was paid by Jesus
He gave us a free pass...
     ------
Fore their are now those
Who gather to the MASS
And to participate in Prayer
How long shall it last
Fore they are Gods' Children
            - And -
The resolution is clear....
      ------
All week they did "Fast"
      ------
They gathered all around
In Legion's did they be-fall
To deem doth' reconing'
For what they had lost
When the little Chid Jesus
Accended the 'CROSS'
To redeem doth' the Lord
      ------
But, He was already there
Ready to receive their Call
Where the voice to revelations'
Would consume us all
      -----
This was a call to God!


              GF


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Vertical Lines

Don't forget to cross the Ts
and dot your Is
because if you don't do that
they're just lines vertical on a page.
Lets us forget about the imperfect words
that make us cry
the vertical lines,
like jail bars hold us back.
Stand up and out and roar like a lion!

she is mine, I love her,
but I am quiet,
held back by the vertical lines
the black oily jail bars,
that keep my hear caged in
everytime I cry and people don't listen
the guard taps his nightstick upon
the vertical bars,
the imperfect feelings of pain and sadness
feeling like this it bores me 
feeling like this makes me sick
and I feel myself wanting to vomit
and shake the nervous feeling
of falling into a dark hole,
so I sit behind these vertical lines,
like cocaine lines, ready to snort up your nose,
like cigarettes lined in a perfect and neat row,
like empty wine and beer bottles
littering around my feet.

The vertical lines take me away from reality,
close my already blinded eyes
with a black blindfold.
These jail bars cross my soul,
chain my the ankles and wrists,
and choking me, holding my head under water,
I can't breath!!! Help me!
These vertical bars hold me back in life,
hold my emotions from coming out,
to tell you how I feel for you!
I no more want vertical lines,
I want to be free.
Drive horizontal roads that wined and turn around beautiful mountains
too take a deep breathe and share the beauty
to watch the horizontal horizon.
Too sit on a beach shore and write till the sun goes down
and the mermaids sings cheerful tunes
that uplift my spirits and break the remaining vertical lines
that bind and hold my heart in place.

There is nothing beautiful in a straight line,
let alone a vertical one.
Horizontal, vertical all bad in their own ways,
always trapping us, like jail bars or barbwire that streches across the open lands.
Love has no lines,
no boundaries,
so why should I have lines that bind me together
holding my head underwater,
till a spark lights a powder keg and blows me sky high
and I finally set myself free
and roam the horizon for ever.


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reading and Knitting

From childhood adore with love
Penny save to run to bookstore
Reading and knitting all  day 
Eyes  and hands in drop of hill
In hugging  the sea breeze 
Inviting underneath no need to breath
Deep dive to sea as host

When came beneath  in dream
In wet hands hosting pearl of shells
Breeze of the sea escaped white curtains
A new day to wash with sea and sun

Run to bookstore than get  a new canvas


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The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



Details | Parallelismus Membrorum | |

FREE CEE designed WHILE inclined


                 DESIGNED WHILE RECLINED

Would you like to stay up late watching T.V. with me?
Perhaps we two could share a shard of star shine
Would you like to sit on a sumptuous sofa while we soothingly recline?
On a date declared by a daisy and two daffodils design
Would you like to reflect back to when disco lights lit a path to dance and laughter?
While forever after seemed blessedly within reach
On a blessed beach where I begged thee to bemuse me upon a sand dune
And the sun was besmirched by the majestic music made by the moon
But that was yesterday
And this evening is what a daisy had in mind
And a night by two daffodils designed
They deemed this delightful darkness to be
So
Would you like to stay up late watching T.V. with me?
        ©copy write 2012…..PHREEPOETREE free cee!  




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Message to GOD

Forgive me father for i have sinned, bless me for i have repented.
Now i truly know the power of the lord upon this blessed land
I have seen this worlds true colours. For these people there is hope.

The gardens of earth watered with the blood of tyrants.
Leveled out by the sweat of heroes.

I hear your name whisperd through the wind.
like chinese whispers, it gets mislead and twisted.

I see your image perfectly crafted upon each of us.

You give us a spirit, you guide it. but like a feather in the wind it blows off course
We are brought into the world, being told lie after lie, subliminal messges are the truth.
We stumble across the truth by mistake but we ignore it, asif it were not there.

We live in a time of need, we need our gaurdian angel to continue to guide us.
To guide us through the dark world of decietfulness,
To keep us warm from the cold hatred thrown upon us,
To shelter us from the hailstorm of lies.

People are losing hope, they no longer believe,
but i have not given up.

We need you to return to help bring the world back to order,
I'll travel to the far ends of the world to discover the truth,
I'll sail the bluest of sea's to find peace,
I'll fly through the clearest of skys, fluffiest of clouds to find out what awaits me in heaven


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There is One Thing

There is one thing
That inspires every living organism
That rises distinctively from what we know
One thing that freshen appearance of everything,
To be sanguine about future

There is one thing
That inspects the soul of every creature
That opens and closes all gates
One thing that knows every name
Only thing certain about tomorrow

There is one thing
That rises further alone,
To the level nothing ever will
One thing shining with goodness
Only thing holding pure perfection

There is one thing
That fulfills everything
One thing whose love is unmatched
Only thing whose reality never changes
Only one thing that is really the one


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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My Prayers


              ____________

      Thy Prayer is Thy Word
      It is all way's with me
      I write them down as I pray
      That way, I can save them
      For some-other time
      For just another day;;
         _____________
       
       I Let His Will be mind
       This, I do for so many reasons'
            This is not the blind
        Leading the blind...
                - Fore -
        He is always' on my Mind
        From now, till the end of time
        It give's me so much freedom
        His dream's are my faith
        An His faith is mind

                     GF


Details | Cowboy | |

guitar band dementia

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
his long languid lens 
has suffered in silence, 
an impotent shard of 
quixotic resistance, 
for his vision won’t 
focus on faecal injustice, 

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
mascots, despots, 
or other devices,
just won’t solve the problem,
or even negate, 
this delicate time 
in his delicate state,

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
Osiris, Anubis, Oasis and Isis, 
have all shed the skin of 
guitar band dementia, 
wheeling out wisdom 
for the fear of inertia,
camera three is having 
an existential crisis…


Details | Epic | |

The Whole Shebang in Eight Lines or Less

Before. Birth. Cry some breaths. Eat some chopped liver with tofu and salsa. Do some things for money and some for fun. Love some hopefully. Death. After
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by me Nancy Jones between 12:36 and 12:38 EDT on Sunday, October somethingth (my comp only shows time, not date), 2011 CE (aka AD) for Russell Sivey's 'test named “Challenge - Max 8 lines!!! “


Details | Free verse | |

Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue


Details | Lyric | |

Tranquility

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


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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Rawe of the Raven Hair

The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale

And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"

It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core

She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide

"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns

As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face

Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing

The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard

Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee

The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day

The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies

Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery

Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men

The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss

So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay

Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."

"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"

In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."


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Einherjar

 
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Imagine

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


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Bear and the Mocking Bird

Should I? Could I? Would I?  The teenage bear was getting nowhere, fast.
He wanted that big salmon that had come up the falls, almost to his grasp.
But the current appeared too swift, for even a bear as strong as him.
Still, that salmon’s presence mocked him; he was dinner on the fin.
So as the bear lumbered out, a mocking bird suddenly began to mock…
“You’re going over the falls in one more step. Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“Didn’t your momma ever teach you even one simple little thing?”
Now, he had left home because his Momma had always told him what to do.
So he turned to the bird and growled… “Why should I listen to you?”
The bird mocked back… “Because you don’t stop and think things thru.”
Then, at that point the bear slipped, and almost went over the falls, it’s true! 
He heard the bird mock, “Stop! Think! Think! Stop! Listen, you lumbering brute!”
Angrily and begrudgingly, he admitted the bird was right: a plan was due.
So with a branch he sent the salmon down to the bottom of the falls below.
Then, later with dinner replete, it was now time for dessert to bestow.
So he decided to visit the berry farmer and plunder most of his crop.
Again the mocking bird hollered at him. “Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“The farmer has a dog and gun! If you destroy his summers’ crop…”
“A bearskin rug will be your fate. So Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
After 3 or 4 more times at mocking… The bear finally gave in… 
For each time he had mocked him… He had also saved his life, again…
Since he had left momma behind, he now realized that he had done nothing right.
And though they were both rough, tough, loners: they still became strangely tight.
So in the end, they became fast friends, with each one helping the other out…

The moral to my story is: there’s a friend that can understand anyone, even you.
Friends don’t have to be beautiful or popular to be true and help you thru.
They are all very precious and none should be thrown away.  
For you’ll need all their understanding to help: see you on your way.


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The Letter S

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

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


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Writing Under Pressure

 Im sitting here writing under pressure/ my life is optomistic even though it getting lesser/ Im sitting here writing for tomorrow if this should be my death letter/
 I know I aint the best but I could be doing better/
 Im softer that a bunny but I can get froggy hard skinned like leather/ 
Im standing out in this cold written breeze with no sweater/
 Im swimming through oceans and flying through storms no matter the weather/ 
Im shooting up a dosage of true lies like Im the only drama setter/ 
I've been filled with wisdom of worth ever since I met her/ 
I cant be beat by knowledge only if I let her......ever since that day of fate I've been Writing Under Pressure....


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The offspring of We

We protect the innocence of the humble
Whether city streets or the densest jungle
We dive into the harsh realities of society's poverty
And show its inhabitants the possibilities of luxuries
We breath new life into those thought to be casualties
And abruptly structure their mentalities,
as such to survive any catastrophe
We bring to the darkness the sun 
We
WE
We
We
I alone cant get it done
But a bundling of individuals using vocabulary as weaponry
Are breeding intellectuals that foresee better scenery
We.


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The Light of a Child

There was a child born to man, who made every body smile.
Born at night but fair of heart, she made the morning rise.
She sprinkled the magical light of stardust where ever she appeared.

Her laughter filled the hearts of those who came close enough to hear.
Her sparkling eyes full of wonder filled every heart with cheer.
Her generosity dispelled the gloom and made the flowers grow.
Her fair contingence spoke of treasures, still as yet untold.
Her antics opened up the world, bringing vibrancy alive.
Her head would bow with prayers, which opened every mind.

Thru her came a radiance that chased away the clouds.
Thru her contentment came a peace that showered all around.
Thru her actions came a beauty that strengthened every soul.
Thru her love she filled every heart, till they over flowed.
Thru her came a wealth for all, through heart, mind, and soul.
Thru her came a restful peace which everyone proclaimed.

She really was a beautiful child, who was greatly admired.
And what would you name such a wonderful child?
I would name her Hope, wherever she is born.
I know you might have thought I was describing someone else…
But she was a precious token left to us, a much needed gift… 
From God and our Beloved Christ above, for our benefit.


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The Misfit's Masquerade

The misfit's masquerade
significantly made
to the promise of prominence
ever overcome the awkwardness

holding me tied down to the ideals
If I could just escape
this invisible anchor weight
holding me tied down to the ideals
of a society made for outdated principles
I could be presentable the second I choose
but I would rather play the game as the looser

The win will help your sails much more
floating down every obstacle 
I throw your way, you feel as the conqueror
and who is to say if anyone is comparable
to a you at your given best
I push you up you did the rest
I am comfortable as the has been
because life isn't as important to me
as a half wind win
that has me stuck deep in the ocean
with nobody to remember me
after I cast off

Today I celebrate in the misfit's masquerade
be anything you ever wanted to be
alone in an ocean with not a soul so see
or chastise your choices
I like when they burn you
for your indifference
as if you could help it
retreat into your mask


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


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Epic of Time

Another poem is hidden into the poem. 
Epic of time is sleeping on her chest.... 

The Poet has been trying to create 
The only one poem with deep pains.... 

The world is unable to understand 
The interaction properly....

The poet is born with the blessing of The Almighty.
Unfortunately he never gets peace by the curse of nature...

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


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The Sacred Path's

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


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Rebellious

                                        What???...

To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)

(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.


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Sympathy for the Devil- Based on William Butler Yeat's The Second Coming

Burning and burning in the widening grave. 
My hero ends cannot hear the hero;
Foes fall and get pulled apart, this card is centered in my fold. 

Named anarchist, as released upon the world. 
This was before blood-dimmed for every vessel, and everywhere.  
Before heaven's ceremony of innocence made my last breath drown; 

The best lacked all conviction, while the worst still stood passionate, vigilante. While god's fire intensity came crashing to the ground.  

Surely some salvation is in his hand. Surely the second coming is at hand. A second apology! Sharply these words are screamed even from my teeth.  
A demon image, my spiritus mundis is cast.  

Suddenly, my sight is bleak, and my brothers and the many others vanished somewhere in sands of the desert.  

Not a  cloud, nor sound, no bodies here in this place for me. No more man, no more woman. All set a blaze as I stand and gaze, blank and pitiless as the sun. 

Only pain and isolation, angry and animosity.  I feel this as their moving slowly down my legs and thighs.  

Brother, love your real shadows. As loyal as they are, you've shown that loyalty doesn't matter. But still I'll love you in spite of them. 

But their darkness steadily drops again. Even through twenty centuries of stony sleep, I hear your insects buzzing with sin. They are vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and awaken I am, your rough beast, your fallen brother.  

My hour come round at last.  
Slouching I am towards the shores of Bethlehem to be once born again.


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In This Black Twilight

    In the town of dust and fog, the bartenders are demigods.
    In the town of dust and fog, there is a drink they call the rising sun. Why they call
this drink the rising sun, I do not know. The men who have imbibed this drink, they say it
glitters like gold in the belly. But the men who have imbibed this drink, they sweat and
spit and pick the lint from their bellybuttons as their tired, tired eyes fight and fight
and fight against the darkness of the corner in the bar where they waste away their days,
hearing the same songs of the same black-vested piano-man night after night after night
after night.
    Their wives will tell you that they are mad, and their wives have given up on them.
    If you look carefully enough, you might see the gold-minted coins that glint from
their breast-pockets, and each day they decrease their numbers. If you look carefully
enough, you might see the pupils of the husbands of the rising sun shrink, shrivel, and
eventually be lost in the wide, wide white of their eyes.
    The husbands of the rising sun come and go, and always their drink is the same, and
always and everywhere they live and live and live and live until their eyes burst in a
black rainbow of blood and iris. There is no noise. There is no death. Always, they are
still. Always, they are the same and their drink is the same.
    If you are wary, by night you might see the eyeless men, who crouch by threes in the
dust of the bar's doorway, and three always will pass between themselves the single, last
gold-minted coin. In that dusty shuffle, the lipless, nocturnal interchange from soul to
soul, you may see the holder of the coin, and you may see his lip-pursed grin, like a
single tooth biting its way across a blood-burned crescent moon.
    The men of the rising sun never smile. The men of the rising sun never change. They
drink by night, and by night the bartenders of the town of dust and fog are demigods, and
their single, shining eye is a pearl that pierces the darkness, and they are the servants
of all and they serve for all. And by night the men of the rising sun are masters of all
things and they do not dream. They never sleep. They say that they will never die.


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Hippo and the Dodo

The Hippopotamus and the Dodo Bird wanted to paint pictures on the rocks.
They truly loved what humans did and were called pictographs.
Now the Dodo bird was flighty, so much so, that he could not even fly.
But still he took off all day long, FaLaLa’ing... inspiration for to find.
You see, taking care of business was not the Dodo’s normal state of mind…
He went from pictographs, to inspiration, to finally just running all around.
You might say what he worked for, like himself, will never now be found.
Him like his ideas never came close, you see, to getting off the ground.

The Hippo was so different… as different as he can be…
He wanted to do his best so he went to the Prehistoric University.
The University taught him all the finer things of being alive.
It also taught him pictographs and in the water how to survive.
To him learning was evolving as he painted on the finer art of dance… 
Now all the hippos learn from this, as babies in the water, they do prance…
Today, the pictographs still remain hidden on the underwater cliffs enhanced. 
And with this help… Hippos still become so graceful in their intricate dance.
That even Zoo’s demand their presence and protect them on their land.

The moral to this story is to always do the best you can…
And pay close attention that you do everything very well.
For the Dodo was too flighty to survive even to this day…
But the Hippo is still so very graceful as he dances the day away.


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Bir ufak dunya

Bir ufak dunyada yasar hayeller
Sonra bir dev olur da yurur sessiz
Sanki dost olur sorar sorgular
Bu ne bir hic bir yasanmis haber
Kork ve sesinini bastir dediler
Koyugun bacagi  soylediler
Atasozu  hep asildik birer birer

Bir ufak dunya kesmekes kendi icinde
Bagiran ve oynayan sectigin er kisi


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Livearthia

Livearthia
?
Livearthia is a planet that is full of life.  A place were death has no breath, and nobody knows the meaning of the word.  Here death can't even be made up.  Here beings are born to live forever.  Growing up, being young, growing old, being young again, growing up and old, over and over again, and never dying.  In this world, age is determined by how many life cycles you have lived, each cycle you gain more and more experience, unlike planet Earth where you only live one cycle, and the word death is every where, a sad and lonely planet, oblivious to the vast space that surrounds it, there's an intelligence there that brings affliction and war to its kind.  In Livearthia the sky is lit up with planets and six of what earthling's call moons, livearthians call glooms and two distant stars that always shine, and it never rains in Livearthia there‘s just a fog, a mist, or a dew.  Living things just live, and hunger does not exist.. Livearthians do not speak, they use telepathy, and sign language.  One of Livearthia’s glooms is an albino gloom that shines bright but is only the size of  Mt. Rushmore.  Livearthians inhabit five of the twenty seven planets that surround it Affinity, Infinitum, Vernier, Sagacious, and Callow.

~ Leonard Napierskie







Liv-ear-thia

The Livearthia population numbers only in the thousands, planets in the Livear universe are much smaller, and younger.  Livearthians do not multiply and over populate the planet much like the humans do to the Earth.  Livearthians are much more god like obtaining powers unimaginable, and they do not travel outside there solar system because they choose not to, they are happy where they are.

~ Leonard Napierskie


















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Moulting - for you

the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again 
and I known each time 
you look at me 
we are transformed

and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes

this time with you 
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean

where the two race, play, swim

we are
the ones we see

in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror 

to the little pools of mystery 
spilling out around you
giving up the secret

moulting in the broad day light


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Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


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

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

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

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


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Future State

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


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A Force in Disguise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Dream Catcher

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


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Underdog

You think about giving up
But then what will you do
No matter where you go 
Life is going to follow you

You think it’s hard to get up
So accustom to falling down
And you get use to the world
Seeing it from the ground

You were not born fortunate 
But still never lost your way
Because every under dog
Must have his day

Some times the rain
Seems to fall with out end
And you get to thinking
You will never see the sun again

You been struggling so long
And all you can do is pray
Because every under dog
Must have his day?

Some have fancy sports cars
With girls in the front seat
While your Chevy broke down
In the middle of the street

The engine over heating
Your radiator has a leak
Got to wait for your paycheck 
At the end of next week

Yeah sometimes it seems
All the bad luck comes your way
But you know every underdog
Must have his day

There are people like this
All around the world
If you put on the TV
Will see a sad boy or girl

Compare to some 
We are like a millionaire
Some don’t have food to eat
Or clothes to wear

If you know some one
Who is unfortunate today?
Do your best to help them
A little kindness can go along way

There are some worst than you
No matter what you face today
And every under dog
Must have his day


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Downfall

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


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Mystical Dreams

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


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Nevermore

We do not compare to one another.
My skin is the coal the people used.
Your skin is the powder the flappers adore.
My soul is deep and my heart is pure.
Pure as white!
Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark.
Darker than the skin my poeple hold.

We may not compare, but you are my brother.
Not by blood
or by class.
We are fused-
fused by lives we live and the past we lived 
We are connected forevermore. 

There was a master and he was cruel. 
The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats.
There was no hope for the slave that cried.
There was no voice for the slave that would not hide.

Flight was the tantalizing thought.
The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom.
Their was only the need to fight.
Fight to live and fight to breathe.
Those greats so far down kept on fighting.
They kept on preserving.
They had their beauty that could never be touched.

White Man, White Man listen to me. 
I was the coal that was used.
I was the coal that was taken from its home.
I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom.

The flappers are young and they love their powder.
You will be used and you will become the slave.
I am the coal that is free.
You are the powder that is used.

My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. 
Too much has been seen and too much has been lived.
No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty.
They are mine and forever will be.

My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.


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'the twitch'

This is the story of ‘the twitch’.  
We have all had it:  
   That bit of movement before we sleep.  
We have been awakened by it when we were younger. . . it threw our arm out to catch us 
before we fell out of bed.
   It was even younger than that for us.  
   It was sometimes confused with a kick --  from our mothers’ tummies  to the swaddle of 
blanket.  
   As we grew, the arm no longer flew. . . and thus. . . ‘the twitch’.
   It is thought that we started with 
a parting of the energy that mathematicians make Einsteins 
of, or, 
sounds of the aria that Mozart’d 
into our echoes of the day --  a marriage of concept and conceptual.  
   It took us through the outreach of awkward doubt. . . brought us ‘round the curve 
of nerve 
for monkey bars toward the first dance; drew blood in our mouths before we got the first 
punch – given/taken.
The part of ‘the twitch’ 
that is worthy of noting now is that 
   it has never wanted to be caught:  
   It wanted more than nothing to be left alone – perhaps; conceived that 
   it would be an occasion for cause. . . effect – the drive our parents tried to delay 
with Dr. Seuss and Disney books.  A teenage indifference took us away from 
   it.
We all fall asleep. . . as we’ve always done.  
The story of ‘the twitch’ begins at the thumb; carries on. . . for the course of fingers
   it touched.
Brings  us a little closer to the edge of our beds.


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Nothing To Say

 I watched the love of two hearts crushed today,
So much pain and sadness there was nothing to say.
   For so very long the writing was on the wall,
For some reason it just was not noticed at all.
   Oh how the blame seems to be everything and everyone,
Not for a moment do they realize what they have done.
   The sarrow they feel is so hard for them to conceive,
Don't want to face the truth and they will never believe.
   Only themselves to blame and that's going to be awhile,
Before either of them will find a reason for them to smile.
   Broken hearts and thier worlds have been torn apart,
Makes me wonder will they know how to make a new start.
   Nothing good ever comes from so much deceit and lies,
To see no trust or faith just makes me want to cry.
   It's not really their fault so young and without any clue,
May be years before they learn how or what they must do.
  WE can only pray for them that they will  find their way,
The happines and joy they deserve will be found on that day.
  I watched the love of two hearts being crushed today,
To see so much sadness , there's  not much anyone can say.
TAC


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a dark mind -by mah friend joe

a black void,
merly a gate way into the mind,
a realm shrouded in mystery,
an elementalist stands on guard focusing on one point,
the shadow of a single stone slab,
the beutiful amithist glowing radiently,
is it a thought,
is it his soul,
no... it is his pure essence as he gives in his etire mind and metality
as he opens his eyes and sees the world around him 
war violence,
it is all pointless to him for he see's not a wall but an opening
a mere stepping stone,
his steps away leaving his dark thoughts behind
a single peice of amithist forms in the dirt
-joe


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An Occult Fairytale

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


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Welcome To The World Of This Certain King

"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her 
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His 
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of 
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."

At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very 
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the 
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to 
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of 
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."

At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and 
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel 
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden 
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this 
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the 
Obsession of the Men from The south.."

At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And 
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to 
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite 
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your 
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless.. 
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..


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FREEDOM

When i think of my life. I think of a darker shade of grey, I feel i have been a product of an environment. I feel that i have been branded with a United States Government stamp on my ass. All my life i have been told what to do by doctors, judges, social workers, police officers, and the list can stretch on for miles. But today i choose to break free from these invisible shackles and bust out of this cage which has brought me so much pain and despair
and TODAY I CHOOSE TO BE MY OWN MAN. I CHOOSE TO BE FREE.
No longer will i have to listen to the drones of our society and no longer will i have doctors try to feed me with a little pill here or a pill there so i can be acceptable to a society that wouldnt accept no matter how i came at them.

Today I come as i am and that is all i expect from myself

I am Jacob Lammerman And I am Free


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The Dying Limb

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

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


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Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


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Heavens Times The Weekend Edition

The words on the newspaper loud though uneven

Humans detroyed the garden of Eden

Satan released a statement of no reason

"This is my time now the Angels dont treasen"

As a result of the banished few

Who set to sell their souls anew

The Lord of Darkness now unto the few

As the souless flight of evil spilled through

"Come all who dare to face the saints

Come all who dare to challenge my paint

For it is red of contanst restraint

I have been waiting for the good ones to taint"

God turned the page of his precious report

Finding a picture of his humans in court

The judge was Satan and the punishment remourse

As the hammer struck down with raging force

"I sentence thee souls that were promised to me

I accept the sealing of your life with no plee

For now its my time as you detroyed your creed

For I am your master no longer without me"

As the highness of light shut his good book

He bowed his head of good faith as tears did shook

His eyes filled with water no longer so good

As his children now lie for satans dark hood 


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King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


Details | Narrative | |

Creature

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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The Ashen Hour

Cradle the ashen hour; 
cast aside the blatant lullabies, 
so often sought without cause, 
so often pardoned without grace.
Eternally demure, the passively barbed cuticles
of harpy lit notation sprawled, nay strewn, 
across the ochre ash haven of rambunctious repute; 
attentive to reason, receptive to none.
Propped upon the ever scorned prose
of the effervescent majority, the purveyor of all, 
all that is not, what I had come to expect.
Implore the faltering notion, freshly drenched in wax laden woe, 
callously sidling the respite, the reprise, the recital; 
fickle curiosities and emancipated bliss, 
fortunate asylum, ingrate phallic masochists;
idly ploughing afterthoughts; 
reconvict the perennial cyst.
The salvation of the ingénue…
the tedium of honesty.
Beseech our confessional intonation; 
hold the chrysanthemum aloft, 
for it is not a
flower, 
rather a life, rather a symbol, 
never a death, never
an end;
let determinism
prove nothing.
Scour the periphery of the
labyrinthine lantern,
solemnly lit, as it were,
guiding the hand of the ill-fated man,
whose heart least not his mind, shall return.
Unscathed through the fallacious repetition of logical reprieve, 
free to fail, within the confines of our concern; 
our concern for the particular.
Silence the cyclic grasp of heather feted vanity, 
marred by the perpetual ecstasy of descriptive derision, 
the personification of literate denial; 
all that is not, what I had come to expect…


Details | Classicism | |

twenty four hours O'raisin deter-:

Senseless sensibility, 
they eolith dualist monopolies all too sudden… 
a true contradition; sentries of, 
as already sated… 
senseless sensibility… municipally… 
you-will-seize… day after deign… 
night after umberellian echoes… 
aversely cyclic… 
for if the wakean lent voice o’er hop itself, 
dost veer cane tray nether realm as well? 
Neigh… endomorphic; anthropaedophilic lust… 
steadily endures romantic inflammations… 
a rash once fought… 
until the moral ambiguity slides back 
unto tenuous tense and marathon… 
as if the end was already soon, or had passed…? 
For that as it seems is all too rhetorical in rhetoric, 
and misconstrued by puncture floundered fallacappy… 
gently top-plead due to intrinsartistic licensing… 
twenty four hour raffles, tambala sable… 
twenty four hours O’raisin deter…:


Details | I do not know? | |

2012

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

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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The Lords people in a Corrupt World

I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right. 
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces. 

So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?! 

It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do. 

Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.

GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . .  We’ll fight until we die!

Amen 


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Gentle as the moon

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

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

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

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


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


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Following Ahead - Please offer your honest critique and opinions

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


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Taboo

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


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Why Do You Weep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Truth

The dead filter through with lifeless dreams of flesh flowing in a sea of blood and

sorrows that call out to the sins of those polluting the earth with hatred dimming our

prospective on life's greatest treasures and causing a wave of untamed shifts destroying 

all that is good and blinding us with lies of a better tomorrow.


Details | Couplet | |

The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






Details | Ottava rima | |

Indestructible Ye

Comprehending this about one’s energy
Then upon the pit there will be no casting
The Holy Spirit is what provides synergy
You and it both be combined everlasting
Mortal human life may be in jeopardy
The soul and spirit be Ye separate grafting
Yet most eyes fail to see this invisible force
It’s the power of the Creator almighty I endorse  


Details | Personification | |

The End Day

At the day of tribulations'
Reckless deeds' and end 
Of time
Your consternation
Beguiles' me
And is relative to me
Fore
The Lord is He
Yet,
The maker of mammon
Hath made his bound
Of inequity
Amidst
The trove and treasure
Of the unholy
Which the un-holy of thee
Shall never resist

GF


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MYSTIC PARABLE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Divine Energy

Have you seen the floaters that seem to drift in the sky?
They can be quite deceiving; they exist on our eye,
They’re black in the centers, Surrounded in white,
A scratch on the lenses, protecting the eye,
I’ve seen others beyond these, that dance and move free,
Could it be what I’m seeing, is divine energy?
From the rays of the moon, they’re produced overnight,
Charged up by the sun, then dispersed throughout light,
To the trees and all nature, throughout all living things,
Do we play the lead role, because we’re human beings?
Colors of purple, Neon and white,
Translucent by day, rarely seen in the night,
Are they just an illusion or are they just and divine?
Do they have an influence on the subconscious mind?
Why are they here and what are they for?
As a creative distraction or to show us a door,
To a realm of existence unexplored by mankind,
Leaving secrets in shadows for all species to find,
So take a look within yourself and maybe contemplate this,
Our kingdom is amazing are you living its bliss?

Copyright ©2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

Eternal Be

Centered and centering,
the rise of energy courses through my form.
I have been, I will be, I am……….
Laying in repose
star searching upon the sands of time
and the desert of man, 
I wander wrapped in a cacoon of time
comatose I lie, I rise, I fly free………

Out stretching my arms toward horizon
earthly and endless be……..
I am, I will be…
Forming, formless domed head of
soul contained, mind raced, I linger.
Chasing the tail of Sirius…
following the belt of Orion,
I am, I have been, I will be……….

Within the womb of earth and sky sea and land
focused by the holy pinnacle,
the pyramid midst oasis or desert of sand
between the betweens, my heart lays 
crossed by the energies of endless sky,
blessed by the ministries of Ra
guided by Osirus to new beginnings, 
I will be, I was, I have been ….I am….soulful free.

*have ankh will travel ;)


Details | Rhyme | |

WYME 1

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


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A Witch's Irony

Three witches
by one sword drawn
from heaven at the
inching of day
thrice regarded, naught
but once slain
for high treason by jury
though not of sound mind
idolatrous fancy its credo
and kind
but divine be certain mercy
oft a misnomer of fools
for whom heresy converts
in the shallowest pool
therefore say the witches let
fate run her course
when the fire avenges
let it be from our source


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Neon lights

How the love of joy deliria
Just met with each other
Seconds minutes hours
Than light year to search
Back to  clock each to see 
How all to look like

All  it is made up
Make you cry yet  proud
Days and nights work
Test  your taste in love

All in standing in neon lights
Banners and images 
Superior being images
As banners runs through
Falls ball in each year

Hope ball drop for peace
Time wraps back and forward


Details | Epic | |

new democracy

The New Democracy
So many words written, millions of words and they tell you nothing new, 
except familiar things what you know and are safe and dull as a film star 
interview. If we throw into the ring the idea that democracy as we know 
it is corrupt, will there not be a scream of protest after all social equality 
is Italian ice cream parlour, a multitude of choices, but it is all ice cream.
Justice and we will oversee the fact that this type of freedom to vote is 
being exploited, the last thing politicians, the errand boys of the elite, is 
to give you freedom of choice, but they will give you the illusion that you 
have got one, the Donald duck version of reality. 

What if the people ruled, rather than elect someone who speaks well, and 
we had the tyranny of the masses? But the idea of this is wrong because it is 
about shifting power from one hand to another and the exploitation of 
the individual will continue as before. Capitalism has made people hungry 
to consume to be content, but we know there is a cut off point when world 
riches are depleted and the old adage less is more comes it will hit us like
 a boomerang because there is no more. Then perhaps we can find the true 
meaning of democracy which is about sharing what we have, so no one goes 
hungry and that no one swims in the stinking puddle of exploitive excesses.


Details | Free verse | |

Try Harder

Walk hard, stand tall dream big, or don't at all nobody there, to push you along hold it steady, stay strong I've said it more times than I can count I've been down I've been out I've thrown it all away a time or two before I keep getting back up and begging for more pain and struggle so I push my efforts to the double Seems the harder that I try the higher that I fall leaving no room for wonder if I gave it all my all I keep pushing steady ready for the end only thing I ask you is to pay some heed, my friend


Details | Imagism | |

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

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

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

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


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Keep The Light In Sight

If I do, I hope that I Exit in the presence of Jesus Christ we go far back do he and I for his greater mercy once saved my life Five long lost years have past since then I gave my all so he forgave my sins a weary soul, crucified I hope he's holding me the day I die I tried my damndest to find the light and when I found it kept it in sight it's never left me I know I'm right come try and take it I'll end your night I look up fondly to the sky an understanding between he and I one time I asked him lend me his eyes and I saw a world left cold and dry In conversation we talk, no words he understands me when I'm most unheard think I'm absurd what are you? a higher being? still much confused You think the answer lies in your ways I think the Devil must be repaid he'll collect heavy your wasted time as you spend eternity at his side I see a servant for wickedness try to distract me one more dismissed I keep on walking through the night as I keep his spirit so well alive I wear your pride inside my skin as you race to the finish I just begin to be a soldier alone with the night nothing to warm me but his light in sight.


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Venus The Queen

A cold sullen night it was the day where the lights would come out and play A dream of dreams in which we couldn't wait The coronation of a celestial queen The brightness's everlasting fate This day was the time where we all could see unless the truth is too blinding Oh sweet bearer of light who's name brings all ignorant fright. Here she comes venus the queen etolie jolie Safe and serene you are the guide Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile jolie Here she comes venus the queen etolie jolie Safe and serene You are my Lucifer Queen Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile Jolie. How great we are to have such a light Where I can finally know my life A guide throughout this eternal night. Freedom and Independence is what you are Never astray a far But tonight the clouds are unchained. Here she comes venus the queen Etolie Jolie Safe and serene You are the guide Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile jolie Here she comes Venus the Queen Etolie Jolie Safe and serene You are my Lucifer Queen Comely and cunning Venus the queen, Etoile Jolie.


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First Steps

				The grandest epic starts with
				Only one word at a time.
				You must tread on that first step
				If stairway you would climb.

				Foremost notes don’t make a song
				But surely must be played
				Before a  firm foundation
				For the musical is laid.

				Don’t leap to a conclusion
				Without initial clue.
				You must have a beginning
				For an ending to ensue.

				There never was a scholar
				Without the one who taught,
				And there must be a problem
				For  answer to be sought.

				In  life there are no shortcuts
				For reaching final goal.
				To travel that big highway
				You first must pay the toll.

				No master of his craft will claim,
				There’s no need to prepare.
				That first step must be taken
                                                                Life’s grand rewards to share..

By: Joyce Johnson  won no. 7 in contest









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Perception

Perception  
Illumination
How it is known
Though is a fair game
Others became a judge
Played the same game 

In perception 
How far ahead to unknown
Thought a line between
Never drawn in fight being
Illumination became a perception  


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Someday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

http://vimeo.com/26557410


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Immortal View of Time

Immortal I stand at the dawn of time watching as history unfolds what will become of 
mankind. War and evil is said to be man made, but it was created by the Ancient of Days; 
long before the snake will entice the mortals to slay.

The land is green with promise of that which is unseen, seize the day while it is young is the 
battle cry of the old, carpe diem is dead and cold. Potential is something that is most not fully 
realized, and never surpassed. History is the story of man never learning from the mistakes 
they have made before; there is no new problem under the sun.

Little spiders in my brain running at the speed of light, each carries a little thought some of: 
joy, hope, fear, and delight. Another fly dies food for thought is consumed fueling my mind 
through out the night.

The war within is the one not without belief, that these ants, spiders, and flies live and die for 
something larger than what they are in this life. “Veni Vedi Veci” Caesar cried but what was it 
for that this ant died? Shakespeare wrote, he spun and weaved but with his web of beautiful 
words is he really anything more than a spider to me?

The Brink of the dawn until this point in time: you’re born, you live and die. Is there a point to 
try? The pages of history are all the same, but do your best to live it different in each day. We 
will put it on your grave that you dared to live for the new day, which never came for you 
anyways.

Immortal I stand at the setting of the sun it seems like yesterday time has just begun; but 
now it’s done and these mortals had a good run. They have managed to find grace in the 
eyes of the Ancient of Days.


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Moon Kissed

Shadows chasing shooting stars, the poets cry as they write the future.
Words begin to fall like rain, emotions flow between the wind.

The atmosphere evolves.

A beating heart peaking up beneath the pavement. Vines of green hug the pulsating instrument.
Flowers blossom to the sound, a bitter sweet symphony. Petals dance with pixies  upon trees.

The night is singing.

The air is thick and the moon is watching, the glow of silver pours on down.
A kiss of crimson and the heart starts racing. Midnight lovers of the enchanted woods.

A candle burns.

The wax begins to drip upon the rose, the lovers kiss begins to part.
The dancers stop as the crescendo descends, silence for the beating heart.


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


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Violent Erratic Transgressions

My mind set to overdrive my mindset erratic it all comes too easy now as I make blatant transgressions For I am the anti-God simply don't give a nod to the rest of creation in an against everything nation release of my stranglehold to let doors fly open for if your too narrow how will order fit in? I kill the conflict as it comes to arise with all my conviction strike like the arrow's infliction I'll bring an end to your era It's as plain as day to me cut myself to watch it bleed a little pain teaches a long lesson a tiny quirk brings forth the question Who I am, if not for me you cut me deep, still I don't bleed you hurt me so, still no regret I breathe in new life and exhale death I exhume my intention only for me to know please tell me, oh God does your garden still grow? It all decays to start anew all the damage I struggle through to piece together what is still left I turn from no one they turn from me, instead with one look, I had them shook while the holy man puts hope into a fictional book.


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if you only knew

when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture 
and i fear theyll regret it 
and other women dont care even at all 
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine


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Lightbearer Lucifer The Morning Star

Lucifer, oh Lucifer
bearer of light
without you where would be
the knowledge of wrong and right
the observers of time
obscure you into an evil
are you God's son or Satan
I believe you are neither

Lord of all lords
creator of kings
a spark of curiosity
grew into the flame that tamed
intelligent beings aren't consumed
by animal instincts of other names
with such a power
was a ultimate curse
the more higher gone holy 
the farther depth of evil 
the reverse

Ah, but the risk is the reward
for you gave us your gift
the first book of your skin
written in the blood as you wish
as fast as you appeared 
you left us in grace
slowly your forgotten
memory all but erased
if at best your footsteps
are a blueprint into man's potential
for better or worse 
I follow you into my own ritual


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Right On, Righteousness

By the truths of
Judah
I never thought I'd
be
Thinking on it
backwards
As I rarely often
need

The journey started
somewhere
In a daydream of a
night
They took everything
away from me
Except my innocence
of life
Now I have a slight
Gift of the
righteous
Put it to good use
As I'm battling the
mindlessness

Now the thousand
army of Lucy
Come to wring my
neck
Slipping through the
shadows 
Have to watch my
every step
For if I fall in
The lightbringer
will
Soon be dead
As the righteous 
inherit their
kingdom
when it comes to be 
that it resides
inside their head



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Life's Many Riddles

The foundations of life,
The existence of the divine,
The why not, what’s and why’s,
For the creation of time,
For the answers sought out,
They shall never be found,
They’re what keep our minds wandering,
That’s why life’s so profound,
Just be real to yourself,
Try to live in the minute,
Take advantage of this life,
Respecting everything in it,
Do not dwell on the past,
Do not bother with ego,
Try not to ask yourself questions,
Like in death where do we go?
Just make plans for the future,
What’s your next step in life?
Is it time to grow older?
And settle down with a wife,
Should I have a few children?
Could I support them if so?
Would I make a good parent?
I’m confused, I don’t know,
Just let life take its’ course,
As it comes sail along,
Everything happens for a reason,
No matter how right or wrong!

 
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Meteorological Balloons

It’s been days since I’ve slept
Amazed my body still functions
Brain and body motions
Yet to junction

My mind goes 
At an unbelievable pace
Seems as if 
In an undefeatable race

People approach
And ask how I’ve been
My reply leaves their thoughts
At a hysterical spin

Ive been drinking for days
And days on end
With all of these women 
I seem to befriend

One thing
That always seems true
Is one needs a friend
When they feel low and blue

Pop in some Barry White
When that feeling is right
Everything’s gonna be fine
On this tequila night

Everything will be fine
Come dawn
The sun will shine
Just two people

In hand is a bottle
Radio plays that old soul tune
The two of us are so far gone
Like meteorological balloons

Why waste
A moment like this
All that is needed
Is that first long kiss





	
				


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silenced and postponed-

nylon pellets graced the mound;
malevolently leering; 
coaxing the circumcised abattoirs 
of the Gregorian chanteuse; 
upon the hour… 
upon the choral orifice… 
silenced and postponed…   


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Memo To The Cosmos

            Memo To The Cosmos

Speak softly to your children in their billions
Burning stars and planets planted in the dark
Avoid the void with colors you created
Started in the garden of your heart
Watered with the tears of ages parted there
Shared with the cosmic dust in their parade of days
The Great Animator of antimatter who made us all
Calls to you on the winds in angular momentum
Remember to always care
Absolute zeroes walk hand in hand
Deceleration parameters of the dark matter clamor
Cajole all things from nothing, shakes them into life 
Remember cosmos, to close your eyes
In the explosions, reds and whites, blinding lights
Knit them into place
Ponder nuclear fission 
House the gravity of souls with every hour
Sit on the emission distance. String the theories
Stitch them together
Inertia reminds you where you are today
Drift with it in silent vectors distance
Take inertia to heart
To the stars, to your little ones, your little heroes
Calculated by their zeroes 
Take this memo to the Cosmos
Be light
Try not to be absorbed while being born


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Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.


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"The End"

How do you know what is real?
Have you ever felt that your dream intertwined with reality?
The question is: "How do you differentiate between reality and a dream?"
It might be a philosophical question, but
Each one of us has a unique answer
Don't refer to what and how philosophers answered the question
Let "yourself" be "your" own philosopher
Be the one that takes the new path
Be the one that leaves new tracks
Learn, Understand, Look, Observe, Read, Search
Ask, Discuss, Debate, Accept, Research, finally
Believe....
When to believe? Now that the real question
You have to know; you have to decide, but...
Is your decision right?
You'll know in the end, and by 'end,' I mean "The End"


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Cerulean Odyssey One, 5-8

5

morning soon with cobalt sunrise
scarlet banners in the sea
pockets of fog hang in the balance
weights and counterweights prepare
to launch another day of searching
shark infested mine fields await
truth contested answers sadly
alone on the road to jericho
few to hold my blistered hands
in the company of angels wishing
litanies of theosophical litigation play
the fine art of heaven’s delay
fire and brimstone lovers leap
no will to climb the canyon steep
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager

6

ready for the fight
laden beast of burden light
guide me through the slippery night
from this no man island home
oasis of bipolar green
fed by desert venom stream
on highwires of opinion
leaving arts creative kin
drybed intelligence has been
known to catch the ferry late
artificial armour of resolve
soft underbelly convictions
dissolve

7

wasted wormwood weldwood years
accusing fingers of suspicion
lawless hands admission
grow-op shameless exhibition
cold the beaches brickyard stare
as forest giants dare
to cut the timber weeping
urban fight with rural weapons
packed in peace at last
redeem her noble past
overload a memory with compassion
for the children of her dreams
acres of wishful thinking
never end it seems
I leave to catch the seven twenty
up the river diesel steams
my soul the pen of a ready writer
on a moon of full beams

8

I search and rescue run
concrete shoes my nemesis
rhythms of a broken highway
through crowded forest streets
in an age of deliverance
cloudscapes beckon warily
longships on sky lakes
to escape the winding shores
sunrise sunsets pardon
crimes of passion thinking
touch alone my arrowsmith
robed in virgin white
restless fog and pale visions
light the valley of tears


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Ariadne

Daidalos played with poison
and the gormandizing mind of a king
corrupting DNA with his brilliance.
Poseidon’s patronage,
issues from unknown depths of depravity.

Pasiphae bore this monstrosity
and carried the shame
as women do.

AyeeeI The minds of men bent inwards
without love, cannot find creation...
so seek destruction as compromise.
Convoluted cage of sacrifice,
diabolical maze of mutilation,
how many maidens and young men wander these halls of Hades
lost beyond Persephone’s care
or Hecate’s lamplit pathway home?

Asterion they called him,
to fool the masses,
as rulers and scientists are wont to do.
He was an abomination,
left over from Atlantean arrogance,
whipped into a frenzy with a poisonous brew of fungi and root
administered by his keepers,
this Taurean,
this bull man,
this Minotaur,
devouring the hope of all within sailing distance.

His sister,
sweet Ariadne,
raised on the pain and terror,
weaned on the screams of the victims,
and the unfathomable misery of her brother,
devised a plan to end his life of hell.

The Gods of creation sent Theseus,
the golden, the brave one, from the Eastern shores
and she charmed him into trusting her.
With his life in her hands,
she held a ball of the finest spun wool,
from Demeter’s flocks,
and showed him the way through hell.
Past the bones and rotting flesh
of the sons and daughters of despair,
past the gnashing and scarring of imprisoned demons,
and through the hopelessness of the devious design of entrapment,
he journeyed, trusting,
she held his way safely in her hands.

He found her brother,
captive in his lair,
already foaming and insane
having drunk the brew Daidalos concocted for him
to twist his feeble mind.
Imprisoning his senses in addiction
blood-lust and depravity was sharpened as the finest sword.
The frenzy the great men craved and created for their pleasure
revealed here as the monster it was.
So with great pity,
compassion giving him a clear head
and steady hand,
Theseus slew Ariadne’s brother
and so released the lands from the slavery of terror.

That fine wool,
soft in the hand as spiders silk,
and as strong as faith,
led him out to a hero’s welcome
and a legacy hung in the night sky
for all to remember.
Basking in God status, he sailed home to celebrate his glory.

Ariadne, mourning the life of her brother,
the corruption of her father,
the vacant eyes of her Mother,
and the abandonment of her lover
flung herself into the sea
as a final sacrifice
to Poseidon’s hunger.


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You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


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Painting Stars, My Face on Mars

The day Galileo reaches the stars I will have transcended into the face of mars that your astonished is flattering its just an expression of my many its the same face I make every day open my mouth wide and scream in silent vain no one hears me I am unnoticed I close my petals as the lovely lotus I hold my breathe, I chose my moments I disappear like a dying rodent only to blossom, in pure distinction then fade back into wishful thinking I am no more worshiped as our forgotten sun so I leave this creation to the shining ones I void my purpose to unchain my soul I am fulfilled, more as I roam I have seen the planets near and far I have seen the newborn and dying star I have seen the black hole churn sands of time into new matter, through center, shine into the same matter, which bleeds through me you may find me painting my new galaxy don't lose hope, my unknown friend this power, universal... if you don't limit it


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where ive always been

The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief
The moments of comfort are short and brief
the darkness engulfs all of my senses
like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions

maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end
what i wouldn't give know just for a friend
my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on
i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone

laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket
don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket
even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion
inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon

this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak
so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak
i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face
the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place

if theres more after this life has passed me by
ill wait for you all on the other side 
i hope I've left fond memories with you all
you kept me standing after every single fall


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Rites of Passage

I write right rites for I dare not get them wrong and if I do I promise you forever will I be one with the darkness that enters strong to take over my faith everything I've ever known to be will quickly be erased I don't think I'd make it that doesn't make me weak no one has crossed over and made it back without scars that can be seen I would rather be with a conscious free of guilt always inviting who I find mighty into the temple I have built I enter my own creation and take a look around to fix the flaws or scrap it all rebuild it on solid ground the morale can be found even in ignorance I admit I'm slightly jealous by your smiles of wild bliss is it really that easy to never give a care for any other person or thing but the reflection behind your stare I wish I knew my limit for then I could plan my life but the constant of the mystery is the source that fuels my might in a moment of clarity I see how small I am so let me back away with face before you know how far I can stretch my imagination a universe inside is born it only lasts for seven minutes before I destroy it with my scorn I'm a danger to myself all my lies are white I will soon unleash the godhead to rectify that one forsaken rite


Details | I do not know? | |

what they want

they crossed a wide savannah
and found the water’s edge
lashed wood with vine to find 
that laid beyond the horizon - 
that is what they wanted

they shored upon novel rock
came across new forage
and animals - and ate, 
satiated, they lay - 
that is what they wanted

other beings being spied
through trees quietly,
watched and studied,
til marauded and killed 
then danced and chanted - 
that is what they wanted

and so take time to
encircle the sphere 
arrogating that found 
as rightly divine right
what's there theirs claimed - 
that is what they wanted

bolting to the skies
to see another view 
a feather in the cap, 
they discovered, they flew - 
that is what they wanted

at the new apogee with 
explosive new abilities
they drop in on - Dresden,
Nagasaki, Chongqing, Grozny - 
that is what they wanted

yet more of kind are 
kindly found to take in 
wandering and hungry 
to feed, teach and clothe,  
that is - what they wanted

pan away to another day 
to see club and machete
arcing hard and arcing far
to stain the light crimson -
that is what they wanted

then pouring plaque to her feet
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning"...
"the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door"*
because that, is what they wanted

exaltation of the like,
condemnation to counterpoint
vindictive to vindicate
they abrogate what they hate - 
that is what they want

beings are informally 
birthed into their normality
to be ruled or rule by 
helical curved desires maybe 
no matter what is wanted 

who or what cannot resist 
our human desire of want, 
ability to cease and desist
acts of injury, of perjury 
to evolve to another being 
because that, is what they want

© Goode Guy 2013-01-24

* The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Colossus


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THE ORIGIN OF ORIGIN

How do we go back through Time, Space, Matter and Reasoning to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?


Is it through our death?
Is it through re-birth?
Is it through the Earth?
Or is it when we berth?

As we drift in-to a quiescent dock
Bourne by waves of Mercury, we rock
Silent and peaceful... no sound... no talk...

Perhaps, this time at the dock
We may find a bit of luck
At communing on the floor
With the Original Originator

How do we go back through Reasoning, Space, Matter and Time to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Is it through the Sun?
Is it when we mourn?
Is it when its dawn?
Or at the peak of form?

As we flex muscles of wood
All sinewy, all musculi, all crude
Hunched like Mr Olympia’s brood

Perhaps this time at the Water
We will commune with Awe, with Laughter
As we (hopefully) end at the door
Tha’ll be opened by the Original Originator

How do we go back through Matter, Reasoning, Space and Time to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Perhaps, this question I think can be answered on through infinity ad infinitum.....


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Cerulean Odyssey One, 1 - 4

1

I came walking on daytime’s wake
a pigment dry palette of dreams
filled my pockets with hope
digitally mastered visions of glory
fuel for the broken fires of passion
each step of the journey a trial
each path a temptation to believe
tomorrow will be the end of today
where strangers I have met
on the road to distant vanishing points
in step with eternal drums
dogs who beg for mercy crumbs
from the master’s table
for those who find the empty stable
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager

2

robed in sky blue fusion fabric
patterned after ancient promises
steeped in salt flats time trials
to set new records for obedience
speed the nemesis of costly delay
all for a search without ending
a city a gate a massive pearl
wisdom not her only treasure
lost in the turmoil of rhetoric
and endless spiral speculation
I took a turn to the narrow left
and hid my face in the borrowed cleft
for fear of judgment’s bloody arm
to raise my banner of alarm
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager

3

only I know the forest highways
oceans running long beach shores
snow capped mountain hideaways
among the thickets of sleepless nights
stone fences closing war torn borders
to the eyes of media madness
who cannot close the credibility gap
between their surgically guarded ears
and fumes that fill reality playgrounds
bursting veins with profitable intentions
spilling children’s crying laughter
among medicated claims of peace hereafter
I know the headlines are for eating
the taxman’s trade for cheating
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager

4

meadows green with limestone caverns
rivers stocked with seamless flowers
valleys cut by deep dish pizza
fountains fill the blackened void
fragments of imagination
comfort words in bits and bytes
nightime memory analysis
of what I thought I could see
beyond flesh and bone and mortar
casino lights with smoking embers
easy picking on empty heart strings
wishful thinking on eagles’ wings
only to hear a pounding hollow echo
let it go let the whole thing go
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager


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Love Stays Every Test

Love Stays Every Test


L ove endures    E ternally
O ne true           V ow
V ery strong       E ndearing
E nlightening      R omance
S aves us           Y ears
T wo hearts        T imes
A nniversaries     E xpect
Y our                  S ex
S inks                 T oo !!!


Love Stays Every Test!!

Love endures eternally, 
one true vow ,very strong endearing
enlightening romance saves us years, 
two hearts times anniversaries
expect your sex sinks too!

Robert J. Lindley  06- 01-2014


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At World's End

At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.


Details | Free verse | |

Dichotomy

Weary of the Singular crush
The Universe expands to feed the hungry void
Scattered into fragments unfamiliar with separation
Astonished by isolation.

Nostalgic for the singularity, remnants come together
Forsaking vast expanses to cold emptiness
As debris is swept up
Forming planets, stars and galaxies.

Celestial bodies whirl around the deserted vacuum
Briefly touching each desolate point in the abyss
Remembering the void left in their wake
Never to visit again.

Nostalgic for the singularity, miraculous fragments come together
To create life!
Simple creatures born of the drive to integrate
Branching out and climbing the evolutionary tree.

The seas are teeming with life, brimming over
Until the familiar crush becomes unbearable
And the primal drive for expansion propels life outward
To occupy every vacant niche.

Nostalgic for the singularity, people come together
As family and friends, as clubs and societies,
And as lovers bridging the rift to become one again
Creating life in a moment of unity.

The sacred singularity of mother and child is cherished
Until overwhelmed by the ancient expansionary drive
And the child is expelled from the womb 
To claim one more vacancy for humanity.

All beginnings and endings are driven by the dichotomous conflict
Between competing Universal instincts
To separate and expand into the insatiable emptiness
Or to coalesce and return to ONE.


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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


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Walking to Redemption

Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.


Details | Lyric | |

Apophis

You say you know no saviour,
You say you know no God. 
But find your scripts and rosary,
You'll need them when I'm done. 

Seven armies couldn't stop me.
Seven horsemen couldn't budge
All that I have inside me,
And that I've become. 

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet. 

Drink your holy water and cleanse inside,
I'm waiting until midnight.
I won't stop until I hold your heart.
I won't stop until own your soul. 

This evil plays such a pretty song,
You know the words now sing along.
Oh the notes they sound so sweet
In this dark, dark, dark symphony. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet


Details | Epic | |

A WHOLE LOTTA NOISE

Gatherin momentum, progression assured. hard work and dedication like meat i've cured. Allways thought i'd matured too quickly. Lured into adulthood tasted rather sickly. Has 2 be endured, reality hits thee. Like a train all aboard just in time 4 his-story. I do this with skill without a pill, touch a soul with a modern day quill. A chemical thrill no clerical ill, most will find it hysterycal. A generic fill lacking merit - still. I Feel the need to share at will, while they continue wit numerical kills. Articulation of my participation bringing the sunshine after prercipitation My anticipation for an integration steadily nears its instalation A mutalation by a group of nations united in chaos of their creation so we accept without question implementation. Manipulation of mind has gripped the nation its time to flick the station and find sweet salvation the crimes are abundantly blatent unwind the twisted situation my rhymes are set for migration allined with intergration, defined my motivation, refined with great complication its belied!? no never falsification its mind over materialisation i've pined over this information and climbed outta segregation to find a source of ventalation so nevermind my frustrations i'll grind the correlations for my minds peace. Comparing notes sharing the jokes, ain't funny no more i'm scaring the folks. Preparing what's spoke daring my quotes to catch on with non glaring approach. Not wearin bespoke, no staring or chokes as i walk by caring what's wrote. Smoking roach tryin to evoke the spirit inside with anuva toke. Feeling provoked constantly poked get it 2gether quit the dope. I build the moat not even a goat can get to me, my hearts in throat. Does the pope, think this hoax. can carry much longer? i live in hope. My personal coach handed the rope gave me freewill to see how i'd cope. Tied in a noose i let that loose used the rope to tie the groups of abuses together in a rhyme. I Dispute that im useless. If my message is a crime it proves that im ruthless pressing these lines.


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My Imprint

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

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Details | Pastoral | |

Life Ever End-ing




      -----

Death is not the end
To life it-self
Fore-
If God wasn't here
    Then
Where dose' all of these
Great Miracle's
Keep coming from
       ------
Life is not an ending
Unto Death
Fore-
Death unto Life
Is just the beginning

            GF


Details | Narrative | |

The Melody of Hope

There I lay upon the curb, my heart still beating An Icy breeze cutting through, my souls was fleeting Looking up into the skies, I saw a flash of hope The clouds divided into blue, and dangled down a helping rope Rising up I start again, I'm fighting stronger The music plays inside my head, this I remember I use the melody to build my strength, I'm shining brighter I lace deceit with the flammable truth, I drop the lighter The phoenix rises from the flames, I see it's eyes Exploded candles ignite the way, I hear it's cries The path I walk leads to my home, a second chance At the end one final trial, it's the devils dance There it lay upon the curb, It's heart still beating Reaching out I take my sword, It's life depleting One final strike and a broken heart, death becomes her The sun comes out and begins to beam, hope forever


Details | Blank verse | |

I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


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Daily Thought

Your idea of perfection is only reflection of your own spirit, 
hear it now if they've chosen not to clear it, 
up for you and whoever else is lost, 
and while your create your world think of what it costs, to be free. 
People die, lie and survive all for the sake of thee. 
And understand that I am aware of what I speak of, 
I'll be the first to admit what my etheric energy reeks of :P 
I'm not afraid because I'm not a liar, it's that simple to fumigate the fire, 
that you have let grow out of controlling, 
never tapping into your subconscious without a good night of rolling.. or getting "trippy" , See I'll die one day but I be closer to people with me, 
and until that day I'M ALIVE and certainly fits me :) 
But, .. people say I'm crazy when I say I love you all, 
and I pray that you stand up every time you fall. 
I have respect and don't expect any praise at all, 
my telephones my heart... I wonder when the world will call.


Details | Epic | |

The Boatman

Charon the boatman. what a ghastly old soul
Eternal death for the man with no toll
No Garden of Eden on the other side
Climb in the boat and ride out the tide

He took you across the river Styx
For some it gave eternal bliss
Those who came without a fare
Lost their souls and forever stared

With two pence placed on your eyes
There was no need to say good byes
You were granted to live to eternity
Alive, not dead, immortally

He ferried you to the underworld
From his gnarled hand you were hurled
Into the darkness with a lantern so bright
Only the rich escaped the reapers plight

You stood before the King of the Dead
His name was Hades so they said
He was the God of the Underworld
The son of a titan you were lured 


Details | Epic | |

Not The Only One

Why does everyone tuck their tails and hide..
Accepting all of the Corporate Lies?

We’re all eating Genetically Modified Foods,
Simply because it tastes so good.
Hormone-pricked animals; Tortured and Slain..
No Living Creature should endure such Pain.

The Fact is that We are so behind
In the True Consciousness of our Minds.
This Entire Life is one big Illusion;
Yet We are being taught of Lies and Delusion.
It’s now time to Think of All including Yourself,
Go beyond your wants and Desires; Humankind needs our Help.
Judge for yourself- I’m weird and depressed..
But I Understand Altrue Knowledge- Unlike the Rest.

-Emma Lea Mills
02/08/2012


Details | Pastoral | |

Existence


Abstinence come's
    To full closure
With-in the confines'
            - Of -
  The human mind
     Only to unleash
         A prelude
Which precede the gift
           - Of -
     Time

               GF


Details | Pastoral | |

Oh' Say


Is their such a thing
    As an 3 day blessing
There are so many thing's
      That which I soon
Will be requesting
      ------
First this due in memory'
Fore blessing's can be slow
    If you should be
Receiving it, then
     Should you let any other
     Know,
Or should you be resting
      ------
Oh, just let it be
      ------
Fore your doth have received
        A blessing and to get one
Is kind of hard, just make sure
    That it actually came
            from God
      ------
The devises is a devil
     He requites' blessing
As much as He can
     He has so many enemies
His service's are high on demand
      ------
He will give you a blessing
There in nothing else
That he would rather do
But first make sure of your
       Blessing,
Make sure that it is true
And really meant for you
      ------
That it is not over due
             -Fore-
That blessing that you want
    And so many may seek
Just might be an invitation
       To visit him'
In the land of the deep
              And dark
A far cry from where
       Your car is parked

                   GF

copyright 
Sep 2011
@poetrysoup.com


Details | I do not know? | |

A new year.

Check it the new paradigm is sound,
look left and right, a new brother and sister found,
matching the positivity pound for pound,
well aware this is just the first round,
a fight long since started,
fully mapped out and chartered,
fought by enemies’ and loved ones,
both alive and dearly departed.

So much bigger than the individual,
yet reside in the microsm, of subconscious push and conscious pull,
alluded by ego into a deep fall,
to willing to be stupid to appear cool,
brain functioning on the alpha wave,
programmed by your H.D. t.v.,
your a mind slave,
we’re all invited to the bondage rave,
it’s more addictive than these little Prozac pills,
encouraged to self terminate, but not to adopt new life skills,
give your brain some whole grain to mill over,
churn up some bright green pasture clover,
produce some quality spiritual milk,
exit the brain like verbal silk,
because food for thought is spiritual elixir,
2010 is going to be a very interesting year.


Details | Epic | |

Fathom

 

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

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

...Tick...Tick...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

the dark gift

come now, drink the blood of the wilder-beast, 
join us on this midnight feast, you are now and forever
 a child of the darkness, drink of the beast, 
cure the need, feed, sacred tombs, and anicent wounds, 
journey through the souless abyss, immortality,
 the dark girt.


Details | Epic | |

THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS: Excerpt from epic poem.

 

With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young, )
hold on to that, the string of that
to grip the meaning of it
as I grip the iron balustrade
along the miles of esplanade ;
think the century's wise men are ignored,
each lamp a light, a sage for each lamp.... ...

Drawn to the Sailor's Arms, her kegs
the weight of years upon the legs,
for whispers round an inglenook
where galaxies are in the glass,
to swap a tale, another round,
a golden fleece, a crumpled map !
Or waft around for words, like smoke
along the butt - ends from the tar,
or vanish down into the draught
if Alan Watts is at the bar.... ...

Below, where gulls quarrel in kelp
no harbour there need shelter me,
no life - boat slip to cries for help
need bring my spirit to the lee -
I hear the past with all its murders,
the wind wail through the rusting girders
yet still am I, free to fly with you
who lean against the railings, too !... ...

The world may seem to come in bits -
let nonduality begin ?
Come celebrate your opposites
for all depends on loss to win !
Tribal culture in your face -
to win is everywhere you turn,
if God is losing all the time
then will we ever, ever learn ?... ...

'You'll win' he said, 'its in the bag',
out on the point
what can the mindless wind do
but wave the flag?
Missing the point forever
signalling our nascent spirit.

And the voice said
'raise your head when the night is cloudless 
and tell me who you are subject to, 
remember the truth of your own story
as your eyes take in the glory'.... ...

Full to be empty, empty to be full -
do you hear the paradox, do you feel the pull ?
I do not mean to be patronising,
have I asked you too soon ?
Do you see what I mean when you gaze at the moon,
when the full moon, lifeless is full of light ?... ...

I sit upon the lobster pots
that decorate the harbour wall,
if you come a little closer
you can see me in the hall,
if you do not hold the key-
Mrs keepings locks the door,
I'll be looking out to sea 
after eight but not before.... ... ...


Details | I do not know? | |

We Are Your Future

Hay Mom and Dad
It’s been 40 years
Since you’ve been born
Now its time we change gears
	
You were to set the stage
And prepared the cast
You were to direct 
For the torch to be passed

And now in this age
As we begin a new
You were to train us
So we could surpass you

Of course there have been mistakes
Cuz you all were blind
You destroyed the world
That you were to leave behind

Pushed on by greed alone
You didn’t know
That that was your job 
So you didn’t show
The devotion
That was meant to raze
The heirs of this earth
That you set ablaze

But it’s all good 
We know our task 
And unlike you
Our head is not in our ass

And we the newgeneration
Will fix what is done
Then teach the way
For the children to come


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 | Free verse | |

Mask of the Faithless

Why do you run oh faithless one from the direction of his affection? where are you going whilst never knowing the stone foundation of that one true belief Things that aren't seen aren't always not there think of the oxygen you breathe in the air think of what made you and why your here surely the reason exists just to believe in For I am here for you if ever you need together we'll enter intense questioning until we find answers that content the soul or bask in your destruction like a great living black hole One cannot be so stuck in intrigue if he never questions there is no direction floating aimlessly on a sea of dead horses these are the forces that trick as they treat Demons are angels and angels are felt inside as your idol invading with stealth controlling your process then you are owned never again, to be forgiven and atoned Now deemed unworthy cast out by the Lord who doesn't exist now at all, anymore in your warped mind destiny in your palm void of the meaning and never reach a calm The rivers now run in red pools of blood as the false God remains worshiped comes the death of all love never such an evil as the nefarious nephilim known as the creator of man's original sin.


Details | Epic | |

Spring Is In The Air

I gathered the rakes...
for leaves had covered everything

I gathered the limbs and made up my mind
My dad is 82 years young and it is all left up to me now

Spring is in the air, and there''s work to be done
The tables are turned and I''ve learned a lot

As I sat on my papa''s knee
tuning in to his wisdom

As I helped strong busy hands
clean up natures many grande messes

And during those glorious evening walks
exploring the results of our daily tasks
Pure contentment... satisfaction at ease!

The ending of one''s long journey...
scurrying into another''s
simple visionary walk in life...

Chosen while resting on ''that'' knee 
and enjoying great ''wise tales''

Spring is in the air... 

--Shirley Sibley 


Details | Light Poetry | |

The evils of war

Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter

Then they go to school 
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one

Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power

Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend

Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity

Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies

I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way

Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function

Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi

North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere

The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass

Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem 
I can’t help it but shed a tear


Details | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free

				AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} 
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
  


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Dis-appreciation

And so that’s it. I don’t  think we’re gonna make it.
It’s getting too hard to just PHukcin take it
I wanna break it, Phukc it up.
You don’t even know, how to fake $hi7
So listen biznitch, you need to go.
Cause time’s a coming, yeah it’s a full runnin’
And the slower you get, the deeper your debt
So keep all your ‘pinions, and free all your tension
And breath appreciation, justifying your temptations
Cause it’s shorter than you think
This life’s an island about to PHukcin sink.
You can try and run away, if you want…  
In these times of trouble, our mistakes, they double
And beneath the rubble, is proof.
Yeah all the $hi7 we’ve used to PHukc over our youth
So take a look-see, don’t abuse the nookie…
Cause it’s not just pussy, actually has a name!
In a search for fame, in vain, we try and ignore the pain
SO let me tellya, “you’re in danger, fella.”
Don’t ever underestimate the truths of “Hella”
Now what do we have left? Who next do we impress?
Cause for years, our ears, have been trained to go deaf.
But is all good, in this great neighborhood, it’s great. Actually all right.
So quit, just quit your PHukcin biznitchin and be thankful you even get tonight!


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Cerulean Odyssey Four 23

hang the superstitious bastard
among the lord of flies deception
cannot land on a burning fire
shallow graves that hold no flattery
losing yet another night of bounty sleep
entertaining restless demons
flights of stairs to an empty upper room
ne stadda dab a toraba cho
within the fortress safe lies lasting hunger
the only place for times of righteousness
outside the rain drums drops of inconvenience
interpretations of a motionless sound
count a royal blood of ransom
ti de mana te dosto carriacho
watch the enemy of words inside
the echoes of a lingering accusation
brave the heart by fear association
I gave a comfort cradle to an infant
a message from the throne of love
keeping time with faith experience
che na shatora ba chamyana
a deafening harmony of stale opinions
the lot is empty no more bargains to be had
friends a well of living water
scatter  all the citizens of hell
everyone a chilling mausoleum
in the cemetery of the dead
waiting for the light to blister green


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The Vengeance of Hatred

up and down feelings
floor to the ceiling 
big and the small
or barely at all
jumble of thoughts
build up like a compost
all of the utmost
useless importance

String me along for days
like ever present
unaware essence
of the magical sun's 
scorching lashing out r
shooting through the vacant space
only one destination
like a certain pinpoint revelation

Stabbing back
we surprise attack
the only shock
comes to me as an afterthought...

I hold in the hatred 
until it becomes sacred
I inhale the passion
nothing more natural
than my outward reaction
addition through the simplest subtraction
the hate is so hard to replace
what is left to drive me 
the anger inside me

I am here because of my rage
brought me to the brink of breakage
just when the point is revealed naked
it disappears, retreating through the  hatred

Where is it hiding? 
I miss the surge
burning into my every word
the last I remember
I was misplaced, self centered
when the source was discovered
a curious love entered
and drove out the negative
edited and erased


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my dark thoughts

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


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Thoughtless Explosions of Verbiage

In times of joy and in times of pain 
words are the only elusive attempt at portrayal 
Daunting Contraptions Contracted in a few fleshy pounds 
hidden in a bloody swirling cesspool hiding in our skulls 
Thoughtless explosions of verbiage fill the pages of 
time & space in this place, feeble attempts at nothing 
merely interjections of uselessness. We canter down 
these halls of life opening doors & closing others, 
doors hard to shut are better left open. To breath the 
breath of life through these pounding heads of humanity. 
Beating its burden of confusion & false hope straight to 
the source ... producing order? What a concept in this place 
as to say a controlled explosion our existence is 
the oxymoron that is all. We live the days like 
the pun of some joke that's been forgotten. 
We soothe our souls with others expressions, broadcasting 
feeling to the masses. Ideas thought for someone else 
helpless sheep in this hillside pasture we're spinning on. 
Songs of hope & joy inspire & drive others to the end. Confident 
that more words will help in the future. Addicted to 
others feelings & ideas to produce our own. Mindless bites 
gurgle out real life for ratings while we all watch 
ourselves and turn back to the box. The box should 
falsify our existence but then the black emptiness that 
has become our hard existence. Tired lonely 
followers dancing till the end .... 
Ah the end 


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When a god dies

Up in the clouds the king sits with no one around. His eyes roam to a fro walking the earth day 
and night yet with all his might he does not fathom the joy and happiness of these ants in his 
sight. Their life is short just days in his sight, but still they dream, love, fight, and die. Searching 
for a reason he left his throne. He walked among them and saw them as man; they walked 
upright, used reason and logic as he did. He came to a village a little girl cried I am so hungry, 
my father has died. The great king fed this family of three, but still they knew not the god-king 
he be. When they had ate the girl gave him a hug, the mother cried and bid him good-bye with 
love. This love was a thing he had never felt before, now he understood why they carried out 
their wars. The passion and pride that burns inside: a reason to believe, to fight, and to die. The 
deity returned high to his throne, having felt wanted he now felt alone; immortality looms large, 
it is too much to bear he needed a reason to live for, a purpose to care. The vastness of forever 
ahead no one to love nothing to live for the god-king dies. From his death there is a lesson to 
learn from his life, it is not how long you live but what you live for. Until you have something 
worth dying for you’re not really living


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PASSION MUSE

the guiding light of true inspiration;
brings genuine stimulation,
an exotic ecstasy of a sensation,
the embodiment of teh real beauty of passion,
pure thrill of a rush, 
a true artistic touch.
the rare use of invaluable emotions:
the intensified suspense of a reaction,
the power of a deeper connection,
the value of an even deeper meaning,
twisting mixed feelings for a poetic ending.
a true understanding for the art of drama,
the need for more than extra.
art of beauty that is perfect in every way,
making a fashion statement on how you look everyday.
bringing back an artist's intent of excitement;
the true path to wisdom and enlightenment,
the real hard work of art that causes intrigue!!
a hidden secret that causes admiration;
like untold treasures that has much value,
kept untouched and unharmed until the promise of importance becomes true!!!


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UNSTILL

In

Lullaby

I promise

A kiss so silent

It will fall with you 

Insignificant -yet unstill

Down, down, into darkness

Beyond the streetlight's white islands  

Beneath its un-kept fires an’ broken engines

Into the dormant deeply, to sprawl up so blessedly

(Drawing water slowly from clouds beneath the sewers...)

And in its rain, so silent before me -dreams mean nothing to me!

They can’t fold my hell up neatly; they just pound my heart so barely

For I know, they are still empty –as a rolling gravity, as a failure -without me

But a kiss (oh, so, insignificant) it can fall so deeply an’ can sprawl up so blessedly 

It can sprawl up so blessedly an’ be without me!  So with a kiss... I will leave thee;

Between this an’ the insidious, as the intended, dormant authors accomplice 

To untangle the meaning of dreams-wake; along its bitter, an’ its break

To hear the trumpets warming, from shadows once filled with death 

An’ tear the black from its back, an’ in white –find quite breath

To rise with the angels, when wingless, and unbelieving

An’ sit with any man and share with him his grieving

Then walk with him... all a bleeding an’ all a rage

Not try an' unlock nor break open his cage

Holding judgement an' all emotion

Trusting path -he had chosen...

Then in a lullaby, I promise

A kiss, that is so silent

It will fall with you 

So significant 

So unstill.

Silent.


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The Root of Inspiration

I set out on a quest today,
Compelled to write a poetic story,
I thought perhaps I’d write about,
The mind in its’ infinite glory,
While philosophizing life
I wondered, what is inspiration?
So I continued on my noble journey,
Through the minds vast imagination,
I was full of motivation,
As I made my faithful way,
And neurological obstacles,
Kept getting in my way,
Soaring through the universe,
I came unto a vibrant light,
As i set my hand upon it,
I was filled with divine insight,
The gleaming light then vanished,
And an angel had appeared,
Dressed in a robe of white,
Dawned with a halo in her hair,
A silky voice then asked me,
Is it knowledge you require?
She said again as if she’d known,
Then ask what you desire,
I was wondering where it was,
That inspiration is derived,
Then as I came unto the light,
I’d understood as I arrived.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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And the toil of the gods was great part1

AND THE TOIL OF THE GODS WAS GREAT part1
{I close my eyes and see you there, looking at me. I watch myself watch you. As I look at us 
in mind I wonder to myself if I’m seeing myself watching you then who am I.}
Ten thousand years the time that’s past and during the years all our knowledge was lost
Stolen and hidden often misused, twisted distorted or simply fake.
Now in the end at this precipice we start to grasp the weight of the cost
For too long now we have been blinded to what is real and what’s at stake
Our cosmos a chaotic symphony blanketed in an ocean of time
An entire race of beings without eyes to see and the minds of children
Left here clueless alone stumbling clumsily in the dark waiting for a sign
So much disconnection has transpired since we freed ourselves from Eden
Much too obvious are planet is not like us, who or what we are
A circus of gloom bent on destruction to ignorant and riddled with fear
Out in space there where many thriving worlds all rotating around its motherly star
We have been exiled here we deserve the freedom no longer should we toil here
Our failure to see life for what it is, its unique and a space-time miracle
Any life, anywhere, in the vastness of time a single blade of grass is precious and rare
As we consume and devour our forsaken garden for material that is tangible
A young and dieing world full of slaves and orphaned souls, a heavy cross to bear


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How Poetry Began

             How Poetry Began

There was no explosion in the voided void
No weight to metal or components foreign formed
Science and religion married off their children
Philosophy and rhyme were named
They were circular at first and they too gave birth
To reason and jungles minding their own business
Triangles triangulated, circulated in an ink filled well
Pulled up like the dark ooze and tar 
That once was dinosaur remains
Set upon the quill or filled the pen of mighty men
To dot humanity with a verse
It was suggested, the first delicate words arrived
In gold parlors lined in silk, over saffron tea
Reading leaves to young maidens who, surprised
Touched by lovers on the bosom from behind
In actuality 
Poetry began inside a cave right over there
That’s it!  Just on the cliff outside the cave
Just past the very next thought
Sitting side by side on this once empty page
Of memory and age, hanging on the edge
Passion, rage, love and silver birds
Got their start out there as well


Created on 9/12/14 for How Poetry Began- Poetry Contest


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Motive and Thoughts prt 1

This is a story of a farmer

Who became an informer…

Displacement of this farmer

Was heartless, by a round belly

Robbing a Skinny belly

In a rock steady


See for any story

The context is essential

Like motivation,

An emotional state

Is the presence of stimuli

A thought ……..


But in this instance

There was no resistance

And the diction

Was nonfiction

But a contradiction

Of intuition..


To take ride of humiliation

And bear the scars of crucifixion……………..

TO BE CONTINUED>>>


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IT WAS MY RESURRECTION TOO: (part 2) just sit on it

Mary Magdeline and Mary the mother of Jesus the Christ
went to the tomb was Jesus was laid after the sacrifice
it was a risky venture but they felt a powerful need
to go forth to give Jesus a proper burial with God-speed

the Roman soldiers were standing about to guard the grave site
so that none could steal the body of Jesus in the still of the night
but when both Marys reached the tomb they saw that the stone had been rolled away
and sitting upon it was an Angel of the Lord and to them It did say
wearing raiment white as snow It said to them "to have no fear"
for the One you seek has arisen and His body is no longer here

no longer was Jesus in that tomb which was His enemies' place of defeat
no stone blocking the entrance that would have made His destruction complete
Jesus would not be shut in nor His people to be shut out
an Angel of the Lord sitting on that stone which had cried out

in order to demonstrate dominion over anything in this life
you need to just sit on it and then claim it in the name of Christ
to eradicate the pain, to exterminate the anger, to eliminate the bitterness
to extinguish the hate we need to sit on it in the name of righteousness
so put all those negative things in life under your feet
dominion over all of it the next phase to go out and meet

it was my resurrection too on that day when Jesus arose
it was my resurrection too on that day it was Him I chose
His resurrection power now resides inside of me
His resurrection power has secured my destiny
arisen from the dead and now sitting at the right hand of God
dominion over everything with a righteousness of heart

God rolling away the stones in my life that have tried to hinder and defeat
God rolling away the obstacles in preparation for my journey to be complete
it was my resurrection too, a new life I have been given
it was my resurrection too and by the power of His blood I'm now driven
God rolling away the stones and all those negative things in my life
just sitting on them with dominion and the blessings of my Lord Jesus Christ


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Project X

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


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Technicolor Jazz

Technicolor jazz
melts my minds fatal noir landscape
while Kerouac beats call out from the abyss.

The last stand-up tragedian hoping to take his final bow,
is told about the all you can eat buffet 
over at the King's Table, he makes a killing.

The soul coughed
and God punched out at 5
echoing in the abyss.

All that can be drank is drunk
all my beds have been made 
and I am too tired to dig my own grave.

To the sad clown who was wandering
looking to make a killing
I told him to find an all you can eat buffet.


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A Wandering Knight


A wandering knight
wambling in an endless road

Thinking to himself

Where the others are?
Taking care of what?

Who am I?
but a fading footprint

on a dark empty land
under a starless sky

seized by roaring shadows
and delusive hopes


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Stairs

I am ignorance, walk with me? Up, up, up, up, Down,down,down,down, Up,up,up,up, Down,down,down,down, Had enough?? I AM enlightenment, follow me! Up,up,up,up,up,up,up,up, and up. That wasn’t so tough!


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It's Complicated

Fate appears to be a fable for who could ever see what lies in store forever more you call this destiny I've been called crazy because they fail to understand just what makes me tick a little secret, its just my plan to let my mind go sick It's a battle when our paths cross we tend to disagree if you could listen, let it saturate then throw your disdain at me it keeps me grounded atop the mountain of your carefully hidden envy I love the passion you've shown to me I hate every time you change my mind and we both know you know your right in plain sight behind struggling to keep pace with a growing greatness seldom does ignorance make sense it sticks together like best of friends learn to love it, because I'll make it you try to hide jealousy but it's complicated.


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Cerulean Odyssey One, 9-12

9

sometimes I see her near
sometimes I feel her clear
deep inside my heart ache
rest a while
my smouldering embers
on her moss green shoulders
the city dwelling surely
not that far away
I hear a distant drum beat rushing
bloodlines flowing rapids grand
in veins of buttermilk rejection breast
I began my epic journey
orange crate my early bed
shelter from pagan bombs
glass walls my domain
dot com a public address
do not forsake me lord

10

unfamiliar signposts ridicule
discipline lists to do
sandy rivers without bottom
water falls in endless pain
healed by some times laughter
her medicine forgiving
creation as she groans
longing for my footsteps
forward backward forward
three ahead
two behind
one more step for mankind

11

humble alpine meadows
cold snowpack coming
warning of long sleepless nights
if I tarry aimless hope
afraid of morning
be bold be strong
and be transparent
cry the voices in my head
pack my back with cream filled donuts
six pack coffee carry out
slow the rushing memories
affections cold and grey
rain begins a timeless chorus
galleries of disappointment 
greet me at the door

12

I have a voice
crying in the broken wilderness
charred remains of ancient cultures
crowd the twisted highway
without reservations
smoke drifts down lazy
words seldom heard anymore
call the forest to attention
north bound slow
south bound speeding
through the cemetery of peace
among shattered tombstones
yesteryear now rests in pieces
buried in the ruins of children
their voice maternal whisper
ears to hear more fears
my cry a pounding rhythm


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Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust 

Life may be lost
In a single wind gust

The question is 
What is the next level
Questions number far more than answers
Is there really a devil
Is there really a god

These are questions mankind has been
Asking since the beginning
Some say it is a sin
To question reality

Yet should sin be labeled
Those who have not found the road
To a power only known in fable

Mythic stories and tales
Portray the snake to be evil

Yet the good
Is that of the eagle

Evil is creation 
That of the mind

Yet the fiendish
May only prevail
If faith shall fail

Light is everywhere
One just must know where to look
Dark may be
Illuminated by the good

Yet light may not
Be darkened by the bad

Only when the clouds
Are up in the sky
Shall light dim
At the sight of the eye

There is one thing
Good shall remain throughout
Only if one believes
Beyond any doubt


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Beatnik Snaps

           Beatnik Snaps
       Onomatopoeia-topia

(poet sits on a stool in the café and begins)
I could onomatopoeia all day daddio
With cool sounds in the iambic pandemics sphere out there.
“Far out man…far out… Onomatopoeia all the way” (The crowd shouts and snaps fingers in approval.)
On the down winds jive below slow jazz notes I go
Goatee Joe eats the avocado on the down and low 
Basements bottomless souls measured tuna outlet cries out
The bongo boys drag on the joint while munching on the tacos loco
Cigarette smoke lays down a cloud…talks to the humming bird
Laying down some heavy tones to the bones with the smooth sax
Cats calling in the alley way cruising on the cat nip trip 
Waiting on a little miss kitty called Pussy Meow
She’s a no show Joe.  Man, that’s no way to go.
In the wild thick woods of words working on his behalf
The half past 1952 Johnny, goes marching home
Alone down Bluesville Avenue in a zoot suit out back Jack
Slick black jacket looking for some chicks on the beatnik clicks
Snap! 
Notes raining down on the sax as some jive time chumps 
Get busted by some jive time cop
Flat foot flopping down the street with some flat foot beef to pound
Drowned on pounding grounds outside
Down in the drip drop flop of day….Grazing on the rain.
                    “Shows over Jack and Jill.”
                    “It’s been a thrill.”  (More finger snaps from the beatnik crowd)
                                Debaucheries Departure
Sooner or later we gotta blow this café gig…..Dig?
Slurred speech measured beats by bongo boys bid a retreat
In matters like this …..tipping matters….and meter matters…My meters dry man.  
We tapped out our tab long ago so….One last drink!
What’s your poison my onomatopoeia friend?…He retorts; “You’re right.”
 “ I don’t want to pay it either”…. but we gotta get out of this joint.
What kind of iambic pandemics beatnik friend do you think I am?
In deed briated with liquid libations I guess….. (Snaps)


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Fury of Frustration

I work up a sweat every single day I struggle to belong somewhere, to stay It’s like I’m fighting a hopeless battle I’m powerless and the poisonous snakes rattle I feel death’s embrace coming nearer I hear his voice, getting clearer Death even wrapped me in chains Another burden on top of all of my pains There is nothing but blackness around I think I’m deaf; I hear no sound I close my eyes accepting my fate I have no savior, whoever it was its too late “NO! YOU MORON, YOU MUST SURVIVE!!!! YOU CANT GIVE UP, FIGHT TO STAY ALIVE!!!! LIFE IS BUT A WH*RE THAT YOU DON’T NEED TO SCORE!!! WHAT ARE YOU STILL LYING HERE FOR?!!” I open my eyes as they search for the voice, my savior Never did I think they’d have an eccentric behavior I see nothing but flames of mystical blue They envelope me, yet they feel like dew “I can’t believe I belong to a coward Who doesn’t have the courage to step forward” The sound seemed to come from everywhere I didn’t know who to answer, where? “You don’t have to see me to know I exist But I’ll show you my form because you’ll insist” I’m speechless from the knowledge of the voice It makes me feel like I truly have no choice “Who are you? Show yourself”, I croak A man appears, the flames are his cloak Looks strong, fierce and prepared for anything It’s surreal, I pretend that I can’t see a thing He waits for me to acknowledge his existence Doesn’t give up easy, I admire his persistence “You are ready to learn of your power You must make sure, you, it won’t devour” “The demon inside you will make you strong But don’t let it stay in control for too long Or your existence shall be erased forever And to be able to come back will be never” I’m surprised I had such a weapon at my disposal I keenly agree to the man’s proposal “This power existed since the beginning of creation I present to you, the fury of frustration”


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The Ancient Deception


Injured Soul
Fainted Eyes

Returning
from where?

Weary feet
Weak arms

Treading
toward where?

Struggled
in vain battles

Fighting
delusive enemies

Erred by
a deception

The ancient deception


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Too Many Eyeballs Staring at Me

I beat back the shadows all day long for I know now the right from wrong a master student rightfully so this light disciple expects to know the way of a broken soldier when the load is too much to shoulder the back gives in from all the weight am I'm left sitting in that familiar dark place I greet the doorman who lets me in shake his hand with a familiar grin I know his presence will bring much laughter after all the darkness knows whats the matter a well known tango to a fiery soul I've been this way enough to let it go I step over my body when it's had enough sometimes I feel doomed but it's just bad luck I'm bad as **** I know how to be skating on a line I drew up for me can't relive yesterday's dreams nothing I tell you just what it seems Too many people too many freaks too many eyeballs staring at me staying under a halo I keep it simple its as though I've solved one more evasive riddle


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A Lost Act

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


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Aquarian Dream I-- The Rebellion

Centuries are unfolded Filled with corruption and lies Where's the change A tyrant has an iron hand But we are the diamonds We appear to be coal darken by ash But with so many years of pressure we became diamonds Ready to strike We are the vein cut open The red, working for the gold Deter the tyrant We can win, Rise up against the guards Fight for our voice Our suffering will not go on You'll know what it's like to purge from your sins So many years of pain So many lies gilded with hope So much death and decay This will not go unheard Deter the tyrant He'll know what it's like to cease to exit Fight for our voice Fight for our freedom There must be a way


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Good Friends

If you reach the gate before I do,
ask if you can bring a friend;
for eternity lasts a lifetime,
until you reach the end.
God himself can't cease the clock that sounds
our beloved chime.
Acute sublime;
an epic rhyme,
perpetual adieu. 
For You.


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Titanium

A Silver Fluidity, stronger than time Crystal shatters against me, in my prime I’m bulletproof, and echoes rebound Piercing ricochet’s, transmitting the sound I fell from Heaven, fast and strong Into a world, endangered by wrong I wasn’t a hero, just a moment of love A second chance for humanity, sent from above I’m a legend, a titan of Greek mythology The body of an Adonis, the dream of muscology I defend the greater good, and eliminate the hate My methods far from clean cut, they’re an ethical debate I was born Titanium, with a sword in hand I can manipulate thunder, with a wave of my hand I am Titanium, and the overlord is my enemy The creator of greed, money and the impecunious amenity


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Puff Puff

My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts
The pains ive felt slowly strip away
Anger replaced with a numbing flay
Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke
Sailing me to the land of hope
Worries washed away
For now this is how I will spend my day
Spralled out on the couch,
Joint in my mouth




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Karma Confusion

I'm in a state of karma confusion if I look stirred part of the illusion I'm in the middle of karma collection I make amends in karma correction It comes back times ten make your life spin it all spirals down and cycles again it breaks the strong and lifts the weak karma confusion is of what I speak Do you know where you stand will your debts be paid off in the end? will you have a good life or fill it with sin in dire need of karma correction ethics and morals for better or worse if the worse don't get better I feel karma cursed i feel I might burst into a big ball of fire until my heart finds its one true desire Happiness, truth, love and peace will I find these before I decease or will I turn green filled with envy for every whole person I dare wish to be I see it in me so I spur into action or the karma police will arrest me in fashion overflowing with passion and a hunger so deep karma is coming tenfold owed to me.


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With Thee, Watch Me Rise

I'm still here, for you
beat my fear, for you
all I did, for you
I'm still here

Fell on dark days 
now they're all I know
you came out of nowhere
like a miracle
broke me out of my stoney phase
you penetrate me like microwaves
slow at first, but a rolling tide
at the peak, I'm frozen in your eyes
snapped a photo in my mind
for then I knew, I'd found the find
of a lifetime
burned into me, an image of a warm embrace
as both our sorrow saturated your face
a single shiny, tiny tear
rolled peacefully astray
I remember your pain
as I wished it all upon me, 
yours faded away

This just the start, of a descending, trending madness
falling down the steps of enchantment
weightlessness makes me feel nauseous
I gracefully graze the collective unconscious
I know my own sweet bitter stream
exactly as designed, by me
I see my place, through tight closed eyes
I feel the fall of face
you were by me in your familiar place
there in the dark forgotten
marked time and space I call the bottom
its now autumn, hereafter fall
with you bound inside, I climb for all


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Dreamscape

To occupy
'tis the revenge of dreamscape
Atlantic fantasy ride, passengers
Reobserve to perceive again
Anew
Rainballs and mindscape features
jostle vision--time to spacewalk
Defining moments, momentous butterfly attacks
momentum of trains, movement and movement and movement and
Motions of Dreamscape

Jubilant, on top of bubbles
videomen or Hercules or whisky jar
rhyming millions of rose petals
memory games
To the capital city  golden doldrums
Cacophonous crescendos
why choose but to be absorbed
Gophers and chimes in Dreamscape

Have you ever dreamt of a champagne blizzard?
adrenaline precipitation
Hearts like bridges, covered
a drip upon the starboard
silent Glory, the three as one
divine--as if possible,
No, great illusion
White
Dreamscape


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The cynic and optimist

Every good thing must come to an end,
every day must give way to night.
Our lives are like grass one day here, 
the next gone: mown down.
Love fades away to a lonely grey,
everything we sow has gotta be reaped.
I am a speck of dust,
on a small rock, circling a medium fireball.
I am a rumour:
sometimes true, other times false,
a whisper a shout both short lived.
I am one average among many,
a dot on a page, the stray brush stroke on canvas.
When I hope it means I do not have,
but half expect to one day.
Peace if it lasts a day is a surprise:
it is the most fleeting of all these.
Fingers grasp my neck to choke the life out of me.
I am impotent to stop the slow death that will take the whole of me.

The cynic


All evil will have it's ending, 
tis said the darkest hour is before the dawn.
What we do in life echoes in eternity,
a short bright burning candle each one.
Out of despair love raises again from the ashes:
grace has paved my way of life.
I'm a grain of sand, crafted into a beautiful glass vase:
containing life and magnifying our star,
I am truth, and truth lasts forever,
I breathe and yell: there is love and love wins.
I am an amazing creation amongst so many wonders,
a master stroke of a classic composer.
When I have hope;
it is because I have been promised I will inherit.
Peace comes more and more the less I move away from the world,
as an outpouring of the plan.
Arms embrace my whole
and fill me with light.
I am important
and my core will live on when the shell has passed.

The optimist

Perception is important isn't it?...


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i am

                                                           Where stars colide
                                                            where worlds form
                                                              where water flows 
                                                               where nature grows
                                                                                                                                                                                                        where creatures dwell
                                                              where man sleeps
                                                               where child plays
                                                                where woman weeps
                                    
                                                             where there is war
                                                              where there is peace
                                                               where there is famine 
                                                                where there are feasts

                                                              where there is pleasure 
                                                               where there is pain
                                                                where there is pride
                                                                 where is shame

                                                              where there is heaven
                                                               where there is hell
                                                                where there is love
                                                                 where there is hate i am                          
                                                              
                                                                but before i 
                                                                there was only you
                                                                 always the one
                                                                  never the two.


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Another life "My old friends"

If it's true, and there's another life
That waits beyond our journey's end
I'll hold a place within my heart
And a rocking chair for my old friends
To sit beside a fire at night
And talk about, the stories of another time
Or dream about what might have been,
But either way I wouldn't change
The path that led to my old friends

And if there is another life
I'll wait for you with open arms
Beneath the moonlit sky at night
I'll reminisce and count the stars
Which never fails to take my breath
Each moment when I think of you
And know again I'll see your face
That shines within the summer sun 
Or glows within the winter moon

That's seen so many journeys end
With hopes of such a special place
Where friends are never left behind
And faces never fade away
Through time, if there's another life
Old friends would come
And there they'll stay
And bring another rocking chair
For those who pass this way

Kevin D. Fix


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Many of Things

Many of things I long for, desired nature
Dwells like the thick, I strive
Perfection, excellence, that is not me
Nor do I desire such of me
For those I surround, wishes none but what I will
Shall fall upon you I hope, 
dance with the stars,
Shape with the universe
Pull out of the wicked
Blade with the sword and cut, creator of pain
Father of fate
Touch feel taste sensations
Senses grip a harness
Hold onto what is real

Many of things I unto you, myself the same
Do what happiness compels you to, dive deep
Far if need be, past the shorelines of what is
Travel to what could be

Many of things I await, where to find the awaited?
Time laughs in my face across the road unknown
Chasing the ghostly destination of there. Where?
My thoughts? My goals? Places I wish to be?
No longer will I wait as I wage war against time

Many of things I think, decipher, analyze to set
Shuffle in the mix, showcase in order to cause
Nothing but a reaction of judgement
Let me learn from your teachings of opinion
Another voice, another word travels, caught in the air
A song
Of knowledge and enlightenment
Listen to the wind

Many of things I look at
Love, cities, day, terror, people, events
More detail though of the passionate, complex, intricate
Upcoming, never the past, bring only forth
Seeing is believing pushing truth with experience
I see, I know
I determine for myself




Many of things I give, take, receive
Give insight to those shaded beneath our time
Open the minds locked
With the strength of Cerberus breaking down the wall
I spark, giving tradition to all
All those in celebration, overwhelmed
By the light in which I take flight
With your state of mind mentality
Allowing freedom of discovery
I take with consideration, all aspect I take to reflect
Upon then regurgitate back to the world
Like a sparrow feeding her young
Food for thought
Appetite for ideas

Many of things I distinguish, pry from the wheel
The axle, that holds together the whole
Separate the red from the blue anew, brand of
Independence titled that of which it is
Surely must differentiate from hue of green
Standing alone seeing clearly now


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Redemption (cont.)

I’ve been good, I’ve been bad
Both Holy and Evil
-- I am man –
An angel in denial
My life I have defiled
The road to redemption
I will end, still on trial
Not for my sins
But for those who still sin
For those who still hold an opinion
Where mine could have made theirs different

I must speak to those who seek
“The meaning of life is to give life meaning”
Careful of your choices, life can be deceiving
Do not stray left, do not stray right
Go straight ahead and you will find
Everlasting life --- if you choose to subdue
To a miraculous find, the spirit within you
Waiting for the moment
To come out to the open
Knowledge can be ignorance
If you don’t know these words being spoken
Now….have you chosen
The order of sequence
On the knowledge you now take in?
Or are you still confused
Living for tomorrow on yesterdays news
Are you like the rest of the fools?
Or are you better. Better than no other
Suffocate you with the truth
I leave you smothered.
Make peace with yourself
Your mother, father, sister and brother

Can you conceive the “things of” that I speak?
Or are they just a memory in a dream
And you wake up not remembering
-- Feel the sting? –
The sting of knowing your soul could be burning
-- Ready to sing? –
Rejoice in the choice that your life is still promising
“To be or not to be…”
Truly is the key
Continue on with your life and we shall see ---

-- Boz –


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Perl Strand

Uninvited  sin  a sip  of  sand. 
Wish to be  a  perl  in a strand.
Washed  in many streams becoming a  jewel.

Cought in known rules  escape  its steady selection.
Offered dreams as choice of decision simply ignored.
Passed  its  passage  applouse circumstances   wasted.

Washed  in many streams  to  be born  as  adoring  jewel.
Cought in known rules  despare  to escape  becoming  crown.
Passed  its  passage  circumstances disposed  itself.

Cought   in   steps   redressing the liberty  of crown.
Judged  its  claim  to waive   the beauty  dissepair in future .
Cursed  in  each play  still happy  to make a   perl strand.


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Leave in pieces

Leave in pieces 
Fly to unknown 
Day to day shock
Once I thought
Solved in one 

Leave in pieces 
Fly to be free as equal
In eyes of  justice pain
Making in piece learn
Sky rainig stars in one piece


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Unabiding Ritualistic Radiation

A ritual born as radiance toils straight forth from my center eye threatening to overshadow everything that you are like a bad cancer that takes life from afar that takes back what was never given and return what was never there as a sign you truly care if not now when, how and where? I can't feel back very long I can't send back what went wrong I can't sense that in a fog that's encircling so many pawns A blue baby is always sad just maybe there's more to that his happy gland broken, he hopes it back pick up the pieces then glue them intact I am more than a maybe but less than a yes more better than average yet far from best at least not the worst its reserved for a time when I give up trying and pay all an unpaid mind A care these days is hard to give a bad decision is hard well lived a stare unknowing to spark a burst that sets off a chain into random verse that starts a seance of heavy chanting until blood and sweat build from heavy panting I'm alive, survived where others fell went in and came out of the wishing well with more than just a fist of pennies I let loose a wish so pretty it will radiate now for years to come why do I wait forever when twenty eight years have come and gone?


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Adulteress's missing thread

missing threads
----------------
She looks outside. The pale moonlight has fallen across the tributary, illusory moonshine,
like an intimate emission, now that the urgency is gone, meaningless. 
She looks inside. The sprawled bed sheet of flesh shines in luminous darkness which she
thinks she is. 
Remember the worth and compare with leaving behind the cords, one son and a lethargic
clergy who divides his self between interpreting the God and being her husband. 
She remembers the cats, the weekend cooking classes and small garden of oriental roses.
The pale moon is always hiding behind the clouds when you need it. The clarity is a burnt
out butt of the cigarette learning to jump overboard. She waves away the smoke. She looks,
once more, inside and outside.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Mine Youth of Dreams

Mine Youth of Dreams

By John Evans

Poetry that changed my heart –

Words of a metaphorical new start,

To swim thy depths of a thirsty soul,

And find thy spirit, now of whole.

Inebriated by mine childhood stare,

Of a Piney scent from a light summer air,

Though risk thy nights of a bitter cold,

Thy foreign lands share what’s told;

A forest lake of starry dreams,

Tell me more of thy long, sap filled and tallest trees –

Thy heavens are with every meadow breeze,

And with thy start from thy new dawn of man,

Hints of every query sent forth to make a stand,

Amongst thy great cathedrals of thy woods,

My God, my God, to stand naked before thee of earth and stone,

To give you thanks and praise, a child of nature, quite not alone;

For in this giving you know mine good,

And through Thy giving I knew Thou would!


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Yazamam

Yazaman kendimi  sana
Omrun hayatim  feslegenim
Cananin kardesim nefesim umidim

Yazamam acim buyuk
Ay dogmus  yansir yildizlar
Nefesi tutusur  hasatinda  ruyalar

Yazamam nefesim hayatim
Hasredim  sevdam  nefesim
Basak tarlasi  umidim

Yuruyelim  canan yazdikca kendimizi
Yureyelim gune canan evrenin  gizemine
Umid  yar  tane Yar sevda  merhem


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Cerulean Odyssey One, 17-20

17

the narrow path took a sudden turn
I pushed the main sail west
where tiny tugs push giant timbers
portside down shivering rivers
to the end of broken islands
and ravens who fall asleep
no more stealing noon day’s sun
havoc on the steel grey highway
I asked where to my friend
listen to the voice I pondered
every thought I overheard
across a midnight madness ocean
do not pay till two thousand five
among the smouldering fires
of rusted vacant castles
beached below a popular tide
of sentimental sediment
a land far away but not forgotten

18

red and white blue brickyard
mason masterpiece in gold
spires bold and towers clapping
to a moon swept melody above
tiny dots in tiny places
windmill arms are waving
watery graves say hello
to friend and stranger wandering
cloudy motives squandering
on orange day parades
the ripped off royal banner
every man’s soiled linen cover
red light sin of the fathers
mothers cry for daughters lost
my home and land of natives
took my childhood away

19

stand up I push some reason
speak the voice of knowledge soon
wisdom cries in pain
for the ears of man are suffering
silence drives his soul insane
paint the gesture gently
or scratch the surface mean
secret streams of unknown lovers
writing dusty letters in the sands
of time worn airborne trials
hastily drawn across a window
to hide the gossip eyes that stare
for want of intelligent care
pollute the shallow pools of laughter
the trough lies naked bare
I am only passing through I beckon
reckon hands might hold my voice
interrupt the bar code worship
tempting endless feast of fools

20

second hand books in second hand stores
recycled commentary on ages past
dead to weary travelers
who need to know what lies ahead
on the sweating stars in their bed
leave the portholes open
winds of doctrine blowing through
cleanse the green paved pastures
prepare a table in the wilderness
spirit river flowing mercy
feet that dance in tidal pools
harvest endless nights of joy
listen carefully to the evening minstrel
a song to carry me through
before I turn back again
to push the main sail east


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In one piece all respect

Not so easy shading the skin
We all rose in dirt in silence 
All against the wall as we’d rose
As thought in living condescended
In earth to roll its spine in shine
As many dreams as blown by ruler
As many voices  rose  washed  shores
As sounds echo to wall raise our voices
Rains in mussons stops melting ice 
In balance seek in love as drop the ruler
Gathered all in one piece in respect to live


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Collaborating in the clouds- Gods Hold

If Gods favorite hero suddenly became cold,
   Lonely, disoriented, unhappy with sorrows untold,
   Would it be of interest in Heaven? Concerns of man,
   Would our saviors come to Earth to be born again?

God would send out his best hands to hold,
   Would he set backwards time to where all heroes spirits were sold.

If only our love could behold
   Lined with twine of silver wrapped in gold
   Gifts to to God to wash our sin
   Equipped pillars stories told

Thoughts about God mirrors my pen


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An evening down

Like an earthly stubble:
the grass tickles my palms
as we lazily lay.
Joy
is my strange companion,
as the sun slips
behind the hill;
waving
a bye to the day.
A gentle breath
seduces the skin,
as in a tree
a dove sounds
a mellow coo.

My restless mind
is awed into quiet,
as my mind's eye
turns longingly
upon you.
All those little lies
that whisper:
"unworthy" 
turn to dust before your passion stare.
The lazy lean
of a young tree
reminds me,
that all about
has little to worry
and needs not care.

Once forgotten summers
return:
in a single beat; 
my heart
athlete
as our favourites play along,
lazily leading.
Basking in fruit's glory
of furrows filled
with labours past.
A blast!
the earth gives up
it's bounty bleeding.

We walk in smiles
with Him,
who is all to us.
Redeeming our joy
from prisons dread.
Released
our heart's peace breathing,
as forgotten
love lorn paths
we silently tread.

In this moment:
at this time,
all is dream.
All else seems pretty pantomime.
Naked in every way:
my soul, 
mind
and body.
Shoddy 
the idea of limit to this time.

As the moon
silently silver, 
a sliver of a smiling face,
winking takes it turn.
Sun dips
into landscape beyond 
to bleach new skin,
sights and times to burn.


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Free will

So as I watch life turn to ash
Burn down to dust before my eyes
I walk away, into the past
Too torn to give up two more times

The forest is so beautiful
These leaves so vibrant, scarred with fire
Sunset hues of summer's fall
Scorch my soul with true desire

Silence sleeps beneath my step
As I wander 'mongst the trees
Lost to time and circumstance
Gone within the flame of leaves

Here lies beauty. Here lies peace
Inside the silence of the night
Here lie secrets, softly spread
Beneath the murmurings of light

All is ash, as all is dust
As all life fades with dying days
Here I lie, and here I'll sleep
Beneath the stars, my soul's true deep
And as my eyes slip down to stay forever
Voices, 'mongst the leaves
Between the breeze
I hear them say
"It's better
   To burn out than fade away"


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Thought Bank

            

                   We jump off the delirious thoughts into measured wisdom
                 Big huge chains of thought and mists of dream boat invention
                                  While out on leave from the present day
                                  The world turns another inch in your favor
             Misty morning metal armor, the dream bent on delivering the goods
                                 Trying to peel the outer layer of a person
                              Trimming the infested material born drumbeat
                           Hey man it's one more time and I'll be on my way
                      Back to the brilliant splash of molten storybook teamwork

                                              Jeffrey Bovee 01/11/2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Cerulean Odyssey One, 13-16

13

bayside rumours of war
and flowers blossoming thirst
for sacrificial blood
cut my weeping heart out
ensure another flawless sunrise
confusion moments of despair
deceived beyond deception
their laboured cry heard no more
my voice remains
slower traffic keep right
my fist a burning piston
line upon line
precept upon precept

14

skies clear the flotsam rainclouds
suns shine on golden rivers
flooded roadways stagger forward
too much gain
after so much pain
justice limits speed at eighty
curtains of spray chase my tires
can anyone hear my song
of desolate seclusion
sanctuary studio walls witness
a lament for what went wrong
do not beat the eardrum primal
close the door to tears
tombs of unknown children
guardians of more broken dreams

15

the wind has fallen asleep
fanny bay comox valley green
redemption mountains
like a steel collar
on my brain
wood fires sweet aroma
put the burden down
to hold the hand of forgiveness
on a diamond ready gown
her with many crowns
gifts from heaven’s giver
father of the fatherless to all
who hear my voice mail call
come home to love’s oasis
in the valley of dry bones
turn around my dearest friend
do not look back
next week another leg of journey
on wounded knee I bow

16

you make my heart sing
truck stop chorus on a weary road
birds that pray for laughter
chatter well into the night
your peace child offers gently
to hold my horn of plenty
sometimes empty rivers well spring flow
and lay my head to rest
on your love eternal breast
drink deep the sounds of grace
I hold your candle burning
in the night time of my fears
to dream a while before the morning
to resume my long distance kingdom voyage
of these anointed chosen years


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Past Participle

Life is the presence of death, but once you’re gone there is nothing left for you in the future so you live in the past. For those of us who dwell on past mistakes we become death. Time is friendly if you let it be, but don’t make it your enemy. If you go too far ahead you may become blind. Now you have become the past lost in time. It is best to take each and every breath one moment at a time. No one ever really dies; there flesh just becomes energy in our world of thought. This situation makes our future visit our past


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Who we become

I'm a poet of life, so read if you 
dare. But let me forewarn you, 
you're in for a scare. 
   For I don't see life, for the 
light it portrays. I see life in the 
dark, and the lives it betrays. 
   In the shadows lurk demons, 
and creatures so cold. Their 
deeds have been hidden, their 
stories untold. 
   They work with great force, 
tearing out heart and soul. 
Once they've torn you apart, 
you become a dark hole. 
   Choking the world, deep 
down in your chamber. Pulling 
lives in, to drown in your anger. 
   I'll show you the depths, of 
your hurt and your sorrow. And 
drown out all hopes, for a 
better tomorrow. 
   Cause this world isn't 
rainbows, sunshine and 
butterflies. It's cruelty and 
beasts, darkness and lies. 
   So continue the path, that 
you're so blindly walking. For 
ignorance is bliss, and there's 
no use in gawking. 
   But once at the end, of your 
sick twisted trail. You'll find 
you've grown weak, corrupted 
and frail. 
   And then in that moment, 
you're mine for the taking. As 
fear settles in, your bones 
begin shaking. 
   I'll show you no mercy, for 
my heart's cold and gritty. 
Though caring and kind, I'm 
void of all pity. 
   I've grown harsh and 
abrasive, in the years that have 
past. And do all that I can, to 
ensure I laugh last. 
   I won't let this world, bring 
me down to its level. I'll never 
succumb, or give in to the 
Devil. 
   Corruption surrounds me, I 
walk a thin line. Between 
righteous and evil, but I'm 
doing just fine. 
   I hold strong to my faith, as I 
punish the wicked. I unleash all 
my anger, on the damned and 
convicted. 
   In these dark times it is hard, 
to define what is right. But my 
only intention, is to fight the 
good fight. 
   It's not that I want, to send 
others to hell. I just want to 
ensure, that our future sits 
well. 
   So my hands stained with 
blood, drag me through each 
cold day. And my boots caked 
with mud, stomp them down, 
where they lay. 
   While they gaze up upon me, 
as their heart slowly dies. I sit 
patiently waiting, 'til the light 
leaves their eyes. 
   Then I assure them, that 
they'll soon find their place. If 
God grants them mercy, they'll 
be saved by grace. 
   For this life my dear friends, 
is a gauntlet we run. And we're 
all lost and roaming, beneath 
the great sun. 
   But remember that God, 
cares not what you've done. So 
long as good deeds, shape who 
you become...


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I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Truth Be Told

 
Tonight I am here for the truth to be told for I am one to be so bold, Tired of seeing all those judging of this I am not budging, I go through this life of mine watching how others think things are so fine, Whether it's skin tone, sexuality or religion people tend not to move not even a smidgen, I am on a rhyming spree to speak about what it is I do so see, There are those who feel they are right but are they following the brightest light, On aspect of skin tone I'm only voicing what is so needed to be known, People see some specific modes it's their minds that fully explodes, Just because someone does something wrong doesn't make a voice so strong, Many do things that aren't ok but do you judge on that I think nay, It's the person that makes things so clear but most only follow their own driven fear, We need to see what is so true something along the lines of how the ocean is so blue, I'm laughing on how many think this is coming to an end but there is a message I wish to send, To think that this is only the beginning but feeling it's your mind I got spinning, On the next note I go with sexuality going forth to twist your mentality, We live our lives with so many choices but of mind or heart are you listening to voices, Lots choose the path they feel so well but many go forth with the past on which they do so dwell, We so live in a new time frame where so many are truly lame, They consider things to be so weird but who is it they truly seared, All have the right of their path but most have trouble with the math, You need not scorn what is needed what is there is completely heeded, You have the right to live a life not worrying about a multiple strife, Living a thing that does so not sting, A right many need to understand a way that is forever planned, You need to see that all are pure but most do not see the ultimate lure, There is a way many do not have within view what do you truly think is so due, On the biggest of all it's religion that has the highest wall, Many think they are on the right path but who is it that feels the most wrath, All feel their choice is most secure are you one who is completly sure, There are multiple ways and all have specific end days, Question is do you think things are within grasp if so what is it you truly wish to clasp, There is so much that causes such emotion but who is it that has a truest of notion, We all have what is real and full what is needed to give you that pull


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Best I Can Do

My soul may be captured, or even maybe raptured.
What I know is that I have lived the best I can do.
My soul may be pleased or maybe it will be teased.
Though, I still have made an effort to be humble,
Will my spirit be tortured or be blessed in an orchard.
I honestly will never know, till bidding this world adieu.
Within life, we are on tour, and no one is pure.
I will continue, on my track, until my last tumble.



written for
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 
Contest Name The Rhyme Inside 


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Quote My Quota

They call me G.I.
because I fly higher
than the government's interest
on a debt so national 
you can't bear to witness
am I too sleek yet?
does my face not shine
do you not wish
you could touch the sky
too?

I am beyond you
let me calm back down 
before I become my own idol
yeah, I went to flight school
back in the day
now my roots so grounded 
I can let them uproot and hang
from time to time
polish my face
with a little grime
I don't mind shining 
with the homeless
I don't find much shelter
in the ones that own such
little self value
they trash all around
where am I nowadays?
so far out there, never found


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Reverie - part II -

Than a ghostly whip touched my back, it was the head,
Which dragged me down here. Thinking nothing, I fled.
At least I tried, but was caught in it’s domain, it’s lair,
It was non other than Lucifer, in human form, but no hair,
Just the two horns on his bald head, with a whip in his hand
He pointed at me, but what he said, I couldn’t understand,
I just stood there, and if I wouldn’t have been dead, I would
Die over and over until the end of time, oh, if only I could.
His face as a monster’s, skin burned and rotten, his teeth
As a shark’s with his snake eyes pushing me down a cliff.
The falling sensation was so familiar, but what awaited me
Wasn’t a good sight for my eyes, and I still couldn’t flee.
A ring is where he brought me, to fight for some reason,
He said, if I would win, he’d grant me my freedom.
This I could understand, actually didn’t wonder why I
Couldn’t cognize him before. He kept staring with his eye,
That when light came down, and the dark sky opened.
The devil tried to cut off my head, but I found myself lifted
By the one angel sent to lure me. A gazed at her face, at 
Her wings, at her grace, didn’t even feel the cut on my hand.

Speechless I remained while she raised me,
From the realm of the damned, and while we
Floated towards the light, I couldn’t really 
Think about this being just dream or reality.
Approaching my room, her name I asked.
She smiled at me, and slowly she whispered.
Then suddenly I woke up relaxed and peaceful
As I always am, calm, composed, serene, cool.
Never thinking, that I could have been so far,
But then I looked at my hands… 
		 - It was the devilish scar- 


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As a moth to flame

Like the dust upon a moths wing:
our thoughts of good before love.
Love:
that fabled flame draws
our fragile wings and soft belly, 
to burn in passion flash.
The feelers we've followed unerringly
melting first
before the all powerful onslaught.

We come out:
unknowing before,
as gold gilded eagles.
Soaring high on joy's thermal.
Lifted far above the world
and it's calamities 
but we perceive all.
And guide those
still mired
in the clay of their creation.
Our feathers glint in the sun:
as a wink from the son.
The wings
of our new abodes
only tiring when heart has it's fill.
A razor like beak now leads:
cutting between flesh and bone,
the blood red earth,
and it's heart of stone.


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Morior

The moonlight seemed a shadow
As he closed his eyes
Remembering perfection
Thinking of the beauty of the stars
That he had never seen
Reflected in the endless seas
Tide over tide
Washing away
The imperfection
Of his eyes

Words
That fell from dew-dropped lips
Like prisms of reality
So clear, diffracting meaning
Into infinite aesthetic

Inside
He still remembers
What he wanted so much then to say
That fateful time
When morning never came
When life gave way
And mirrors in the moonlight
Left his sight yearning for something more
Than silver stares
Bittersweet years
And tears of self-reflection

Into the skies
He speaks the words
That he before had never heard

"O most beautiful, sweet angel of my soul
Seducer into nothingness
A fire amongst the cold of my existence
Endless mirror
Perfect meaning

As I look into your soul
I cannot help but drown

As I feel into your soul
I cannot help but become terrified
As dark Narcissus, staring into his own eyes
Subsumed into the infinite
I find such beauty in this one becoming
Going under

You gave unto my sight
The shadows of the night
You held my breath beneath the wave-crests of your crystal soul

Anew
I rose
From 'neath the sea
Between the shards of broken glass
In fire and ash
I rose
Anew

But you
You made it so real
That I cannot feel you
Anymore"

One single tear diffracts the light
And shatters into ash and flame

In sunrise
Before darkest skies
In open eyes
He sees the stars
He tried so hard
    To find


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Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great

O Babylon the Great , have you yet seen your fate
that you will not enter beyond Ghenna's gate
with many voices you have scattered
all the truth that really mattered
knowledge is disguised , hidden by your lies
The web you weave to decieve
destroys all those who would believe
Century's old and centuries past
in your grip you have held fast
all the minds of those who live
who their hearts to Love would give
You have turned the truth to ritual
and idols carved with which to fool
all the Masses of the land, with your deathly grasp in hand
All your pomp and your pretense
will be revealed and shortly hence
All will look upon your corpse
naked and stripped , they'll you divorce
and when all look away, what upon their minds will stay
You have left their hearts berift
with so little thinking left
Will a thirst for truth be born
or will their short lived lives be torn
When the winds of change do blow
and they do with trembling show
that all their lives in ignorance , left without their sentience
the wicked guide has left them blind
without Love in heart and mind
the fire of Ghenna reserved for you
and things you taught clearly not true
mankind will look upon your grave
where will they look their souls to save
Babylon the Great has spread her web
The Queen of Harlots will soon be dead
God will pour out the wine of his wrath
for all the innocents you've slain on your path
Thousands of years of torture you've sown
and only through that has your membership grown
Jah will strip you of your gown
will burn with fire your filthy town
The nations will look upon you in wonder
the abundance of your riches they will plunder
Flee from her skirts you lovers of Truth
Jah will empty her coffers and to ashes reduce
 
sources Apocalypse 17 & 18
 
for soon now the World Empire of False
Religion will receive her destruction
flee from her all you lovers of the Truth

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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It Is Written Chapter One Verses Six To Nine

Agriculture now became widespread,
and meant that many more could be fed,
much time for many was now freed,
so towns grew larger, and so the need,
for new things that now could be made,
so with food surplus, came growth in trade,
as goods manufacture added worth,
sold to townsfolk who did not till the earth.

As trading increased with other tribes,
there grew a need for new ways to inscribe,
the dealings that took place each day,
to make sure buyers did the sellers pay.
This led to development from pictorial depiction,
to the earliest forms of inscription,
stone and clay tablets were at first employed,
and the new middle classes now enjoyed,
the great advances these changes brought,
as written language could now be taught.

Then tribal history, once passed paternally,
could now be written, and shared with all, eternally,
and legends from the peoples darkest past,
could be written in stone or clay, to last,
down through the ages they could now be read,
long after the ones who wrote these words, were dead.

This has meant that in our so called modern times,
we have seen the commission of unspeakable crimes,
because generations of 'scholars'have read ancient scrolls,
and accepted as literal truth, what there unfolds,
instead of understanding these often called 'glories',
are merely the retelling of tribal camp fire stories.


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Cerulean Odyssey Four 24

breathing deep a draught of morning
close the door on night time pain
a sun that rises with more healing
than a week of trading blue chip gain
hold me tighter as you did before
soak my ears in welcome laughter
let me see you virgin youth again
che sta che di de itty me ya
vengeance is a way of grieving
loss of limbs to wage a war too real
ideals the merchants of illusion
I seem to hang around inertia much
not a lot of travel for Cerulean
many are the stops of introspection
resurrection every day of hope
I slide from safety’s chilling harbour
miria is ti ammana te yara
don’t give in to melancholy babies
reach for dreams of springtime wins
I am persuaded by the steady rhythm
of a diesel engine song
soon I’ll have my coffee and a muffin
drawing faces to escape the rain
innia dandara bacha mines ta ro
streaming scheming steaming
let them go to places without water
quench your thirst from Rachel’s river
break the arrows of a passionate regret
better days of understanding lie ahead


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Titantic Life

we're all just dancing on the deck of our own Titantic
 
some about to swim in the Pacific
 
others about to drown in the Atlantic
 
some staring up into the sky
 
thinking how tiny the world is
 
others thinking it's gigantic
 
some of us are running for our lives
 
some are saving our children and wives
 
some are rearranging the chairs
 
some are walking elegantly down the stairs
 
some are playing a beautiful tune
 
some are staring up at the beautiful moon
 
some are looking down below
 
some are climbing into lifeboats and beginning to row
 
some are worrying about what will be
 
some are grateful for what once was
 
some are praying
 
while others are playing
 
many are crying
 
as others are cheating and lying
 
a few are treasuring the beautiful view
 
staring at the beauty inside of me and you
 
ready for a new life and ready to start anew


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The American Legend

Soaring high, as the American's eagle pride higher now than ever before once more, elevated nearly every last peak how to mistreat the meek, weak unguided son why can't you offer unrequited love to everyone? oh, lord save me I cannot escape the agents that take hold of me, they surround me... So I levitate up and unbounded seems I've once again found it an escape, from an uneasy paradise This burst explosion A never ending love-peace energy welling up inside me like an underwater atom bomb forever and ever I shall go on accordingly unknown An art recession? let me make a correction this boy's a legend from birth on up banging hard breaking his way through the wall life can sometimes often throw up come crashing hard on the ground I wake knowing the feeling to lose everything except from what I learned from well known legends who made the wings I fly high on


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Sam, I am

If I had a secret that I wanted to share with you Dare you open your mind and let my creativity ensue? I don’t build bridges with bricks, I hang them with rope I can generate your fantasies and incubate your hope Open the pages of my mind, reading the fiery words of my heart Enter Pandora’s Box, and the epic journey will start! Follow me down south, through the mirror of liquid glass You’ll feel the calmness take over and watch the fear pass What a wonderful feeling, letting your inhibitions go into the night Now step forward onto the phoenix, as you drift into the light This journey isn’t everlasting, you know that it comes with a price? What? Did you think it was free? wouldn't that have been nice Open your eyes from delusion, and friend you will piece things together My name is Sam, Satan or The devil, that’s how I'll been known as forever! OK, so I tricked you, with my words and devilish charm What were you expecting? I’m frigging Satan dude, my job is sadistic harm! You look at me with those puppy dog eyes, you realise you've lost all of your family ties My head tells me to give you a second chance, double or quits is where my desire lies Do you accept the new twist, on my board game that is your life? I’ll take that hesitant nod as a yes, and commence this game of strife Give me the name of a family member and they can take your place However I will warn you, if you can’t then I win this twisted race No! You scream, and that’s your final answer which I’ll have to take Now I own not only your soul, but your families when they next shall wake He took my hand and promised peace for my sisters and brothers Now I’ve gambled with the devil and he owns my beloved others The deal is now done and a fiery rain begins to fall Burning me down to ash, disintegrating my world and all


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The Journey to Tomorrow

They said the sun would always, rise up when it has set yet, the shadows of the night just seem to grow. My footprints keep on writing, they tell the tale that’s passing, but the storyline just seems to flow. They said the journey was safe, I lace my way through danger, this was not the way it was meant to go. I worked my way through forests, climbing up the hills of Dante, and my inferno was the snow. Suddenly the snow was melting, spreading out to a horizon, the valley of the flowers began to glow. Behind I heard the screaming, in front I saw the colours, my final choice was which way to go.....


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WHEN MEN VANQUISH MEN

Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and 
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace prevails perpetually,
Only then is the white flag raised high...

The ungarroted hearts of their unslayed passion write to fill blank pages,
The illusion of unspoken reflections tied with a yearning voice of freedom,
Unfolds a dream the tides of good will bring for the world beyond the laws of man,
While women bequest everlasting oaths and ode to the indestructible love of their
children,
Only then we are at peace just as grass fields flow with the wind...

The question of existence becomes certain on the facade of subterfuge and 
revenues of the hopeless,
Contumacious kings must configure and confide the paths of their people to 
protect and preserve,
Upon our eyes all exempt from the darkness of night, the day decides laud shall 
lead us on,
The night comes to give us rest and time to appreciate of what is now and what 
has been,
Only then to wake, rise, and see the morning sigh is the dream which has come
true...


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Redemption

Are there any prophets left?
In this day and age
Do we have a sage?
What happened to the rest?
-- Hunted as bait and slain --
Now no one wants to step up to the plate

A prophet of a modern day
Here in year 2008
Persecute or crucify
People of this world I’m not afraid to die
-- Die for a cause –
Better than with no purpose at all!
Now let us pause on that “cause”…..
..The prophets of today are afraid
Afraid to be slain
Like all the others since the beginning
Will they speak up? I’m afraid not
You see, secretly, they tell me
Shut up fool or you will be
Number one-hundred
And thirty-three
Then so be it! I will not quit!
Whether I pick up a gun
Or pick up this pen
It will be you recognizing your life’s end

I am with the Rising Son
Penance you will begin
Or suffer a death ever so grim
 A lesson learned through experience
-- Blinded before I could see –
Why me, oh God, why me?!
Why must I suffer? What’s it going to be?
This is no protest
For your decision I humbly accept
But allow me if I may, I do confess,
I’ve suffered more than most of the rest.
My reward lies in “heaven”
How I live determines how I get it:
I prefer heaven on earth
With the love of a woman


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Be Sane


All that we retain
We must maintain
So we should refrain
From the inane
So we can sustain
And remain
Without blame
   



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A fine day

Confusing discussions a time to kill going nowhere.
Lost its voice in a deep fog share shimmering dark of sadness. 
Became a crew to howl beneath to seize your depressed share.
Relative to its reality way of fine tuning colors in multiple rays. 
In respect to flying  particles works being the part of other self.

Upon a judgment a cloud will not vanish in drops of rain seamless.
Challenge refined rules holding against opportunities 
As being  happy with own self.
Sanctuary thought our salvage aims multiple paths join with hazing braise.
Greet runs winding labyrinth disclosing own rules as one of our self.
Graciously admit your name in drawings in vote of a fine day excerpt.


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Candlelight

Stars are made of
Heavenly fire.

Twinkling in the night;
They fall and die
And are re-lit (reborn).

The stars and our souls
Are celestial flames,
Which are used by He.

Our lives and deaths
Form the candlelight...

Warmth disappears
As spirits flee
To other candles.

All of the galaxies
Are filled with dying
And rebirthing stars.

And the Heavens
Have many candlelights
Blazing bright.


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Conspired

I've grown so Tired of Man's Obsession;
Power, Lust and Greed are Humanities Recession.
We hear of plans for a New World Order,
But it's just an Excuse to build more borders;
For blocking out The Heartfelt, Peaceful People-
To construct more Shopping Malls, Fast Food Chains and Religious Steeples.

They think of Themselves as Powerful and Elite,
But They're just like Us: Flesh-Covered, Breathing Anatomical Meat. 
The Rich control Politicians through Media, blocking out The Spirit World;
Simply because They've grown so compulsively bored-
Of Their Expensive Cars and Underground Pools;
Lavish Homes and Heirs that drool.
With Their Tax-Cuts They control Everything,
Including the Radio Hits Our Children sing.

Our Eyes and Minds need to be Open:
To See the Image They want to finish..
Together We can All decide if that's Truly what WE wish.



Written By:
Emma Lea Mills
02/04/2012


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life defined

I  have so many wounds that there is no way they can ever be healed. 
The kindest of hearts, I have turned them against me-
 running from and distrusting their intentions. 
I have hurt a lot of innocent souls that deserved so much more love and sacrifice.
 My heart screams for compassion as my diseased brain confuses 
my thoughts into a foggy web of unnatural feelings and unfounded sadness.
 The meaning of my pain and frustration hidden in words no human can translate. 
Where is the peace promised through love that exists only by voices from the past?
 What is truth but not a whisper of perception?
 Tears fail to sooth my weary spirit as it screams to escape a hell of battered flesh. 
Fear drags me into darkness and into crevasses that deepen
 each moment of every hour as I await my inevitable demise.
 The meaning of life may not be as elusive as pondered.
 Death is the destination therefore life must be the adventure,
 the trip from death to death.
 Before we live we are dead so death is our beginning and our end. 
Life is death in waiting.


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Contributing toThe Story

when I was a child I played on a baseball  team
and my name on my jersey to me was my greatest dream
but as an adult I have now come to realize
that my name on anything is to God not a prize
your name is not that important when it comes to true glory
what is important is have you contributed to God's story?

at the house of Simon the Leaper a woman of little means
made a contribution to Jesus for Him she did a good thing
however in the story it never mentions her name
but her act of kindness in the Bible will forever remain

so what have you done to in your life to be remembered ?
what have you contributed as a card carrying Christian member ?
don't be like Michael Vick who won't be remembered for his football fame
nor Eliot Spitzer a former governor where scandal is now attached to their names
what have you done to edify our Savior the Lord Jesus Christ ?
what to His Story have you contributed in your life ?

she anointed Jesus with an expensive flask of fragrant nard
an unselfish gesture towards the One she held in highest regards
the crowd became indignant with her expressive display
until Jesus instructed them to let her alone that day
a contribution to The Story she had done
a noble act towards God's only begotten Son

what have you done to contribute to Jesus' story ?
what have you done to give Him honor and glory ?
to go beyond yourself and to give back to Christ
to make a significant and important sacrifice
she anointed Him with oil in preparation for the time
when we would no longer have Jesus, the root of life's vine
she gave all she had she blessed Him with that costly nard
she gave all she had and she gave it from the heart
she contributed to The Story for in Him she truly believed
and her act of kindness will forever be received

so what have you done to give God glory ?
what have you done to add to The Story ?
have you made any gestures to help your fellow man ?
a random act of kindness or lent a helping hand
have you gone out of your way to lift up anyone ?
what  for the greater good of mankind have you done ?
have you ever reach out and pulled someone along ?
have you ever tried to make right a wrong ?
have you ever made an unselfish gesture, deed or act ?
have you ever prayed for those under spiritual attack ?
what have you contributed to God's continuous story ?
what have you done to give Him honor and glory ?
as only what you do for Christ will last and endure
what have you done to be remembered forevermore ?





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Dreams saved in nest

Let’s celebrate dreams saved in nest
Flowing itself as one piece history blessed 
Lavishly making dreams scent in despaired
Jasmines winds hold to realm dreams one piece
Unfolded currents lands meet sea in rising voice
Behold as all in making emancipation of one piece


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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M.P.F.

Many good memories darken
As the shadows of loneliness and inner pain settle in.
Repeatful mistakes coming along with revolutionary lessons,
Increasing inner strength each day.
Secretly crying in the night,
Simply killing the sadness in pure daylight,
Aspiring to be an amazing inspiration to all nations.

Planning constantly,
Always achieving all she can.
Interpreteting her dreams and sign,
Gaining as much knowledge and wisdom as she can,
Elevating to the next level.

Flaming strong spirit, so warm,
Accumulating fiery soul,
Rushing through the cold.
Innerly fighting, courageously,
Eagerly hoping all her struggling will be worth it.
She will never officially give up...


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Lessons taught

Long ago on rolling hills
And endless plains
Stood men who fought
For a cause beyond common understanding
Bound together by integrity
They persevered 
When odds gave no chance
Led by a man
Whose name was always half whispered
They made a vow
From that day forth
To stand as one
For in so doing
They found the strength
Lost on thousands
And won the day
Freedom they earned
From the blood they sacrificed
In defending a land
Not all their own
Thus were legends made
Respect of generations earned
Handed down from father to son
Mother to daughter
For all to hear 
How strength is found
When standing as one
Throughout history
From the example made
Nations have been born
To see freedom reign
Overcoming such odds
That would defeat weaker men
All brought forth long ago
On rolling hills and endless plains
In the lessons taught
By men who stood as one and persevered
For a cause far beyond
Common understanding of mortal men


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Bright Blue Electricity

Bright blue electricity,
So beautiful those lights.
Shining starlight so lovely to gaze upon
When they ignite inside the cosmos.

Walk, walk in the moonlight,
Calming insight as it attracts my sense of sight.
Who knew I'd feel so free
In living my life with spirited might.

One kiss unto me.
My heart flutteringly takes flight.
Inspiring feelings 
Initiate graphite upon paper.

Wishing to again hold her tight,
To be in her life, yet fate has decided me
To continue to fight on
And to live with what's left of my lamplight.


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Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


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Their Eyes

They are a prize
To encounter or find
When chance gives you their eyes
You can glance at a beautiful mind

They love without care
To any and all
Heart on their sleeves they wear
Bravery never to fall

Their laugh can light
Through a thousand years of pain
Giving hope for those who fight
For happiness and love to gain

Small as they may be
But just as strong
We give the world for them to see
For they’’ strive for what’s right and wrong.

01/19/08
A.B.


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Simulacrum

Standing in the tallest grass
With whispers, phantoms in the wind
I held aloft my one true love's last wish:
   That I come find her by the waves

It was all that I had
By which I might remember her
It was all that she left behind
One wish that I should follow her

---

 It lay atop her green-grey tomb
 A flower's sempiternal bloom
     A bud that never faded
     As it weathered rain for near a year
     And the earth lay softly mourning tears
     Shed for the undiscovered years
     But last, the sun shone still
     And shaded next the gravestone
         One last memory
     A flower's sempiternal bloom
 It lay atop her green-grey tomb
And soon

Fates wanderings had led me back
To where lay all that I had lacked
The deadness, stillness, silence
   Yet one life amidst it all
And that,
   Beside the silent, sounding sea
   Sepulchral questions spoke to me
But phantoms in the wind
   My love's voice calling
     Softly
       Softly

   Amid the sea-foam and the spray
   Atop the tomb
   The stillest pool that shone like silver 'gainst the sun
     Beneath the flower
         Before my eyes
         Outlasting to all time the tide
     A sigh for me across the wind
     "Come find me, love, inside the sea"

   And as I looked, I saw my love
   And stared until the stars above
   Looked down in pity
     Far enough away that they could see me
     As my lips reached down
     My arms strove down
     My life
         Without a sound
     Slipped silently into the pool
   And as each memory
   Unraveled
   There
 Before me
 All that I could see
 Was she
 Repeating
     Softly?
       Softly
   "Come find me, love, inside the sea"
 "Come find me, love"
"Find me"


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Swimming with the stars

Sometimes I feel
I have the Omen upon me,
I am the Earth
and lava it burns through to the core
and so in the darkness of space
I will exist to drown
beneath the stars.


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ronin 23

I have cowered I have crawled I have begged and I have survived
Honor is something that those that do no battle speak of
Shame is something dictated by those who have not survived
I have felt a shame in that which I have done
but also a love in those I have fought beside
a knowing and an understanding that
 if you do not stand beside me
you will never be allowed to judge me


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The tree of life

I came upon a weeping tree
One branch bent to the ground
The rest had grown far out of reach
Untouched, except by clouds

I gave you shade and comfort 
From the sun and pounding rain
And in return, with my branch
You took a soul
The tree of life explained

So no longer will this branch
Be set free to hold the light
Within it's leaves of green and gold
That cradled many lives

And in hope, this lesson teaches
With a single sacrifice
Learning more with changing seasons 
Every life grows intertwined


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Mistakes

Mistakes Are Lifes Greatest Sin
From Adam And Eves Blunder When                                                                                                                                      Beguilement Misstep Cost The
End Of Peerless Life And     
Permanent Grin.

Mistakes Today Are
Inevasible All Because Of Mans
Sense Of Jugdement 
Perfection Can Never Be 
Like It Never Wasnt. . . . .


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The Last Moments of a Martyr

The time has come and my end is near
Why am I not scared and not in fear
For I was selected to do this
The chosen one to be the Witness
To spread our belief throughout this land
Control the sheep with the wave of our hand
This is more crucial then my life
To implant a utopia for my wife
For family and children too
And also the privileged few
Who believe as we do and have seen the light
Let them join us in this epic fight
Against the non-believers
And the deceivers
Who poison the minds of our youth
And deny them the truth.

Suddenly, malaise invades my stomach
Bugs crawling and I start to feel sick
It’s now flowing through my vein
And soon it will immerse my brain
I slowly shut my eyes
And envision all the cries
I don’t wish to do this
No… I’ll be remiss
I remove my shirt
Rest it on earth
Make it stop… make it stop	
In a flash it’s very hot
And at that instant
All I can think:
For ME to change the world… it would be smarter…
Not to become a Martyr.


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MORPHEUS P2

MORPHEUS [P2] We have conquer multitudes. Delegation to our land we deploy. Emissaries formed and our people adhere. We rejoice over our victories. Measures are not require. We know who we are. This is our empire beyond the stars. Galactica bears as named. Galactians are woman, man, and child. Our minds are affixed; our hearts are forbidden. We are not forsakes of love. We are the image of unions. Neither he nor she achieves without some form of unity. Here is our belief and our creed.


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It Is Written Chapter One Verses One To Five

In the darkness of the night,
a camp fire glows, yellow, orange, bright,
around it sit people who we now describe,
as together, having formed a tribe,
and as they roast their latest kill,
enough this time to eat their fill,
the father figure of them all,
begins to reminisce, yes, to recall,
stories of great deeds that he,
has stored within the recesses of his memory.

And through passing millennia it was thus done,
tribal histories passed from father to son,
until the populations of tribes had grown,
and many different stories had come to be known.
Then there came the great idea to draw,
depictions of what each day they saw,
when hunting the animals they needed to stay alive,
they recorded each species which then, did thrive,
painted on cave roof and wall,
wondrous visions which still enthral!

Change came slowly from this time, and,
populations moved to find new land,
so they could ensure their survival,
looking for space without any rival
tribes competing for scarce resources,
life was hard with Mother Nature's forces,
stacked against this new species, who,
compared to Earth's history, was brand new.

Successful tribes began to grow,
and with life experience they came to know,
that the hunter gatherer way of living,
was particularly hard, and unforgiving,
and that for their populations to expand,
they had to find new ways to exploit the land.

So from this point, change came faster,
sometimes punctuated by a natural disaster,
but change it did, and before too long,
they built settlements that were big, and strong,
on land from which they now knew,
the kind of crops from the soil best grew.


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A Seven Letter Word

Forever

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Scrabble 	
Sponsored by: Nancy Jones


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Changes of Our Time

If you learn about the left,
You learn about the right.
If you learn about the sun,
You will learn about the moon at night.
As above, so below, 
are the wise words once told.
Until modern civilization,
Fell victim to a new control.


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Ronin 25

hindsight if only clearer in my future my present
still sitting here upon weathered rock warmed by years
of summers sun only now can I give reflection
to the tree that sways in the breeze ebbing and flowing
in the wind of my thoughts
past memories a boy with a dream and desire
following the rising sun and daring to imagine
something outside of his world his preordained future
a goal not granted a thought riding on the coattails of
a samurai’s dressings a moment to be more than himself
before fate crashes the dream onto a rock of reality 
and a broken man sits down beside a stream
reflecting upon a weathered rock


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Roadside Utilities

Each time was done fall
A rest stop to listen to
Almighty the One
Providing you sustenance
Direction are then made clear


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love and life

i'm thinking about life. not just any life, my life. a life you know nothing about. you assume you do, but you don't. now i'm thinking about love. not just anyone's love, my love. a love so strong, you would assume you were reading a storybook. you don't know love, like I do. now that i'm thinking about these two things, i realize i couldn't be me in my life without my love. maybe you're thinking i'm just some teenage that thinks they've found love. well, maybe you wouldn't know. you have to live my life to know what I'm saying. I don't think you could comprehend it all. Especially, being in this generation. so sit back, and shut up. it wouldn't be that hard to make you look stupid, and i wouldn't mind showing you.


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Making in one piece

It was a time in midst
Made believe in evil permits
Killing children as shield

In opening worlds as sincere
Aside from its given ruler
In making one piece as dreamer

Join me in all  in making  one piece
Join me  in dreams becoming one piece


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Time Marches On

As time marches on through the hall that is my heart, 
it meets locked doors
stumbles on and stops... 
no place to go
the light flickers as the candle burns bright 
the wick, my life - the light, my hope
I follow time down the darkened hall
and on out through the locked doors
we pass quietly and do not disturb 
the peaceful slumber of the soul
...and time marches on...
lost loves and forgotten dreams
lie still on an empty floor
they fade away, dissapear, and die
as an eternal hope lingers on, on I walk 
as the candle burns my life away more is forgotten 
yet more is experienced 
as time marches on (and on and on) it rolls
crushing the feats of the day
the dreams of tomorrow
the hopes we once had
the wars they will end
the heavens they will fall
to this power, crushes all
taking life (starting anew) 
light, dark, peace, war, love, and hate
in the end it's forgotten
yet the beginning means so much
what of your hate? what of your love? what of us all? 
we leave us behind to experience the rest... is what we need
a rest is what we crave so take now your time and spend it well
the yesterdays are gone, tomorrow's not yet here 
...and time marches on...
it passes without you seeing
you see it without knowing
you touch it without feeling
you reach without touching
and as your hope dies
it sits in your heart,
as your search ends
you lose it forever,
what you've had all along
setting on life making dark our thoughts
enlightening our dreams and ruling our hearts
for none to judge for all to see
for us to have for them to hold
for we all praise for we must know
that all we've seen must never go
for time is all I have and I follow 
as it marches on and on and on it moves
the time (my life), the light (it burns)
the wick (it's gone), 
...and time marches on ... 


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God haunted house

Didn't know
how to be in this God haunted house,
I Mr imperfect:
short sighted and tone deaf
I saw things move as by a poltergeist,
heard thuds as though a carpenter lived between floors.
Speaking;
I could not ask and hear. 
I'm sure she spoke but I wouldn't listen.

I don't want to know about him;
I want him
I can't have placating words,
I need love I can feel
I know it in my bones
but my flesh is all serpent like;
Writhing
in it's own oil spill
of fear and greed 
needing a saving, cleanup operation
I'm sure you want to;
but I do not dare.

I take a deep breath
and look out of the window
I see it's raining 
and almost trip as a I rush outside
I hope that the rain itself is the tears
of the one my heart seeks
soaking; 
I cry myself; knowing his grief
Freezing I know the loneliness of all of His
I'm made one of them.

I didn't know how to live
in this God haunted house,
I a son,
a lover, 
the adulterer, 
the unfinished.
I still wrestle with doubt in my darkness
Panting;
I worship silently, unworthily,
Wrecked
I feel the cross of the world wearing me
I'm sure I can't live in this without the haunter...


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Black Butterfly

Here I swing inside my dark cocoon afraid 

to become all that I know I can be... A 

Black Butterfly too scared to emerge into my 

full potential and spread my beautiful black 

wings. I'm so afraid to spread my wings, to worried, 

about what this world may think of me? I'm a Black 

Butterfly that can't seem to set myself free from this 

cocoon that imprisons me. 

I do know how the world will ever see my real beauty 

that hides within me? The love I hide and the pain that 

does consumes me. 

I know this world can sometimes be cruel and rude place to be . . . 

but if I don't break out of this cocoon and set 

myself free? How will the world ever see me for me? 

But I must first set myself free, so that the world 

can see all my true beauty... and when I do emerge from 

cocoon? A beautiful Black Butterfly is what I shall be. 

As I spread my wings and fly into the sky… Fly away fly, 

fly beautiful Black Butterfly. 

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


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In The Twilight Half-light

In the twilight half-light
our unfading purple dreams 
of lover’s meetings 
are transformed 
to clearly established 
rainbow-like 
poetically emotional symbols 
of epic serenity.


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to see the future

Possibility the hope of a better outcome down the long beaten trail.
A glimpse into the future what will it bring what obstacles will it entail.
Tomorrow holds the key to the secrets of life and the enigma called man.
Uncertainty grips me tight over chest a mortal outside of some grander plan.
Eyes of flesh are blind to moments outside there primitive reach.
If only i could bend the path of time what wonders i could teach.
Will I see a world in unity and trust or will it stay the same hanging on doom.
Divine guidance or newest science can let any being see past there tomb
Sensation over my eyes seconds pass and i believe this is long awaited vision.
Color painted walls play out the scene no god no religion.
Impact of my quick return to the present time and the relative space.
The truth of the puzzle is impossible to accept cant look it face to face
A subtle fear engulfs my soul now I know things no mortal should know
My quest complete with no satisfaction life should pass slow.
Burning my vision the future scenes re played and I'm losing my mind.
With a knife i dig out both moist orbs pain is great instantly blind.
Maybe now i can live  out my days an eyeless old fool
Faint tired i fall to the ground loss to much blood I'm expiring in my own viscous red pool


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i need a new usb

In the land of dreams the past
Make no my spirit within me burn
For the scenes and the hours that may not return
Therefore disturbing dreams
Trouble the secret stream
Shall i then fear the tone?
No it is not the warning voice!
With all the melodies
Her voice was heard from the shore singing
A mournful death-song
Until overpowered by the sound of the waters
In which she perished
Down the Mississippi a light canoe  towards the cataracts
As by the tempest´s wing 
The mist of spray rose with the cataract´s thunder
Her bay lay sleeping at her breath
And her dark hair waved
Pressed her child to her beating heart
Her sweet voice sing her song of death 
I cannot live without that light- father of waves, roll on.-

An Indian woman driven to despair
By her husband desertion of her for another wife, 
Entered a canoe with her children
And rowed it down towards the cataracts.


2

The day is ending into my thoughts
I was thinking of very old times
When i just returned to Amsterdam
I tottered the streets 
The grachten houses
Of a street as still
And decorous as well kept
I swung the mainstreams
And waited helplessly

She was perhaps stopped
And her very fate
Hung in the balance with the mass ring
Like the gate of the everlasting night

What would she do now?

I change my floppy disk, usb
I  had expected to see her
Showing with her white teeth smiling
Continuosly.


3

What made this emotion
So overpowering was
How shall i define it
One moral chock i received
As if something
In their development
A world of the dead
Altogether monstrous, intolerable to thoughts
And odious to the soul
Deadly danger

Dreams have breath
And tear and torture
In their development


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Metamorphosis

acceptance of failure
is a talent acquired over time
the young man i was
could never comprehend 
the freedom failure
bestows
the feeling of humanity
in every tear shed
over an impossible path

i have discovered for the first
time that i am as small
as a gnat on the back of a
gnat
under the microscope of a
gnat
which was created by a 
gnat
and will be born again
as a butter-
fly

this knowledge shows the patience
that experience
manifests within the young adult
psyche

the older me
will read this wise inscription
and giggle
at the innocence
of its shallow meditation
the gray me will
rewrite the moral
and manipulate the meaning
to reflect the chaos
that each beat of the young
newly-born butterfly’s wings
has imparted on the future
that has now transformed the reader
into a luna moth

and carried by the wind just
before a ravenous storm
the moth i will be
will finally
be stripped bare
to expose the frailness
of the man who dwelled within
and as each tear falls from the heavens
all that i once knew
and all that I have learned will
dissolve

to be consumed 
by
a
gnat.


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Memorizing Song

as this song simulates something in my mind
something wrong, something goood.
something, that should have been gone.
as my thoughts crumble,
my walls fail
my sanity floats off.
i wonder how
why
when
i could jump and fall into air
and be safe into endless bliss
illl be singing my lungs out
with a beautiful sound
my feet will be keeping an impossible beat
that will drive anyone listening crazy
i dont feel like dying
but i feel like withering a way for a moment
into the walls
into the sky
into the ground.
i wish to be on top 
im not worried how, but when. 
and for what.
price.
as words, thoughts, ramblings,
spill out of my mouth like vomit
the song goes on.
my fingers move faster along the 
l e t t e r s of my 
concious
scary.
its all i have now.
ohp.
what happend.
the song stoped.
my minds back


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REVOLUTION!

Time for Revolution!
spread the revelation.
Governmental evolution,
blessed elation!

With strange knowledge of fresh relation,
we'll overthrow the oppressive regime!
Our fiery souls burning with titillation!
we can't fail as a team.

But beware, dear philosophers, uprising is no picture of violet,
scarred spirits, forever changed, with images of the violent.


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Yes Ye Will-Will Come

Oh, how it is so much fun
All having been given a choice
You can hear it in their voice
As we all dance and play in the sun

The there are many who shall turn and run
Living a continuous life of evil
End the end it will only bring upheaval
In truth their virtue, they have none


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lucifer

i met lucifer walking back
to my head this morning,
he was shaking the hand
of the sun in the morning,
his hands red-stained
of child's blood.

i asked him "why?"
"because i shouldn't have"
i asked him "why?"
"because they wanted me not to"
i asked him "why?" 
"because they have no life"
i asked him "why?"
"because their life is my life"
i asked him "why?"
"because the rules of the weak
are food for the strong, 
because it covers them"
i asked him "why?"
"because those dead are closer 
to life than those living"
i asked him,
his hands
wet with red,
"why?"
"because all that's good 
wants to keep you static"
i asked him "why evil?"
"because change is necessary,
revolution, digestion, destruction"
i asked him "give me life"
he said, his hands dripping red,
"it is taken."

the hole in my belly
that my soul had filled
is as wet with red
as i watch the sun rise
on the death of my death.


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Live above Foeword balance ?3

Living below the low of slow roll
dyeing above the bow in fast sail
failNG front the sow is last paul
baylin flaps the lap si four call
wishin blips the cap tu tres papi
living clips the mam or thee ocho
caving snaps the wig or twig thee
oaring water the dig tu sing fall
winter sings the sun of life agua
cellin beans the lit pa wite bose
giving loves the kit su fite rite
spelin fours the pay if tres paso
quedes ledrs the foe is four tree
living lives the tea of fact free
tuGGin grass the Pep si ever mEEn
loving sings the SEA tu AMOR PaPa
bellow rings the til in THEE NOAN
writin green the man tu Over aGIN
pissin queen the tax me seen meAn
lackin picks the sax ol navy SEaL
cadets craps the SOY IN PLAY FOIL
CLAYIN SAVER THE FAD OF COLD CULR
LOSING BLEAD THE DIX IN CORE COST
FEVERN BLACK THE TIX OF FOUR WALK
LOVING LIVIN THE SEX SI CASE TRES
THININ PINNE THE PAC OF MAID TIES
FEELIN FREED THE LIP ES NADA PIDE
LIVING LYIVE THE CAL OF NORA WISE
PRISMS EVENY THE RAX OF KILO WITE
SLIGHT EYENG THE PAZ TU FOUR GIZE
TELLIN SEOUL THE EXA PU EVER GREW


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Real Real Real Real

Real eyes?   Real lies?
You say your eyes recognize real lies
Well, how wide are these eyes that see lies?
Because the lies you so deeply despise, I realize are in your eyes
Oh, you are so so blind
Why lie?
Your so called real eyes cant recognize the real lies you provide
You lie to set up the fall of my emotional demise
Why eyes?
Are your thoughts so incoherent in your mind that you would even think you could disguise
your epic lies
Oh, my eyes can realize your "real" lies and I barely have to try
My eyes are able to detect your fables and unreel your unreal's  
So, next time you say your real eyes recognize real lies, try to untie your disguised
lies 
And realize it is you, who needs real eyes



(A poem by another evoked this poem)


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A Hero's Truth

A knight still shining...
Because that’s what we need;
Someone to admire... 
When the world’s on its knees.
So much is weighing...
On the shoulders of the story;
And everyone is watching,
For there own personal touch of glory...

Fight the good fight,
And die with pride and honor...
The glory that your feeling,
Won’t matter if you’re a goner...
But someone needs to stand for something;
So why not kill for peace?
Everyone needs a hero,
And why shouldn’t that be me?

Standing tall, decorated in flashy armor,
Carrying fairy tales in my heart;
But what is it that I’m doing here?
Believing truth that could only be in part;
Defending the greater good...
As I steal a child’s father,
Teaching him to hate everyone like me;
And I wonder why I bother?

Truth is all about your point of view,
And heroes are just the same;
You think you’re preaching peace,
But you might just feed the flame...
It’s hard to accept a story,
If you’re told by people you don’t know;
How can you believe in peace...
When there’s violence everywhere you go?

It all seems a myth or folk lore...
Looking through our version of history,
How can someone ask us to defend...
And or die for someone else’s reality? 
All to be remembered as someone you never were;
Because it reinforces their story...
A fallen hero to those that never knew you,
And your death was in their glory. 


How true is it... 
That you wouldn’t be if not for them?
You’ll never know...
Until someone rewrites the story again;
And even then, who will you believe?
Truth is all in the eyes unfortunate enough to see it,
For everyone else it’s tales of recollection...
So you can believe in what you choose,
But don’t expect us buy into your tradition...

Repeating those famous last words...
The truth is all in the eye of the beholder;
But what of those not there to witness?
Left to watch, as the world grows colder...
Hoping for our fearless heroes,
All the while knowing better in our minds...
Living a truth someone else put into action,
Leaving us to believe in lies, quick to bind.


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' Monsters, Among Us ... '

‘ Monsters, Among Us … ’

 Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
  Expose The Wake of  Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and Vile-Beasts That Bay
 Begone, to Taboo, Grounds, Unhallowed …

… for there Are Monsters, Among Us …
Yea, Also An Ancient Curse
We Don’t have To Make This Up …
… to Make It Any Worse …

Yea, There Are Blood Suckers, Self-Styled, Vampires            ( Vlad, The Impaler )
Who’ll Drink Your Blood by Starless, Night
Creatures, Who’ll Make You Suffer Their Desires
and Ghouls, Who’ll Dine On Your Flesh, in Daylight                 ( Jeffrey Dahmer )

Yea, There Are Creatures of The Dark
Who’ll Catch You, If You Do Not Know …                                ( Rapists )
They Want To Get Inside Of Your Heart
And Make You Do Acts, Foul, Fraught with Woes

Yea, There Are Monsters, Among Us …
Merciless, Malevolent, Maniacal Monstrosities …                       ( Hitler )
They Do, Indeed, Want To Own Your Soul, Because                 ( Jim Jones )
They Want To Make You Commit, Their Atrocities ! …               ( Charles Manson )

And If You Walk Around Unwary
Doesn’t Matter, If Its Not, Stroke Of Midnight
… Anytime, Is Their Time, To Do Scary
Spine-Chilling Screams of Your Unending, Pitch-Black Fright …

Rituals To Silver and Golden Idols                                          ( Slaving For Riches)
Making A Virgin Sacrifice -                                                     ( Child Molestation )
Hexes and Voodoo Dolls
and All Such Abominations To The Christ …

… Now, by a Long Shot, I’m Not Pious
(‘Cause I Too, Like A Good Thrill !)
Just, Don’t Make The Mistake-Serious
By Thinking Wickedness, Isn’t Real !

And Humans, Please Be Aware
Evil Incarnate, Isn’t Just A Movie Theme …
It’s More Than Just A Joking Scare
… There ‘ Is’ A Wicked Scheme

(and there ‘Is’ A Wicked Being)

So, If You Find, You’re Chased or Caught
By Some Monster In A Living-Nightmare
Remember, No Potion, Amulet, Nor Incantation Taught 
Brings Almighty Help, Better Than Holy Prayer

Yea, There Are Monsters, Among Us …
Yea … Also, An Ancient Curse
(and We Couldn’t Even Invent The Stuff
to Make It Any Worse ! ) …


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The Tunnel

I have walked through the tunnel of vision but my eyes were closed, I saw nothing when I
should have saw everything, just as I've walked through the tunnel of love and felt
nothing when I should have felt compassion, I've walked through the tunnel of friendship
and turned away, hiding in the shadows of shapes and sillouetts, feeling only suspicion. I
have walked through the eyes of motherhood closing my eyes to my children, giving not
enough.I have walked through the tunnel of birth and childhood afraid of others smiles,
I've walked through the tunnel of life, only to let darkness overcome me....


Details | I do not know? | |

HOMAGE

A pious, mankind’s god,
Opted for his abode,
A secluded place
Amid untrodden ways

The white surf crown,
Behoves the emerald green ocean,
With the silver- sand beach,
Where he used to preach.

On that lone shore he left behind,
His foot prints on the strand,
Even the rising tide would not beat,
But pay homage to them and retreat!


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The Rain

The rain falls and splashes my window pane
Washing it clean, leaving it wet
It cools a surface left hot by the sun
And create disorder on a surface once bare


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The oldest man


This man of the past was a shadowy figure.
A moth flittering in the dusk,
covering the earth; 
all in silence's dust.


There was a time,
back when,
last time,
in this place,
are the words that come afterwards.
Before, there are many conversations
but not enough is said.
Much is shared, 
but most of it is repeats.
Original and deep are rare.
We hope that our eyes
and almost silent sighs convey all we hold within.

But the man of black cloak is ever patient
and ready.
To bear and take the loved ones away.
Like the cloud that slinks across the vista of the night sky
veiling the ancient ones that give hope,
they say it isn't all now, and it isn't all gone.
But now and for a while 
I'll be left staring at the cloud
that reflects no light.


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Dark Blue

Lonely and hatung what her friend has become.
Seems like no more friendship to believe in,
Art the only place to breathe in.
Meeting new people who are considered geeks and freaks,
Hanging with them all week.
Near the end, her "geeky" friend shows her Jesus,
And she is saved.
Finally out of her lonely cave.
She faced troubles before, but thankfully
Being friends with that "geek"
Meant so much more.


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Eskisehir hikayesi

Unuttum zamanin sensiz akisini 
Yudumladigim buruk tatli corbada
Gonderdigim ipek mendilim
Ay dogmus gun akti isigina
Bir girdaptir yasam gulum
Bozkirdan goge uzanan merdiven
Donan cayi basan sel yar dinlemez
Cektimde kurtardim balcigindan
Frigyanin kaybolmus hazinesini
Unutulmus kaynayan sulardan
Salinan yarim al endamli basma
Dans eder Porsugun sularinda


Details | Ballad | |

The Great Lighthouse by the Bay

In all my modest travels abroad,
believe me when I say
’tween the tigris and euphrates I’ve trod,
and seen a Great Lighthouse by the Bay;’

A magnificent construct, endlessly tall,
seemingly to the heavens it rose,
but no light shown in its depths at all.
An empty tower starting to decompose;

At one time a gold behemoth,
but now only vines cover its brick.
Stretching to it’s zenith,
almost with a quality of magic.

An odd design aswell,
no doors or windows on the exterior.
It wasn’t marked on the map pell,
and near lay ruins of those inferior;

The origin was of an unidentifiable race.
With queries in my mind,
we began looking for a trace
of any near mankind;

Deep in the mush,
we found a sort of makeshift native local.
Stepping out of the brush,
we questioned a local;

We were directed to the priest,
upon entering the makeshift temple,
scared eyes darted at us, and released,
he began after apologizing for his whimple;
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’Our people have not seen the light for many ages,
but the stories of our ancestors show,
in the distant times of great sages,
that building emitted a saving glow;

My clan had a historic tradition,
rewarding those whose life was pure.
With a testing expedition,
leaving fate to decide for sure;

The prize-a secret spot where lay ancient groves
only believed in tale.
Where gold comes abundantly in huge troves,
and massive feasts that never go stale;

Life’s final test for those who bravely seek,
sailing down a vicious line of coast.
Jagged Rock and decaying trees of bleak,
with all the beasts that dark place can host;

But then one day the structure had appeared,
spreading light o’er the masses.
Allowing those navigators to steer clear
any Rocks or trespasses;

A gleaming gilded monument.
With no operators in sight,
or master crafters that could have beat,
its ornate workings to such a height;

Upon first sight,
the people knew the garden was now free.
By trusting the light,
they could cross safely;

Word of its mysterious walls,
was received by distant kin.
Bread was broke in our hallowed halls.
It united us then;

Over time, those from the city came.
Those slave, peasant, senator and king,
all to rid themselves of mans common shame.
Bringing gold, frankensense, mer and songs to sing;

Our people now thrived,
we quickly became a center of trade.
But most did not predict, what in the shadows writhed.
At our souls it rudely bade;

(Cont'd in part 2)


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' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Darkness

Power is a struggle
Only the strongest can achieve
They are the true people
Those that strive and pursue power
They will conquer the universe

Peace is a lie, there is only passion
The world is in constant change
Emotions follow suit

Through passion, I gain strength
Use emotion to power action

Through strength, I gain power
Strength is dominance and leads to greatness

Through power, I gain victory
In greatness you achieved, all desired

Through victory my chains are broken
All is crushed beneath you

There must only be two
Never more
One to desir the unholy strength
The other to instruct how to gain such power
Betrayal must be seeded inside the minds of the weak
and the light must be snuffed out

Proclaim your power, let none stand in your way
The universe can be yours, you only need to free your passion


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Going for the Gold

A 60 year old woman entered a marathon, 
she wanted to set a personal goal
not to win it, but just to be in it
going for her own gold
but just after about 19 miles into the race
she tripped and fell down
she had broken her ankle bone 
and was laid out on the ground
the paramedics told her, her race was now over
but she would not hear of such
she instructed them to put away that stretcher
and give her a cane or give her a crutch
she said my race is not over,
if I can't run it,  then I will walk
her determination was her inspiration
and she was not about to balk
going for the gold was her only destination
her vision, her goal, her sole consideration

Our God is a God of faith and strength
a God of progression
not a God of failure or fear
nor a God of regression
for God will lift you up 
if you should ever fall or trip
just make sure that with Him
you have a personal relationship
for God wants to be in the picture
draw near to Him and He will reciprocate
He can strengthen and transform you
on a level that is intimate
treat Him as you would treat a lover
for He is more than just a friend
He will always be by your side
through thick and through thin
have Him in your heart too
for It's not only about intellectual perceptions
let the Holy Spirit increase your faith
be full of thanksgiving and open to God's receptions
get your mind on the right track and let God work in your life
use your past experiences to remind you of all that you have sacrificed
It's alright to look back just don't live in it and then get mad
utilize the power of memory and thank God for all that you have had

So keep on keeping on 
know that God will lighten your way
let nothing and no one paralyze nor limit you 
from obtaining your goals this day

Yet even in the midst of discouragement 
that woman proceeded to accomplish her goals
with faith in God and in herself
determined and destined to go for the gold
 


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Trouble Moving

So you sit there and ask what am I to do?
First one needs to make a choice of truth
Then all need to reflect it in the booth
Well I say that it’s really up to you

But first take time to gather up knowledge
There is always time if life if want to make it
The time is now to stand up and take it
Contemplate and pray then you acknowledge

Then you will find more who are willing to stand
Spreading love and peace without remorse
Even though it will bring many to discourse
This I say will lead us to the promise land


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Gatherings

gatherings in nuances
aching pain in numbnes
once open in window
as dream in one piece

in louder styles accustom
alerts colour sounding high note 
in between winds hope still crisp
inmortal wave as making one piece


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DESTINY

Long before a sheath is woven, before the cocoon is made, 
Before a caterpillar seals it’s womb, before the eggs are laid,
Before air becomes the breath of life of everything that breathes,
Before a hawk takes to flight, before fish swim in the sea,

Before the cattle graze the range, and the beast roam through the fields,
And the creeping thing also crawls the earth, before the mountains and the hills,
Before the valley becomes a  dale, before a tree is grown,
Before a pod becomes a plant, before the garden is sown,  

Before the earth takes shape and form, before stars light up the sky,
Before the likeness of God was made, there was no you nor I,
Before the ashes and the dirt, and the mold of man was clay,
Before the dark and morning, there was no night or day,

Before the Heavens were set aside from Eden to the east,
Before God cursed his creation, into the belly of the beast,
Before the tree of knowledge was touched, before the tree of life,
Before Adam was tempted by his mate, before Eve was given to wife,

Before the earth was flooded, before Noah and his Ark,
Before Moses rose his staff on high and the Red Sea, God, did part,
Before the coat of colors was placed on Jacob’s son,
Before the king of Egypt, Joseph was the one,

Before the ten commandments were written in the stone,
Before the voice of God was heard, before Christ stood all alone,
Before the Son of God was born, before Mary became God’s wife,
On the cross, Christ surrendered to man, The Ultimate Sacrifice.


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The Devil

I know you're there.
You invisible snare.
You evil, don't care.
Floating around in a black cloud.
Thundering and lightning out loud.
Waiting, ready to pounce.
On some poor victim, of your choice.

A false word or deed.
Hatred, jealousy and greed.
War and famine, torture and pain.
The tools employed, drive you insane.

Do not let him in.
Keep from sin.
Tell a lie, the stronger he grows.
The better to unleash the foes.

If good deeds from you flow.
Do not show.
Better anonymous  be.
Charity, not to see.
Keep your head down.
Satan is looking around.

Overcome him I must.
Or he will take me with jealousy and lust.
I choose my friends with care.
And I will dare.
To stand up against all wrong.
With Gods help I will be strong.







 






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Into the Deep

Perspective's changing
Paradise waits for all
You needn't fear a thing
As death begins to call

Slowly you fall into the depths of peace
Surrounded by the sun
Its shining so bright
Burning your soul into new life
Overwhelming
The joy washes over you
You've realized
What you've always known

The world shines beneath your feet
The entire universe sits inside your hand
Knowing grants power
You can obtain it all
Change the world
to grant you happiness
See that joy is not hopeless

You are
You know that for sure
The one thing existing
Its all your choosing
The times you were winning
The times you were loosing

Time itself
Dies as you find yourself
Lost with a sure sense of where you're going
In a maze always growing
The constant learning
making it all so simple

Slowly you fall deeper into the depths of peace
Enveloped by the sun
Enlightened by its brilliant rays
Igniting the immortal fire within' your heart
Overpowered
Strength flows through your veins
You know
What you've always known
You know
You've always been


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~ Always ~

Thinking about Sigmund Freud and his psychoanalysis theories

Albert Einstein, and his formulations upon the relativities

Playtos pupil, Aristotle.... Michelangelo-the sculptor, painter, architect and poet

An endless list written and rewritten, of lives within the pages of time....

Thinking of the human mind, with its boundless spectrums of possibilities

All the why's, the what's, and, the what ifs? A universe, yet to be discovered!

This amazing realm that we are in; at least to myself, of abstract truth....

For who can know beyond a doubt, the very core of any matter, the absolute!?

What mind can hold the ultimate essence, within infinities hands?!

Science itself is not even truth-but merely a shadow, at its very best....

And where does this leave me, as I return to this sphere of contemplation?

Grasping at particles, as if I could collect them all, while standing...."Amid a dream"

Gathering them into a manifestation, of concrete realities?

Reality it seems is a futile endeavor-more negative than positive, in the terms of

Mathematical economical equation-out of the black and into the red....

John Nash would know more about that-the structures of content, tranquillity and sanity

More to be lost it seems, than to be found....to complicate, to overwhelm!

It is true that we do need knowledge though, if ever we are to hope

To expand, to extend, to be better, to cure and to grow....But therein lies 

"A dividing line," between knowledge and wisdom-a perspective of ones view!?

The big picture so to speak, of the here and now, and the forever to come....

Which leads me back again, to the beginning of this contemplative thought

For we must 'all' choose, what ground, we would most want to stand upon!?

An old Biblical verse, "We are in this world, but we are not of this world....". {Cont}


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Reverie - part I -

Once upon a dry and sunny day,
My head I rest, and on the bad I lay
Thinking of the one true question…
What that is, I just will not mention.
Drifting asleep I vision with grace,
An angel, wrapped in marvelous lace.
Closing in from beneath, I try to touch,
She disappears, probably went to lunch.
Floating on the clouds so soft and silky,
But suddenly, everything becomes blurry.

Falling to the ground I awaken and stare to the floor,
Pondering what the angel represented, was it a lour?
Was she a vision of love, or embodiment of betrayal?
Thinking, lost in my own thoughts, I became frazzle.
Didn’t seem worth the time, so I got out of the bed,
Just so I could be grabbed, by a dark, frightening head.
For I was not awakened by the fall, it was temporary
Again I plundered towards the black deeps so eerie. 
The head, who took a grip at me, laughed and let go, 
Freefalling I fell, but where, to Hell, please God, No!
Demons and dragons, devils and the big black Cerberus,
Everything present, everyone laughing, realizing thus
That I have become one of the damned, another one fallen,
Down in the pit, away from home, furthest from heaven.
Seeking freedom I wonder meaningless the dark bottom,
But it’s futile: I can’t see where the light is coming from.
Why hath Thee send me down here to rot, decay and suffer,
Why hath Thee sent an angel to lure me here, why her?
Why couldn’t Thee just cast me down, and leave her be,
Why can’t I get her out of my head, why do You hate me?


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The Silent One

Who is living alive inside of you? 
Do you even really want to know?
Have you ever spoken to the one that is always speaking to you?
Are you stacking all of your priorities with any proper perspective?
You know it is your battleground or so this is how you make it seem.
A zest for life arises in you continuously only to later be continued. 
So abruptly, you have dismissed the silent one inside of you to go!
All because you were swiftly overpowered by your own self-greed 
Nevertheless, where does the silent one keep retreating off to?
The silent one holds onto every single chance for a timely thought. 
Even all of those improbable unachieved least possible dreams!

What is it that lives alive inside of you?
What makes you even want to breathe?
Have you ever really felt the one who is always feeling you?
Innocence is sweet standing in your way of a divine pleasure. 
Again, it is your battleground or so this is how it surely seems!
Your blissful moments are in the hands of the silent one inside. 
Again, poof vanished indeed this time without a trace or lead!
Yet, you are completely indulging in a definite feeling of gratified.    
Still yet, where does the silent one keep scooting away to?
The silent one holds every crystal-clear thought, 
Even the ones all of you will still clearly demean!

Who gives you to you? 
Have you ever once thought deep and hard into that?
A restricted area due to the danger foretoken, your battleground or so it seems!
Excitement swells up alive inside of you with ecstasy’s loud bursting screams!
The silent one is slipping away while verbal battles are fueling into a combat.
Overwhelmed by self-indulgence your every breath is thoroughly exhausted! 
Still yet, where in this world could your silent one be gallivanting away to?
The silent one holds your every thought, even those you have so deemed!
Now do tell, who knows you better than you do?
Have you ever given this up for a chance of much thought?
Have you ever seen the one that is always looking at you?
Conflict of interest guards the main entrance, the battleground or so it seems!
Enticed to indulge the silent one inside is finally caught when truly sought.
Lured by the sight at hand, but why did the silent one have to stay too?
The silent one holds your every moment in your every thought, 
Even those you always seem to unfortunately forget to redeem!


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A father and a friend

It seems like I owe you my life

More or less at least half of my time

To dedicate, a better way to express the way I feel

Maybe a walk, or maybe we can talk

About our relationship

You saved me since, I paid attention

And the spirit hasn’t escaped me since

 



If I had one last breath, I’d breathe again

If I had a moment to spend, I’d be with Him

As I’m prepared for when He comes           

And save my life to live and trust

That God watches over me

As a father and a friend

 


When there are times I feel alone your there for me

While caught between a storm, there is relief

During the times I feel confused

Learning that life conceals its truth

Hoping a light reveals the root

And a way for me to see

 



I can talk to you in the morning while I’m awake

Or on vacation away from the pain I hide away

As my father and my friend

From all I depend in you

How could I replace


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Brighter Thoughts

Ya know what's currently happening as of this moment.
The way I am channeling my own thoughts and what I am typing here...
In a very positive and powerful manner.
The light bulb above me, on the ceiling, 
All of a sudden has a rainbow circular light around it
And it was flickering as if it was getting brighter!

Incredible what I saw with my own eyes,
By holding back my blinking tendency,
I had seen proof of my new positive thinking...
Why am I all of a sudden 
Writing these poems outta the blue.

It is true that this is my own sort of talent,
In a certain sense,
Right now though something amazing
Is happening to my thought frequencies.
A-a-amazing I am currently
Doing all this thinking
And am so peacefully
Self-believing and self-trusting,
Self-realizing and self-liberating.


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Initiative

Breach the limitations set  by example.
Set your mind free to roam the unknown.
Learn that fear is a physical trait,
which sits beneath a similar boundary.

But we have the keys to our chains.
And we alone choose to fly or be grounded.
We can leave without a single thread of emotion
and let it hinder our progress no longer.

The possibilities are endless when void of restraints.
We can lead our minds on to the highest of peaks
or delve ourselves lower through perpetual sea,
a world forever untouched by abusive hands.

Begin the release of the bounding fists
with a simple nudge toward unseen future.
Command your freedom with utmost pride.
And dissolve into a cloudless inner sky.


Details | I do not know? | |

Moribund

"And after I exist, what then
And after life can cease, what then
And after I'm content and free
Set loose from this reality
And after all my soul is here
Without the shackles of my fear
What then?
What is there left to do
When all I've been is gone and through

To live, to rise, to fade away
To burn down with the dying day
To fall as leaves when summer's done
To die down with the setting sun

Is this all truth, is this all life
To fade, once lived, into the night
Like love which lives that it may die
Perfection begs to be denied
Complacency is crucified

Absolution, incomplete
Confirm a failed reality
Cleanse the waters of this stream
Into imperfect purity

If this is life, but to achieve
And then to fade into the countless numbers of the days
Then let me live for more than this
Then let me climb from the abyss
And never know what it could be
To know this perfect purity
Let me never be complete
Let never rest these weary feet"

So walked he out the darkened door
Into the streets of ashen gray
For in a world in black and white
He found that he could never stay
Into the rain, away from light
Into the end of all his days
He walked, he faded, glad to be
Imperfect in his purity
Fallen
   In a way


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Place

do you know the feeling i feel?
that feeling you feel when you feel a feeling you felt before?
that yummy feeling of a delightful memory you will forever charish
that memory that has you smiling and giggling?
a crisp feeling in your belly of happiness?
i feel as if i should let you know im feeling this way 
because its important you feel that very same way
its a feeling you must feel everyday
or else it will just fade away!
like a red kite, flying away, 
a very tragic tale..
but you must keep the kite near the warm ground
keep it close and tight and loved.
lets feel this feeling now, 
so remember a day where nothing was in the way
not a care, not a worry and deffinatly not a quarelle 
feel the breeze, maybe not of wind
but of greatness in you.
feel it for just a moment and return to the world
give it a smile and walk on by.


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The Epic Rebirth

Fireflies beacons, nomad, I quest
Thrusting dagger deep into night
Afterglow, apparitions that fest
Dancing in the wake, and they fade away, when pulling out the knife

Forlorn my laden soul, it is a walking corpse
Stride I, battle broken and weary worn… betwixt these nether plains
My own body, the beggar of death, as I travel upon this barren orb?
To seek solace and purge myself of these arrows of pain

Cease! Ole burdens of the dragon’s fire or mares of knotting noose
Mercy, Lord, mercy! Extinguish its flame!
Relieve my hopes that dwell upon the hangman’s truce
One last breathe I beg, the next will break these chains

Am I not within thine favor but, I still the puppet that looms?
Sundials seem slower turn, balance of power within the hourglass sifts
Morns now within the past, blood red skies surround the birthing moons
Then earthly shadows realign, transfix to specters smile, grins the eclipse

Nigh tides of newer judgments will thou not find?
Seize I, Smith through your molten molds, can I not be recast?
To pure, liken the worn out golden coin?
Fiery furnace the hotter, all but ore be turned to ash

Forger, honing of His industrious craft
Reshapes the glowing mass
With hammer strikes anvil forms a newly awakened man
This time the heart of steel, that once was one of shattered glass


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Dear: The Reaper

Master of time, 
Master of death, 
You were once both, 
and I creeped as your shadow. 
Now your blood drips from my fingers, 
blood worthy of hallow, 
while you lie lifelessly dead. 
Time has no master 
and neither does death, 
when I burn down the world, 
and oblivion next! 
Burn! Burn ever so faster. 
Fire, bring death to disaster.


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One piece

gatherings in nuances
aching pain in numbnes
sense of gravity falls
mountains of ice melts 
raised to wash lands 

in between winds and tides 
Lets gather in high note
inmortal wave once a hero
as making one piece


Details | Epic | |

Otagim

Nasil anlatsam
Acilarimi dindirsem
Zaman akti
Olenler buyudu

Animsandi  gecmis
Kipirdamadi ruzgar
Ne acilar  gecmis
Yol tikanmis
Yar gecememis

Ne kalmis yarim garipten
Otagimda canim
Terkedilmis arzularim
Misaim
Kisragim ay dogsun yuzune
Bir gunlukte olsa 
Gel cadirima
Sazim calsin yureginde
Otagim  yurdun olsun


Details | I do not know? | |

Nothing

do you think it would be possible to be nothing?
to grow up to be nothing, to wish to be nothing
i think thats where ill end up being
with the things ive set in stone
with the things ive let out of cages
with the truth thats bitten me
i consider myself still little
still dreaming
still wanting and hoping
right now, id like to be free, kind of like nothing
but not in a negitive way
nothing as a gypsy roaming the street
always with a smile and a song
nothing as a hippie walkin around
with bud in the pipe and a peace sign in his hand
nothing as the fresh wind
happy, flowing, nice.
do you think its possible?


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Age of Aquarius

A future to dream, we live in peace and love. 
Glorious time for all of Earths humankind, 
Eden reborn as promised from our Lord above. 

Only God knows when this will graciously unwind. 
From the sign Aquarius, we will truly find the key. 

Age of truth for average person and world peace, 
Questions, from the past now known for all to see, 
United as a planet, love will live, prejudice cease. 
Artists of inventions will grow in leaps and bound. 
Rockets beyond our galaxy will fly faster then light. 
In this era of technology, answers to quests found, 
Universe of ours and beyond will be the new sight. 
Songs of love and faith sang the world all around.  


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Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) 

I am just baggage to the world 
Cast away and forgotten 
An entire life 
Waiting for something 

Every so often a random passerby 
We exchange formal soliloquy 
Just talking to ourselves 
Wondering if anyone really hears 

They always keep a lock on my eyes 
To desperate to admit sad truths 
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice 
When just quoting old adages to themselves 

They say 
“Follow the sun, 
For in the light shining upon all 
You will find the way” 

The same response 
Every time runs through my head 
“What of the clouds 
Stealing the light from my eyes 
They always gather around me 
Darkening my life 

“And what of deep night 
Where I sink into despair 
Alone and sinking in a world 
Where no one seems to care” 

They don’t seem to hear my words 
Just keep ranting their securities 
All the while shaking like leaves 
In the harshest of autumn winds 

I wonder if anyone can hear me 
Or if I even hear myself 
Can anyone see me? 
Hidden in this cloak of clouds 

I begin to feel comfortable 
As my worldly self 
Begins to drift away 
Comfortable with no sun 
To burn my skin red 
Or to guide my way 

I’m locked into a perpetual night 
As the oppression of my clouds 
Absorbs the light 
Sun and moon and stars 
And I’m left with nothing 
But four walls 
And a roof 
And a little stool to sit on 

I don’t notice any more random passerby 
Just as they never noticed me 
Just quote my old adages 
Some god created just for me 

“Stay in the clouds 
A safe haven from the pain 
I have no need 
Of ever finding the way 

“The world has spoken its ignorance 
And has finally cast me away 
I’m tired of endless clinging 
And the guilt it brings my way 

“If the life in this world 
Revolves around an endless rhyme 
The sun and moon and stars 
I have better places to spend my time 

“A room of nothing 
No windows or air to breathe 
Just a feeling of numb contentment 
As my soul starts to bleed” 

My conscious mind had made its final pitch 
And it is off to the races 
But I’m moving so slow 
So slow


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JONAH

JONAH


God’s words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh
A great city from which armies against Israel often came.
Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea
Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame.

The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose
And the crew became frightened and began to pray.
They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat
As they pondered who among them should be cast away?

They chose to draw lots to expose God’s offender.
And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call
The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore,
When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God’s law.

Jonah’s body hardly touched the waters of the deep
When up came a huge fish, and swallowed him whole.
From within it’s belly he had time to think of his sins
Make peace with God, and purify his soul.

After three days, the fish swam close to shore
Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed.
Again Jonah heard God’s voice from his heart
Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer’s charm.

Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people
God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways.
To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins
And were told by their king to pray for God’s praise.


By Tom Zart




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UNTITLED parts 1 & 2 (please comment)

you are all a lost generation -- Gertrude Stein ?

I

Once hallowed encephalon 
cavernous cerebral chasms
	now less serene 
		ruptured n' spleen
Subjected to ravenous days?
Days n' illumination?
n' summers hibernation?
Awaiting eschatology and Madonna's divination

In summers somnolent slumbers I was told
In dreams of all truths and history's scrolled
and what a fair delication to unfold
truth rings from the shell aft each reeling beak's descent
Forsake of the shell's salty fleshes derivment

A fleshy flower buds on the briar
To pluck and dissect or leave to admire

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream  

Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth	
did I in dreaming sin for sooth?

Had Queen Mab or Archimago	
	twist my thrice twisted dreams
		with lies, abashing
and which in violence dance and beam
As waves with phosphorus' glow
they in guise clever crashing: gleam 
false sooth, in golden pools of indigo 
ever changing yet constant
As waves upon the shore
	singing
Sometimes soft and melancholy
Sometimes malice, as to destroy

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream 
II

Oh my visage
how it pales in the light beside... 
	her 
		my madonna 
my oracle my day
Darkness in its defined fray
and I Amidst a Yeats' Byzantine nightmare 
to linger, to consist, to decay, an ill-stared heir
	a doxology,
		       pregnant with heterodoxy. 

Paling in comparison, in cavernous fright
days n' days and infinite blight
Static tremors. Intangible vibrations
	Winter
		Summer
			Solstice
Hibernation

To seek what lay beneath
the countenance of the Madonna
the purity
The past I prospectively reap
	n' seep
		n' sow
The city's concrete catacombs glow  
The future in night
day's abrasive
in its own right
reside in the day
confide in night
Rage, rage and endless blight 
in dreaming escape day n' days of 
a lifetimes endless death, in love 

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream  





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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Aquarian Dream II- Leaving Kali Yuga

A glimpse in your gilded eyes Tells me all inside your lieing mind How can you Stand without a spine How can you speak without a will Failed to announce the pain Will they realize the illusion Is it all to late? The lies that are so common Have put up a delusion Infront Of the people's mind So deep away from the dark Will we come when father is coming For us, is it all to late? Soft little messenger I dare you to spread the word About our dying world All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king I see the light of a dawning Age Let a new era begin An Aquarian dream a day where we are all free Inside our minds; our hidden refuge But there's no need to hide perfection Concordia shall be our queen Justice, independence, liberty are our only virtues free to be whoever our heart let's us be Go to the tower, strike the bell Soft little messenger And tell of Victory All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainetd with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king


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The Boatman's Song 12/ Many

The Boatman’s Song   			12/Many

The Princess made an excuse before her father 
So that her step Uncle may not know 
That she had started planning  
To tackle all those, who were making a conspiracy 
Against her father 
About which, she had come to know only that day
But her step Uncle was not knowing, that she had just heard
About his treachery to kill her father and to remove her 
So that he may capture her kingdom  

She knew that any moment, her step Uncle would be here 
And suddenly she saw, another horse coming towards them
On which was a man much younger in age than her father
Her Uncle was quite stout with a face full of cheating and cunning ness             
And his mind was busy, in creating some deeper designs
But this was known only to Princess YogMaya*
Who had overheard accidentally, how he was planning to kill the King

YogMaya came near her father, who was although a King
But was looking like a helpless ruler, because of his age
And because of the curse, of not being blessed by any Prince 
As a Prince could have very well looked after the King and Queen
As well as, the young Princess YogMaya  
Whom her father used to call lovingly by Many names 
Her father’s favorite YogMaya the princess was too young
To tackle the treacherous conspiracies, which were being hatched
In the absence of strength in the arms of her father 
And the needed sharpness which is required in a King’s mind   
Her father was too old now to act as an effective king


Ravindra 						to continue …..

Kanpur India   15th January 2010


Note: The story contains many imaginary characters along with the
Gods, Goddesses from the Indian Mythology and from the golden era 
Of Ancient Indian History. To make this epic drama interesting I have tried to
Cover only those things, which are based on the true Indian culture and 
Hindu religion as per Vedas, Upnishad’s and Gita etc. which are the foundation 
of our true Hindu religion and Indian philosophy and which says that entire 
universe is our family. “Vasudeo Kutumbukum*”.  All faiths leads towards that one 
Omnipresent, only the paths may differ, respect them all.  As and when historic characters 
would be taken I will let the readers know, in order to appreciate the entire Drama in the 
light of Hindu Mythology, Indian philosophy and Ancient Indian History.

Ravindra


     * Yog Maya     Name given to Princess by her father the King
     * Darshan       Hindi word for Philosophy


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Emancipation of birth

Retrospect to known nature warriors dress its accustom. 
Sense of judgment gained knowledge offered peace return to respect.
Haunted in nature to applaud past as live in its present.
Detached from its cord cried in first breath.
Founded in motion of sickness awakening in deep sleep pace through its regret. 

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A Shadow in God's Eyes

If you earnestly seek God
and make your supplication
for His saving grace
be pure and upright in your living
and He will make you prosper
in your rightful place

though you started out small
the power of  your faith 
will have been increased
consider the things
that are of God
discover His perfect peace

because your days on earth
are but a shadow in  God's eyes
seek to gain his knowledge and wisdom
then obtain your eternal prize


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The Darkest Secret

They move about behind the scenes,
Between the dark and horrid screams!

They leave a trail with icy breath,
That follows through with certain death!

They follow quick,and follow fast.
They lead with howls of hollow past!

You cannot run,you cannot hide,
Until their thirst is satisfied!

But noone knows unto this day,
The darkest secret,who are they?


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A Slight Perchance Merry

Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature 
immortal,
for there we are.

Again, and again,
we do sojourn.

I am yes... so 
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.

There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a bit John Dee, an Angel at the 
Window.

If thee suffer, dire 
agonies, a bit widowed.
Be a courageous summoner
of spirits, altruistic
virtuous.

A graceful tidbit
of gentle music, 
in utero, a triad teaching,
Wolfgang Mozart, toi Asmodeus.
A whimsy fair-gypsy lady,
a mythological Magic Flute,
mine you yearn to play,
a malady.

A Hermetic philosophy
suggest a whee Feminist.
Duality Luna, luminary
A trois, virgin Diana,
suggest an Agrippa von 
Nettesheim.

Le Mors, history past
Beelzebubian, 
a' tres joli
Cherubian.

Attainability
cerebellum, cerebrum 
vena sacrificulus, 
parry only valerius, 
Heroine erroneous.

Divination, divinity
hence, epicus Mortuus.
A fancy Miding Mallecho,
mysteriosis.

An Apparition
proclaiming amnesty,
apparthied.
Come once humanity,
come twice, Judaeus
Christio.  Our souls
allied.

Furthermore, henceforeward
questioning Faith and its
epitome of Fable.  
Through an act of man 
to woman fine, 
young, and able.

Sexuality in visionary
quest, Ceasarian
Tantrism.
A renounce all knowledge
flesh, "invisible mistresses,"
consummation "'isms'. . ."
my "Miss."

Divinitas tetigit
Excelso Anxietic.
Mysticus Dolor. . . 
Heavenly angel Ovus,
as we soar.

A gayly expressive,
our Osirion knowledge
progressive.  
An abundance exuberated, 
serpent wisdomatic,
A co-union of spirit, momentarily
spurratic.

So, oui my love, romance
E plurubus scientific.
A yield, yours and mine,
Seraphic.

Transmutation, Aquarius y
Angelique, a beautiful devas
kingdom dynastique, 
a new world of expressive 
faerie.
Forevermore, forevermore. . .
A slight perchance merry!


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Faith

Blind faith in the truth..... Words are
poisoned by the lonelyness of
thought....Serperate ur being from urself
dont listen to the calls of stranger that are
not credible....Invate the uninvited declare
war on peace....... Magnificent miracles
missed by ur human eyes and ur conventural
conditioned mind......Reinvent urself wash
away the slave god give u....... Enjoy ur
soul and wisdom ur mistakes bring ....Only
live once so dont dig an early grave crave
disire and the unwritten rules....... Worship
urself even if u cant recalm ur
mind.....Souls with holes lost.....But
willing to search for a deeper understanding
of what came before and what u leave
behind...Miscellaneous mischievous
misconceptions fool u into beleaving second
hand lies as the truth....How happy or
disapointed are u with ur own life....How
many of u cry urself to sleep....


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debaser

Opposing blades split artery walls,
 like slender ubbraided reddish hairs.
Scrutinizing concealed glands
 before a motion picture camera.

Meat to overcome oppisition,
 distressing persistance of control.
Sideshow characters resembling their reputation,
 pungent expressions of their slang.
Progress feeds the timepiece
 with slovenly dejection.
Skillfull vigor regulates the channels
 of slurring outbursts of temper.
Sensually inclined to temptation,
 congregations enticed by violent pleasure.
The superiority of the throne's officers,
 publicly proclaimed
for their ability as weapons.
 Biblical roots for their offensive formation,
providing brutal direction.
 Solicitting the groups disapproval
of the fringes defiance.

Multi-farious fruits of ambiguity
 conconcted among the stars and planets;
all beneath the skin of 
 of your eyelids.
Awakening to a lamentable
 confused darkness.
A painful birth 
 from a muddy hole 
of welfare status.
 Collectively force-fed
forbidden sexual substance,
 crumbs of death cups
from the altars
 of Gog and Magog.
Priests with robes like jelly-fish
 emitting light
into the depth of emptiness
 and night.

Issuing debts 
 of natural desires;
obediance to the 
non-perishing salesman.
 His unsegmented body 
holds ownership
 over culture.
Plastic organs and tissues,
 poisonous fluids flowing red
for the populations impanation.
 An ostentatious diamond
of intelligence,
 an historic insight
from a throne
 of the slain sickly.
Vast and unyielding,
 baseless materialists
transmitting a visionary war;
 A sythetic savior,
we are saved by your glands.
 Bonelike heads of animals
emptied into the coals.

The tossing crowds 
in the passages of worthless cities.
 Twelve tribes of a spoiling population
with knees bent,
 intoxicated upon the carrion
of a righteous lion.
 A barbarous self-interest
regulating their prey 
 through glass screens,
destroying all value
 with permanent doubts,
and a deeply notched discomfort in their hearts;
 a thouroughly communicative
injurious ink of acid
 seperating the indispensable
from the indivisable ingratitudes
 of wichedness and injustice.
A polished mouthpiece;
 for the ornamental rhetoricians
of Tophet.



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Clash

Vanquished supremacy unheeded aggression silenced by convenient 
misfortune, hate-inspired situations seen as insufficient served a purpose of 
deliberate lies. Decency has lost all morale a savory demeanor obviated with 
every stench of passing days, the ambitions of these April criminals shifted the 
balance of world power a famous reprisal stood in return the opinions of a few in 
times not earned. Outrage and out cries in tradition they turned a blind eye false 
expectations and absurd accusations used to impose honorable shock and 
awe. Improbable defeat the ultimate clash of concentrated might to orchestrate a 
final scenario the machine of revolution and the beating of the war drums has 
reached it's prime. What will emerge from this clash of enormous burden 
preemptive pain will be sought in vain a permanent conflict will prosper, 
extraordinary times are always flawed by design.


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The Kingdom Key

It was the dispenser and me you see, 
We went around His universal globe.
To you we dispensed our kingdom key.
We took it all around for each to probe.
We were showing it off for so many who believe.
We became life’s essential elements of great size.
Heart pounding and mind blowing are our wise. 
Inadvertently I impenetrably rest myself at ease. 

We demonstrated a flattering tale to a wondrous twist of fate. 
And there it was I found those having too much lack thereof!
We even isolated their last examining scholar updated by faith.
I had not one care even if they swayed to, fro below or up above.
We even set forth a disputed everlasting undeniable act of love. 
We deciphered truth and eliminated lies that could just never be for real.
We posted signs declaring our liberty and justice for every single appeal.
I need not even begin telling you the story of my bending down to kneel. 

I mean like wow we were obvious not the least bit inconspicuous in our style.
Yet, we were condemned and rejected by every single human put to this trial; 
Enough was enough until they all stood in correction tipping scales in defile. 
So I just stood there polishing up on my nails and making myself worthwhile.
I tell you we never have seen anything quite like this before, 
At least not on this magnitude of distance we have traveled.
Genetically speaking elements come alive inside of my core.
Then seeds of life do nothing except to continuously unravel.
Only the great shall succeed and wisdom shall take its place.
Simply put and stating my case,
You are in the center of my naval. 
  
Pre-examined or pre-exposed they all just seem to fade away a bit far, 
So far where once I placed in the hands of an angel my rainbow Star,
But I and my dispenser with our kingdom keys remain clear and free. 
I am born just for you time again we reach for the wholeness of today.
Blessed and be Holy to the seeds that be free holding onto my decree. 
It is like this, with me and mine we are in you in each and every way! 
  
  
   


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The Ultimate Makeover: To Be Born Again

the ultimate makeover is to have a Godly change
It's not about a new home or car 
nor your furniture being re-arranged
the ultimate makeover that God wants to see
a makeover that occurs inside of thee
a makeover that concerns 
your heart, your mind and your thoughts 
It's not about the carnal nature of man
nor the lessons in school you've been taught
It's about every experience and those times 
when you've encountered God
it's about being born again 
a makeover of your spiritual heart

think about all those times 
you got through situations unscathed
do you realize that It was the will of God
by which you were saved?
think about that little voice
that is sometimes in your head
that voice that guided you was not instinct, 
but the Holy Spirit instead
It's about all of life's situations, trials and tribulations
and whether or not you've grown from them
and got some life altering clarification

to be born again, It's not just a one time event
to be born in Christ where God's word is ever present
life is a continuous journey
and to live it you can't just stand still
It's a sacred path you must follow 
in order to abide by God's will
so have you been made over
or have you only been made up?
have you changed your inner person
with a renewed spiritual cup?

the challenge in life is not to be focused
only with the outer shell
It's to be concerned with the places
where your inner being dwells
to be all that God wants you to be
you need to get a Christian life insurance policy

for God is a constant
He will never change nor become passe
we need to more like Him
in everything we do and say

Jehovah Jyra, my provider
Jehovah Neshee, my battle fighter
Jehovah Sharma, the ever present one
Jehovah Tiscado, the Righteous Son
In the presence of The Holy Spirit that dwells within
the ultimate makeover is to be born again


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Questions

There are so many things that I'd like to know
but the questions i ask are answered so slow

Like reality!

All time and space why is it so?
And
Why do we think and why do we know?
Why do we live?To reap what we sow?
And when we die where do we go?

What is this life and what is it for?
Why do we live and why do we war?
And for all that we see is there something more
That lies beyond sight that we need to explore?


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THE DEFEAT OF THE ICE KING

The Ice King stood mockingly
The Shadowfire in his cold bony hand
The snow fell
On the land
Upon his freezing hell
 
Send me a knight!
With the courage to take this gem!
Otherwise I will shatter its' heart
In front of all of them
 
A Shadowfire cannot take such cold
Its' light needs warmth and love
Who will fight?
Came the cry from the battlements above
 
The Prince of the North
Cold blue fire in his eyes
Strode forth
To the Great Hall
To find a sword,
that hung on the South wall
 
To sever the head of the Ice King
Return Shadowfire to the Hall
Turn the Wraiths in to nothing
 
So many swords to choose
The lives of many
He cannot lose...
 
As he looked upon the South wall
A mighty sword leapt off
With a rasp of steel
It shot into his hand
All he could feel
Was the strength of all
Of Heartstone
Knights too
 
Five feet of magicked Faerie steel
As a light as air
Yet, strength to feel
 
It cut the air with a swishing bite
A sword to use...
Against the Ice King
To bring back the light
He must not lose
This battle between day and night
 
He strode down to where the Ice King stood
The Prince of the North
A duty to perform
Evil to overthrow
Evil to slay,
amongst the ice and snow
 
The Ice King put the gem into a leather pouch
Sword drawn
With a sly grin,
he went into a fighting crouch
 
The Prince,
his eyes on the gemstone
His sword drawn
The strength of Kings and Knights
He was not fighting alone
 
The swords clashed
Ringing steel
Steel, flashed
A Heartstone sword magicked and true
Took on a strange hue
 
The battle, fought on and on
Hours on the ground
Until night fell
The sparks from the swords
The strange glittering light
The clash of steel the only sound
 
The Wraiths began to screech and wail
For their King
For ,they could see
The Prince weakening
Beginning to fail
 
For, the Prince of the North
Such a dark desperate night
He called for his winter light
The Aurora Borealis came forth
 
It touched his sword,
with new and beautiful light
The Ice King could sense defeat
with a turn and wheel...
A sword flashed
A severed head rolled to a heel
 
An Ice Kings' frozen smile
The Prince of the North,
picked up the head of the Ice King
Threw it among the Wraiths
Then fell to his knees sighing
 
The Shadowfire he took...
From the carcass, the gem
Raised his hand...
The light burst forth
Illuminating the Prince of the North
 


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Inauguration

A light, this drop of sun fell,
washing the darkness from the incomplete,
taking away what never was
and giving what could never be.

Putting motion in the void of growing,
sewing choice in the mind's fabric,
hiding stones left to turn,
the glow did all these things.

But while light was casted upon all
shadows formed beneath they're being,
made by sun but void of light,
never real but existant still.

Dormant below they lied in wait
to walk in the glow they'd never feel,
to try and learn to grow and be
the same as those who bathed in light.


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Harsh travel

Through the wind and thunder
and through the rain and snow
and throught what's a sunder
such a long way to go.




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Blue veil

Blue veil skirmishes its shadow.
Witness recalls object to matter of law.
Judges undecided no ruling made certain of flaw.
Weakness in difference as higher courts rules 
Unrevealing blue hiding its shadow.
Just a little distortion angled crowd of tumbles.
Still meets our expectations to guarantee rounds.
All respected decision quietly bow self destructions.


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Intelligence..so hard to explain..

Our game is joyful and it is already 
tommorrow for me, my king, so i will praise
my eternal soul, tommorrow of the day when
time stopped and the ticking inside my head
has ceased to desist and i can speak again
knowing full well that the ticking will come
to life again and again as it was before...
is it not the fine logic of ones tainted 
mind of the young but the old and demented
learn the faster but decease the faster as
the young ignore the knowledge they were
born with as they read what they already
know but still fail in this world of....
Beautiful...
Watching you and waiting, in the dark or
in the light...no matter, he's there no 
matter what, but it will happen as the clouds fall and hit the earth as the dirt rises 
as the clouds and stain the horizon murky brown and the water glistens 
beautifully as the clouds shroud it with 
mist of the fine condensation of the water
which used to be the limit...
alas know not who thy are, thy speak 
nonsense as thy speak to thy skainsmate,
try not to picture what a head off a body 
would look like, you know do you not that
the.....
God and Devil are my friends, I need to know
them, but the devils still beating his wife
....and God is just trademarking everything
....and the sun is still out but the rains
still there..hello...


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Dream in mirror

In dreams surpassing the beast.
Fly its shadow thunder in black forest.
Reflection in mirror hawk passions its pray.

As become touch in light rays reveal opportunities.
Realms to steep anger respects mortal passages.
Self esteem proud to refurbish never land.


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Silence

Silence a gray cloud wishing to turn baby blue. 
Find its rules sailing towards harsh wind.
Challenge is simply as rays to change.
Without turning anger grows declare war.


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Kings and Queens

Sun dappled shadows
Reflecting spirit’s form
Moss covered standing stones
From afternoon still warm
The kings and queens of yesterday
Yet hold the evensong
Prayers for peace prosperity
A right for every wrong
With every war that has been fought
Upon these sacred grounds
Run fast the blood of future lives
And yet the drum deep sounds
Calling soul to hold a place
Upon the earth still fair
Stay the sword for truce by might
Lends your grace to bear
A heart that bleeds for all life held
Within the hands of fate
Behold the truth where patterns meld
And time she runs too late
The past and future meet as one
Where power thickens still
And stately folk are seen at night
Still gathered on high hill.


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bella vista beautiful lady of arkansas

consider that you have discovered a place that was once
a exotic place for the rich and famous of the world which
is in utter overgrowth of scattered blocks of fireplace
blocks and cinder.  a rather ghostly place that involves
a long drive up a two way tree lined median that
culminates to a circular drive.  

directly below the circular drive a few scattered fragments of old bottom 
buildings certain to have held whatever old hotels held
in the  past/

all these elements  of the old place look over a summit
which over looks a scalloped mountain edge into the 
new bella vista, Arkansan.  

now i have returned after a two month illness with my
camera in hand and ready to scoop up
the substance of this wonderful old place.

alas, .....the ground is clear.......
a big old yellow cat equipment 
has taken its very soul.

there is no longer even the chimney within sight
the old beautiful children playground that i walked 
on in my last visit  is gone  including the old jungle
jim.  even the rock pathways are gone and there
is one piece of metal sticking up out of the ground
in a mound of dirt as if it were calling for attention.


nothing is here but the morning sun beating  down on
my head.  i slowly withdraw my camera and decide
to keep the picture of beauty in my mind from the
first visit

as i leave, i am too depressed to do anything
except stop and view a giant blackberry bush
bearing blackberries every where.  i do not
pick even one.  too much has been taken from
this place without ceremony.

by janetta harrington.


Details | Rhyme | |

reign makes the world go round

water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
   a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
   fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
   yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
   as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife

whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
   golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
   from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
   condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
   serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub

lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
   appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
   yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
   of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task  type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
   watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!


Details | I do not know? | |

~ Always II ~

And personally, humbly, I have been blessed I feel to have escaped its snares....

Its blinding, stealing, restrictive chains....A quagmire of its intent!

For I have been given the light of true knowledge I believe

And a wisdom found, between their words-for no longer do I view, nor do I hold

This wisdom of man, as of any great importance unto myself

Not in this world, nor even within myself-for what, do I really know!?

What, could I ever know, that would mean anything, except, this...."Jesus Christ Crucified"

Everything else unto me, if not balanced and put into true perspective, in regards

To everlasting life....Is mere folly, and essentially, dangerous terrain!?

For to pursue the material, the tangible, the temporal....

Holds no wisdom or knowledge to me at all! And the monetary things within this place

Along, with all the fame, and all the glory, could not be hung as a price

Even, upon one soul! This world, is no more than a passing wind for me now

An empire of dust~An epilogue, of a story that once was! And to cast myself, ever again

In pursuit of these things, would be like unto me, as entangling myself

Within a mountainous web and ocean, of darkened quicksand-a maze as big as a galaxy

And then, trying to get, swim, and find, my foolish way out!?

And so, as I think of Freud, Einstein, Aristotle and Michelangelo

Lives, passages, time, the universe, ultimate essence, and, mere shadows....

The world, myself, "Life!" Here and now, then and there, "Forever?" 

I watch myself, I train myself, I search myself, I look, for, "God," everyday!

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

                                              ~ Always ~


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Siren Odyssey

Once, A Time, I Was Accused To Be
Like A Siren of The Sea
As Ones In Ulysses’ Odyssey
but, No … That Was Not Me …

Those Sirens, Lured To Death
They Were Lethal Temptresses
Like Myth of Cursed Lilith
Or Like Real-Life, Eve Transgressed

They, With Beauty, and Beckoning Ropes Hung
Bound, Beguiled-Men in Rose-Blossom Arms
And Spoke with Honeycomb-Tongue
But Whose Hearts, Held Hidden Harm-Swarms …

No … I Should Not Be Compared
To Those, with Honor So Blurred
I Have Only Shared and Cared and Bared
… So, In What Way, Have I Erred ?

It Took Many Years To Be
And Much Salt-Water To Rinse Free
From What Others Say and See
And Drown Out Complexity

Yea, I Do Call, I Do Agree …
but, I Sing To The Brave and Eternity
And When I Pray … It Is Holy
And for A Soul's Safety, Only

Oh Yes, I Whisper, Clean and Sweetly
And My Tone Thrills or Trills So Softly
And My Voice Can Arch With Ecstasy
Or Timbrel in Throes – Dawn to Dusk, Sultry

And I Speak Words, As Perfumed Nard
Speak Words, That Leave A Silken, Silver Cord
Or Speak Words of Double-Bladed Sword
… After All, I Am A Female-Bard

And I Want To Learn and Recite More Victories
And Teach Each Other’s Verbatim-Stories
Discover Each Other’s Verbal-Mysteries
And God and My Lord’s Vocal-Oratories

And With The Moon, As Symbol-Shield of Light
Yes, I Rise To Conquer Oblivion-Nights
I Keep Faith and Courage, In Sight
Aglow for Good-Guys and Cowboy-Knights

I’m A Sensual-Woman, and of Sacred-Things
I’m Emotional, Yet … Aim For Deep-Think and Dreams
Now, Some Called The Lord A Glutton, for Eating and Drinking         ( Matt. 11: 19 )
So Some Call Me A Siren, ‘Cause They Want Me To Stop Speaking …

But, Worthy, Be The Ear, That I Speak To
And Shyly Cry and Whisper … My Secrets To
And If Only A True-Higher-Calling, Will Do
Then, I’ll Sound, That Siren, For You …

This Is The Siren Song, You Hear
 Not One, For You To Fear
My Volume, is not Too Loud, But Clear
Singing, Avoid Shadows, Avail Cheer ! !

No … I’m Not Some Fish-Tale Mermaid of The Sea
More Like A Lighthouse, Guiding To Rock, See:                         ( Deu. 32: 4 )
Ever Glowing, Ever Orbing … Audibly …
The MoonBee - Siren Odyssey

Once, A Time, I Was Accused To Be
Like A Siren of The Sea
As Ones In Ulysses’ Odyssey
but No … That ' Isn’t ' Me …


Details | Epic | |

Does God Answer Prayers?

children are dying, mothers are crying, fathers are in despair
many are wondering does God answer prayers?
sexual immorality, global terrorism, cops too quick to kill
brothers on the down low, politicians on the make, C.E.O.s too eager to steal
if you go back to the very beginning
to Eden, the place of original sinning
where mankind then became fully aware
that a higher power has placed us here
when humankind came to finally comprehend
that God the Creator is our eternal friend
He gave us His love, freewill and sound minds
He told us to love one another and to each other be kind
He gave us instructions on how to live life right
the Bible, so full of wisdom, truth and light
yet when bad things happen or when people become ill
why does the world think that it was God's will?

we hurt each other, we hate each other 
and inflict upon ourselves great harm
we slander each other, we shoot at each other 
and put toxic drugs into our own arms
yet many people have the nerve 
to say this is not the life they deserve
He gave us life and sent His Son to offer us salvation
yet we keep getting ourselves into precarious situations
we need to open our minds and hearts to simply see
that this isn't what God had in mind when He determined our destinies

does God answer prayers? does He hear what we say?
does God answer prayers, or has He forgotten us today?
I can't answer that question nor can I even explain
but I have a question for you, does God even know your name?
God is not a convenient device like that tire you keep as a spare
so don't call on Him to service you like a stud or brood mare
if it's based on how you live your life and your behavior
why should God grant you a blessing, mercy or favor?
what have you done to honor Him or to help your fellow man?
what have you done to add to His story or follow His life living plan?
I can't speak for God but I feel deep in my heart
that God does answer prayers and He hears our words
God answers prayers and we each get what we deserve
it's not about what we want and desire
it's about God giving us what we need and require

so first seek the Kingdom that is Jesus Christ
then let God have complete control of your life
lean not towards your own understanding
abide by the things God is commanding
and the next time you call on God remember to give Him thanks
let your words be from the heart, just be honest and frank
acknowledge Him, praise Him and show Him that you care
for God is of forgiveness and He does answer prayers









Details | Epic | |

Of Venus

As stars reflect
the knowledge
of the sacred.

The boiling seas
of the Cosmos
churn acrid.

Upon the nurturance
of Venus', passionate
quivering calls
exclaimed.

The essence of
God's wrath
lovingly made tame.

As the chariots
of love, upon the
courtships of epic
virtue, possess.

Our goddess sisters,
import the specialty
of rule, for which 
the governs
obsess.

As Boreas' trumpet
sounds ecstatic
bliss.

The Rosicrucian
passion bells
hither, a faint to
a swaying and
hiss.

As the murmuring 
embers of the 
divine left
receded.

Hour of humanities
no time of present,
so subtley,
defeated.

As upon death,
a mummy spreads
its rein.

The resurrection
of the Sons of Man,
all for not,
in vain.

The seduction of 
fertility and the 
mysteries left to 
relish.

All made bitter
upon showers
of mourn,
to embellish.

When upon 
the merry company
of our divine,
Saints, roused
along Lethe.

A brother to 
you, oh dainty
beholder of truth,
as yours in 
Seth.

The disillusionment
of our fathers
petty, immortal
opportunity
made solemn.

The wisest of 
men, why,
amongst the 
true, made golem.

Take precedence,
then and now,
where'st upon
your throne 
of pride.

As the winds
of wrath swarnly
blown, our savior
side to side.

In due notion
a precedence
of time,
without respect.

A fulfillment
of God's love, 
our souls to 
resurrect.

As Dragons
drew the chariot
of night, 
and profound
duration.

A cowards sword
in hand, his
skewer's elation.

As stars reflect
the knowledge 
of the sacred.

Humanities, why. . .
derision for dole,
left shaken.

As prophets
emit, as seen
thus. . . .

When stars do 
let fall
the Sun, 
pray thee,
a heavenly Venus.


Details | Epic | |

UNTITLED (parts 3, 4 & 5) Please comment (READ UNTITLED 1 & 2 FIRST)

Please read "Untitled" (part 1 & 2 first)

III

Never are the odious so aware
Of their shortcomings as when facing Madonna
      	so fine and fair
My Madonna...
I sat reflecting while inspecting my Madonna
As she twirled a lilly in her hair
while playfully directing
a meandering blind holy men
in the avenues of America
seeking, Athens 
as if expecting
	Virility
		Fertility
summer twice a year 
standing with basket
desperate to catch, a muse's tear
insolent, in eclipsed brilliance

In the elongated, exaggerated
shadow of dead poets' illumination
here I stand as a shadow against truth
Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth
Do stars they gazed on still remain 
glistening through the cosmic, extragalactic plains
or does just the light now travel
fleeing some still darker stain
a requiem and universes' past
or 'haps an epithelium... 
as we children are told
"that mystic things in time remain" 
reflecting on waters still lustrous
Reflecting over all the tributaries of the Mississippi

A generation lost
and I -- lost in hindsight
Rage, rage and endless blight
in dreaming escape day n' days of 
a lifetimes endless death, in love 

IV

To their reflected desires
of my own as well
	Obsessed
		Obsessed
to Consume the night
and empty nest

To Madonna's purity and ideological reflection
But how can I convince divinity’s rejection?
Should I wish the atomic explosive asunder –
Universal extraction; Infinite blunder
Once and finally to come across
The cosmic oceanic ebb
Its odious and conduit web
If only to immerse my head 
Beneath the transfigured river bed
Deep in Heavens ethereal spring
Where chained like the sea
I in sleeping shall sing
...or dream of singing sweet, to thee

V

Singing here like the burning Arnaut
And Romanticism last fleeting thought 


Details | Senryu | |

Micro Macro



                                                         epic is macro

                                               compact discipline in art

                                                         haiku is micro


Details | Haiku | |

The Man

no matter what you think of me
i'm still the man 
you ask me what i believe in
i'll tell you what i believe in 
beside God
i believe in my cognitive capacities
i'm the greatest poet ever lived
my life,my past,present and future 
make me who i am
i become whole every morning
my past mistakes
make me the strongest man in deed
i'm the man


Details | Free verse | |

ULYSSES

ULYSSES

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. 1

Cross legged I await 
Heavens beams, to embrace
to bundle to lash with twine
	drifting wood 
While the waves whip the beache's grace

I hold the smooth forked roots in hand 
Roots in time can break stone 
and mold it like the water is able 
Water that feeds the root 
Sun that feeds the fingers

I ask not much old sea
Dashing dead against stones
Barnacles tear at flesh and vessel
low birds impale the shell
to eat salty flesh

Everything and nothing is water
Eternal yet fleeting
Comforting yet cold
Supportive yet unwieldy
Reflective yet transparent
Hungry yet quenchless

Ye oldest mare 
whose rising breasts swell
and hungry opens cavernous
to consume both breast and beam
 
Her victims wash about my feet

Ripen, swell abreast
resign this earth

Death who she knows best
who winged I've seen
who in decay keeps fertile, she
who drinks endless of streams immortal

I await her sea-nymphs call for me
Though I alone shall not quell
her endless thirst, 
	when half submersed.
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell

Deus pasit corvos*


Tempest 1. 2   (1)
God feeds the ravens*


Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


Details | Free verse | |

Apocalypse



The challenging quests
of my dreams
did not discourage me
from continuing to believe

So I am reverting,

as in my most lucid nightmares
I entered the toxic realm
surrounded by the scent of gore

I could feel ~ I could smell
the ominous presence
of the cryptic marauders

humanely insane beings
who are mindless savages
self-hating socio-paths

whose only language
divulges in deception
their solid fists
and murderous machines

their tongues
have reveled
in humiliating
and consuming
this very Holy
god forsaken place
we call home

I entered the maze
lost and yet confident
secretly revengeful
to place my detoxifying
touch in hopes to erase
the forces that try to wipe
out the entire meaning
of existence

Life,

as I was taught
by warriors of the
same trade, yet wiser
I stay calm, cool
and confident
not to reveal my
identity

this new face
you won't find any
stitches, for they are gone
while my scars are
healed completely

my crystal eyes observes
fearless I remain cautious
intricate deep silence

empty paths are scattered
with remnants of lives
lost and captured souls
remain invisible

the living, the beauty
transformed
now molecules dissipate

the only trace the marauders
toxic unworthy evidence of
human feces

yet there is hope
for there remains the life
of those who refused
to misconstrue their faith

discussion will empower
the hearts who believe
when they interact
with the crystal eyes
who will make it all
complete by the
grace of God.



Copyright © 2007 Kristin Roth-Davis


Details | Personification | |

The Trainer

The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.

Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.

Articulate in balancing those massive scales, 
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.

Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.

The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!


Details | Epic | |

I lost my Marbles (Children's Prose)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

The Thief and Divinity

"And to those Spirits that beckon 
me, doeth wisdom unto him."

As the night awoke from its 
slumber, 
the moon 
reflected a dull glow.  
The thief's testimony
spoken.

The romance had ended, 
love's glimmer lost, 
like ancient civilizations.  
The lost maiden's 
heart, 
broken.

Weeping cries of despair 
echoed throughout the night, 
like faeries,
ill-begotten.  
Alchemy's desperation.

"Seduce my soul with your essence,
fancy my pleasures 
with your tempestuous acts of lust 
and yearnful wanton.  
Take me to a new zenith,
 of ecstasy, delight me,
 with your cosmic love, 
and inspiring creativity."

The thief, thinking vehemently, 
like the roaring winds 
of a harsh storm.
Crashing, 
daunting, 
jaunts of frustration.

"Taketh from me, my life, and
what is, so ever-precious to me.
Taketh from you death, everlasting
life, you'll see," the thief, 
softly versed.

Feelings arose within the mistress maiden.
The dimlit dusk of evening,
the faeries of the forest willfully
swayed with the sagging treetops, 
as always.  
As the night moved on, 
Death would be approaching -
The Death of Renewal.  
A spiral 
of chaos, 
beckoning,
sheer agony.  
Direction is found, 
time is restored,
the phantasm sways and ripples 
with each pulsation the stars emit.

As the night, 
still approaching 
with a hunter's prowess,
opened up,
like a mother,
to her child's embrace.

Suddenly. . . 
Venus cried out, 
shining,
a most vibrant array.

May we, consider
for a moment, 
spectral thief 
and mistress maiden, 
these abstract perils 
of a ferocious Satan.

Retaliation came
from the supernatural duo.  
So softly they replied. . .

The love that was made 
was with
the deepest passions, 
neither faulted.
In full bloom, 
a blossoming 
yellow rose hearkened,
a new day, 
the Sun exalted.





Details | Dramatic monologue | |

This I Know for Sure

many people read the Bible and doubt the very story
that a virgin girl gave birth to a child who became God's glory
why is it so very hard for people to just believe?
that God can do anything that we humans can perceive

it's not a question of man's logic nor a question of man's reason
to believe that God appeared in the flesh on earth for one brief season
the one thing that man must understand about the spiritual world
it's that it does not always conform to whatever man has seen or heard
the spiritual realm deals with matters on an unseen astral plane
it's not just black and white but shades of gray that can't always be explained

miracles themselves are acts and deeds of a Godly manifestations
improbable and extraordinary occurrences that defy mere explanation
it's unlikely that many non-believers will or even can comprehend
that a girl from that time could become pregnant without intercourse coming in
we're in the age of technology, logic, sound reason and thoughts
but the spiritual realm does not apply to the principles mankind has been taught

Mary was touched by the Hand of God and then she did conceive
it was the desire of our Lord God, HIs Holy seed she would receive
a virgin, a young teenage girl untouched by any man
specifically chosen to be an integral part of God's master plan

it's not so hard for anyone who believes in the Lord Jesus Christ
to know the He was God in the flesh, the Word and the light
He was a gift, a present Himself from Father God above
He came to show us mercy and grace and God's unconditional love
the Son of Man, the Prince of Peace, Emmanuel is His name
Our Deliverer, Our Salvation Who died for our sins and our shame
He came to show us how to live and love the right way
God's initial concept  from which mankind had strayed
born to Mary,a young virgin girl and her carpenter husband-to-be
Joseph, a descendant form the line of King David, thus fulfilling the prophecy

from Gensis to Revelations for over a thousand year time span
Prophets, Judges, Kings and disciples revealed parts of God life-living plans
how is it possible that so many different people from all walks of life
and for so many years
could tell a continuous and complete narrative, 
if the presence of God was not here?
it's not about logic nor sound reason it's about so much more
that Jesus Christ was God's begotten son and 
this I know for sure








Details | Epic | |

Weekender Volume One

(“Radio Free Europe” solemnly mourns our solitary grace.) 

I partitioned thought
Upon his waist
Versace vespers voiced,
Provincial pinstripes caress 
Accentuated vulgarities,
Transparent titillation, 
“Trans- Atlantic
Servile Alex”
Ineffectual
Intellectuals,
Nostalgic nudity,
Consistently demure, 
Brunette, unattainable,
Pre-emptive self depreciation,

Her justice,
His additional mathematics,
Phrasing praise, pulling pints
Unto a lacquered finish,
Convoluted, contrived,
Ultimately perfect,

Impressionistic hues, 
Plaintive perception
Penalised as 
Keane sports the hoops,
McLeish begs to differ,
Paisley feuds rhythmic rues 
Ardently converse,
Platonic tonics 
Botanic Avenue,

Pubs walk the pub talk
Along post natal promenades,
Soluble catheters 
Empathise within,
Awoke by a synthetic kiss;

“Lads, the same time next week?”

“Ai, if you’re buying…”


Details | Epic | |

The bridge

In dreams of making loughing stars from nightmares,
Will not retire as its voted against wiping wonders of world.
Waives in nature as define in realm magical surrounders,
Making itself refurbishing deserts in return of forests.
Only hope I have my bridge in my dreams stand still.


Details | I do not know? | |

If There Were

If there were no such thing
As shadows and darkness,
Our precious sight would be blinded
By so much light...
God... He only allows evil to exist,
Because He knows what is "best".

Like the yin and yang;
This Universe
Needs a balanced scale.
We cannot have air without
These sinfully contaminated waters.
We cannot have (cannot achieve) true happiness
Without pain and suffering.

(We shall all be set free some day.)
If there were no devil,
We wouldn't make any mistakes
To learn from.
The father of lies is that darkness
That resides within our minds.

We breathe the air to live,
And then we go to that Holy Place,
Our wings will appear and we fly through that same air.
Yet, not matter where we exist...

The two greatest alliances
Duel and fight in a celestial war.
Though these Great Leaders fight...
He, The One who is Right,
Is wise enough (on certain days) to be showing us
What would happen...
If there were too much or too little of anything.
He uses the light and darkness
To help us live and learn.
Most of all, we cannot spiritually evolve
Without His Great Love...

This [His] Universe [Unity]
Needs a balanced mix of things,
So then... imagine if there were either
No God or even no darkness
And see how the world would be
If there were no balance.


Details | Free verse | |

The Damned

Pale as a corpse, she seems to be;
her spirit and soul, both, cold and empty.
Too long ago, she had rejected her faith.
She, now, is imprisoned in the form of a wraith.
Her spirit, cursed to dwell forever encased
where she denounced beliefs she had once embraced.
The blasphemous words with which she cursed
are now destined, never, to be reversed.
In her God’s anger she was struck down,
her final rest shall never be found.
She dwells in sorrow day and night,
never again embraced by the all-healing light.
Haunting, for eternity, in her woodland tomb;
her soul had strayed and shall ever be doomed.
Trapped inside an immortal nightmare,
for all to see, her soul was laid bare.
Destined never to leave this place,
her soul and surroundings are in sad disgrace.
When night is in its darkest hour
and the rain falls in a melancholy shower -
the wind, it seems to cry as well 
and still, she exists in her solitary Hell. 


Details | Free verse | |

Useless Empire

There they sit
making believe a piece of paper
gives you immunity and makes you holy
God hae you the world
you spit it back in his son's face
like you built the empire with your own hands
you damn a man for not bieng educated
you laugh at the working man
God forbid if you have to work for a dolllar
given the world, you want more
living off your parents
like the scum you are
partying everyday, sitting around and wasting away
beer bottles, drunks, bisexual orgies
the Roman Empire is alive and well in L.A.
forgive my eyes for seeing the truth
I'm the cabdriver looking through the rearview mirror
I'm watching the scum and sleaze move about
I'm wiping the blood off the back seat
I sit and watch as the thrash piles up
I see a woman, she believes she is happy
praising her friends and family 
like the god and goddesses they are not
i see her stepdad sleazing about 
seeing other women who are not his wife
unfaithul and uncaring, he yells at his wife
believing the noise will drown out reason
all the education and borrowed money in the world
doesn't change the fact he is useless and disgusting
money and education don't hide the truth
my eyes don't see in vien
despite the pain
I know now, the woman I once loved
is just another useless pile of thrash
forgive me for working for my dollar
I'm just human, trying be myself
I don't want to be piled up with the other thrash


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Meadows Set Abliss

As gentle winds parlayed
their enchantments
upon the galleys of
meadows set abliss.

Rose petals of romance
and desire, 
were softly strewn about, 
carelessly,
as lovers amidst a kiss.

As the golden sun
portrayed, 
the treasures that are
found, thee within.

The grace of God's 
divinity hearkened,
embellishing our untimely
sins.

As the dew that nestled
the love we shared,
renewing our innocence
angelic.

Our eyes revealed
the essence of
heavenly passions,
a unifying relic.

Sojourning as ancient
lovers do, 
upon euphoria's bliss, 
antiquite.

Gentle winds
parlayed the myth,
of divine love, 
in secret.


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Ageless War

As they tend to do on ghoulish nights
the souls are screaming an endless cite
together the sound will end the fight
as the souless warriors all unite
they wonder in ever aimless march
they walk together in rounded arch
they cease as sounds of stringless harps
play deadly tones of rising starch
for todays the day that satans born
as hell is opened in endless scorn
the gate of death in ever form
the doorways open souls are torn
heaven hears the banshees fall
the angels of life begin the call
as wings of mighty resting tall
the flight begins for the endless war
the shining beams of white will show
the proud of savior carry them low
as swooping of good will begin the blow
the war of ages will now bestow
father time has just been slain
the devils work to heed the pain
the angels try but cant regain
as time stands still the war remains
planets fall unto the sun
the gods work now see satan run
as rocks will fall from heavens gun
the star of light now dark wings won
clouds they part the flight of life
swoops down below in endless flight
as souls are stolen from the night
no sun to see whos wrong whos right
the ageless war still in the now
no angels of light for you to bow
but all remains unto the brow
of life on earth is forever in prowl
for you and i are in this fight
who side do you declare to right
for you and i have no more tears
for the fight will last a many years
the wings have fallen to the ground
the horns have risen up but not found
they somehow met in ghastly earth
guess what you and i are one from birth


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To Tan A Ripper Hyde

As the receding 
nestles of dying
love 
in full bloom,
now 
sadly blown away.

The seasons of 
the massacreing 
tides of Autumn,
the soothing winds
of change,
now gently at bay.

As love's decree
of passion 
resides at chamber,
felt within the door.

To conjure a broom
for everyone to hold,
peasantry, pleasantry,
a harlot,
and a merciful whore.

There is passion
hidden beneath
the swirling cosmos,
a treasure found
within thee.

Like the hearkening
cries,
 of Dove's. . .
made beautiful,
peace be with me.

As songbirds sing
the beautiful grandeur
of rose gardens 
made lively,
exuberant, 
a splendor of bliss.

As wine bearers
fathom,
the essence of wrath,
a gentle darkness,
a widow's hastening kiss.

By way of coven,
be it not foul, 
and also full
of such,
a bestowment of blessings,
of tears, of gentility.

There ponderous,
my Hecuba,
amidst your poisonous
scope of treason,
Mars and senility.

Conceit upon 
this morrow's eve,
of sacrilege and blaspheme
concerto phantasm.

Yes, for tradition calls,
upon entrance of estate,
made unbeknownst,
no proclamation of thee,
a luciferus orgasm.

As a racing menace
bewildered,
by the means
to wound obscene.

Ungored, at length,
a mandrake's gesture,
bitterness 
and more poison
of undine.

Where'll'st be,
betaking your ambience,
of twilight autumn
oh fine.

A lecherous Eve,
a serpent's wisdom,
to set her on,
oh perilous eyes
of mine.

As perching swans
upon the revealed
ides,
of Zeus.

Gentle lady,
I beg thee,
a pardon 
for the ibis goose.

Of thee, 
the essence Diana,
as graceful 
as no other Ceaser.

Fleeting perils
of doubt, 
madness, 
and glee, 
what it takes 
to please her.

Oh shadows
of temptation,
a scurried passion
of the Abydos
at Hades

A gentle Isis,
mistress 
to
the Lots of Salem,
o'er plentiful
maids.

Though 
to scathe
a peasant maiden,
be it not of chivalry
due rotten chaste.

The kingdoms
of decadence
and decay. . .
of the morrow,
a consent
of distaste.


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Rumors

Rumors are known to cut like knives
Start fights and end lives
All becauce a hater despises
What they've seen through their beedy eyes
Foulness covered by flies
Unknown demise
A demons chest game played with real lives
He said, she said, with a little bit of what you've said
Leaves some one dead
All from words that got in to some body head
Rising situations like to much yeast in a small batch of bread
Scared of the out come so you flee in your mind
Revisit the drama another time
Things don't change
Words still inflecting pain like magic BING! BAM! BANG!
Another rumor rapes a name
Heated like hells flames
Jealousy indures creating a killer like the first murderer Kane
Names lay slain
Slandered by the foulist of mouths
Skeletons pulled from the closet to be placed in piles
Brains began to crowd
Smiles now frowns
Ups now downs
Like tears from a clown
Emotions burst out
People lash out against the innocent
Whom have nothing to do with it
The hater wins again


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Above

Hear Me, O God! A broken Heart, Is my best part;
Use still thy rod, that I may prove therein thy love.
If thou hadst not been stern to me, but left Me free, I had
Forgot myself and thee time.
For sin's so sweet, as minds ill bent rarely repent, untill they meet
Their punishment who more can crave than thou hast done,
That gav'st a $on, to free a $lave? first made naught with all
$ince bought ABOVE my loss as sure to win under dive cross six wishes.


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holding out for the highest bidder

why Is It that so few have so much 
and so many have so little?
where is the equality? 
where is the justice?

why is there world hunger?
when there is food aplenty
locked up in storehouses and silos?
holding out for the highest bidder,
while rats and mice are getting fatter
feasting on the surplus

why is there homelessness?
when there are apartments 
and homes sitting vacant
Is It not better to get some rent
than to get no rent?
holding out for the highest bidders


a woman placed her last two coins 
into the basket as an offering, a tithe
a rich man put twenty coins into the basket.
Jesus said "she has given her all"
while the rich man only gave a token
her faith and trust in God 
will get into the Kingdom of Heaven
but the rich man will not enter
for the Kingdom of Heaven
Is not holding out for the highest bidder


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when much is required

we do a lot of things that we enjoy in our lives
yet much is required of those who want to abide by Jesus Christ
we've gotten so consumed with today's technological toys
and forgotten that Jesus died so we could have eternal joy
we're so caught up in society's ideology
to busy to reciprocate God's generosity
and until some great catastrophe occurs in life
we seldom take a moment to think about the Lord Jesus Christ
when much has been given to you then much will  be required
concessions and sacrifices are the things you should strive to aspire

mankind has developed a natural tendency to destroy
anything of nature and beauty that God has deployed
no regard for humanity nor the creatures on this earth
we're selfish in our desires, our wants and needs come first
and when we confront each other, we tend to tear each other down
with words to humiliate, debase and knock each other to the ground
we thrive on destructive rage, yet struggle with constructive praise
we easily succumb to violence, always fighting among ourselves
dismissing God's instruction about sustaining spiritual wealth
for whatever God has created He desires we not abuse
yet mankind is apt to be disobedient in the decisions that we choose
God gave us so many wonderful things to enhance our existence
gifts that He desires we use without the indifference
so don't misuse the gifts from God for that is not what He perceived
He wants us to maximize everything that from Him we have received

just don't measure yourself by the standards of today's society 
and don't get confused about what is God's generosity
It's not about the quantity of the stuff in life that you get
It's about the quality of your faith concerning your own spirit
and If you don't know what much is you need to know how much you've got
for you probably have more than you need and don't need to go out and shop
if we'd all stop abusing, stop misusing and no longer to be confused
just abide by God's commands and to live by the Good News
for when much has been given to you then much will be required
so conserve, preserve and respect all those things that God Himself inspired

 








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Trading Places

He fought for peace without using violence
We kill for more land and more money 
His broken down body suffered in silence
The tips of long fingers grow bloody
He yearned for freedom, longed for change
We, loaded with change in our jars
He sacrificed much, and much endured pains
Whether in front or behind the bars
Though poverty stricken, starving by choice
A hero fulfilling his heart and his soul
One ideal, one idol, one whisper, one voice
A nourished reward when he reached his goal


(A tribute to Gandhi)


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I am Daniel

 I am Daniel 

  
The king named Darius was not happy but he listened to the astrologer just one 
too many times and finally agreed this Daniel is just not doing the kingdoms 
business. Take him and lower him away into the lion's den he gave much 
thought to this it seemed so wrong to him his conscience finally cried and the 
good KING Darius almost died oh what is wrong with me and then HE ventured 
near the cave and cried “Daniel has your GOD saved you from the lions.” 
I am Daniel
I sit in utter darkenness no food or rest no help it seems the lions do not utter a 
sound it's so quiet in this cave no sounds no roars no hate inside these beasts. 
My lord the GOD has made them shut up all their want. I sit upon this rock and 
kneel beside this rock I pray and wait upon my GOD to save. 
The silence is so strong the smell of cat is strong around me I felt them strain 
and halt in strang perplexity of need they seem so different now. 
Darius was at the entrance to the cave waiting just to hear a word from Daniel 
mouth. My heart so troubled earlier and earnestly seeking deliverance is now at 
rest and I can be blessed in every circumstance because I kept the faith of GOD 
a test but not from him to us this test is testing no one least of all this Daniel. The 
lions do not roar. Daniel Spoke. 
“Darius be of good cheer I am Daniel my GOD is a deliverer.” Darius Spoke. 
“Bring the astrologers here to this cave and get Daniel out of there.” This was the 
Kings decree he was quite gleeful and happy about it and then command was 
given in a hard hard voice he cried 
“Throw the worthless men in where Daniel lay.” This order carried out may seem 
so harsh but without Judgment come to them what would they learn. 
Now they are waiting somewhere else for GOD to come. 
And life for DANIEL still goes on. 



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Frozen in Stone

Frozen in stone for a hundred years,
standing alone as time has passd by,
emortal as he stands frozen in the past,
children and childrens children have gone by,
every one looks but know one know's who is this guy,
Eternaly frozen in stone standing here in this garden
for a hundred years all alone, 
seen many things new and old life has past by a dozen times or so,
left here as some mortar to a time passd by,
forever now I will wonder why?


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SWORD,the anger of truth

The sword, 
buried deep in its' scabbard, 
tempered by fire, 
strength it holds, 
I desire 

Metal fashioned by human hands, 
skill from distant lands. 
Beauty of proportion and line, 
weapon so fine 

For the sword in its' scabbard, 
is like the truth hidden, 
brought out in anger, 
to do its' bidding 

Flash of steel 
I turn and wheel 
arcing round, 
truth be found 

For to be sheathed, 
nobody can hurt, 
no anger unleashed, 
no falldown, in dirt 

But truth must come out willingly, 
now and then, 
rasp of steel,but when? 

The sword always finds home, 
piecing deep, 
this sharp steel i hone 
makes truth weep 
blood and bone 

The truth used as a weapon of war, 
pulled out of its' hiding place. 
These are the things I saw. 
It takes no prisoners,only deaths' face, 
running down the blade 

This truth of metal, 
is in fine fettle, 
for the sword out of its' hiding place, 
with death you must face 
swish of air, 
into battle you must wade, 
heart beginning to tear, 
carry the truth blade 

Flash of steel,Iturn and wheel, 
arcing round, 
truth be found 

For the truth 
can be used in rage, 
to wound and maim. 
No wisdom of sage, 
to guide whence it came 

Flame bright steel,you must deal 
with the things you feel, 
for arcing round 
truth can be found 


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GIVE GOD THANKS

I write these words to let you know of my thanks and gratitude
for this letter is only an expression of the love I have for you
you are in my heart, even though I'm locked up and bound in chains
you are on my mind, as our shared belief in God still remains

let my time being chained for Christ advance the Holy Gospel
let It not discourage you, know that with God all things are possible
and whatever happens continue to act in a manner worthy of Christ
be of tenderness and compassion with a humble heart in life

as Jesus Christ is our master, he is also our servant
let every knee bend and every tongue confess that He is most deserving
keep on working towards your salvation and in faith understand your role
obey and resign to the will of God, as He is the one who in control
and no matter what the Lord requires of you, just respond with a yes
live as blameless and pure children of God, let your testimony progress
watch out for the adversary and the evil that men sometimes do
worship and glorify the Living God, let the Holy Spirit dwell in you

just press on forward towards that eternal prize
and the Kingdom of God to you will be realized
rejoice in the Lord and relinquish all of your fears
give God all the thanks and gratitude for always being there


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Amor's Army

snipe the fool. fall in line. clean up your mess. then fall in line.

forget we met forget we talked. camaflage. fall in line.

hit in the head. left for dead. still not dead. but out of line.

missing you some. hating you still. tieing the noose. around the line.

sleeping in. fox in the hole. smoke him out. above the line.

when your feeling left out. my guns at your head. saying your prayers. crossed the 
line.

moving on. covering tracks. erasing the memory. shot the line.

gone on a plane. to never return.

and never look back.

murdered the line.


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Empire Of Julius.

Confessions scratched hastily  
On brittle yellowed parchment scrolls…

Glory bled dry of life on the edge
Of Marcus Brutus’ smitten gladius…

Caesars gold alabaster empire 
Lays in the decimating firestorm of envy…

Wielded by coveting men
Legions of voracities avarice march on Rome…

Retribution’s sweeping winds 
Deliver his great realm into Libitina's hand…

A vision divine unfulfilled
Only silver in the pockets of assassins…

Civilizations legacy realized
That all greatness is finite within bitter hearts…

Reveling in our distant past
Filling the worlds ears with a cacophony of drivel…

Every empire fallen
This blueprint follows it’s way to the future…


				


Details | Carpe Diem | |

recipe for living

stir in some compassion
mix in some kindness
fold in some mercy
pour in some humanity
sprinkle in some humility
a tablespoon of sincerity
a cup of character
a dash of charm
a pinch of faith
a teaspoon of happiness
a drop of love
toss in some hope
shake in some charity
a dollop of determination
a half cup of optimism
a quart of courage
blend until you have 
the smoothness of integrity
cover it with forgiveness
cook it in friendship
ice it with responsibility
serve it with maturity
pray over it with devotion
then eat it with 
the grace of God


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The Gate

They are guarding the gate
To challenge would be
A fatal mistake

No way out
No way in
Trapped from within
With the guilt of sin

There is no way out
Only through the gate
Monstrous figures
Stand ready, yet wait

No way out, only the gate
A voice in thought
Seems to state
The only way out
Is to rid of the hate


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God's Creations

man's complex and complicated minds
minds that he uses to find
to find the reason that he is living
living as sentient human beings
human beings whom are full of possibilities
possibilities as far as the mind can see
see that we are just a manifestaion
a manifestation of God's creations
God's creations sent to fulfill the prophecy
the prophecy of mankind's ability
mankind's ability to give unconditional love
unconditional love a command from God above


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Sound of knops

In a game of matching mates
Humble life decorate lonely tree
Wheel reach  deep  dark hole

Flurry of bliss  crisped  leaves
Orchids deplete its tears 
Fallen cloud  stood  frozen
Till sound of  opening knops


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Hinging stars

In flowing oceans 
dried its current 
being free of voice
let them disclosed
holdings in their hands

Coincidence claims
nature of any kind 
or drop in given curve
cause always well written
aside sharing own wealth

As many as convince
nevertheless hinging stars
call its nature and gather
made them all pray


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A Venomous Tree

Nocturnal anger claims the night,
Raging blows rained with might,
Vindictive tongues no truth in sight...
Feasted on carrion
As lies grow wings
Shallow perceptions
Matured not in spring,
To be clothed in white, And hate it sings...
Rebuked with blindness
On a day of sorrow,
When doors closed
Deprived of tomorrow,
To trudge in emptiness
in a world so shallow...
Bigotry is a venomous tree,
Its fruit brings so much misery,
In a world supposed to be free...
Such is bigotry...


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My Omnipotent Source

if you think that you are the only one who has any troubles
imagine what senior citizens are having to struggle
they are no longer in the prime of life nor in the best of health
but they have survived up to now with The Lord God's help

now unto Him I give my righteous dedication
surviving each day because of Jesus' salvation
I declare the God is my life's omnipotent source
with Him I have no need for human nor earthly recourse
now unto Him who is able to do exceedingly
my omnipotent source above and beyond the call of duty
now unto Him who is able to do abundantly
my omnipotent source with a heart and hand full of plenty
now unto Him who is able to give above all
my omnipotent source who always hears my calls
now unto Him whom all i have to do is ask
for He is the only One able to do any task 
God is my omnipotent source and on Him I can rely
my omnipotent source, my unlimited power supply

It's not because of anything that I had done
It's only because to Him I am an adopted one
my Father, my Messiah, my Redeemer, my Savior
now unto Him I live a life of Godly behavior
to survive in this world you must rely on God's spiritual force
for unto Him, my unlimited power source


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Perpetual Dusk

Darkness opens its maw
Peering into this nonentity
It begins to enfold and consume me
Into a deep introverted misery
Ingested to an aloof center set
A life commences bemused heavily
Sallow in a hopeless zeal
Eluding the relishing light of aspiration
Waiting at sanity’s locked gates
Bawling for an echo of help
Stillness…ever waiting
For an omen, one sign
The voice of chance
Grasping a splintered belief
An exit exists to salvation
Cindering confidence blowing
The journey to discern 
What so many have mislaid
Reaching for liberation
Tearing through the walls
Prying with bloodied fingers
This quest ever persevering 
Until dusks minions
Come to me no more


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Endure The Thorn: How to Get Over What You Can't Get Through

Paul had to defend his apostle position
and renounce all those false convictions
yes, he may have bragged a little about his own story
the day that he saw Jesus Christ in all His Glory
but Paul's head was not too big, he was aware of his place
he was not beside himself, he kept true to the faith

a thorn in his side, a most annoying appointing
but Paul endured It all for It was his anointing
once, twice, thrice Paul to God did comment
will you not remove this thorn and take away this torment
The Lord replied to Paul, "My power is perfect in your weakness,
My grace is sufficient, accept It In meekness"

there are many things you can't get over, but God will get you through
He has a lock on every situation, just allow Him to order you
God is in control, His hand is always in the mix
and no matter what's going down, only He can fix
for The Lord will give you what you need
have patience and wait on Him to do the deed
 
a thorn in his side, a painful contemplation
but Paul endured It all without any consideration
It takes a messenger of  Satan to come and buffer thee
but Satan is God's devil and God is the only authority
yes, God has a divine plane and He's in control of everything
yes, He has a need to know plan that only He will be revealing

just don't get caught up in yourself, for God will slap you around
The Holy Spirit will convict you and knock you to the ground
you will be kept in your place, you will suffer some persecution
allow God to gain His powers through your resolutions
for there is no testimony without a test
there is no glory without some gloom
no crown without the cross
no resurrection without the tomb
God's power is in your weakness
just endure as much as you can do
and If you can't get over It 
let God get you through


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Facing The Lord

to be or not to be? 
the supreme question in life
so what are you doing 
for the sake of Jesus Christ ?

we think that we are in control of every situation
but God is the true master of our manifestation
there is nothing that occurs in this world 
that God is not aware of
you can pretend if you must,
but you can't fool the one who dwells above

talk to Him, walk with Him
embrace His way
remember you will be facing Him
on Judgement Day


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Misanthropy's Fire

Eyes of abhorrence…
A hatred of humanity…
Shrilling of silver tongues…
Decreeing noxious mandates

Spurning absolute control…
This recluse contesting…
Hands gripped in bloody fists…
Striking at scarred old men…
Bleeding century old wounds

Pits overflow in battles chaos…
Friend versus friend and foe versus foe…
Exchanging arrows for bullets…
Beating plowshared swords into rifles…
Lead flying in shrapnel burstings…
To “Bring freedom to all mankind”

A prospect dim…
Without success or hope…
Burns the voice of misanthropy


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Why Are You Here?

why are you here?
do you know the reason you appeared?
in the play of life, what is your part?
what's your purpose?
you should seek God

The Lord God has a most masterful plan
regarding the purpose of every child, woman and man
because with God you have a predestined creed
the very reason He created your seed
all you need to do is put God first
as He did for you on the day of your birth
and lend to Him a willing ear
and discover your reason for being here
but once you've discerned God's purpose for your life
the enemy will try to stop you with struggle and strife
just don't get distracted and remember this important fact
keep your eyes ahead on God and He will guard your back

why are you here?
to praise God and have no fear
just study and stay on God's spiritual course
and let Jehovah be your guiding force
lead a more Christian life
walk in the ways of Jesus Christ
turn your back on earthly lusts
seek the Kingdom and give God all your trust
as He created you with His staff and rod
concede your spiritual being over to The Lord God

why are you here?
there's only one volition
to come unto Christ and learn your spiritual mission
and be one who is justified
to praise Him who is glorified
and no matter the time or the season
God made you for a purpose and a reason
just let Him handle your eternal care
and you will come to understand why you are here.




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To Athena Part 1

It has occurred to me now that humanity has come to lack the culture once held 
O’ so very dear to our own existence.

  As Dante once walked with Virgil, down an epic path of  “Divine Comedy”, 
moving from hell to purgatory, and then onto heaven itself, I walk here and now 
with Homer.

  Writing again the tales of gods and men, the divinity; has it been not lost to all?  I 
say unto this with the utmost of ease, “Nay”.

  My life is now that of who I once was, none have known me until all my writings 
have been both written and read; you see, within me Homer lives.

  As we have both now done, though he much more than I; have sang out to the 
muses, to the heavens, to the gods of lore; to have our words heard by more than 
just the mortal ear; to be felt by the souls of all.
  
  Within this I defy the church of God; I say again, “Nay unto thine oppressive 
virtues, what thou teaches to those of this world is but half the truth; your church 
has forgotten the history of our kind”.

  Unto all that stand with me; is this quest now taken, that I now again walk “Lady 
Fate’s” path, wearing my shoes, Homer’s shoes, the shoes that have for two 
millennium not tread upon ground.

  These shoes are however very thin, they allow me to feel again; every pebble, 
each unevenness that can be found; with each new step there is something new 
to be found.

  Now it is time for me to begin this long journey; once again I sing, I praise the 
gods of old; I now hail Athena and Aphrodite once more; my love forever unto 
these sisters.

  Let it be known unto all; I have returned, blood again rich, coursing through my 
veins, burning with desire, the passion that I am makes me now cry out, “I am 
Homerus, reborn from Athena’s will, for humanity again”.

  “I am now here; writing my hymns for all to see and love, my works again fill the 
libraries of mortal homes; they have, they will; I hail our gods, high in the 
heavens; I thank thee again Athena; the love thou has shown within my works”.

  There must never again be such a long span between my lives; two thousand 
years, I have held my pen in silence; not writing one word; now within my return; 
this new fashion of pen brings forth my new words, again for all to hear, even the 
gods in the heavens.

  Now unto those that try to keep us in their oppressive rule; “Thou art no longer to 
suppress us, we are again free”; censorship be damned; my words will never be 
silenced by any political factions.


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Rights To Kill

Who has the godlike hand to judge
Who has the right to cast the first stone
Who may stare at me and say ... you die?
Pull the trigger 
You think your hurting me?
Your killing you
Eyes close, your dead 
The person standing above you ... killed you

Oh, its not human
Its a bug 
An animal 
What Right do you have to kill it?

Like a disease you have become a murderous thing ...
Killing "things" around you that beat with a rhythm
You are a disease 
Yet, you still live 
Who's gonna kill you?

Who's the malevolence that seeks revenge and says you deserve to die now?


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angels in our midst

angels are all around 
they're present everywhere
guardians of our souls and bodies 
of us they take special care
angels of the Kingdom of God
sent down from above
angels our own personal escorts
agents of God's love
they can come in any form or fashion
or personality
they are everywhere on earth
but of them, not everyone can see

an angel could have been that man
who helped you change a spare
an angel could have been that dog who barked 
and of the coming danger you became aware
an angel could have been that teller at the bank
who informed you, you're due back extra change
an angel could have been that teenage boy 
who for you held the doors on the train
an angel could have been that salesclerk
who told you that same dress was on sale down the street
an angel could be anything and anybody 
you've encountered or just happen to meet

God sends His angels 
to help us in our times of need
God sends His angels
to guide and protect us from harmful deeds

angels in our midst
of our welfare they are concerned
angels all around us
but of them can you discern?


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My Lives And Deaths

A Union soldier climbing
up Missionary ridge,
I never made it to the top,
A Japanese cook on a submarine,
sunk in WWII,
A young peasant farmer,
somewhere in the Mid-East,
My sister raped and killed
by rogue soldiers, as I hid
in shame
A simple castle guard in
the mid-ages
and so many more
the Atlantis life I've 
dreamed off,
so many times before.
who knows if these memories
are true, or of imagination
my mind does trick me too?
I don't know what to believe,
I leave it up to you.


Details | Ballad | |

SWORD (THE ANGER OF TRUTH)

The sword, 
buried deep in its' scabbard, 
tempered by fire, 
strength it holds, 
I desire 

Metal fashioned by human hands, 
skill from distant lands. 
Beauty of proportion and line, 
weapon so fine 

For the sword in its' scabbard, 
is like the truth hidden, 
brought out in anger, 
to do its' bidding 

Flash of steel 
I turn and wheel 
arcing round, 
truth be found 

For to be sheathed, 
nobody can hurt, 
no anger unleashed, 
no falldown, in dirt 

But truth must come out willingly, 
now and then, 
rasp of steel,but when? 

The sword always finds home, 
piecing deep, 
this sharp steel i hone 
makes truth weep 
blood and bone 

The truth used as a weapon of war, 
pulled out of its' hiding place. 
These are the things I saw. 
It takes no prisoners,only deaths' face, 
running down the blade 

This truth of metal, 
is in fine fettle, 
for the sword out of its' hiding place, 
with death you must face 
swish of air, 
into battle you must wade, 
heart beginning to tear, 
carry the truth blade 

Flash of steel,Iturn and wheel, 
arcing round, 
truth be found 

For the truth 
can be used in rage, 
to wound and maim. 
No wisdom of sage, 
to guide whence it came 

Flame bright steel,you must deal 
with the things you feel, 
for arcing round 
truth can be found 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

How To Do Great Things

to do great things you will more than strength
you will also need perseverance
for few things are impossible to accomplish
with just some skill and some diligence
as many of the important things in this world 
have been accomplished by those 
who would not stop
they possessed a sense of hope and
a spirit of determination
in order to reach their mountain top
some problems can be solved with 
a little bit of creativity
but anything can be overcome
if you possess a positive mentality

to accomplish great things
you don't just act
you must also have a dream
don't just make plans
perceive it and believe it 
and then you will achieve 
don't look outside yourself for strength
learn to look within your own heart
with belief in yourself
and faith in your abilities
you will have made a very good start
don't  follow a path
take the road less travelled
and instead leave a trail
learn from yesterday
live for today
and hope for tomorrow
that you will prevail

possess courage, inspiration
motivation and inner strength
be optimistic, persevere
and determined to go to any length
that's how to do great things



Details | Lyric | |

GOD: The Designer

raise your eyes up and see who is the ultimate creator
for the universe is a product of a dynamic energy generator
how can one intellectually admire the design 
without acknowledging the designer first?
or to accept that blind chance and subsequent evolution
are the cause of the universe 
 
does the theory of evolution represent the whole truth and all the facts?
but any system of thought that tries to deny 
and explain away the obvious is somewhat taxed

does it make sense to acknowledge that a house 
to be built needs an architect and some plans 
and at the same time think that a complex cell 
sprang into existence out of hand?

the universe was designed and God is the designer




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It was not my time

rushing one morning I missed the bus 
and found out the next day that It was in an accident
there were some fatalities
It was not my time

the airplane trip that I was scheduled to take
was moved up to an earlier flight 
because the meeting was rescheduled.
the flight that I would have been on crashed
there were fatalities
It was not my time

I was hailing a taxi cab on a rainy afternoon
but a man in a Brooks Brother suit 
jumped into the cab before I could reach It
the cab was broad sided by another vehicle
a half block away from where I was still standing
there were fatalities
It was not my time

I have begun to see that God is sending me a message
He's letting me know that I still have work to do 
in His name and for His glory
I now know without a doubt that I am a child of God
covered by the sacrificial blood of His son Jesus Christ
so I will diligently continue to work, worship and witness
for the Kingdom Of God
Until It's my time




Details | Ballad | |

IN THE LIGHT OF A SHADOWFIRE

The Prince of the North
Carried the gem
Through Whispering Trees
To the castle
Passing through Knights and men
 
From his hand...
A Shadowfires' wondrous light
For love will always win
In the battle between day and night
 
Across the walled garden
Flowers began to glow...
The Prince of the North
Strode forth...
To the Great Hall
 
The Shadowfire...
Gave off beams of lilac and blue light
The love inside
Conquered the wraiths bitter night
 
The Great Hall door
Silently swung open
Faeries danced
The colour bright
The Heartstone,shone
the Dreamstone,gleamed
The battle, won
 
Under a Heartstone moon
The Aurora Borealis flickered
Faerie light shone
Golden bright
 
No light could compare
To a Shadowfire
A castle...
Bathed in beautiful light
The passing of the Ice King...
On a wraiths' bitter night
 
Lilac and blue
Filled your heart
Love too
These things cannot be taken
Only given
If you let your heart awaken
 
A Shadowfire...
That lies in your heart
The colour known only to you
Forever...
Will love you too


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OCEAN

The future is blue....... 
Blue as an ocean 
Blue is the view 
that I hold with you 

Ocean......... 
Shows such emotion 
Ocean storms 
Blue potion 

On my ocean 
The future is blue........ 
Blue motion 

This perfect harmony 
of blue ocean, 
and blue sky 
You must feel it...... 
Just like I ! 

Ocean.... 
Blue symphony...... 
Blue sound....... 
All around........ 
Blue potion 

Ocean, to roam 
Ocean, is my home 
Can you feel? 
My thoughts 
Can you steal? 

The future is blue 
Blue as an ocean 
Blue is the view 
that I hold with you 

Blue horizon....... 
Blue sky...... 
Blue ocean........ 
To lay your eyes on 
This is I 
My blue emotion 


Details | I do not know? | |

Once an' future

There was a once upon a time.
She cried.
He lied.
We sighed,
As you were walkin out the door.
It was nothin once before, 
And now forever more.
Once and future king,
Where are you,
Without your Queen?

Haven't you grown tired, of sayin what you don't mean?
Maybe we'll find, "once" again, somewhere inbetween.
A time for moments now, that twist, obscene.
We may trespass the holy of holies, the tighter we cling,
Our breath cold, and bodies steam.
We got the time we need.
There were times when I thought beauty, a way,
The way your thoughts blew me, betray, 
What I thought before steppin', through the door.
What beauty had been now, lies before.
You whom I saw in songs of summer, sunsets.
But do now truly say, with no regrets.
I have known no other beauty, than your eyes.
I sit there now even, hypnotized
Probing a depth I cannot grasp
A promising future, and a softening past.
Well I was dethroned from the womb, we disowned.
To the world here now, though I'd find you any how.

'Cause I am but a peasant, who worships my Queen
And in your eyes, the once and future, ever-rising king.


Details | Epic | |

To Athena Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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To Athena Part 3

  Now unto those that attempt to quiet me; it is to be known that I will not be 
silenced, I will be heard by any and all that can hear; for those that can not read 
my words; they will be read aloud unto them; children, parents, even the blind.

  It was in fact Zeus himself that thanked Athena; that a mortal man should be 
given this; a bard who will tell the true tales of the ages; discriminating to none; 
that all mankind may prosper greatly indeed; from their divine teachings.
  As each foot now falls before the last; my pen takes me again; the path I walk is 
filled with pitfalls and traps of sin that call out to us in kindly voices; wanting only 
for us to fulfill human greed.

  As I look at humanities greed; “ May our thoughts be changed again to that 
which is just and pure, may we again now praise the goddess Athena for the 
beauty she cast upon our earth O’ so many ages ago”; I wish now nothing more 
to return to this age, to the grandeur of old; may the muses sing again my words, 
the words of Athena.

“  I am now again set loose into the world”; taking heed of course; as this body is 
but that of a mortal, yet my soul will return again and again; so long as 
oppression exists; “We must all do that which is true unto us, we must all be 
free, within one another this can be achieved”.

  It saddens my soul to it’s very core; humanity has lost that goodness of heart; I 
cry out again, “O’ goddess, Athena, as I your servant write your words; I pray now 
unto the sisters; Athena, Aphrodite, hear me as I cry out unto thee, help me to 
restore unto humanity the love and beauty of your creations, save for that of 
Aphrodite’s wars, they I would never wish to befall humankind again”.

  There would be indeed nothing more grand; set free again upon this earth the 
truth; that one and all sing together as we once did; it is this time that I long for 
again; as the masses pass by this bard on the street; “Know now that I am 
Homerus, I will Live on forever within the hearts of mankind; and within Athena’s 
gifts of beauty I Homerus will always find goodness and peace!”


Details | I do not know? | |

The Final Moment

The man wandered through the lonely and desolate earth.  Suffering a tribulation 
of exile from human relationships.  He was the last one, the only one, the only 
man left on Gaia.  Walking, he went forward, onto the hill where he shall be 
saved.  The darkness and purity emanating at the same time from the sacred 
hill.  What was his new fate to be?  As he pondered he climbed to the top of the 
hill and observed… 

The animals, creatures of Gaia
Happy in the solace they found
Butterflies dancing between each other
A dance of courtship
A promise to share lives coherently
As beautiful as the butterflies were, they vanished

The man’s eyes averted quickly and saw…

Power, Dominance, Death, and Beauty
Beauty, oh… the irony
Distressed nature trying to rebirth areas of discontent
Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Hurricanes, and Tornadoes
Problems, but not
Beautiful, the tornado
Nature’s renewal
Absorbing impurities and leaving nothing but a fresh start
Volcanoes blew high stacks of lava
To the sky it rose, no boundaries

While being absorbed in the light of the crimson sky, the man saw something 
invigorating…

Comets flying through the celestial heavens
The universe, one space with minor hindrances
Stars, eclipse, Luna, Life
New wonders in the black

Scared and awed at the same time the man looked away…

Trees dancing through the wind
Soothing white cherry blossoms mourning
Mourning the cycle of life into death
As they, the trees
Released the tears of nature’s spores
Sad to the fate of future comings, death
The end of the cycle

Now confused, the man looked abroad and set his eyes upon the whole picture…

All pieces of nature flow together
Life into death
Creation to birth
Controlled by the passages of time
Nature a whole unity
Every area of Mother Gaia is one 
The balance perfect without the fingers of man tainting the purity

Then, the man’s memories came back.  The human’s tainted ness was like a 
cancer to the dear beloved Gaia.  Killing her they were.  Now the last one was left 
to ponder the natural order and progression.  Knowing his inevitable fate he 
fulfilled his destiny.  The man with his final breathes waited on the top of the hill 
and passed slowly to the grip of the heavens.   

Farewell…


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

it's not about you

me, me, me that's the mind set of today's society
looking out for number 1, a selfish way to be
not concerned about your fellow man
not willing to try nor understand
it's not about you
you're not in this world alone
it';s not about you
for there is nothing you really own
don't you know that the whole world belongs to the Creator
God is the only owner and your spiritual generator
it's not about just you
yet many fail to see
that the world does not revolve around them nor me
it's not about you
you're just a blip in time
it's all about the Lord God 
so keep that thought in mind


Details | I do not know? | |

Possession...

Let the dying dusk fade to slithering darkness...
Let the curious children  playing return to the solitude of there safe homes...
With there parents who only know there own assumptions on reality.
It is a pleasure to walk this night like many others I have....cold and alone..
I recall those days...when I was a naive Christian girl with friends, a house..
and...loving family. Clouds reveal to shed upon me the only form of God I have 
now...and this would be the pale moonlight... as it falls into my eyes and pierces 
deep down into my heart reflecting every inch of the very demon within me 
caressing it's claws at my skin..it's inside of me....awaken....it thrives...

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION!!!! 

What's left of my heart is pounding an irregular beat...
As fierce  veins of unholiness pulses this sinister  blood of the beast...
Sidewalks lit with lanterns and a happy young couple holding each others hand..
They see it inside my eyes, they stare in wonder yet don't understand....
Effects of an incident that happened so long ago,  this feeling of power so 
beautiful yet horrible....all on my own....but yet....I'm not alone...no..I am never 
alone.. some things are best kept secret, so let's see if you can keep it ...shall 
we?

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION

I slide my hands upon the blood crusted bricks of our hunting grounds,
the dark ally where wandering souls dare to tread and leave this world
without a sound. Many markings lay paved on these walls as this is how 
we survive..Fulfilling our bloodlust along with many other sudden
desires...I pay a simple passing glance towards a church a place
where many men gather to confession..making  there souls clean, blessed and 
bathed in holy water...whatever the hell that means...I was baptized once
but I didn't feel anything

Forsaken from all that I was
I fell in love
Now theres no going back ...nor a chace in heaven...
I fell under possession
POSSESSION
Of Vampiric demons
to passionate feelings
From dusk until dawn
POSSESSION





















 








Details | Ballad | |

IT WAS 1969

In a starlit sky, 
a beautiful moon rose 
I watched it pass by 

I looked upon the earth 
and saw green and blue 

Frosted clouds of white 
Forests  stretched far, 
behind the night 

In the minds' eye 
such vividness 
belongs to you and I 

Where was i? 
Far way 
High in the sky 

It was 1969 
We came back from the moon, 
everything I could see... 
Was all mine 


Details | Epic | |

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!


Details | Free verse | |

Chivalry

I want to tell of manly men 
and speak of brave bold deeds, 
when stout men battled clime and foe
while mounted on fine steeds, 
fair maidens kept their home and hearth
when they set out to war,
to expand the boundaries of their realm 
win booty and spoils galore,
with manners fine and panoplied 
in their finest suits of arms, 
their baggage trains by squires led, 
lade with trophies jewels and charms,
the martial strains they underwent,
the things they had to bear, 
acted on their noble souls 
and brought them to despair, 
as time progressed and men did too 
the things that they esteemed,
had some how under gone a change 
and weren't what they seemed, 
that pain and death, brutality 
could never be the measure, 
of the greatness of that chivalry 
that great men learned to treasure,
traditions have come down to us 
once used to make men noble, 
when practiced proud and faithfully
make chivalry's realm global, 
those inclined to follow them 
and emulate their ways 
will find a way of living 
the remainder of their days. 

New York City