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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

PINK LACE

**Every pace change --is the voice of a poet sharing his/her view** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and scream:

I can’t grasp what is real
I can’t inhale the lives you steal
This game is like murder in the first degree,
I can barely feel the words you're expressing.
Your hand, holding on to mine, as if it was the last
I crawl I hide behind these moonstone walls
There it hid and robbed my Womanhood
Pink is the ointment rubbed inside my diary.
---

I crawl- I remember-
Looking through a dream, where the woman wears combat boots
Women ready to kill all confrontation with nukes.
---

I was lost!
Do you know the feeling?
Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning,
You can’t see what’s going on,
Your smiles soon to be gone,
---

LOOK AT ME!
On this fright night, I bleed
Hold on tight, of the dead of this night
I’m down on my fallen knees,
A secret I can't keep, no longer need
Breaking backs when I mention the word “C.”
It is like getting struck by a freight train
Taking what belong and makes ME me! 
Forgetting the Pink October ribbons, I wore
Taking  time to weave them into the last strand in my red chemo hair.
---

Now here you are,
Standing under the chest
Heavy shoulders a violin press.
No longer needing the little black dress
Skin pink tight leather, now you caress
My eyes are full of tears
Once I discovered the beast came back without fear 
The news blew like a missile in heat
With a fire’s shooting out from the dark
Sweltering me, blazing me,
Leaving the world all ribbon tied.
Dimples and pretty lips, I drop the world with beauty and tissues. 
Filled with  pink ivory issues 
This is the way that I feel, I am real… you are a killer, you are a disease! 
You can sit there and shatter our lives,
With many of us, you’ll discover we are not breakable like glass 
Still, we will walk in high heels strolling through pink valley skies.
With a charm called a Pink Ribbon; -I WORE-
---

- A heavy pink scarf now I wear like a noose, 
Remembering my days have been numbered by you.
---

I PLEAD FOR MY LIFE?
I have no family to lean on
Everybody’s plus my mother is gone
I have no friends by my side
You are the undead: 
Leading some of us into a watery grave
You are like a jack in the box
Hiding until you are found… 
You’re silent until your jobs done...

You made us angry, you made us cry, you killed many of us…
However, you will never come close to a glorious ~Victory~ 
We are  “PINK LADIES,” who  continue to be strong
I will find a way to sew my chest back to it's caressing view!

One day will find the cure,
And, destroy YOU "The miserable ‘Breast Cancer’ Disease" 
"ONCE AND FOR ALL!"


by;PD

Dedicated to all the females of the world. 
((And men whose life touched by this disease))


Details | Epic | |

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

ONE WORD~

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my veins,
                                   
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night, 
Cool air beneath and above the sea.
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand.
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing.
Up ahead in a virtue distance, 
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-     
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods. 
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality.  
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again.
Twilight, rain stranger than strange.
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture.
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"

Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow.
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept, and then decline.
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways.  
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?	
When I no longer value the values of the young.
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart.
They're the voices give and take from our health. 

Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me.
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria….
UNITY! 
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch.

We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup.
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips.
Prisoners and doers; 
All night…. Too late for a treatment.
Lungs, decaying, evil rats. 
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation.

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________

By; pd


Details | Ballad | |

The Ballad of the Poet

*The Dead Poet*

Many blocks along the road, 
Kicking down walls of heavy stones, 
Yet no one could draw through the walls of her lonely bones.
A poet who could not write what's inside. 
Her pen had gone ink dry. 
Her beady eyes lost the feel of an angelic realm.
She tried! 
She tried, until she could no longer cry!
A poet who stuttered with the mind and out came no words.
This poet hangs on a mount with a picture that tells a sad tale.
A poem that broke verses in a Carpe diem dream.
She ruffled her arms once more, as if she could fly.
Still nothing, 
Everything felt dead inside. 

Trap in a mental state that clots the willing vein.
Isolating her form in a room with no door.
She strays this away from the feel of the marvel pen.
To never go back, and feel again.

In the most ominous way,
She lets out a cry, 
A cry, never heard before. 
Running from this evil, that stain her world. 
 
Words buried deep and behind a new exterior box, 
Her insides gasp all the air of airs once alive. 
A talon drop into the next,
This troublesome poet gave up on everything. 
Had nothing left, but the empty space within. 

Next!
She curls herself into a fetal world.
At last, she closes her eyes, to feel no more.
A poet who died the day, joy wiped the glee from her face.

by;PD


Details | Tanka | |

Sad Song -Tanka

"Marriage after Sunrise"


sunset drunken light
on lavender glass of wine
a long lost tear falls
converts into sleeping pills
dismiss the rain again


 
"Divorce before Sunset"


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 | Epic | |

The Fallen Prince

I saw a fair young maiden, abandoned in her bed,
Tearful for the one she loved ,the one she chose to wed.

Who in a weakened moment tread, out to the mountain ledge,
Enticed by the knight in black, who brought him to the edge.

Come fly with me, the black knight said, " to a land of pure euphoria,
And let me show you wondrous things, that I can lay before you.

No more pain and no more strife, just endless days and endless nights
of wine and song and dance.

Come my prince ,come  fly with me ,why not take a chance,
Forget your wife, come live your life ,it's time for new romance.

A tiny pill, is all it takes, a sniff of fine white powder,
Will keep you high, so you can fly up to the magic tower".

So ,the prince he ate the tiny pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
And soon he was addicted, to the magic of their powers.

Away he flew ,up to the moon, beyond the Milky Way,
Where stars came out and winked at him and beckoned him to play.

Everyday he ate the pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
But everyday...he needed more as they slowly lost their power,

And now he couldn't fly as high and that was terrible thing,
for there were more a more feathers missing from his wings.

Then one day ,while he flying, reaching for his dreams,
He felt the power leaving him ,and he began to scream.

Down and down and down he fell, crashing to the ground;;
Lost dreams and broken promises, lying all around.

And like a wounded bird with broken wings, that cease to flutter,
The truth rained down upon his head ,as he floundered in the gutter

Oh what a crazy fool he'd been, blinded by the knight,
Could he ever win her back ,and make the wrongs all right?

He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.

Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.

Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.

When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.

Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.

Such happiness. he had never known. it lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.

Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.

"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.

Lead not thee to temptation son .for if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".

Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?


Details | Epic | |

Love secre, No more

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


Details | 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 | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Epitaph | |

The Day the Eagle Cried

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


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 | I do not know? | |

The Beast Within

Where does my conscious go, when demons raise their fiery eyes, 
They steal my very soul, killing all which is sanctified,
Engulfed by instant fears, no longer hearing loved ones cries, 
The beast within appears, telling me I am justified,

I have already lost, no reprieve from my mortal sin, 
All reason now is blocked, as I become the beast within,
No pity can I feel, as I make my grandiose stand, 
Yes the horror is real, as I destroy all that I can,

Where do my feelings go, when demons raise their snarling lips, 
Bringing an all new low, into my life now torn to bits,
Certain of being right, I flail and thrash as if in fits, 
I threaten and I strike, with great fury the demon spits,

Yet I still stand and shout, my ugly hate and derision, 
Accusing lies said out loud, revolting words - degradation,
Just look at what I’ve done, I scream my blatant confession, 
Ready to blame anyone, for my evil molestation,

Where does my true love go, when demons raise their gruesome head, 
Destroying all I know, without slightest hesitation,
There is no where to hide, hideous deeds - infinite dread, 
Shame crushes senseless pride, nothing left but devastation,

Recoiling in horror, reality enters the room, 
Now begins the torture, judgment of my now mortal soul,
The evil that is me, my conscious has become my tomb, 
I look and all I see, marks my spirit and takes its toll,

Where does salvation go, when demons raise their awful screech, 
Making damnation grow, as dark shadows envelope me,
How can I persevere, and escape from this demon’s reach, 
For he is always near, and may kill eventually,

Cold and chilling insight, I now realize what is at stake, 
And the one path which might, protect the ones I truly love,
But how can I just leave, this world I worked so hard to make, 
And cause even more grief, for family and God above. 

Where does my resolve go, when demons raise their deadly claws,
Tearing at all I know, stealing my conscious care and pride,
I can’t run anymore, all is destroyed everything lost,
Now beaten tired and sore, I’ve lost my path into the light,

Who can I reach out to, when all I love recoil in fear, 
Eyes beseech black and blue, where once was love - now only hate,
Yes I know - I’m the cause, the reason for each falling tear,
And while demons give pause, I must face my terrible fate.


Details | Epic | |

The Fallen Prince - part 2

Part 2.....

He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.

Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.

Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.

When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.

Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.

Such happiness. he had never known. it lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.

Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.

"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.

Lead not thee to temptation son .for if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".


Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden?
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?


Details | Rhyme | |

Take Me Away

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Darkness

September 29, 2012
-------------------------

This secret life of lies you keep
Cause me to stumble and in pain to weep
Shine a light in the darkness
Help me travel safely through this darkness
This wretched, blasted dark you keep me in
All the doors locked, I crash into obstacles never to win
This race, not without a light
Without a glimmer, a candle, something to grant me some sight
Because I can't continue to wonder-
This darkness on my own blindly
I try to ease my way around the blocks
But still, in the dark, I fail to see the holes
And I fall-hard
And you're gone
And alone I weep
Because I cannot make my way without fail
All I ever wanted was to be your friend
But you will not let me in
So I continue to blindly wonder in the darkness
Always stumbling
Always falling
Always failing


Details | Rhyme | |

The Demonic Child

I stare down the alley, upon a tree.
The Demon Child does stare at me.
I look back and He isn't there,
Leaving me frightened and unaware.

I can feel His unlimited hate,
Piercing flame burns as Hell's gate.
That evil Thing sees through my soul.
Each eye is like an empty hole.

I run with my very soul's essence,
But nothing can relieve me of His presence.
I turn around, and there are more,
So i reach down, onto the floor.

I pick up a club of nails and wood,
And I facing them, there I stood.
Looking forward, I was ready to fight.
With what ever remained of my soul's might.

I swung so hard, my club did peel,
But useless against skin hard as steel.
I gather my strength and lunged ten feet,
Over a fence and onto the street.

I look with happiness, then almost cried,
The oncoming cars have no one inside.
There is nothing, no one, but Them and me.
Why is this how it has to be?

I am exhausted, but continue to sprint,
The light of hope is only a glint.
I get an idea, and find some rope.
I know this is my only hope.

I climb all the way to the roof of my house,
And I hide there like a panic-stricken mouse.
With none in sight, I can finally rest.
What happened next, I couldn't have guessed.

As I lay in wait, Something taps my shoulder.
My stomach sinks just like a boulder.
He just stands there, pointing at me.
I am certain it's futile to flee.

Because they are all there, voices dark but true:
"Why do you make it so easy for us to find you?"


Details | Blank verse | |

LITTLE CAT

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

Violet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

I Hate Her

I hate her.
She isn't that ugly
And she has enough friends,
But i still hate her.

I hate her.
Her mind,
Twisting thoughts into illusions.
Illusions folding into reality,
All to escape herself.

I hate her.
All of her problems
She projects onto others
In the vain hope
That someone will wave their wand
And save her
From her fairytale nightmare.

I hate her.
All of her weird habits
And sudden depression
The way she cries about
The smallest thing
Cutting with her words.

I hate her,
This girl i see in the mirror.


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 | Bio | |

Take'em Away

The broken promises and shattered dreams take'em away.The pent up 
memories the restless nights take'em away.This broken heart and uneven 
thoughts take'em away. Each hectic day and every bit of anger and dismay 
take'em away. The worries and indecision the uncertainties that haunt me
take'em away. The torment and shame the hard times in vain take'em away.
The disdain and fear the fake smiles and constant screams take'em away. 
Comfort and peace are the only feelings I want to stay.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Blame Cupid

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Obituary

With a turn of the knife her blood runs deep,
Mine love it is time for her sleep.
Divine Master paint her thoughts with a lie,
As she hurts and wants to die.
Lips of red with her blood, Gothic Princess thy queen,
Her death my brother was unforeseen.
No less tragic feel thine her sorrow,
Save her body for the obituary tomorrow.


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

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

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

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


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


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

It feels good to scream

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

Let

it

all

come

out!!

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

Let

it

all

out!!!

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

Let

it

all

out!!

It feels good! Trust me. It feels good.

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

Let

it

all

out!!

It feels good to scream!


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

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


Me, Myself, and I...


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


Details | Ode | |

Love is a Sacrifice

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


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 2)

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


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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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


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

J. Scott Burns...


Details | Ballad | |

You're Just A Stranger

Why do you despise me
why can't you let me be,
how come you always pestering me.
How come you can not see
I am beginning to turn my love away from thee
Just as you are turning your hate on me.

I proceed biting my words back 
and just nodding my head
you think i am the one to blame
but you'll end up losing me instead.
I try to talk to you, but you
cut me out and shut your ears
where will this get us
in fifteen or so years.
 
You bring down the pressure
while i try to do as you say
Only until i lose, you win
will you stop yelling and walk away.

Here i sit, expressing my stress on paper
only hoping tomorrow will bring
something better
and that i won't lose my life forever.
Please forgive me 
for this paper may be wet with tears
I know this is a stage in life,
I pray will pass in a few years. 

As i write my anger fades
but when i think about you it returns
I hope we both learn from this
For I may lack empathy
but you are always so very stern.
It seems everything I do
has gotten on your nerves
And I know you don't hold it inside
For your anger does surly splurge.

Tonight you have taken my phone
and cut me off from my friends I truly need
your words hit me hard,
and to you I can not plead.
Someday I may realize
what you did was probably right
I will try to understand,
I will try with all my might.
But until that day
or until through my eyes you see,
You are still a stranger
You're just a stranger to me.

Nov. 21. 2011


Details | Bio | |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Patients

The clock ticks...
Faster & faster
Time flyes by,
How long must I wait?

The hour hand hits the seven,
It make me cry.
My face is flushed and hot,
Theres a knock at the door.

Who can it be? 
I try to fix myself up.
My heart is pounding.
Will you notice my unhappiness?
Can it be?

Happiness, Love, Questions but honesty.
Everythings all right!

10/14/81


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Sunken Tears

                                   He stood bravely before me 
                           with a medal of honor in his right hand
                        and a bandage of agony around his left knee
                           It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
                             his crutches lay useless on the ground
                                 I found it hard to understand why,
                                 a soldier in pain didn't even frown
                                      With a voice firm but dry
                                 his words shook me like thunder
                                "You're now the man of this house"
                                 he uttered like a worn-out hunter
                            quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
                                 Drowning my mind through cold ears
                        he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears


Details | Rhyme | |

Harmonica


The ghosts come stern to foreshadow
their routes westward to Atlantic,
nautilus trust to sea mantic,
- and ocean deities endow.

Their ancestors were apt sailors,
to serve an equal cause for years,
on compassed routes - funeral tears,
sabled wives shed to sea bailors.

The blue engagement is a spell,
that haunts the island men since birth;
whom sea engulfs is an owing dearth,
to morose depths of mournful well.

The sailors stand on the stern deck,
as dusk turns colors to dark gray,
with a harmonica's sad play,
the long tear shadows and stares beck.

© G.V. 07-18-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

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

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

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

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

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

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

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

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

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Somebody's Baby

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/5/2013


Details | 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 | Epic | |

Late Night New

Sitting in a chair and watching a movie I get a phone call,
She's dead, my little sister tells me, and I drop the ball.
you are really gone, I can't believe how this can happen,
You didn't have to go, I wish I could of dropped in. 

Hearing and seeing all the tears that are being poured out for you is very sad,
This day will be remembered in yours and you two little angels forever and that's not bad. 
Not being able to see you any more will be hard but ill think of something to occupy my self,
But till than tho, shine bright for our God and save me a crown a big shelf.


Dedication to: Alina Bukhanstova and her two little angels. 

PS: R.I.P, you will be missed.


Details | Haiku | |

To Lose Someone You Love

To lose someone you love....
Its like trying to live violently among the peaceful people who are dying 
To lose someone you love....
Its like Im living in lies with laughter and happiness while Im truthfully sitting in anger and pain while crying
 Im grounded in shame yet Im still airborn with death together we flying 
Its hurts when one dies past groundshaken proximity under the hate but sent with earthshattering love above
 where we live to die yet we are born to survive where we bred to learn to get past all the ones we have lost with hate because ITS REALLY HURTS TO LOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE.


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 | Ballad | |

Voice in the Night

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Healing words
Made from
Angel heart

Oh, her chocolate whisper
Warm convincing breeze
Oh, her breathy laughter
In the shadow of my need 

Don’t you hear the voice?
Save  you from despair
Don’t you hear the voice?
Sent by ghosts who care

Don’t you hear the voice?
Rises like a prayer
Come to rescue you
From your earthly snare

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope 
Kissed my tears away

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Now I dance
To a magic serenade

Don’t you hear the voice?
Memories of home
Don’t you hear the voice?
Pretty as a poem

Don’t you hear the voice?
Vivifies your soul
Bathes you in a pool 
Love you’ve never known

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller,
Take me, take me
To your bed

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller
Raise me, raise me
From the dead

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head


Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts of You

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Try It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Controlling Men: Physically, Mentally, and Verbally Abusive Men

All men (the loser boyfriends/husbands) think that it's their right to be physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward their female companions (girlfriends/wives), well they're wrong. Most guys are always beating their girlfriends/wives up every single day just because they didn't make their men dinner, do chores around the house, or whatever. It seems that these womanizing losers are way better than their women. Actually, they're not; they're idiots. Controlling these women and being physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward them don't make these Neanderthals men; they're like childish cowards. All guys think that they're the only breadwinners in their families and the women aren't. But guess what--they're not; some of them don't have jobs. And does anyone knows what gets on my nerves? Men always cheating on their girlfriends/wives with other women, getting them pregnant, and not taking care of the children they already have. And those controlling, abusive men, they're always telling their female spouses/lovers what to do, what to eat, where to look, and who to talk to. I mean, who are these womanizing losers to judge other men and to boss these women around? I mean, who does that? Everybody doesn't even know why they'd bother spending the rest of their lives with those abusive idiots. This whole saying by these controlling abusive men have been getting on everybody's nerves and my nerves, as well: "You're-not-to-speak-unless-spoken-to," this "You're-not-to-talk-to-your-family" ordeal, this whole "You're-not-to-have-guy-friends," and this whole "You need me! You're nothing without me! You have no money! You have no friends! Everything's in my name: the house, the cars, clothes, everything I own! You're useless! You're worthless! I own you for life! And you will respect me!" Where I come from, the rest of us nicer guys, we treat our women with the respect they rightfully deserve. The last time I checked, the mothers have raised their sons to treat women and other people with respect, but they now know where they've gone wrong with those womanizing clowns. My suggestion for the women is for them to leave their abusive husbands/boyfriends before it's too late because if they don't, they'll end up in the hospital or the morgue. To be honest, these women, they never should've met, let alone dated or married those abusive men to begin with. And if these abusive men think that they can control those women forever, they've got another coming.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Hole in the Universe

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

Driving to the graveyard 
For one final look

While the mourners 
Take photos
Filling an entire 
Facebook

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

Wrapped round my head
For one final jerk

Because I sent you 
Away
And it really
Hurts

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

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

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

You see

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

Where the sky meets
The fire

Roasting hopes upon  
A pyre

And leaves me 

Wanting

One last
Touch

One last
Kiss 

One last
La La

So sweet

A taste of  perfect heaven

The complete Universe

I once found 

In

Your 

Baby Face.


Details | Epic | |

A New Life

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sleeping Giant

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


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


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


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





Tribute To Japan


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh! Humanity,

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


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

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


Details | Narrative | |

I WAIT FOR YOU DEATH

As you grow, happy moments shrink,
At some day, skin aches when you smile,
These are just ordinary lines, or
Maybe just exaggerated tales,
‘D thought so but no fraction of idea,
It could be real, as real as you dwell in it,
Just like another story,

How a freckled face glance down,
Why arched brows are falling down,
The crow lines of eyes say it,
When it aches to smile,
Wearing it which was disowned years back
Don’t spell or stare or nod,
May face lays as in absence of suspicion

Knot of rope around my neck, 
What changed or happened,
Somebody sprinkled dust on freshly painted canvas,
That Blush of youth _with self-indulged soul,
Beauty reflected in the eyes wide open,
Then agonizing hand interfered,
So made me wore this,
The face you don’t look at.

I have told enough, misery loses its grief,
If explained to satisfy that deaf ear,
Let it prevail, the dust,
Let me blacken myself in the stained canvas,
For that is what meant, and so,
Let this veiled face pray, in the shadow,
For the last breath, not for shrine,
Lived in mundanely and so did suffer,
Shall die in that ordinariness too,
If life asked you about my tiredness,
Don’t blame a name but a cure,
Which is desperately awaited, let her know.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

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


Details | Ballad | |

A Better Life...

A Better Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Bio | |

Try Walking In My Shoes

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | Lyric | |

The End To A Wild Ride

This is the end of all the rollercoasters we have rode
So dont look back
Because the world is going up in smoke
Just ride along with me
We will find eachother when the light goes out

Lost in a Wilderness
Will we find ourselves again
After we have been blown up into peices
Who will survive?
Who will make it to the end?

The clouds will darken
And the sun will go black
There bombs will drop
And Silence our voices

Would we have found the love 
We were searching for in the 60's
Would we have found the peace
We researched in our childhood

Would we have fixed bullying
and told children about Columbine
Would we have stopped the Depression
And told children about the help they can get

Would we be ready when the world ends
Or will we be left in the past
Would we believe in God in time for our ending
Or will we still be selling books on another religion

One day we will forget how to hope and learn how to fear.


Details | Romanticism | |

He Loved Her

He loved her,
she was blind and loved someone else
who did not love her back.
He truly loved her,
but she held him as just a friend;
nothing more than that unwanted title.
He loved her,
soon he'd relize she wasn't the one
he was truly looking out for,
and she was like a blind fish in a salty sea
looking for the hook to pull her in.
He loved her;
but now there is no more to be shared,
it is sad;
truly it is very, very sad.

He went on to greater and better
and she stayed behind in her cloud of smoke
and liver full with alcohols and lungs filled with cancers;
not to be mean;
but she had lost something good...
She had lost a man who truly loved her.

This is a sad tale of love; not being found in the right or wrong place,
see the romantic side is they will still find love,
Oh yes she will find someone
and he will find someone too;
but they will be two different people
who, by their definition will treat them
not for what they possess in their pockets and driveways,
but what they truly possess in their own hearts.

Love does not have just one definition, but many definitions
that all relate to our own needs in life.
In the end we all find love,
just not with the people we except to love us back.

12/2/13


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Set Me Free

Like an animal im locked away in this cage,
Standing in the middle of this stage,
With chains all over my soul trying to break free,
The feeling is to painful like a feeling from a thorned tree. 

I scream out at the top of my lungs,
Set me free, of the chains that are holding me with evil tongues. 
Living with my soul being captured, feels like im dead,
Pulling and taring these chains from my soul only hurts my head.

I finally fall to my knees and cry out,
I reach my hand out to God, apologizing for getting caught.
He forgives me like he always does and breaks these chains that im held by,
Now I can walk with a smile on my face and not wanting to die.


Details | Chant Royal | |

Served

The war rings in their ears.
Sleep cannot still the din.
They cannot run from these fears,
many are called back again.
Men and women without faces
fight and die in foreign places.
Homeless, yet homeward bound
with battle cries that make no sound.
No work at home, no free lunch clause
no education’s a bad background.
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

Children called with meager years
to die for others sins,
or to return with only tears
for no one lets them in.
Loved ones run from their embrace
for once gentle hands hold bloods trace
So, they leave their stomping ground 
seeking shelter in the streets dead sound.
Brethren lost within the sauce
drugged, jailed or returned to compound 
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

The young ones never learn its clear
that age has power built in.
How easy it is to bring them here
to battle once again.
Ministers, Presidents, and Kings efface
the innocence of youth un-shamefaced 
replenishing dead son and daughter found
with others to toil until they’re brought to ground
Political capital, each person’s a cat’s paw
a number, a body count, a vagrant, now a clown
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

Prince, must our children die to give you ground?
Must they accept your greed without a sound?
Can peace never be our Cause?
Are we to be the fox to your vicious hound?
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

* 3 Stanza version with a 5 line envoy
**The use of this form is meant to contrast the reality
of the soldier with the actions of the heirarchy.




Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


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GOLDEN ASHES

Golden ashes


You are as gold in my eyes;
How I see your rise
So deep I pry
Still then I cry

Can I ever run away from you?
you light up my dreaded end
Like chyme in my belly
Your end is nearing time

You stick so close to my lip;
How I wish I could skip
But you bring forth strength
Only to rent my fears for a while

Still stuck in the mystery of you;
I await your dusk
A thousand tusks is no publicity
Compare to your futility

We long for your history
Although reality long beckons
You stay true to the demon you are
You’re an illusion as to Golden Ashes

THE INVINCIBLE PEN


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A Cohen Questions God

Oh, God, tell me why
You made my bones
From dust
My soul
From 
Hebrew 
Clay

Tell me why 
You made my mind
From storms
Dark remnants
Of the day

Reveal all your secrets
Why you placed me
In this
Pain

Show me a 
Hidden
Higher 
Path
The one 
From which 
I strayed

Refill the pool of
Laughter 
Whose waters
Have been 
Drained

God

You 

Made

Me 

So 

Sad

And...

Naked I kneel
Before you
Sing your 
Yahweh
Name

Naked in your 
Temple
Bathed in 
Holy
Shade

Tell me why
I was born 
A priest
Fallen
And 
Betrayed

Fallen
From your 
Garden
Lost 
In every
Way.

 


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

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


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Romanticism | |

Can't Love be with me for once

Can't Love be with me for once

in my life.

Can't Love for once in my life

see the way I live

and accept me for who I am

and not for what I possess.

I have seen love bounce back and forth

through the darkened streets of life

and I sat on the park benches,

alone.

I can't wait till love comes again

but can't love just be with me for once

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

come through the doors of perception.

Can't Love be with me for once

throughout the valleys of sorrow and depression

and shine its glorious face onto me,

like the first morning rays of the sun at dawn.

I cannot understand, why

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

Why?

I ask you, why?

Can't Love just laugh, and talk to me

Can't the arrow of Cupid find me already.

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

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

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

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

once in a great, blue moon.

Too walk through the dew sprinkled, dawn days in August

as I walk to my chamber

and ready to love,

but love can't be found.

Can't love just come already.

Show its pretty face,

Hold my hand,

kiss me and I kiss back,

to read a book of poetry to her

as she lays in my arms,

and then we shall make love

under the twilight.

The stars shall shine

the moon shall be bright and full

and I shall find love one day.

One lonely day, as I sit in the wayward cafe

drinking my sorrows away,

writing my poetry

and love shall walk through that door

I shall find her and take her by the hand

and kiss her upon her soft cheek.

I just ask,

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


Details | Epic | |

Insanity

My mind quizzed me
I became insane
Thrashed by the hopes of yesterday
Vanished dreams embraced me
Gulped down by the qualms of tomorrow
Swam through the ruthlessness of life
With my head buried in anguish of past failures
Hail those that broke through
Hail those that challenged the status quo
Hail the heroes of our past
I'm challenged by horrors of times of yore
Dark images with no flesh I see
Foaming beings with blue eyes they sail
Shadows feature in my dreams
Nocturnal beings toyed with my feelings
Toothless ghost smiled at me
I was swallowed by my fear
By the inscrutabilities of life
Alas! My fears are over
I no more walk in the market square
With my pants used as head gear
Ancestors our village
Libations were poured to you from the calabash
But you refused to accept food and drinks
Am I insane again? 
Or is my mind quizzing me
Why am I wondering in the wilderness of my past?
Or has my brain been twisted again
Why am I dreaming yet again?
Or has the toothless ghost been made to smile at me once more
Am insane, but not in the asylum
I walk among our people
With lost hope and cracked dreams 
With lots of questions on my mind
Don't look at me with your naked eyes
Just with the eyes you can't see me
But I’m not invincible
Insanity reigns in my blood
                                *Sat*22nd Sept*2012*


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WEEPING WILLOW

The breeze of the morn she sought.
     Her eyes were wild, as she thought.
Her hands tremble like a leaf on a tree.
     She marked her steps silently.
Sylphlike is her frame.
     She was a lady not a dame.
Within a distance, she looks back.
     The mansion, she found, was in blackness.
So many skeletons remain.
     Her cape begins to skein.
Angst, she releases a sigh.
     The tears she would cry.

Lithe, she bends,
     as agile as the breeze as the wind.
Interchangeability she disallows,
     as she raised her head up to the clouds.
Perhaps, she thinks, life has been lived.
     Ideology misconstrued she perceived.
This lady was once of rank.
     But, now her spirit sank.
No authority does she has.
     Moreover, no one cares.
The breeze of morning she seeks 
     to find inner peace.

Her story, she feels, must not be shared
     too much pain to reveal.
She will not let the world in.
     A dead life ends.
The beginning of a generation is her discourse.
     She will stiffen her backbone and reform.
Solidify from the melodrama, she walks within determination.
     Her ideas begin to form via life manifestations.
She hears the past as if it was now.
     She frowns and shouts aloud.
“Why has my life defeated me?”
     The vision recedes and she feels that victory is guaranteed.

“Who will cut me down?”
     She ponders, as she turns around.
She had secluded herself to well.
     She was not the one to change that.
"When my existence," she reflects, "is so well kempt
     idiosyncrasies are mine to consider."
Remoteness defines the trees.
     She has entered the morning breeze.
Pulling her cape close, 
     she breathed in to establish hope.
Via internal dialogue she spoke.
     “I must linger in the unknown.”
________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 17, 2014!


Details | Ballad | |

Corpse Bride

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

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

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


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

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

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

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

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

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


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Blinded

Branded, like a cigarette
crushing flesh to the bone
paralysed by fear
though you struggle on your own
your ego 's got you wary
while your mind's in control
shut empty and on edge
Oh Down you go

No formal introduction
to a girl without a face
arms stretched out wide
consoles me with her grace
she says, she's got the answer
to any kind of pain
medicated love
pyrotechnics for the flame

Guess i am
your muse my friend
oh Yes I am
she says ... 


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UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Epic | |

AWAKE

They are not here to help us…
They came to us, with the smiles of children
They came to us, with the warmth of mothers
They said we were one;
They claimed we had a common purpose 
We received them as friends
We received them with open arms
Into our homes
Into our lives

But disaster struck
A blood shed
Against men, women, children…
It was butchery
Blood flowed as tears
And tears flowed as sweat
Fine maidens made bare
Their breasts dancing and screaming in pain
Their backside heavy with soldiers
The little ones lay slayed on our streets
Their blood served as road markings
And their bodies as speed ramps
The little children that once danced our streets
And smiled at moonlight 
Now gritted their teeth out as a perch for flies
They are not here to help us…
Because when disaster struck,
Into their buses and wings they flew
Out of our soil
And watched us on the “trap screen” 
Kill and slay one another
Till there was nothing to see
But huge fattened flies, 
Dried blood,
Tiny bones of children,
Brave decayed bodies of fathers
And the pool of dead women who had
In their bosoms their lifeless infants

They are not here to help us…
When blood flowed; they left 
And carried all their likes with them
We were left alone 
Standing and awaiting death
There was no entry and no exit
Money was useless!
It was a mere paper used as back wipes
The only bribe for delayed death 
Was bottles of hard liquor and
 A word of prayer, if it was lucky enough 
To reach the ears of the maker faster than others
Yet they watched on; those we once accepted into our culture
Those we called brothers from different mothers!
Those we sang for, danced with and cheered on
They watched us in red pain
And put us on the center of the globe
As an entertaining sight

No one is here to help brothers!
We are all alone!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our graves are too full!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our generation is almost wiped out!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
We must help ourselves!!!
This madness must end now!!!







Details | Free verse | |

Perfectly you

You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.

Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.

Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar 
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.


Details | Free verse | |

When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

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


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What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

A Walk Alone

Quick as a blade lunging forward to claim a life, is this darkness falling upon me. Whispers of a sorrow, known so long ago, float in the thickness of the night. Twigs snap in the distance, I turn but my eyes fail me.. My own hand in front of my face goes unseen... then, all becomes quiet... 
   Walking along a gravel path, each step makes the pebbles unearth and dance along side me until coming to a halt.. Searching for even the slightest sign of light.. my head tilts towards the sky looking for the moon or the stars to show me what little comfort they could offer.. I am alone. Even they have abandoned me on this wicked night. Owls hooting in the midst of this forest, as if to let the rest of the forest know I am here.. and I am alone.. the wind at my back shows no mercy on my path to find light.. it taunts me, urging me to run as if it knows something I do not.. As soon as that thought was finished, a screech! 
   Snapping and cracking from branches being broken in a direct path to me. Finally I can take it no more, rendered so helpless, Frantic, I run blindly with arms reached out in front of me to take the blunt force of whatever I may run into.
suddenly, there is a loud "THUD"...
   The screeching stops, as do I.. Heart pounding intensely, it is as if it is not my heart at all, but drums being played.. Lungs threatening to collapse as my knees buckle. Tears of fear streaming down these burning cheeks..
whats that? Foot steps! I ask myself, from where? I spin, there!
   Don't scream, don't move..  Crouched down low to the ground. Eyes burning from the rush of tears, heart wrenching and twisting between my ribs.
A light! Scared, I stand.. One moment passes and the next I'm running... but why? Light is what I'm searching for! No..safety.. from fears and my pain... 
   This forest is a manifestation of my fears.. I must face them!
My feet come to a steady stop. Turning to face the enclosing footsteps.. My adrenalin is fading I can now feel where the broken branches had their way with the bare skin of my arms and legs. I can feel the lumps forming.

The light!
Eyes shut I cling to a nearby tree.. deep breaths in, deep breathes out.. bracing myself for what is about to come.

My eyes dart open...


Details | Imagism | |

Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.


The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.


Details | I do not know? | |

The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


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Details | Bio | |

Take The Next Step

Im gone, im leaving now, 
Taking one last breath I remember my vow.
You holding my hand so gently,
Your tears falling, and kissing my lips so greatly. 

I look into your eyes while my life flashes before my eyes,
My hand on my heart feeling the way it dies.
I manage to squeeze one last request out of my depth, 
I take you hand and tell you to take the next step.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Death, it is a sad way to go

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Lampo the Traveling Dog

Lampo

At the train station in Campiglia
Within sight of Elba Island
Stands the statue of a mongrel
A mix of a something Highland
The statue shows Lampo just sitting
His right paw aloft as if to shake
And facing the train tracks he watches
Just thinking which one he might take
Beloved by every railman
And those who rode Italy’s rail
Lampo the famed riding dog stands
And this is old Lampo’s sad tale
He came from the states in the 50s
To Italy so goes the tales
He lived a life that was quite different
The dog loved to just ride the rails
Now how he got left in Campiglia
The writer of this doesn’t know
The railmen there at the station
Simply let him come and go
Somehow he got to know schedules
Could tell a slow train from express 
He managed to go some place each day
But where it might be was a guess
He always made sure not to go far
And to catch an connector each day
That took him right back to Campiglia
And he never once lost his way
Lampo – which means flash of lightening
Made over three thousand trips
Each day with everyone watching
Into a train car he slips
A station master in Rome once
Called Campiglia to see if he
Should put Lampo on the right train back
But Campiglia said let him be
So Lampo sat watching the trains run
Picked one and climbed on aboard
That evening he’s back in Campiglia
His reputation then simply soared
After that there was no stopping
This traveling dog or his fame
And tied to his collar were train stubs
Of all of the train station names
And you know this dog was quite friendly
And always knew which cars were best
To get a bite or to get petted
Or simply to just take a rest
Only once in eight years did he slip up
Asleep he just missed his last stop
But back tracking he finally got home
As train upon train he did hop
This feat said those local railmen
Could only be done by a man
Who had held a printed timetable
Of those trains right there in his hand
Ironically the four-legged hitchhiker
Died under the wheels of a freight
The kind of train he had avoided
As if maybe knowing his fate
It happened right there in Campiglia
The old dog had been feeling ill
He needed a boost from a trainman
He wanted to ride the train still
Nobody saw the dog jump off
As onto the train track he lay
But after the train left the station
Poor Lampo had just passed away
He stands guard now there in Campiglia
Silently watching the trains
The poor dog has not been forgotten
For always his memory remains.


Details | I do not know? | |

irresistible FADED memory

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

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


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


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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Heartbreak Choke

You dont see it coming

no one ever does

but its only a swallow away

so count them silently

and hold them dear

because the next one comin

you should fear

you will know when it comes

and know so clear

that this one coming

is your last

because heartbreak grabs you

hard around your throat

and there is no way to escape

so you just choke

and you can wish for death 

and it's not coming

and that my friend is

The Heartbreak Choke


Details | Free verse | |

Burn Away

BURN AWAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/2/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Bio | |

The Man Behind the Mirror

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

HARD TO SEE

                                                                   Water In My Eyes

It’s hard to take off, when you’re left grounded.  Something lost I can’t find it.
 I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide

                                               “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

A feeling that comes over you, it comes and goes 
Often now putting me to my knees, a thirst for knowledge has grown.
Interpretations given to me, I want to fly but I’m stuck on the ground is what I realized.
I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

You carry those you lost and offer you in their place, all you have are the memories a heart ache, a still picture of their face. Quest for knowledge you have shown, you can only save yourself when it’s time to kneel at the thrown. Interpretations given to me, still unable to fly I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

Arms out reached in front of me, waiting for a touch back to assist and help guide me, I know your there even in the open air, as the breeze passes by pushing out the water in my eye.
 Looking to the sky before it drips drops and it freezes. As u notice only your sign the one only you can see. If you found it it’s meant for you to continue to believe. Before you know it you’re looking up into the sky. You see clearly through a dry eye. No more needs God has heard you and now he will guide you.

Walking a set path try to live a life right. God will always give you your way of sight.
Keeping faith is all for just such a reason. It’s nice to see through all life’s seasons. But almost daily it gets blurry and things change size.







                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”
                                                                                 By Paul J Williams Sr
                                                                                 


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

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


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

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

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Rhyme | |

The Man

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Visions of a quick and painful death (The last thoughts of my uncle Arturo)

There’s something wrong with me,
Choking up my soul,
as I try to be.

It’s getting dark here, 
I don’t know where to go.

Vision blurry and
my breathing has become slow.

The final curtain is at its last stand.
I'm Being brought down,
and I don't seem to understand.

I see a flash, full circle was exposed.
I know for sure...
this is the farthest I will go.

At this point nothing is left to regret,
I feel the tension 
and the pressure now I'm upset


Details | Romanticism | |

Betrayal

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love is betrayal... love


Details | Epic | |

Teen Pregnancy 3: The Reasons Why I'm Against Teen Pregnancy

I'm against teen pregnancy because it's a waste of time and energy. I'm against teen pregnancy because it'll alter the future of all teen boys and teen girls. So, every day, the parents had to tell their teen daughters to not get knocked up, and their teen sons to not get the girls pregnant. But no matter what the parents do to prevent their teen sons and teen daughters from ever being parents at an early age, let alone 15, no matter how hard they try, their teens just won't listen. It's bad enough that the moms and the dads have to just suffer, thereby being grandparents this early. Plus, it's a heartache for almost everybody. It seems that the backs of every mom and dad have been turned, even when their teens are going to an unsupervised party, filled with underage drinking. The next thing everybody knows, those teen boys and teen girls will have had unprotected sex and in less than 72 hours, those girls will have been either gotten STDs, or have gotten pregnant. After the babies are born, all teen boys and teen girls will have been stuck with their kids for life, which means no more going to parties, no more going to the movies, no more going to the mall, or any of that kind of stuff. Definitely no more hanging out with friends. Those teens will have to go to school, to work, and raise their children at the same time. And what's making everybody sick is that those teen guys are refusing to help their girlfriends raise their children. After all, those womanizing jerks, they got those underage girls pregnant. And the next thing everybody knows, all of the infants that those teen girls, who will have given birth to, will have taken over the planet by the year 2015. Those teen girls, they should've kept their legs closed and kept their clothes on. Those teen guys, they should've used condoms. And mostly, those teen couples, they should've waited until after their education was completed and they'd gotten married. This is starting to look like episodes of "Teen Mom" and "16 & Pregnant" on MTV and those paternity shows on "The Maury Povich Show." Now I know why I never became a father at an early age, let alone 13 or 17; it would’ve made both of my parents so devastated and seriously depressed. And if teen pregnancy continues to wreak havoc on every teen boy and teen girl in America, their parents and their futures, they’re doomed. No children until after education is finished and marriage.


Details | Epic | |

Matters of life and death

If time was an equation
I would factorise this 
Quadratic problem
Till i see life's simplified 
form
If Life was a Compound 
atom
I would break it's weak 
hydrogen bonds
And visualise it 
In it's Raw-Echlon-Form
If nature had living 
customs
Life wouldn't go any 
wrong

Sadness cut my heart like 
sharp knives
As the current nightmare 
take my mind journey to 
the past
A devestating destination 
where good memories 
would fail to last
A land of sorrow, stress, 
and hope un-available till 
the avanger of blood 
arrives
And strikes down 
innocent lives

How cruel and heartless
Taking by force lives
Gifts from God perfect & 
priceless
Coming to steal, kill & 
destroy,
When when God has 
brought joy?
Some matters i just leave 
up to Him
Him who has come to 
give life
And Life in abundance


Details | ABC | |

MidNight Wishes

Even though i did not hear your voice tonight i'm still ahit,
I will go on like this for ever, i wont go out without a fight. 
I'll fight till the end of this life to win your heart,
All you have to do is tell me when to start.

The music blarrin in my head phones at 1:52 AM and i'm lovin it, 
cause it helps me remember your gorgeous smile like it was meant to fit. 
Wanting to feel your touch and kisses all over me ignites the fire in me,
Wanting to take you by your hand and run wild in a big sea. 

There aint much i can say to express myself but this will have to do for tonight,
I think its just that i haven't reached height.
You no I love you and that's all that matters or will ever matter to me,
I will love you till i die, like I told you before, cant you see? 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Guilty

September 29, 2012
--------------------------

The fault is entirely my own
My influence troubling you even when you're alone
the fault lies entirely with me
don't you understand, can't you see
I'm full of anger and negativity
A blackness-a darkness that spreads
It infects those around me like a poison-rendering logic dead
I make decisions, I think of only me, not you
Or them and then like an acidic snowball thrown to-
A cataclysmic catastrophe erupts
Like a volcano spewing its deadly lava and smoke
Until we all wither and choke
The fault is entirely my own
Entirely my own...


Details | I do not know? | |

Fairies in the Night

Once upon a starry night,
the fairies came to play.
No grown up knew they exist,
no child could resist.
The children went to play and have fun, 
but the fairies had a plan.
For the children who see them must never return,
or parents would hunt them down.
When it came time to go home,
the children couldn't go.
"MOMMA!" "PAPPA!" they would cry to no avail,
their voices lost in the night.
Their hopeless parents looked and looked,
the childeren were never found.
All they found was a mushroom circle in the ground.
Now late at night, the fairies dance,
a dance of sorrow in the grass.
For the children didn't know,
that the fairies wouldn't let them go.
Keep them innocent,
it brings no harm.
But to the parents,
they'd taken their souls.


Details | Rhyme | |

Repair the Tear

Repair the Tear

Ripped and torn apart
Wishing we could just restart
Where are you, comforter?
Will you only watch as everything falls apart?

Repair the tear

Pick up the shattered dreams
Drown out the splintered screams
Where are you, comforter?
Nothing is ever as it seems

Repair the tear

Drown them in sorrow
There will be no tomorrow
Where are you comforter?
Spread your sorrow

Repair the tear

What have you done?
Why are we only one
Where are you, comforter?
Everything is coming undone

Repair the tear
Repair the tear

There is no resolve
They all just self-revolve
Where are comforter?
they dissolve

Repair the tear

There is no repair
Ripping open the tear
There is no comforter
Falling into despair

Tear the repair


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

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

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

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

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

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Surrender

A sweet grain
Softly tasted upon my life
Turned over in my body
To enhance, increase, its longevity

Beginning to dissolve 
Wishing it’d stay
Slowly gone
A small taste lingers

Moments pass
The memory of deliciousness escapes
A craving formulates
A need, a want, an essential

This time it’s different
One grain is not enough
A more fulfilling amount is needed
To sate my hunger

An addiction forms
Repeated actions and results
Until the resource disappears
In the end rehabilitation

Relapse shifts life
The bliss outweighs consequences
Its flavor engulfs me
Unable to escape this love


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

7-7 London terror

7/7 London terror attack 2005

7/7 London terror 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005


Details | I do not know? | |

Free

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Failed Sunrise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

Honor of Friendship-Part One

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


Details | Cowboy | |

NIGHTMARES & WHISKEY

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

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

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

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


Details | Monorhyme | |

Come Back My Angel.....

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


Details | Lyric | |

A Turning Point

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


Details | Epic | |

Your always loved

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

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

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

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

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

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


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."


Details | Narrative | |

Honor of Friendship-Part Three

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

I Have No Girlfriend

A girl of my choice is way too hard to find. Every time I see an attractive girl, I keep finding out that she already has a boyfriend or is happily married to her husband and has children with the guy. It breaks my heart just thinking about it. It seems that I'm trying way too hard. Maybe I'm looking too hard for this special someone. It also seems that I'm not good enough for any of the girls of my choice, let alone one girl who's about my age. Now that all of the good, attractive ones have been taken by random guys, I'm reduced to nothing. I should've met those girls by choice sooner rather than later. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, and no matter how many times I have to reach out to those girls from my past or whatever, I couldn't give her some St. Valentine's Day presents, let alone red roses, I couldn't ask her out on a date, I'm barely dealing with the fact that these girls each have boyfriends or happily married, and I've been rejected one too many times. I should be in a serious relationship with a girl of my choice and trust, I shouldn't spend Saturday nights in total boredom. But the fact that one of the girls I was interested in is with a guy who's way more attractive than I am makes me very sick. And no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it's just not enough for any of them. And since I have no girlfriend of my choice, even one of them outside my race, I'm forced to spend the rest of my life in solitude alone; thereby remaining in a real, depressive state. And every time I see a loving couple, it makes me depressed and they shove it right in my face. It's like someone had taken a butcher knife, plunged in in my chest, and yanked my heart out, killing me in an instant. I can't bear to handle this type of rejection. Well, I might as well die a virgin because there's just no point of me dealing with the fact that these girls are either happily married or already in multiple serious relationships with their current boyfriends. Being lonely and depressed and not having a female companion of my choice to talk to on a Saturday night is sad, and it's definitely pathetic. How legitimately disappointing. If I don't find me a girlfriend of my choice and I don't get married on time before my 25th or 30th birthday, I'm going to die a virgin. When will all of the rejection and the torment end? When will I stop being lonely and depressed? When will I ever learn?


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

honor of Friendship-Part Two

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


Details | Romanticism | |

Lives wasted with foolish dreams

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

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Shattered Hearts Death




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

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

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

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


written 5-28-2012

theme - 1)a broken heart

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


Details | Free verse | |

Wasted Time

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Verse | |

Oh Sweet Dreamer

Tuesday, October 29, 2012
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Oh Sweet Dreamer
Where have you gone?
Lost in this world-tormented, withdrawn
Find your way from reality
Back to sweet serenity

Oh sweet dreamer
Where have you gone?
The sky is brightening-almost dawn
leave this place of false enchantment-be free
Find your way back to the dream-back to me

Oh sweet dreamer
Oh sweet dreamer
In a wave if darkness I search for you with this song
you've been gone for far too long
Oh sweet dreamer

Sweet Dreamer
Where have you gone
Come back to me before I fade at the break of dawn
For years have I been searching for you
Have you been searching for me too?

Oh sweet dreamer
Oh sweet dreamer
Find your way from reality
Back to sweet serenity
Back to me...
Oh sweet dreamer
Where have you gone?
Oh sweet dreamer
return to me, before the dawn


Details | Free verse | |

Against My Will

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

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

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

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

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

sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Free verse | |

When the lights are gone

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


Details | Ballad | |

The battle within

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


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When will you be set free?


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 2

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

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

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

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


Details | Epic | |

I Have No Life

I have no life. My social status had been destroyed after high school graduation and I've
been depressed since the age of 13. All of my friends have left my life for good. I'm
trying to cope, or better yet, deal with these changes, but I just have mixed feelings
about them. I have no life because I've wasted my time thinking about the past, instead of
looking at the future. Over the years, I've experienced heartbreak, after heartbreak,
after heartbreak. When all of the girls of my dreams have been taken by other guys before
I had a chance to talk to them, I almost lost it. And when I found out that girls my age
had real boyfriends already and/or already married to their husbands with children, I
almost flipped and I cried; like, sobbing; in tears. It's like somebody has stolen someone special from me.
It's also like I matter to no one. And on top of all that, it's like someone took a
butcher knife out of the kitchen, stabbed me right in the abdomen, plunged another butcher
knife right into my chest, and ripped---nay---yanked my heart out; killing me in an
instant. This type of rejection is sad, depressing, and it breaks my heart just thinking
about it. I wish I could go back in time and change everything, but I can't do that.
There's nothing that I can do to change the past; it's already done. This isn't what I had
in mind. Right now, I wish that things were better if I hadn't been rejected one to many
times and I were to walk into someone else's shoes.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

True Reflection

Looking in the glass, I see the scars, I see the tears fall, from her tired eyes. I smile, Then watch her force a smile, Back at me. The hurt within her, Barely hiding. She smiles, She tried to make you believe, That she's okay. She's okay with it all. The emptiness, No longer haunts her in her sleep. I see the tiredness under her eyes. She gets angry, Turns away, Turns back with a raised fist. Tears streaming from her eyes. Then, A smash, A crash, Shattered glass. Finally, I walk way, From the broken Mirror.


Details | Ballad | |

Therion

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


Details | Personification | |

For The Most Part






      ------

The most "fri-ti-ning"
Part of dieing is knowing
That Thou hath' lived
And need-eth' not live
Any more...
      -----
The most "fri-ti-ning" part
Of Living...
Is thinking that you have
Lived much too long,
And that now,
You are sitting at "Deaths' Door"
      ------
That death is coming soon
Same as He has before
      ----
But, when Death doth'
Come...
And Konck's at the deemed'
Doth' Door.....
As your mouth hit the floor
Their is no need to
Leave the room...any-more
Just be ready...
And pick you mouth 
Back off the floor.....
      ------
For Christ has already 
Shed the Blood for you
      ------
Fore He is Jesus
    -----
It dose not matter
To what, You may assume
Fore He will be there soon..
     ------
Know that Jesus will
Fill the room....
      ------
And their will be plenty
Of Light...
For Restoration is never
          Too soon!
Fore this is not your Plight... 

               GF


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A Tragic Day

Up the steep wall Scotty climbed, soon he would be out of time
The ravine stood proud and tall, death was waiting if he'd fall
Down below they snapped their jaws, flung and threw their angry claws
Their eyes, they swirled round and round, hoping supper would be found

Scotty looked up, up above, he longed just to save his love
Lucy stood, tear in her eye, her face showed pain and she cried
Lucy wore a belt of rope, not by choice, not by her vote
A bandit had tied her there, took her purse, left without care

Scotty did put up a fight, Scotty fought with all his might
He got pushed over the edge, the bandit laughed from the ledge
Two hearts beat for each other, hoping not for another
Several more steps tot he top, love would not let Scotty stop

He huffed and puffed, pressing on, his strength was weak but not gone
Almost there, a few more feet, upon his face the sun beat
Then the edge found his bare hand, finally! the thought was grand
One more heave, Scotty was up, he stood, he held the golden cup

He ran straight for Lucy's side, happy they were, smiles wide
"Lucy, Lucy, I love you!" they were safe, their love was true
The day had been filled with fear, but that has now past, joy is here
The sunset now danced with glee, sadness was gone, jubilee


Details | Free verse | |

The Dying Limb

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

The great english beauty for princess diana


There is a english girl
That we all  know
And she is a lady

She changes the world
Where ever she goes
then one day she was taken from we

people was sad around the world
we don,t believe she is gone
so to find this english girl
thats how  my journey began

And I sailed across the seven seas
I climb the highest mountains
I solve all the Egyptian mysteries
But I never found her  again

How can we be the same again?
When the fire is all ready burning
I guess this is our destiny
and every day brings a brand new morning

And I sailed across the seven seas
I climb the highest mountains
I solve all the Egyptians mysteries
But i never saw her again

At lease I have the memories’
of this great english beauty
and in years to come I will tell the story
of the great english  beauty
and how she was taken from we
the great princess di


Details | Free verse | |

listen below,a sinful fiery diary of hell

listen below,a sinful fiery diary! 

Grey smoke,choking the air, 
careless fire, burning souls in oblivion. 
Heat emanating from a pool of sins,
lite charcoal grounds, fire spiting ashes.

Flames dancing with burning sinners,
black clouds raining fire on pleas of mercy, 
eternal blaze. 

Screeching screams, subdued by flames.
Flaming cages, beneath brimstone,
dragons guarding the underworld entrance.

All therein ruled by the fallen one,a flaming
crown orbiting his skull, sitting on a throne
made of sinful skeletons,a forsaken pool of
fire.

 Flames bumbling heavenly blood dry.
Demons lurk an work above the fire,on earth they
gather sinful souls.
To feed a hungry "FIRE"!  
To quench its thirst.

listen below,a sinful fiery diary!


Details | Blank verse | |

A Brighter Day

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

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

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


Dedication to: Olga Kuznetsova. R.I.P


Details | Rhyme | |

Burn in Shame

September 29, 2012
--------------------------

Guilty Guilty,
I'm to blame
Guilty Guilty,
Burn in shame
The lying game, the dying game
Play no more
Drown in misery until there's nothing more
Guilty Guilty
We're all to blame
Guilty guilty
A blazing inferno covering our shame 
But in reality the most at fault,
Is I
I am the one to blame
I am guilty
Guilty Guilty


Details | Epic | |

Eternity of Silent Suffering

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

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

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

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

I scream. 

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

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

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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Standing in the Darkness yet again

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Innocent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Forget us but not me

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


Details | Lyric | |

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



Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly everything stops. Silence…






Details | Free verse | |

Another day

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


Details | Lyric | |

Jagged Edges








                                            I had once walk this earth naked and broken
                                           With my eyes I could not see
                                           Finding a vein in my heart with the pulse of life
                                           I no longer walk in the way of deceit
                                           I was drifted to the jagged edges of my world
                                           and the earth taking from under my feet
                                           Arrows of truth killed my sorrow
                                           Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is to come, and
                                           today I'm at peace.






Details | Free verse | |

The dream

"...Even if it kills me to do so in the end." I said having a tighter grip than before "You ready?" I then start dragging her out of the darkness realizing we might never escape it "Just hold on!" I exclaim looking into her eyes then back at the darkness "I won't let go." I say as we both get sucked into the darkness, we both then start to fade and I still have her hand screaming her name as we dissappear.


Details | Rhyme | |

doll face

weeping sorrows,
my heart is left to drown,
you all sit and stare,
as i fall down down down,

do you not care,
or can you not see
this life is unfair,
and has decided she will be the end of me,

i see you there,
laughing in delight,
but i lay here knowing,
this will be our last night,

air so clear,
moon so bright,
yet i can not see,
for there is no light,

curl up and die,
lie and wait,
am i excpected,
to accept this as my fate?

screams so cold,
shivers run deep,
hell's been given,
my soul to keep,

heaven can wait,
i'm not wanted there,
through it all,
i refuse to care,

flames dance in circles,
demons prowl,
im still falling,
through air so foul.



uh... there. 


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


Details | Lyric | |

It's Obvious

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


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A Brave Soldier

In his heart he holds courage, 
In his hands he holds our lives. 
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the the front lines. 
He is weaken by all the death, 
He is haunted by there souls. 
For he knows in this battle, hatred rules one's goal. 
He does not fight for hatred, 
He fights for there lives instead. 
Cause he knows hatred has no value, when so many are dead. 

As he lays in death, knowing it will come, 
He glances at the sky and makes peace with all he's done. 
For on the battlefield, life is as precious as gold. 
And one must always choose should it be friend or foe? 
He closes his eyes and hopes in his death no more victims will fall. 
But, in his heart he knows his country one day will call. 
For A Brave Soldier to take the front line and give there his life as he, 
He just hopes all are content knowing A Brave Soldier he will always be. 





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Lovers Departed

Lovers departed
Like two souls unwanted
Sent to Hell in a hand basket
To make it out on your own
Futures are uncertain
Hope can be lost
Place faith in the fact that
What could have been, never was

Hearts and minds tend to fight
An epic tug-of-war
All you ever wanted 
blew out the front door
And now all we do is search
For Mister and Miss Right
But did we just maroon them, each other, on shore?

Long words abandoned
For those softer on tongues
One plans the future,
The other plans today’s fun
Why can’t they both
Simply cross the other’s path
It’s for not lack of trying
Until turning one’s back

Memories have faded
Yet others return
Was it a fair exchange 
to receive the good for the spurned?
The wrong days will cut you
With fears and regrets
Sometimes we hold onto
What no one thinks is best

In the foggy uncertain
Only time can unfold
If happiness awaits 
Or you die old and alone


Details | Couplet | |

Beaten Up

Strange sounds strike
In the heart can create a spike
Nerves also under pressure
The intensities you try 2 measure


Details | Narrative | |

Whiskey Wishes

from this barstool i have sat waitting for some moment 
of insiperation to come to me 
But the only thing that that comes to me is
a bartender with another drink.

And in empty reflection lost in a jukebox's song
played by a lonley heart shooting pool.
I cant recall where the spark went.
maybe it fell to floor like the ash from a cigarette.

the page waits at home like a wife waitting in worry as her husban is off doing God knows  
what  so worried only wishing he'd return.
And when he does the fear fades and the anger kicks in.

The bottle doesnt hold a key but it does know me well.
I kiss it's fiery lips and cant resist it's charm.
so I sit with it passing hours in a dance that will end in
nothing but another wasted night  and a bitter morning taken
out apon my  mind.

In a swirl of hungover thoughts id leave half written pages.
To soon find themselves collecting with my ever growing arsenal  of 
drunken rants.
All ending bitter and cold.

But when the whiskey hits I'll make such great plans 
that will never be.   
I'll write that epic that will keep in the minds 
other writers.
And in the warm arms of women who wanna love a 
trainwreck just to say they've known what it's like.

Whiskey wishes are like sparks from a much larger fire.
the sparks fly off into the midnight sky.
only to fade befor are very eye.


Details | Epic | |

Such A Wonderful Girl Gone So Younge

This week I found out you
had ended youre life
you were the perfect mother,daughter,friend and wife
I am sad i didnt get to know you better
You had a smile that could have changed any weather
Life got to hard and its one thing i get 
but you my friend i shall never forget
you will remain forever in my heart
you were always a good friend 
who deserved a fresh start
im sad a pure kind soul is no longer here
but now youre out of pain
and have no fear
Neena George a friend so true
this world will not be the same 
without you!


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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.


Details | Elegy | |

Winters Grasp

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


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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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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? | |

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 | Free verse | |

Shut Out

October 19, 2012
------------------------

She refuses to speak, to answer me
Her silence thicker than molasses- I hate it
Until now I never truly felt so alone
That was- until she shut me out
The silence- I can no longer stand
Out of sight and out of mind
Upon this cruel night
I wish for you
to return to me my friend
Please....
This silence I can no longer stand


Details | Ballad | |

Diedre II

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


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Verbally Twisted

My vocabulary might be a little bent and dented but its mostly twisted, 
a self-made dictionary with a little dark thought and white light in life and craziness itself mixed in it,
 I get up in the morn ready to take the day on after just one egg on a pancake biscuit,
 I got the recipe for verbal insanity just give me the egg beater and with this vocabulary I'll mix in it,
 break the word batter down like a plumber leaking water until I re fix it, 
I got one of kind writing style its too unique for any typical fool to ****en miss it,
 I got the entertainment on writing just ask me for one and I wont sell it I'll just give you a free Se7en King ticket,
 I get your mind thought high so high in the sky lifted, 
I can give a two flying ****s if my haters say I aint got talent because these words they self so freaking gifted,
 I make poems shake like earthquakes fools cant you see how my words already got your mind shifted,
 This poem is my girl I kiss it, 
This poem is just like my weed i roll up and ****ing hit it, 
This word written *****is so addictive, 
Drugs and alcohol so self-conflictive, 
now how can this king ever, ever quit it, 
These words are dying I better get some gas for this verbal car like weed everyday I better get it,
 I live the life of a young Shakespeare I write like I cant ever regret it, 
I put this poetry *****on the line with my own life dont think I wont bet it? 
So **** you, they, them, her and even me, yeah there I done said it, 
letting go of poetic gun shells firing poetic unleaded, 
shooting cowardice poets like paper shredded, 
where many young lost crooked souls go unfed den, 
watch where your two feet may be treading, 
you got to watch your surrounding so much they circle around the same setting, 
**** Life until death say's otherwise, 
I'm just kind of crazy like that I'm just a little TWISTZTED.... TWISTIFIED...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Enough Is Enough

No matter what he or she does, no matter how hard he or she does, it's not good enough for the others. These people who've been trying way too hard to impress other people have been treated like trash since ever. The only thing that other people are good at is being way better than the others. And the fact that day in and day out, week after week, for the past few years, people like their so-called "boyfriends" and their so-called "girlfriends," people like his or her so-called "best friends" had the audacity to disrespect this guy or girl. It's just like when these people have been seriously rejected by their so-called "attractive peers" after they asked them out on dates or get together someday and because of the way they looked. The moment these people have forgotten about the others, it had finally dawned on them. It seems that these people never really wanted to be friend with each other or go out on dates in the near future, anyway.  And come to think of it, It's not enough for them. Some people are just completely ungrateful. After everything these people have done for each other, like ask them out on dates and/or offering them real friendships, it's like they've accomplished nothing. Even breaking their backs for each other, it's still not enough. And this type of rejection is making everybody sick, even me. Well, no more of being rejected. No more of being treated like trash. And no more being stepped on and pushed around. This type of rejection has got to stop. So as of right now, this ends right now! Enough is enough, and it's time for a real change!


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apocalypse

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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Lover's Nightmare

I dreamed I lost love
that i never even had
it hurt so much
you just wouldn't understand

my dream turned into a nightmare
when i found out my lover wasn't real
when my friend told me i just couldn't cope
pain and only pain was all i could feel

i cried my eyes out
and my friend comforted me
it turned out he was just a computer program
my heart locked and only he had the key

i can't believe he was just a hologram
i really can't because we kissed
he brought me eight roses
the four others weren't even missed

he was really sweet and kind
but he wasn't real and my friend knew all along
she hinted and that's how i figured it out
and that was when everything went wrong

i didn't get to say goodbye
before he had disappear(ed)
what was first a lover's dream
turned into a lover's nightmare


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House Of Cards

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

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


Details | Free verse | |

Barnacles on Bones

  Sirens call
       And tempests toss
      
        The Dutchman asks his due.

 Scythed by moonlight
        the dark crystal sea beckons
 To the romantic, the foolhardy
          The adventurous and unwise.
 
   The sea is a wicked lover
 Every seven years
           You’ll threaten her yoke
                   Tempted by the land
            

   But Lorelei will not be idle.
   Your song she will yet sing

sinewy seaweed snakes
round your limbs
pulling you

Under
Under
Under
 
As bubbles like drowned pearls
Leave your lips like a kiss


Details | Bio | |

Depression Kills

I don't know how long it has been since i heard your voice, 
I don't know why i left without a word, but it was not my choice.
You wished me away, so i left without a word,
you told me to lose you, that's all i ever heard. 

Tears ran down my face with every thought of you,
not being able to see your smile, it would punch me though.
My chest has a whole, that you put there,
it hurts some times, but its not like i care.

I been hurt to many times before to feel anything at the moment,
I thought we had some thing special, but at the end you broke it.
So now again i am all alone and I have no shoulder,
my life is empty now i am beginning to feel allot colder. 

You showed me what people can be like, some thing like you,
people that hurt others and than walk away like they had nothing to do.
But they don't know that they just ripped some ones heart out,
and your left alone, once again, bleeding on the ground.


Details | Ballad | |

The life of a phoenix

Far beyond the oceans deep, 
in an unknown land
lived the loveliness’ own bird,
dear like golden sand.
Feathers made of rainbow light
well-bred was her will,
for the sad she gave her tears
healing dead and ill.

Aye - she was beloved, but …
then she was betrayed!
Feathers felt in mans fume out;
help is always late.
Heart broke.
Her lovely spirit darkened
like a cloud in spring
when her life was broken down
like a golden ring.

With wings of leather suffering
she was found again.
One more time she had to face
love - and the pain then.
Heart broke as crystal splitters.
Her eyes transformed to red.
scales suit skins surface
fire was her breath -
she became a dragon.

Deep inside her entity
still the phoenix lives.
Loves the music, loves the joy
loves whoever gives
her the love and kindness back
that she does deserve
And in friendships fire blaze
she will face rebirth.


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WYME 1

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Wastelands

The sun reached down
Almost as if to the ground
Bleaching the skulls and the bones

Wind rustled, rustled the ash
Gently kissing the faces of the dead
Parting with a sorrow it should be said

Nevermore would the faces rise
It was the end of earth
What touched the sky

Dauntless I set ‘cross the land
A grim determination set
Fractious in its demands

A final disposition partook me of my trust
As the bleached white skull
Transcended into dust

With malicious eye I watched it
Weary of such tricks fickle to my mind
Yet remaining vigilant for such a fix

Even as the sun fell
I watched it with vigil till the end
Even then I knew I had entered The Wastelands

The rain fell from the clouds 
Vapid as it flew against the sky
Wondering what art disposed it to take me by

And as the sun did rise
Bleating dauntless in the sky
I set ever onward

Doubtless ever onward
Dauntless ever onward
Staring vexed with oblivious eye

As a traveler I lay waste
Mournful for the wretched soul
Which had withered fair

Though I doubted 
At that forsaken stare
As I stood and watched it there

That bonded soul
Did the sun reach down upon
Bleached forever on the down

Did forever it sit upon lost ground
And as I passed
I could swear for stare

Swear I saw it watch me there


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War Poems. What are they good for? Absolutely Nothing!

You can write another poem
Which shakes its head at wasted lives,
And everyone who reads it will
Wonder how war still survives,

"Your skills outline this futility,
These words will answer through the ages,"
Empty words and compliments,
Whilst outside still the battle rages.


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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Safe and Sound

Im tired, Im done
Dont treat me like Im one.
Im sick, Im through
Dont tell me what to do.

You think you know
but really you dont.
What's it like to be all alone?
Thats right you wouldn't know.

I've shed the tears and felt the pain,
because you made him go away.
I loved him more than you comprehend,
Why can't you just understand?

I'll go away and wont come back,
in that place I wont be sad. 
I'll be in his arms where I'm ok,
I'll love him true, Forever & Always.


Details | ABC | |

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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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.

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Details | Free verse | |

Unknown

I've read too many books
I've heard too many songs
I've seen too many things
to know where I belong.
To know where I fit in
along which walk of life.
I yearn not for the truth
But for a guiding light
I want to find a prince
A struggle, and a quest
I want to fight with skill
a sword upon my waist
I want to scream and yell
with all the angry crowds
I want to conquer all,
and rest in golden halls
I want my words to weave
a canopy of life
I want my stories told
To children when I die
I want to live a life
of beauty, love, and war
I want my eyes to shine,
I want my wings to soar
Alas it cannot be
The time for that is past
My dreams will never be
The world I long for never was
It's driven me insane
For when I hear the calls,
the symphony of where I ought to be
it's Powersurging thrall
The tears begin to flow
For what I'll never see
The minds that wrought my world
are cruel minds indeed.


Details | Epic | |

Home foreclosure

Sudden, unexpected 
letters
The loan weighing my 
shoulders
Now indeed gravity has 
won
Here i am down on my 
knees
Caught between pillars of 
depression
Confussion well relaxed 
in my brains
Grains of sorrow 
germinates
Raising sterms and fruits 
of tribulation

It feels like failure
How will i tell my spouse
Caught in amnesia
Speechless, Tongue dried 
Like my mouth has 
suffered drought

Expenses show no mercy
No remorse only cruelty
Banks singing "I'm empty"
Indeed i feel empty
Call a friend to help out??
No
I can't double my loans

Home foreclosure
Where is my brother,
Where is my sister,?
I feel down and out
A knocked out kick-boxer.


Details | Narrative | |

Under the full moon she was

Even before birth, she was bedeviled with claws,
Her dark skin still dry even when it rains and pours,
Leaning forward she tries to cut the African papaws;
Through it all, under the full moon she was.

It was sad when they beheaded the outlaws,
Their culture never stood on a pause.
Obeying the elders, her heart misses the one she loves;
Through it all, under the full moon she was.

The nights silence let her know that a bee can buzz,
the moon drifts, inevitable was the cause.
She regretted the day tradition labelled her family outlaws;
Through it all, under the full moon she was.



Details | ABC | |

Broken Cave

Lost in a hidden cave inside this little shell banging on the walls of glass creating these deep splintering cuts can't judge the person hiding when you haven't seen the tears that hide behind these eyes hiding inside the broken shell of a broken heart


Details | Epic | |

The Hard Part of It

life is hard when you have no friends and no money
it's even tougher when all you can do in your life is run
i got no other confidant than my talent
so much stress in the times i spent
in this world where many come and go
in oblivion they ridiculed what they saw
and believed not that i would make it
they never shared my pain,that's the hard part of it


Details | I do not know? | |

Memories

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Wild Cinnamon Roots

Echoes from a haunting refrain
   buried deep within the corridors of her heart
   weave their tangled, worn threads
   playing on her memories 
like the delicate frayed strings of a lonely violin
 
Lingering whispers...
   intricately seek the depths to the labyrinth of her soul
   creating its delicately, woven tapestry
of wild cinnamon roots and twisted leaves
 
Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions
   roar their voices in her mind
   like a jungle of ethereal savagery
   that clipped her silken dreams
   leaving her flying with broken wings 

He had betrayed her with his feigned love 
    which left her void of the soothing rhythms 
needed to bathe her wounded flesh

She felt a cold emptiness inside her soul
   Never before...
   had her heart felt thiscold, empty void
so deep in the depths of her heart 

Fractured fragments of terra cotta stones
   and random pieces of broken seashells 
   were substances used as ragged patches
   for her tattered, broken heart

The mortar dampened from tears
   fell like foggy, misty rain
   on the delicate, shattered glass of her heart
blistered by love gone astray 

Amethyst, turquoise skies filled the air
  with the earthy smell of oncoming storms
  Every fiber unraveled and unnerved her senses
  as if she were on fire...
  leaving her skin like that of a peeled orange
  revealing the depth and layers 
of her strangled emotions
 
In the dark stillness of the night
  she heard the roaring of blood curdling drumbeats
  The sound of loud, rumbling thunder
  was shooting its devouring bolts of lightning
shaking the whole of all Creation
 
She stood in the shadows
  aching and bewildered
  running breathlessly
  seeking a fortress of safety
  as the drumbeats followed her every move

The whole Earth was suddenly filled
  with the echoed songs 
of past remembered moons

He did not care if her heart was broken 
  leaving her alone in the night 
  cold, shivering and afraid 

All she had left was a broken heart
   cold as ice...
   drowning in her tears


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Victory

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


Details | Blank verse | |

The Puppeteer

She's running toward the light.
She's chased it all her life.
She wants it all to end so bad,
But she will never reach salvation.

She sold her soul.
He tricked her.
The master of deception.
The puppeteer.

She thought he wanted more,
More than just her mind,
But that's all he wanted,
To put strings attached.

She has to break free,
Before he comes.
She must cut the strings,
Pull them apart.

But she doesn't know how.
She's desperate.
She cuts her wrist.
She thinks she just reached salvation.

But she just let him forever have her.
She completed the deal.
She shed the blood.
She killed herself.

Now the light goes out,
And she's all alone.
She starts to cry,
Then she hears footsteps.
He's come for her...


Details | Verse | |

mental confinement

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


Details | I do not know? | |

random- but sweet

i should lock the door and get rid of the key,
it's not that easy peasy,
but would i be sane to take the blame?
for him my heart remains...


Details | Free verse | |

Death in the Trenches

Heavy, soaked.
Stifled gasping, climbing.
Wounded and broken,
Clung to the thorn vines.
Arms cannot grip, stringy gelatinous pus
Oozing from where dust and tears meet. 
Crimson films dull vision, scraps of metal
Embedded in skin, breath drowned in blood.

Trenches hold no warmth nor light of the sun.
Though stinging, crawl upon to see one last time
The sunset upon angelic, pink clouds.
Falling and cracking ribs each time,
Life no longer whole, drained like a cracked chalice.
Heartbeat echoes the battles of batteries in distance

Writhing, floating, dragged out of consciousness,
Until dreams of amber clouds and ethereal song
Cause burning longing. Cursing the chorus,
Scraping the walls of unfulfilled good without fingertip,
Meeting the end, there is nothing of choking dust
Or the biting envy for the moth floating freely above.


Details | Epic | |

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

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


Details | Epic | |

A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

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

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

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

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



Details | Rhyme | |

miss the crystal tears

i hope for rain,
i long for a smile,
i wish for a dream,
that i've missed for awhile,

i hope for love,
i long for sun,
i wish for joy,
i've missed the fun,

i hope for me,
i long for wishing,
i wish for you,
who i keep missing.

love and glitter.


Details | Free verse | |

Sleepless Scars

September 29, 2012
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Trickling down slowly,
Over the ridges of old scars,
The fresh blood descends
Replacing the unshed tears
The newly opened wounds breath in pain
Dark circles, bags, outline the hollow empty eyes
They stare back in utter self hatred and sickening shame
The sleep deprived mind spins in circles
Dangerous whispers heard all around
Blood drips to the floor
The worthless nobody
Lies, cradling her sleepless scars
The red crystals smearing across her face
No one will know her feeling of emptiness
No one will ever see her sleeping scars
Hidden from the world they continue to weep
Begging, SCREAMING, for help
But they are muffled, silenced and unheard
They rot, lonely and cold on their own
She pastes a fake smile on her face
Covers the hollow black around her dead eyes
And walks into the blinding sunlight
Cradling,
Her sleepless scars...


Details | Light Poetry | |

When Cancer Strikes And Takes Hold



 When it sinks in, you feel
 surely this is not happening
 to me, it cannot be real.

 The feelings you try to  hide 
  and conceal until you learn 
  to cope and deal with them.
                                                                                                         
The anguish and deep pain
 from within yourself is causing
you grief, wishing and
searching for some hope
and a relief.

Tears flow wishing it would
make it all go away
and return to good health
again although fear and
pain are the feelings that
Saddly remain.

It crushes your soul fearing
the worst and causing
you great stress and worry
along  with  the heartache and
the damage it causes 
to your emotional health.


This is surely the worst feeling
in the world that anyone could
feel knowing that your life
could fade away, nobody 
knowing the right words they
could say to help take your
pain and sorrow away
and ease your restless
and aching mind.

A True Companion you can 
find to express your feelings
to someone who knows you best
and who is caring,loving
and most truly kind with a
sympathetic ear to give
some comfort to wipe away
your anxious fears.

Unload your burdens you bare
with a trusted friend to care and who will
loyally support you
and  always be there for when there is distress
and help heal your painful
emotions to give you
comfort, hope and rest
to your troubled heart  to
 mend the pieces
as your feelings it releases.
A True friend is  to be Cherished 
right to the end.



Details | Verse | |

Peacefully Crumpled Heart

When I disappear I go so far from here
No one can find the heart inside of which I hide
Its hollowed and sullen now
But I’ve built walls and made a home here in the hole of it all
The soft red shades of it had faded to gray
Sitting alone here is not as sad as it seems
I find peace in the slowing and quickly fading beatings of it
It may not be much but it is all that I have
A saddened heart in which I sit
Try to find me
Just watch for the thistles that surround in protection
I will grow a garden here
I will make this sad darkened heart beat once more
I think to myself
As the last beat echoes through the hollowed walls of this lost heart
Remaining forever safe and hidden away from the world
At peace at last


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Real Aftermath

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Those Eyes

THOSE EYES

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

UNHAPPILY EVER AFTER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

BACK TO SOUL

with rap
you adat
to me it just slap
am from old school
love the sad and bad news
its still goal
i unload
with the true is told
BACK TO SOUL


Details | Ballad | |

September 11th

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


Details | Ode | |

Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.


Details | Epic | |

6/30/06

As I sit on the kitchen counter, I 
eat my cereal. Savoring every crunch
I watch the phone and wait for it to ring
waiting for someone to call, even a perfect
stranger. Even a perfect stranger. Trust someone
to talk to. Someone to share what's going wrong. My
heart beats with pain. The blood runs cold but hot with 
anger. I wish to scream at the top of my lungs and release 
the agony, But must stay quite as a mouse. I keep to myself.
My hopes that are false and my dreams that will never come true.
I'm lost in my own mind and train of thoughts filled with worries that
can never be told and cries that can never be heard. Smiles are shown
but never true. Every promise is made is another broken wish. Every word
you say is nothing but stalling pain. Sadness is the most feeling felt. It wears
like a sweater on a hot summer day. You just want to rip it off and throw it on 
the ground. I must question everything more now than ever. I sit in a white chair
in a white room. I love this room. It reminds me of purity, a free soul. Anything you
dream can come true. If you dream hard enough and wish upon the right star. I walk
around the rest of this seven room house and I am reminded back to reality of cries and
lies, the tears and the fears. Back into a world of having to win. When smiles are rare to see
and I love yous are no longer from the heart. Gazing out the window, I have come to known 
that this world is made up of men who want sex and money, women that dance in videos to 
make a dime. Young boys hustling and ladies walking the corners. Church crowds have gotten 
smaller and cults have grown. I look back in the mirror reflect. Recently I've made bad 
decisions that just aren't me. I remise about the past and realize that it's time to let 
go. That it's my path and I'm on my own. A struggle it will be, but a blade where
I can not depend. Sorry to my sharp little friend but I hope we never have to
meet again


Details | Epic | |

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.”


Details | Ballad | |

dark dreams

a shadowed room...
my permanent cell,
the hatred by others intense.
blades fly through the air,
tearing through my flesh,
my attempts to scream futile,
my mind going blank,
I look up,
my finally thoughts happy,
"the pain is finally over,
my death is now to come,
the anger of others gone,
the scars from fights painless,
the shadows of my past pointless,
as i pass away tonight."
slowly my heart decreases its pumps
my vision goes to black,
my body suddenly heavy,
then when i think I may finally have peace,
I wake into a world of hate.
the final fight wasn't lost,
for it has only just begun.


Details | Classicism | |

Me No More

When will this stop, how much longer do I have to take all your bull,
It seems like everything I do is not good enough for you.

I'm tiered of falling asleep at night covered in my own tears,
I'm tiered of being your doormat, your one and only that you take out all your anger. 

When will all this stop? I am running out of words to make it all better. 
Only if you can feel what I feel. You would die already if you walked through what I walked through. 

I'm not giving up cause that's just who I am. I'll fight, unlike you give up and throw it all away.
So I'm fighting now, and there ain't *****you can do to stop me. 

The beast is released, get ready for a nightmare you only dreamt of.
You won't see me the same ever again. 

I'm dead to you, you can't call means tour own anymore. 
If someone will ask me if I no you, I'll deny it with a passion.


Details | Imagism | |

the darkened one

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


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Dishonarable Lie

September 29, 2012
--------------------------

A dishonorable lie
Is hidden deep inside
Buried and locked away
Where no one knows of its truth
Except the holder of the lie

A dishonorable lie
First thought of in the belief in hopes of a good tomorrow
In hopes of drowning out the sorrow
But all that was drowned were the thoughts of comfort
And now all that remains is a stagnant lie...


Details | Ballad | |

A Travelers Tale

It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom 
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
 You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Heartache After Heartache

It breaks people's hearts just thinking about the following: break-ups, rejection, and, on top of all that, depression. It seems that day in and day out, these people always have to deal with the fact that these people aren’t good enough for each other. This type of sadness has been affecting the lives of every human being since the day their hearts have been broken. What’s so cold about it is that every human being just had to suffer and suffer by the hand of their tormentors and/or being rejected by a bunch of cold, heartless individuals day in an day out. Come to think of it, it’s seriously pathetic for all of us human beings. Now these people know why they had to go through every heartache after heartache after heartache, day and night. It’s sad and it’s seriously pathetic, especially when these people will have wasted their time and energy over unnecessary things or whatever. Sometimes, people can’t even understand what they have to go through every day, especially when they’re depressed and/or tired. Why, those problems, just like multiple break-ups, have caused nothing but a bunch of heartaches, even after day one. And if this type of heartache continues to wreak havoc on all unsuspecting people, there’s no telling what bad thing might happen next.


Details | Lyric | |

never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tomorrow

These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching 
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant 
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light 
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this 
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet 
dreams dreamer....


Details | Free verse | |

Deep within a Broken Heart

Tempest tossed along lost dreams Salted wounds in these tears stream Flood gates washed about Drowning amid dimensions latent, further Within whirlpool, a limbo Of languages ancient yet, not unknown Aligning streaks In saddening ire Off a cleft Symbolizing A drop of broken life Retire Randomly inhalations With raiment chills pillaging From once atmosphere still Arbitrary evicting fervent to tepid Chasing back the last breath of jilts And grasping out for dear air Comprehensions of all that is And never was, really fair Involuntary reflexes Merely, flex once more In captivation of unawares Thus, stumbles unto a now idle flesh Of a nucleus without feeling any longer Redefining the promises Of the forever there Unto the being Organs eternally continue struggling Among a clutching entrench They crumble in Collapse and give To once, its rhythmic yearning song Only time, beats stronger on And soon shall counter part In beginnings of resolve All somewhere deep within a broken heart


Details | Rhyme | |

Abandoned--part one

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Abandoned--part two

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


Details | Blank verse | |

War Scars

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Tomorrow may never come...

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Personification | |

my dark thoughts

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


Details | Free verse | |

This Dream To You! MLK Honored







I could have run, And tried to hide.
When God said, "Go against the tide."
Preach Unity, And never fight.
All races on earth, Have equal rights.
In Peace and Love, "I Have A Dream."
No prejudice, or hatred, Life Serene!
I could have tried, To run and hide.
But either way, I would have died.
So I chose, To carry on.
To show in peace, We can be strong.
"I Have A Dream." It must come true!
And now God gives, This Dream To You..

------- Author's Notes -------

In Honor of Martin Luther King Jr . On his birthday January 21st


Details | Epic | |

THE TALE OF MUCHACHO 4

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

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

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

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

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





Details | Free verse | |

Thoughtless

everywhere i go faces looking
people talking
people screaming

the sad faces
in the wrong places

nowhere to go

darkened rooms
horrible dreams

dead memories
still here to haunt me

if you move on 
the past stays 

a man in my dream
what really happened will be revealed

if i were to lie
i would be in shame
as any human would

after a while you stop thinking
and you just move forward
not knowing what the future holds

but knowing its not good

the horror they live in

the horror of war
the horror of the legends the people start
and the horror of being human


Details | Bio | |

The Color Red

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Epic | |

To A Troubled Love

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Ready

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)



Details | Prose Poetry | |

In the full view of things

In the full view of things 
people will always be harsh 
People will always be stuck up 
Nobody will ever try to help 
Whenever I cry for someone to help 


Nobody comes....


Sometimes I think I am not crying loud enough to hear 
But then I relize,
They only pretend not to hear 
He tells me he cares 
But I know he lies 


He ALWAYS lies....


No matter how hard I try 
No matter what I do 
He still is not satisfied 
He and his frankinstine bride 
Be forwarned... the tale about step mothers.... is true.


They always lie....


They think I am insane 
So they send me to this person
She calls herself a consoler... haha.....
She doesn't have a clue 
She lies, she knows nothing of privet thoughts, and should not be called a counsoler.


What do they know any way....


My mind is my mind 
No one elses to invade 
But if you're brave enough to try 
Good luck getting out... well ...you could say the same 
My mind is always busy 
I can't remember a time when I wasn't thinking 
About the past 
About things I could have said or done 
Or about the future I wish could be true 


I don't know who to trust..... except for one........


My mom 
My sweet and loveing mother 
She is my everything
I love and trust her  
More than I can say


I trust her I love her....


My mom knows me better than anyone I know
She knows my fears, dreams, and hopes
She loves me 
She trust me 
She is the one who helped me when no one would 


I hate him......


The man poseing as a father 
The man who was never there for me
The person I want to be the farthest away from 
I am forced to live with 
By a boges court 
Full of hypocrits and morons 


Why should they get to pick.......


They tell me where I get to go 
They tell me I don't know
OH but I do 
I know more than they could possibly dream of knowing 
Seven years I had been hideing 
Seven years I have known 
He is a heartless monster 


I was there.....


All they had was papers 
I wasn't even aloud in the room 
I had all the proff they needed 
Seven years of experence
But it didn't matter 

One day we will be home with our mother where we belong.


Details | I do not know? | |

Smile

Alone you walk?
Is that what you claim?
Maybe it's you who's left it this way?

I've seen pen to paper write
the deepest of thoughts
and the darkest of secrets

It's been too long since our hearts did beat
a bliss filled sense of numbness
yet we find it only in ignorance

I'll walk alone, yes all alone
but only to see you walk
hand in hand in another's embrace

So allow me to take your lonely path
and I'll smile as I give you away


Details | Epic | |

Living life through wrinkled pictures

 


The moment your reality becomes imaginary,
the painted pictures you have in your mind,
turns to wrinkled pictures 
that are now staring back at you.

And daily,
your constantly screaming to yourself
and fighting with the man in the mirror,
wondering what went wrong.

Well, 
I actually find it quite symbolic
 based upon your stubbornness,
and how you only wanted things your way
not wanting to listen to the pain you caused others.

So now guess what,
now you're only left with
wrinkled pictures,stained with tears.


Details | ABC | |

rewind and breakout

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


Details | Free verse | |

Too bare, to bare

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

The Lost Soul

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


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


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


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


Details | Epic | |

Down On My Knees

Everyday i walk through the open desert called life,
crawling and stumbling trying to survive this world at night.

Protecting my eyes from the sandstorms may be hard,
but losing my grip on this thing called life is never a choice from the heart. 

So i get up off my knees while my blood leaks down my legs and feet,
trying to find a place called home or maybe even a street.

Its difficult for a man like me to survive around these blood thirsty demons everyone calls people,
but i tell you this, aint nothing better or stronger than my steeple. 

The wind is to strong for me to stand on my own,
so i let the wind bring me down so i can cry out to the Lord.

So that he can give me strength and power to rise again,
to be the realest and the best man i have ever been.

I no i chose this path of sin and hatred on my own,
but now i see that i cant last a day without picking up my phone.

To call God one more time, it'll take some serious balls to do so,
cause i have sinned so much that i am just scared he'll ask me, "What for"

I'll be speechless like always and than drop back to my knees and crawl,
i can't wait for the day when i will be afar.

Away from this land, from this sin and grief,
the only thing i want to stay with me is my true beliefs. 

So here i go again getting on my knees for my long gurney to a place i want so bad,
i just hope that i don't come to my senses and realize that i lost everything i had. 

So just know that my crawling is for my own good,
cause its the punishment i get for what i have done in my hood. 

It has come to an end for me now, and say good bye with getting on one knee,
because i am tired of crawl on my knees i cant wait to finely be free. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rose

bullets, and hearts
lifeless bodies piled in carts
a lonlely mortition chewing over sweet tarts,
ironic, bitter sweet
blood can boil if you can bring the heat
and the dead can move, provided with a heart beat
black roses on my grave
mourn my loss on this day
blood dripping from my heart every which way
injured, batterd, buised and tattered 
you destroyed it all like it never even mattered 
falling roses in the sky
drops of blood spatter my eye
i told you i would love you until i die
my word is true, i was nobody until i found you
but you dont love me do you
bloody petals on the floor
you say nothing because you love me no more 
heart beat stops
face flops
knees weak and my body drops
exctacsy to heartbreak 
fearless too forsake
death is welcome but never comes
your the woman to seduce, but never succumbs 
to entrap but never loves 
it makes no sence like poisonous doves
looks to thrill 
designed to kill 
you say that you wont but i know that you will
your heart constricts mine till it lays still
your auburn eyes can paralyze
your intoxicating presence washes over me like the tides 
lips so beautiful, do they speak nothing but lies?
so seductive you hold my heart as it dies
cunning and deceptive crocodile tears instigate angel cries 
the personification of beauty 
the face of an angel 
the heart of the devil
your siren song, sang to my heart sweet and long 
draws me in, i cant resist for it is too strong
i want you to love me
to breath me
im writhing 
and seething 
seeking
and weeping
thinking as im dreaming
on what my dependence on you is meaning
i want to hate you but your part of my being
and now i am seeing
that i must catch the falling rose in the wind
present it to you, and steal your heart then
The blood on the petals are angel tears
for the fallen angel has realised her fears
she has fallen for a mortal 
a boy
who was nothing more than a toy
being played to her ploy
and she takes this defeat with joy
the blackest heart has been turned pure
fallen angel fell for my lure 
my arrow aimed at her heart oh so sure
and she is mine.... forever more


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Untitled descriptions - Day

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


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | I do not know? | |

Ghost

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


Details | Ballad | |

Sacred Lorelei

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Aborted Babies


Aborted Babies…

Innocent life is being murdered each day.
While our courts say that it’s legal and “o.k.”

Women getting pregnant and maybe don’t understand.
The tragedy that’s happening all over this land!

Is this really something that many people have willed?
To have the unborn to be 
“torn apart and killed?”

Many are told abortion is the “best thing to do.”
But not knowing who else to turn to.

Government pretends to have an answer for this.
But it’s just turning into one huge mess!

Read the Bible and you will come to know.
The God who created you… 
Loves you so!

Jesus knew you in the womb!  
Your hair color and name!
He saw your body when out of your
 mother you came!

He saw your little heart the first time it beat!
And saw your mother the first time
 she tickled your feet!

There is never one unwanted person on God’s list!
You are precious to him…  
And are never missed!

He knows each life and every heart that’s beating!
And brings purpose, love and
 a TRUE meaning!

BY Jim Pemberton


Details | Epic | |

About Kameron by Taylor

I stood in the room staring at that hard wooden floor.

Thought of him and then closed the door.
I looked back up and everything was black.
Suddenly I knew the pain was back.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Black and gray rags were scattered everywhere,
And all I could do was stare.

But he loved me .
I knew that much.

I sat on his bed and noticed that the tears started to shed.
Then I saw a very dark closet.
I heard our song and wanted to pause it.
I felt my heart slowing with the rhythm.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Light began to shine through the enormous window.
I looked over,
And there...was a shadow.
The giant black drapes turned blue.
I thought to myself:"This can't be true."

Because I knew he loved me.

The roses came back to life.
And the bed turned white.
The rags turned into his clothing.

The music slowed and I didn't know what I was being shown.
But I loved him.
A light came from the closet.

A light that was brighter than any of the stars in the sky.
I saw a figure,and again,I started to cry.
I saw his face,saw his smile,
And knew that this was our special place.
And he said I love you.

Those three words meant the world to me and him .
And I said,
...I love you a whole lot more.


Details | Ballad | |

The birth of a star

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

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

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

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

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

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

This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought




A tribute to those at the Alamo 


Details | Epic | |

To Learn To Love Again

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

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

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



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


Details | Verse | |

Seem Not To Even Care

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


Details | Epic | |

Breaking Through The Walls

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Prostration

Now there are two of us that don't know what to do,
I thought that we understood each other.
After last night I feel even more confused,
all because of one person called your mother.

Are we both gluttons for punishment?
Why must we go through this again?
I'm tired of living in a state of advent,
it effects us both, this marriage in a life of bane.

I cannot contest the decisions you make,
but don't act out of desperation.
It's no different than taming a poisonous snake,
which in the long run brings no salvation.

Feeling now that my thoughts or opinions don't matter,
even if it is only for a short duration.
With tears running down my face, my mind and heart shattered,
this one burden in our lives I wish for cessation.

Maybe I'm overreacting for those who know me can say,
but all I know is I hate feeling this way.
Cause I love you so very much I trust you in all that you do,
even if we both end up insane, all that I am will always be with you.


Details | Epic | |

THE TALE OF MUCHACHO 3

There was always an assailant
Waiting around the corner
Paid millions of currency
To snuff the air out of his lungs
And to stop the beating of his heart

That was why
He’d always had ruby
The one and only
True friend
He’d ever had

She was so beautiful
More beautiful
Than any of her kind
So gentle was her touch
So mild was her feel

Truly she was always with him
She was his last hope
Last hope for love anyway
Did I forget to mention,
That ruby was and still is a pistol?
Infact she was on him now
Although, he couldn’t bend over to see her
Or feel her touch
He felt close to her
Now more than ever

He felt so safe
Safe and secure
She had gotten him
Out of more problems
Than his whole security team.



Details | Epic | |

Reality 101

Reality has overcome everyone in today's society, even me. Everything we have believed really turned out to be a bunch of lies. It's been like that since day one. And come to think that some people are way more realistic than other people, including me and somebody else. There's always a difference between the dream itself while we're sleeping and the real world in our wake and it's always a discouraging fact. Why is it that we have to deal with reality every day and every night, anyway? What's the point of not living the dream or a fantasy? It seems to everyone that no matter what these people do, no matter how hard they try, it's always been the same and stuff. It also seems that day in and day out, reality always wins, especially when it has defeated all fantasies and created worlds one too many times. Reality has always been a part of our society since the day God has created the Earth. To be honest, some of us can deal with the real world, but some of us can't deal with reality. It's like living in a fantasy world, but filled with a bunch of lies and/or whatever. It makes everybody sad just thinking about it. and to be honest, some of us can't even try to be realistic as of now and/or then. And come to also think that I can't really deal with what's real and what's not; it's hurting me just like it's hurting everybody else. It's sad, it's a waste of everybody's time and energy, and it's seriously pathetic. But in the end, reality always win and we all have to deal with it, whether we like it or not. I guess we'll have to dream of something else, anyway.


Details | I do not know? | |

A heart-breaking mission

The chains are finally broken
The sun is sleeping deep
Opportunities ahead; time the token
To have this hurdle leaped

It’s sad your hero has to leave
To fight against the world
It’s sad I have to be the one
To leave your heart in pieces

Your Romeo has to win the fight
To get back the magical key 
That can lock our angelic haven tight
From the enemies of our love

Honey, remember our endless dreams
Remember how our souls met each other
The times we chatted the night away
And our hopes of being free one day 

The pain will be short with the rewards much

If you’ll heal yourself with memories
And listen to my voice deep within your heart
If you’ll stay strong for me, my love
I’ll return and we’ll make many babies

For when you are weak, I am weak
And when you are foolish, I am foolish

I’ll return with the moon, my baby
With the birds singing after me
And the sun ever-shining on your beauty
I’ll kiss your breath away
Into our dream garden
Where our love won’t be bothered

Please let me break your heart just once
For I’ll mend it when times are good
And the war is over
Lest we suffer folly in the name of love


Details | I do not know? | |

Thoughtless

Thoughtless rantings of yesterday's sin
That's where my consciousness lives
I savor the ever growing conflict within
Knowing all too well another day's lost

I sing the songs that darken the heart
and I dance at the foot of the mountains
The music I hear will tear us apart
Yes in so many ways it's my longing

They whisper the words right in my ears
and I smile in a bittersweet comfort
they tease for the darkest of our fears
So I wait only for my next command

Such a waste of a perfect day
I think to myself once in awhile
inside my heart there is a fray
and in this fact I find comfort.


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

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



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

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


Details | Free verse | |

The ones with the ears

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


Details | Epic | |

THE TALE OF MUCHACHO 2

And the second reason he laughed
The reason for his scornful laughter
Was that as soon as he breathed his last
His boys were gonna come in
And probably butcher her to death.

That was his way of life
The  path he chose
He had no problems with it
He didn’t mind
Taking someone to hell with him

Maybe even God would be happy with her
And take it lightly on him
Coz there was no redemption
He knew that as soon as he kicked the bucket
God  would send him straight to hell

The devil himself
Would personally welcome him
With open arms
And take him on a tour 
Of the 13 chambers of hell

Not bad,
He thought to himself
For a man who had shown others
More than 13 cambers of his hell
But believe it or not
He was content
But not happy
Happiness was too far fetched
He was cursed
He was condemned

He couldn’t remember anytime 
That he had been truly happy
He lived life on the edge
Continually testing the boundaries
Of God’s patience.


Details | Free verse | |

I wish you did

You talk about how you can never find her,
or how you can't seem to keep one around
I try to hide the fact that I am that girl,
because I know that in your eyes I'm not.
You say that you want a girl that laughs at all your jokes,
 If you notice,
I do.

I let you cry on my shoulder, EVERY time you get hurt. You say that you want a girl that you need a girl, that's there for you when you need her One that makes you laugh when you don't want to. A girl that you can be yourself around.
If you notice, I'm her. If you notice, I'm everything you said you want. Do you notice? Not one bit.
But I wish you did.


Details | Free verse | |

A Wandering Knight


A wandering knight
wambling in an endless road

Thinking to himself

Where the others are?
Taking care of what?

Who am I?
but a fading footprint

on a dark empty land
under a starless sky

seized by roaring shadows
and delusive hopes


Details | Free verse | |

Fear

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


Details | Epic | |

My Door

I have been stuck in this room for what seems like an eternity. I could of sworn the door I took to get here was right there but it's gone now. It was just like any other door I have taken in my life. But the door has vanished leaving me in this room which also has never happened before. This room is completely devoid of all color and sound even time seems to have no affect here. There is however a door in front of me. This door was like all the others except for two lines of bold writing that read "Christopher Michael Waters" and under that "June 22 1986" For some reason the door made me nervous but no matter how long or hard I looked I could not find another way out and I could not just sit here forever. So I walked up to the door and when I got within reach my stomach turned but I tried to ignore it and reached out to open to open it. When I had the knob in my hand the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and gave me goosebumps up and down my arm something was not right about this door and every instinct I had told me to run. But I had no other choice this was the only way out I had already tried everything else I could think of. Slowly I started to open the door and inside my head I heard screamed "No Run Run From this place. Do not open that door!" I instantly lost my nerve but it was to late the door swung open. Within there was neither light or darkness just nothingness. I just had a second to see this and no time to ponder what it meant because once the door was open I was gone and nothingness was left behind.


Details | Lyric | |

Their weak hero

Softly softly not to smear
Your ego’s creation
Which kid gloves pat
Your yes men collective
Blind to their subdued hero
Nurture your conceit.
How you wear your crown
On your cowards brow
Pale yet blameless.
A little man in a big world
I never want to live in again.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Murder of the innocent

Murder of the innocent............. 

One door opens, as another door shuts, 
Drugs, knives, coppers, over dressed sluts. 
Colours worn, weapons in hand, 
Children dying in a blood tainted land. 

No more hatred, no weapons to yield, 
No more coffins in a mud sodden field. 
Hatred now gone, no more youngsters to die, 
No need for anger at the places they lie. 

When the door opens, the door opens wide, 
No more denying, no places to hide. 
No time for distance, no walking away, 
No children dying, no murders today......... 

In memory of the victims of the British culture of knife crime.


Details | Epic | |

THE TALE OF MUCHACHO

Like a flash of light
85 years ran by
Gone with the wind they say
Gone with the wind they think
But it’s really like
Years gone by with turmoil and death

For  the lord of gangsters
Lying face up
Waiting rather impatiently
For death to come whisk him away
This was his sad story
This was his lot

He laughed anytime
His personal nurse
Asked if he was fine
If he was ‘ok’
Why does he laugh you say?

Coz if she knew the horrors
He had inflicted on others
Including himself
She would probably
Point a pistol to his temple
And blow his brains out
Or maybe even take a knife
And cut him slowly
Till he begged for his life
Till she drained all his blood

And yes,
There were 8 million other ways
She could kill him
He kept laughing
She thought he was about to die




Details | Imagism | |

Songstress of Sadness

Hymns of a Songstress
Vibrational tone, of Sadness
So One day she'll die saving us all
But in return She can never love
for her purity is to Strong
May The Creation Guide
 the Loveless Songstress Of Hope
To the Great Divine
For she is Destin a Loveless Quest
 For our Great Survival of Life
The Path Of the Songstress is Sad
But Honorable to Have
For She is Know as the
Songstress Of Sadness 




Details | I do not know? | |

Oath Unbound: Psalm 1

Retract! Retract!
o' venerable vow
to be unfettered unburdened
somehow

Take away ye mighty words of oath
for that I would give soul and life both
one day to be free of broken bond
forego promises long faded and gone

To lay down in uncluttered dreams
to lie quietly while the world schemes
o' heartache! heartache!
only if my word would someday break!

Alas! 'ere I remain
bound by law and oath in spilled blood stained
harken to erstwhile fancies of freedom and love
but fastened still to this mortal coil forever spoken of

I hear the meadows and lakes beckon call
but 'ere I must stay, removed from all
For I am the Protector locked in guilt
once a slave and always, forced to sruvive though I wilt

A Cause I am bound to serve
battered beyond what travesty I may deserve
O' broken thing! Once bold and new
but into bondage I was trained and into service I grew

Before the wars and sacrifices born
Honor and bravery were but medals worn
But now I know they run deep and red
as flesh cracks open and boiling tears be shed


Details | Epic | |

A journeys end

Will I ever see you again?
hear your voice, see you smile.

Feeling so alone all the while.

Funeral a sad occassion
peoples cries
peoples whispers
They put the lid upon the coffin

Feeling so alone all the while.

Anger, despair, fear and grief
why did you have to depart and break my sad lonely heart?

Will I ever see you agin?
hear your voice, see you smile.

Graveyards a sorry sight yet a feeling of peacefulness desends upon me.
Can you hear my cries hear my voice.


A loved one lossed.


Details | Epic | |

Decomposition

broken down deeper than a trench,

torn and ripped from feeling,

numb and frozen cold,

alive, yet barely breathing,

screaming, yelling, yet wont escape those lungs,

slowly the kerosine pours through your teeth, soon infects the body,

so set her alite, she'll take her last breath,

she screams: set me free, ****in just cremate me,

Down to every last drip, put me out of this pathetic bliss,

wont hurt except a minute, then slowly fade away;

Never fear hurt again, you see,

cause to hurt a body must be living;

breaking down every inch of her body,

burning and aching, as time counts itself,

first quickly becomes second and third degree burns,

laying half alive,

decomposing is all she knows,

bones break and shatter,

marrow turns black, then all over her suddenly cracks

her heart stops, as if there's no life,

only ashes to reminisce upon,

set them alite also,

she said no trace of her left,

gone as if she never even appeard,

becomes a figment of imagination,

dont bother thinking of her,

her existance has disapeared


Details | Free verse | |

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?


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 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

blue rainbows

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


um...well...yeah.


Details | Chastushka | |

You Can't See Me

What one sees on the outside
does not reflect what's within
all the natural eye can see 
is the color of my skin

You may not like my eyes
and think my nose and lips are big
you may even think my hair is nappy
and I should consider wearing a wig

But what you see on the outside
does not reflect what lies within
it's not your judgement that hurts me
but it's your ignorance that offends

Ignorant to the fact
that I am not what you see
the very essence of who I am
lives deep inside of me




Details | Sonnet | |

Love Amiss

Tears falling like rain drops Agony pinching at my heart A wailing cry, deepening sobs All because I loved you from the start Ever since that rainy day Your smile made feel like a spring's flower Your laughter warmed me like summer may Your touch stilled me like winter's shower Then to tell you how I feel, and make Love complete Was like running to a cliff's edge 'Cause I loved you so much I'd rather love you in secret Than to have lost you in an amiss instead You were my friend I grew fond of for your beauty and your fault Now a stranger you've become because it was your Love that I sought


Details | Epic | |

SORRY

              Every time I think of you
            I start to feel blue
            we were so good to each other
            and good together

            I loved you so much
            and promised to never leave you
           but some how that just wasn’t good
           enough for you- oh how can I go on?

          Even though you wronged me 
         and were so inconsiderate 
         I should not have reacted 
         the way I did so I am really 
         sorry!

          I still remember when we were
         happy and still friends but I
         did not realize it was just a 
         trend for you- but once again
         I say to you I am sorry!


Details | Free verse | |

I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

Insanity Hell Abyss

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


Details | Ballad | |

Last Stand

Night turns to day
Day turns to night
Past the past
But that’s all right
It has come once at last
Our final calling
Our final stand
We’ve came so far
With the stroke of a hand
With the thought of the mind
Finally shown
 Is the unappreciated sign
Of which one can leave
All the past behind
All that is true
All that is pure
Is now gone
Experts are now sure
The last hour is upon
Now what is to be done?
 Where shall we go?
Time surely will show
Yet what time is available?
What peace is left?
What is next?
Life is a never-ending test
Of our gift of will power
And choice making
Yet the wrong some
Are always taking
Decisions of war
Decisions of peace
Mean nothing
Till the killings cease
Only then shall our race
Find true peace


Details | Epic | |

Titanic Letters contest

I write this poem from my heart
As I set off on my fresh new start
A woman of the age of nineteen
Leaving her family for this American dream
With just this napkin and worn out ink
I rest this night under Gods eyes and think
Of all that I am leaving behind
To make sure my little boy and I will be just fine
The ticket cost more than we could afford
But while the captain said "all aboard"
I knew it was my last chance to truly live
And have a chance to someday give
These little hands the ability to play
Lord give us strength is what I pray
From nine to two im committed to dine
On deck with musical fingers that chime
Then again at six for dinner time
Seriate this ship while they enjoy evening wine
Though they will make money off me
My only song and melody
Will sound across the ocean floor
Free at last my wings shall finally soar
And when he’s older he will understand
A mother’s love and faithful hands
Directed his destiny to new borders
While voyaging on still waters
When he’s grown he will know no lack
For all his wealth will be in tact
I end this write until part two
My payment now I must pursue,
Day three on this exquisite sea
The people have been quite nice to me
They house me and my angel all for free
While I keep playing so eloquently
I know we will soon be there
A man offered us to stay in his care
All if I will teach his wife
To dance on zebra keys with abundent life
The lavish life I can plainly see
Never again will we feel pity,
Why are people screaming upstairs?
Ill finish my line for down here I’m unaware
This poem I keep sown in his pocket
For my son you will look back and it will be your cherished locket...

I sit here and look at all my land,
I wish for a moment I was still in your hands,
Dear mother you sacrificed your life for me,
That night our ship of dreams lost its identity,
Now grown and wise,
With your gental green eyes,
This piece of you is all I got,
As I write, my stomach is in knots,
Even though I was only two,
I remember all that you went through,
Wrapping me in a little tote,
Slipping me in that safety boat,
For many had to stay on deck,
While the ocean engulfed that wreck,
And only the rich could really survive,
Dear mother I was your wealth that’s how you kept me alive,
You have never left my sleeves,
I keep your words sown as part of me,
I know that you’re playing For God and all his angelic bliss
I end this journal entry with a cherished kiss.

By; Sabina Nicole
Titanic contest


Details | Ballad | |

And Nothing Else Matters

I never opened myself this way,
I try to hide my evil everyday.
All of this I can't just say,
My darkened bed is where I lay.
I lived my life without a care,
A place to hide please take me there.
My emotions paint the walls with darkened splatters,
And nothing else matters.

I want to run away never looking back,
Prove all the people wrong talking smack.
But I can't bare to witness this any longer.
Take me to a new home.
I can't find it to care,
A place to hide please take me there.
My emotions paint the walls with darkened splatters,
And nothing else matters.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Will we ever understand

The waves of death...

"What a wonderful world we live in",
Are the words that are frequently said. 
But an earthquake in Asia some years ago, 
Left thousands of people dead. 

An earthquake borne from far within,
This planets deep blue sea. 
Islands and countries forever scarred,
By a raging tsunami.

To witness such acts of nature,
Hearing screams and deathly squeals. 
The waters relentless advancing force,
Gripping at peoples heels. 
Trains tossed aside like childrens toys,
While bodies flow on by. 
Thousands trapped beneath the waves,
How could so many die? 

As waters receded, only then did we see,
What destruction was lain in our path. 
Bodies and buildings entombed in mud,
A product of natures wrath.

Bodies strewn across the plains,
Once blessed by Gods' own hand. 
Orphans and widows left in its wake,
Will we ever understand? 

Such a disaster never seen before,
Brought on by a killer tide. 
May we never see its like again,
And may God always be at your side...


Details | Free verse | |

Old Times


It is a mind-wandering time

Remember the old times

when illusions were distinct

Remember the old times

when a friendly chat

was all we needed

to brighten up our hearts


Details | Epic | |

master monday

 

    O my goodness!
He is in his army form
With an eagle badge                                                                                                     
His loud in the merge
 Lift right, lift right lift right, lift right!
He is a standing major
Master Monday
Fought for the nation
His faith that insisted him
He lost without rank
No eyes on his legacy
Hunger cry for his children
Sleeping in sun 
Running for rain
Shivering on floor
Embraced his fate of Hamm tan
Late hero died in battlefield
Fought to save the nation
In a cold, hot, rainy days
Shrunk like a sleeping flower
Dumb by melodious sonic boom of war
Crippled to save to day
Blinded to open our day
Gone mad to mining the golden day
His family lived in heart weep with penalty of his pension
Raises hands for alms
Those bullets ran behind
His war riffle is his crutch in peacetime
Standing major squat
In parry the nation was disabled
Houses ruins no hands to buildup
Spent rest of his life’s on wheelchair
Lost an eye!
What makes a man, man?
Also makes a man child
Grant major as national hero 
Who propped up an old tree?
When it no longer bear its fruit
O my goodness!
End up with nothing, wreath on grave.


Details | I do not know? | |

Titantic Life

we're all just dancing on the deck of our own Titantic
 
some about to swim in the Pacific
 
others about to drown in the Atlantic
 
some staring up into the sky
 
thinking how tiny the world is
 
others thinking it's gigantic
 
some of us are running for our lives
 
some are saving our children and wives
 
some are rearranging the chairs
 
some are walking elegantly down the stairs
 
some are playing a beautiful tune
 
some are staring up at the beautiful moon
 
some are looking down below
 
some are climbing into lifeboats and beginning to row
 
some are worrying about what will be
 
some are grateful for what once was
 
some are praying
 
while others are playing
 
many are crying
 
as others are cheating and lying
 
a few are treasuring the beautiful view
 
staring at the beauty inside of me and you
 
ready for a new life and ready to start anew


Details | Free verse | |

Found You

Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow
beacon light empty from my soul
i hope and pray for a better life
i rise from the dark and desolated valley
flames withering my crippled palace
sadly crying for help
solid bitterness forever
sunlit dreams ever so beautiful
faith
destiny
nothing at all
justice 
freedom
lonely lives
ill brake through the chains
refuse night
midst whirl winds
honoring justice
vast oceans
i sit in my palace
blowing off steam
honoring justice ever so mean
work together and join hands
shameful despair 
hallowed daybreak
the tast of night
rolls down like waters
breaking through the hallowed hole
of my honored soul...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Womans Touch

The gates of hell have been violently open. The world begins to rumble and scatter in fear. Earth’s volcanoes spew magma and ash from its core. The clouds quickly gather as the thunder and lightning signal the wrath to come. Earth’s crust opens its mouth ready to swallow cities and nation’s whole. Suddenly a white and peaceful light emerges from the horizon. This elegant and stunning figure seems not all frightened by all the chaos. She gingerly kisses and hugs the tormented man. All of this madness was inside the man’s mind. The stress and pressure of life almost got to the man. Drugs and alcohol never gave him relief but all it took was a woman’s touch.


Details | Epic | |

Good Morning To Betrayal -2-

5...4...3...2......1..GO! 
Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations

3...2...1.. 
You are ready to take your first flight!!!    
To a wondrous
Space of wonders

Good morning to a space glimpse!

Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine 
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background

Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered 
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space

Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?

Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal 

The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist 
It's inspired for awhile 
Replaced with a remarkable universe
 
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations? 
Cherished as my own 
favorite memory 

Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble

Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain

Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!

Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living 

Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity

Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy 
pancake 

Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky

Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks

Put your task aside for now 
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries

Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door

Along with a letter saying:

"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Ode | |

Symbolism

a flag flown at half mast
a salute remembered that was the last
a star placed behind a glass
a quiet gathering to bury a lad
a moment of silence for those that past
the respect and honor for those
that died in the blast
a bugle playing Taps for what could not be 
the last
a flag folded and then passed

then the soldier lowered into the ground
feels that glory from all a round
his body lies at rest
but his spirit receives that which is best
to know that by his countrymen he was blessed
to a soldier that died in combat that is best


Details | I do not know? | |

nightmares

the taste of air, dry on your tongue,
the sounds of nothing, of songs unsung.
the feeling of ghost bumps, prickling your neck,
the smell of blood, bodies are wrecked.
the view of darkness, the sky and stars
these are what nightmares are.

the smile of a friend, as they realize their fate.
the tears on your face, 'cause you know its to late.
the laugh of a murderer, cocking his gun,
the scream of a kid, as he has his fun.
street lights, abandoned cars,
these are what nightmares are.

the voices plotting inside your head,
the monsters screaming under your bed.
he feeling os someones eyes or your neck,
the scrape of a blade as it puts you to death.
your arms, the regretful scars
these are what nightmares are.


Details | I do not know? | |

If

If you think you are beaten, you are.

If you think you dare not, you don’t

If you like to win but think you can’t,

It’s almost a cinch you won’t.

 

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.

For out in the world we find 

Success begins with a fellow’s will

It’s all in the state of mind.

 

If you think you are outclassed,you are.

You’ve got to think high to rise.

You’ve got to be sure of yourself before

You can ever win the prize.

 

Life’s battles don’t always go

To the stronger or faster man.

But sooner or later,

The man who wins

Is the man who thinks he can.


Details | Lyric | |

Song

Hook:
(One step left to complete your doom
Go through the door to complete my gain
Have you trapped in one of my mentality tombs
Turn around puttin' your pain in the fast lane
Metaphorically enough rain to drive a beautiful day insane
You and I will never think the same
You'll see when you press start on my game
The death you brought on yourself, I am not to blame)

___________________________________________________________________
The cars passing by faster than the bars
My mind is stuck like its been sitting in tar
Tryin to contemplate what to do
These hateful emotions are becoming true
Flowing out of my body devouring my soul
If the play's Insanity, My mind's the leading role
When you hear a sentence, I hear a lyric
Takes awhile for you to understand when you hear it
The monsters goblins hoblins and kings
Because kings are the most powerful fiends
Taking away all your strength to
Get through whatever you've gotten into
Driving me away from being sane
These illusions keep causing pain
Seeing all the ominous beings and demons
I wish i could stop seeing them, I gotta stop dreamin

(Hook)

The Disillusions of the nightmares
My demons just stand right there
Stinging my mind like a swarm of bees
Creatures are having their own fantasies
All I hear are the screams of the tormented
A normal person would ask if I'm demented
The pain, Body soaked in sorrow
Dead in the eyes of the world of tomorrow
I know I'm twisted, Don't make it a label
These rhymes turning happy? That's just a fable
When people talk about death, It leaves a silence
Because in their mind the hate and quiet leads to violence
I am not a nice person I'll slit your throat
Turn around throw you down a well feed you to a goat
If joy is what you're seeking
Run away, I'm not a human being

(Hook)

Like the ocean to the rock, The knife cuts the skin
Resurrection may happen a new life will begin
Maybe he'll hang himself chokin' on his blood
Rain tears the rope, body falls into mud
as the family attends the rough funeral
Everyone wonders why did you go?
No one could understand his mentality
Aunt Patty asks "How could he? He baffles me!"
People thought he had the strength for problems
But he was tormented by goons and goblins
Didn't have the power to push through the days
He thought of it in so many ways
He had 2 brothers one hood one good
Wishin' they could see the real him but no one could
Only if he ever just had a friend
No one knew about him until the very end

(Hook)


Details | Free verse | |

It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


Details | Epic | |

Legend

While his glory is fading
Into the years
All he can do
Is sit back and drink beers

Once he was an immortal
A legend in flesh

Now in freefall
Of which he can’t express

Once paying money
They came to witness his bouts
Just to see his foes
Crumble and pout


In the days of old
Days of power and gold
Select empires stood
Oh, so mighty and bold

In the beginning
They were unstoppable
As they grew
Defeat became impossible

Yet every dog has his day
Every power must pay

A price of pride,

Seldom known by most
For this price results inevitably
In a loss of the thrown

For so very long, he sat proudly
Atop all peers
All the while striking down
Upon them an insurmountable fear

In his prime no mortal
Could stand face up rewarding him with defeat
They all eventually 
Scrambled in a panicking retreat

This man was a god
Of the Boxing ring

Envied by all
Even the most powerful kings

Yet now his whole body 
Is now slowly degrading through the years
This is a legend’s
Darkest fears

For in eyes of thy own

There is no consolation prize


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Suicide from a cliff

Standing back from the edge
Im hurting do bad
Cutting cant bury the pain
I cant bleed it out anymore.
Sobbing for what I couldnt had-
Shouldve had,
I find myself at the brink
Rocky hills surround me
Staring out over the world
Reaching with my arms
Looking up into the clear sky
I scream 
With no one to hear;
To listen to me rave about my life
My f***** up family;
Nobody listened,
When I was crying.
When my heart was breaking,
I had no one to love me.
When all hope was gone,
There was no shoulder to cry on.
No one even care
If I just disappeared.
Now the loneliness is unbearable
So I take one look back
Then face open air
Far below,
The falls roar menacingly.
I lean out
The foaming water and jutting rocks
Rush towards me;
I close my eyes
Beautiful sensation of flying 
Then nothingness...


Details | Rhyme | |

End hold

human kind

Confused and blind

Filled with lust

Having no trust

It is the end of us

 

The time in nearing

It's coming close

Watch and listen

There is no hope

 

The only plan is my own

Only shared with whom iv'e told

 

It may be dark

It may be bleak

But strong and bold

I will uphold those i know have

true worth of their soul


Details | Epic | |

Keagan, Innocence lost

Dear stupid diary,

I woke up, had my cup of coffee, fixed my hair and painted my face. Pretty normal morning, thought I’d call a friend see if they wanted to meet up or maybe go see my boyfriend Calvin and go to the mall or something. I didn't know that I would become so angry so soon in the day. My friend Mickey called, I've known her since my freshman year back at barlow, she was a quiet pip squeak mouse and I was the big mouthed, girl that everyone knew. Shes been my best friend since forever, shes like my sister. Anyway she called crying, hardly able to hear the words over her gasps. Her baby nephew died, in his sleep. Not even one year old and gone, want to know how they found him? His older brother, only four years old, was crying, holding his little body trying to wake him up. Kaden was screaming cause he didn't understand why his baby brother wouldn't get up and play with him like he always did after naps. How could a baby die? Just like that, happy and laughing one minute then gone. It's bull*****like this that proves my point; there is no god. No all mighty, no one power, no anything. You cannot pray and ask him back, you cannot beg and plead for him to return your son, you only get silence and a mothers cry. I am so angry at the world, so angry! Why do rapists, abusers, child molesters, criminals get to live but little children don't get to start living. The ones who could change the world, the ones who will be someones soulmate, president, the one who finds the cure for cancer. They all die, innocent faces, tiny fingers and toes, bright eyes, why don't they get a chance to prove they are worth the world. Right now His mom and dad, Chris and Candice, are sitting in a cold, sterile lobby waiting, just waiting to hear how their beautiful son died. To the doctor it's just another case, another dead body, but no his name was Keagen and his wasn't even one. So take a moment and think: how could such a amazing baby die. Is there really a god or is it all a lie. I’m betting it's all just a ****ing lie!


Details | Epic | |

A Mandrake's Gesture vol. XII

"Take shelter this eve
with the merchant
guards, found upon 
the merry courts 
of the south-western
district.  Upon your
arrival, they will send
a messenger to inform thy, 
your dire needs for 
labor.  Assistance and 
comfort will be 
offered and in secret,
for the King. . . I am 
grievous. . . usher you
ill-sorrows if discovered."

Alarumdives, the troubled
Prince of compassion, met 
his love, eye to eye, sharing
tears, they did embrace.
"Geinere you must
leave Wales upon, I 
am sorry."
"Alarumdives, I am so,
so sorry. . . ."

As Geinere found
refuge her labors
came quickly, within
days.  The merry merchant
guards, at no delay, jestered 
and provided for a 
midwife to aid Geinere.
Amidst the burdenous
nurturance, a gentle
baby boy was brought into 
this dark world of hate 
and envy.  Geinere
vowed to herself
to love this dear child.
A world torn apart, 
hers to divinity and 
righteousness.
His name Adamme, 
rightly chosen
out of sin,
for the essence of 
God did answer
poor Geinere's demands
for redemption.  
For it was upon 
the child's first 
birthday, that Geinere
was enlightened and 
faith instilled.  
A parchment read
while living amongst 
the commons of great
Scotland, 

". . . the Prince Alarumdives,
now King of Wales, to celebrate
his one year reunion and 
exaltation to the kingdom 
of thine, glorious Wales."
As this bit of revelry
chimed within Geinere's
soul, she discovered upon 
inquiry, that the late
King of Wales had fallen 
ill and to his grave,
one year prior. . . .


Details | Rhyme | |

What you are made up to be

foolish within that shows through the skin, you're hopeless but hoping for the worst for me. I don't care for you, and never will. You will see when you burn in hell, in the future near you'll see that I wasn't the one wrong, so don't try to be sincere. You think it's all about you, when the truth is no one wants anything to do with you. You've already over thought it all, and now you're all alone starring at the wall. I bet you realize now that the pain you feel you caused yourself. Within in all, comes the suffering of withdraw. All the pills that you've swallowed won't save your sorrow.


Details | Rhyme | |

No ones to blame, that your soul is put to shame

I don't understand, how i'm blame to be the biggest sin the world can see. you're little tall tails, you try and make the people believe are all hopeless, just like the heart inside of you beats. i'm breathing like i always do, i'm not gonna miss a single breath over you. when you're the one, that's suppose to be here for me, even when death captures the life of me. sadly, you're mistaken, for the life you've overtaken. the life of a drugged out temptresses is not a life to lead, thats why you aren't my example of the future to me. i don't want to be the one that is always the one to plead, for money, for sex, for looks, oh you're something i've learned to not be from those certain books. you weren't there for me to write, when you were suppose to be, the introduction author about the life of me. the life of me, how interesting can that be? well, i must say, you helped me be able to write about a girl who has been terribly betrayed. where's my mother, the one whose suppose to be like none other? you gave me no one, but myself to look up too.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Brother Friend

I always came to you when i was hurting
You were always there 
Whenever i needed a shoulder to cry on
I could always talk to you about anything
You always listened
And gave me advice 
Whether i heeded it or not
You were right beside me 
All the time..
Now i come to find you 
And youre the one broken;
The one whos hurting
You were always so strong,
But now i hold you in my arms
While you sob your heart out
Grief-stricken
Teling me everything
It was always the other way;
Me crying,you comforting
But now YOU need ME
How long have you held this pain inside?
Im sorry-
Cry now,ill hold onto you..


Details | Epic | |

The Break-Up

Everybody knows that all break ups mean the ending of all short-term, long-term, and long
distance relationships. It's been breaking the hearts of every individual (male and
female) for years to come. The words, "we need to talk," mean that all relationships are
ending unexpectedly. When a man breaks up with his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, her heart
breaks and she begins to cry. And when a girl decides to break up with her soon-to-be
ex-boyfriend, his heart breaks and he's suddenly depressed. The outcome of a break up has
left all former couples in real despair and they're in a depressive state. Even as I
speak, he and/or she can't eat, sleep, or go outside, or whatever. Maybe if both couples
had paid attention to each other and/or stuff, then they wouldn't fight over silly things.
But now that they're broken up, there's nothing he and/or she can do to win back his
and/or her former beau. It breaks my heart just thinking about it. Every time these
soon-to-be former couples break up, they have to experience every heartbreak after
heartbreak after heartbreak and stuff. Maybe both couples were never meant to be together.
And even if he and/or she finds a new suitor to be with, the past relationship will have
been with him and/or her for what will be the rest of their lives. And if these break-ups
keep increasing, thereby ending all relationships, then there's no telling what bad thing
might happen next. It never ends.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The day America woke up

Lives were lost,
Tears were shed.

Wives and husbands
Now lay alone in their beds.

Parents lost children,
And children lost parents.

It was a day that we all will remember.

They tried to fight
They tried to save,
Tried to outrun the burning buildings
That were fallen that day.

THe airplanes flew,
But no one knew
Except the ones in the plane.

Smashing into the buildings...
Where the people watched.

And America finally woke up.

All the fighting,
All the suffering...
Searching for those in the dust.

From watching the buildings fall
To people running for their lives.

Never will we forget the day
We were under attack-
Never will we forget those who lost their lives.
To the ones who didn't have a care in the world.

September 11th 2001,
In our hearts it has become.


Details | I do not know? | |

All Alone

On a dark and stormy morning, 
You left me all alone. 
I thought you were only joking, 
but you were doing this to hurt me. 

I thought you really liked me, 
but now I see that you don't. 
You left me all alone, 
with no one who really cared. 

You were the only one who I could trust, 
but now I cant. 
Because you left me all alone, 
with no one to trust. 

But I don't care anymore now. 
Because I found someone who I can trust and will always care for me, 
he promised me that he will never leave my side. 
He healed all my heart aches,
he healed my broken heart, 
that you left just to die. 

I have one thing to tell you . 
If you leave me then you lost me forever. 
So leave me now and I will be able to forget about most of my past, 
for now I'll just have to stick with my heart aches,
 and my scarred wrists being healed right now. 


Details | Epic | |

Shame

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


Details | Epitaph | |

I Remember Halloween

The sun went down too quick, 
Our own planet on that hill.
We'd settled for the tricks,
Or treats took form of pills.
The leaves has just started falling,
Gave life to dead, grey streets.
I never heard myself calling,
As I clung tight to my seat.

I was so dead to fall,
Inside that cold sidewalk.
It was so hard to be, 
The September we used to see.
You just let go,
And I let myself fall with you.
Never have I felt so cold,
Never have you seemed so blue.

The car ran off the ledge.
The water so cold and null. 
In our cancerous explosion of love,
The stars above seemed to dull.
As we lay on the shore,
We realized we were wrong.
Everything we thought we knew about music,
Everything we though we knew about love.

And you told me, your voice still strong,
"Say every word like it's a poem,
And your voice becomes the song."

I don't remember the end,
Or any day between.
But I'll always remember your face,
I remember Halloween.


Details | I do not know? | |

the sounds of my life

"moo" goes the cow, the story book says
"slice" goes the knife through your best friends head
"whish" goes the wind through the pitch black night
these are the sounds of my life.

"shuffle" goes the feet creeping in the hall
"help" goes the girl her very last call
the silence of tears because of this knife
these are the sounds of my life.

"scratch" goes the chalk on the teachers board
"click, boom" goes the bomb on an electric cord
"sob" goes the man who lost his wife
these are the sounds of my life.


Details | Imagism | |

walls

these small walls keeping me closed inside
i dont know what is happening
i think my mind is telling me lies

because as i look around in this darkness,people appear
as i try to get closer to these walls
i find out it is just a mirror

a mirror which surrounds all around me
but i feel like people are watching me
i dont know if my mind is playing games
or if im becoming insane or just plain out crazy

im afraid to sleep, i keep one eye open
as i lay down, as i look around 
with my invisible eye

i see people just staring 
i see people just looking 
i see so many things you normally want see

like goblins , skeletons, and other creatures
circling around as i so called slumber
there staring , there observing , there learning me
there foot steps are ringing my ears 
because each step the take  sounds like thunder

but when i open my eyes and stand up
they vanish,
with no clue where they went

I guess this long time spent in this black room
making me loose my mind 
for being so alone,so cold,for just too long

i wish  i can break away from these black walls


Details | Free verse | |

Self-Harm

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



Details | I do not know? | |

Crimson

The air is heavy with musk

                That deep sensual scent that wraps around

   The mind and chokes away sanity

It smothers the smell of sweat and cheap perfume

As he tries to wipe her crimson from his

  Starched white collar

He throws some lifeblood in red-light's direction

          He doesn't see her drink his life blood

   Doesn't feel

Anything

When

(Standing on a raining corner)

    She asks another man to bleed for her

                So this man too can taste her crimson

He's there staring in the streaked mirror

in a cheap

motel bathroom

Wiping at the collar

                Wiping at the evidence

Trying to hide

Behind the flashing neon lights that filter through

                The cracked venetian blinds. 


Details | Epic | |

Ronin my own heart 32

High upon this hill of long grass we sit in repose staring off in the distance
down upon the valley and village of our youth
the sun is setting in the sky and I feel its fading warmth
pushing us toward winter pushing me back toward duty and my destiny
but my dream is now with you at my side and nothing to want or worry
A child runs with purpose against the blowing grasses
This child your child your boy left as a gift and testament from his father
runs quickly into your welcoming arms winded breathing a familiar innocence
out into this undeserving world
the weight of my purse has become burdensome as it presses against
my sword and side I rip it free from my body
this bloodprice bloodmoney I have never had a use for until now
Possibly to do good could justify the price it has cost my conscience
Freely I pass it over to you 
As the wind blows between us you know
soon I will be gone


Details | Free verse | |

The Man in Haste

i wonder when will all these nightmares come to an end
i breathe but i'm not happy
i just fight with everybody i come across
what i see in their eyes is mock and ridicule
i feel weak,not to speak to my dearest ones
what is it that made me who i am today?
is it my past or my ambitions for a bright future?
it's clear that my future is not promising 
it's because i turned down the only thing 
that many people think it would have made me 
the man they always wanted me to be


Details | Epic | |

BETTER DAYS

Sat on the ground today
Felt like I needed to fly away
Everything I did was wrong
Maybe I just don't belong
Tried to focus on my career
But you complained about the year
I want to do what I think is right
But you just say goodnight
Maybe tomorrow will be better
If not, I'll just write a letter


Details | Ballade | |

BETRAYED !

Let down again by family and friends...
Lies and hatred will it never end ?
They say one thing and mean another...
Looking out for only themselves.
It's about the dollars...
They crush your dreams and burn a brother,
Shouting and stealing...
Are you really my Mother ?
How SAD it is...
It makes me cry !
I can NOT trust my own blood Brothers,
Dad or Mother !
They cheat Me worse than the others...
To Me they will not even lend.
So I have learned My one true friend,
Is JESUS Christ until the end !

                                                                    by Perri Voge


Details | Free verse | |

Eden Part 3

Her eyes fall upon a vision of heaven as she enters the room, walking a waltz
The empty shell calls out to him, breaking the trance of this angelic creature
Looking up, his attention focuses on the small trio from the hell on earth mankind has created
The empty shell inquires a name
A name? What is a name? How could such a being be labeled under a name?
He whispers but a syllable
and in that one syllable, the damned heard a chorus of angels calling to her
The damned is frozen, under his gaze, her breath caught in her throat
Just from a mere stare, does he know? 
Does he know the power he has over the damned?
The ability to freeze one in time and space, stop atoms, and take the soul of the damned, but revive them as well?
Their eyes connect once more, one last time.
In that one connection she can see what this being hides from the rest of the world
The hurt, the pain, the imperfection
Her heart melts, as his lips curve up into a friendly smile, perfection in it's utmost form
One of the most beautiful smiles she has ever been graced to see
Like there was an art behind smiling so beautifully
 But fate is cruel and unkind, within the few moments of happiness, the exchange of names
The empty shell swallows the damned whole, dragging her along, and away
One last glimpse of a flawless face
One last time to feel alive
She searched again after that, waiting at places, hoping to see even the slightest glimpse. 
Her angel who was not an angel was no more, there was no more light in her world
If even for a moment
Nothing can soar forever
Everything has to crash
She didn't just crash, she collapsed, she was destroyed
She died
She fell so hard the pieces would never fit together again
She still searched, days, weeks 
She found him eventually, her angel
His wings were ripped, broken and torn
Instead of soaring like he had, he crashed straight to hell
All she has is memories, the only thing to look back on, look forward to
She knew that it was too good to be true
Damned souls do not belong with angels who are not angels
Hell is a lonely place
Here on the earth I still walk alone just as lonely as ever
And now I know
I was never meant to be loved by someone as beautiful as you


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's Wrath, Does Give An Unwanted Bath

 A cool Summer breeze... 
Brings pollen to allergies's 
own wheeze and sneeze.

Maple leafs wave against many southern winds...
Rain drops pelt rooftop's of metaled building's dins.

Storms affront the lakes of lands...
Nature's wrath confronts plans of man.

Flash floods push Californian landslides down hills
against homes a-plenty.
All about ruined homes, the remains too muddy.

Large palm trees wrapped around cars so spoiled...
Aft'ward cleanups resulted in many manned hours
so toiled.

Insurance is the brace damm'ed against Nature's
caused disgrace...
Faith in claims denied, resulted in faith misplaced.

Scattered destruction shows this planet's nature
gone wild...
'Tis time to face facts of vast destruction's very
own melee defiled.

Faith in God, should have, by man, been prayed for...
Answered with miracles, would be, 
many, many more. 

 
 


Details | Narrative | |

You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


Details | Bio | |

Think

I think to find what I seek, but what I seek is something I can not think of
For what I seek is to serve, serve my country
For when I grow I will change to find the light to the path to serve as a woman soldier and if I shall die I want you to think I died, but I died trying, serving. and saving the lives of the people to bring peace and harmony to the people of my country


Details | Ballad | |

An Angry Exchange

Close my eyes, think of the times
Sick of hearing all the lines, fake and smile
and all the while, you talk about me behind
my back, fade to black and turn to blue
from everything that you do.
And it feels like i finally am going
to crack.

I don't want an understanding
Just don't want to be misunderstood
Everything just so demanding
Makes me wanna give it up for good.
Don't want to come to an understanding
Sick of being so misunderstood
All of this is so demanding
It's just gonna break me down for good.

Of all the past, it comes and goes
and little did you know im slowly
fading.
All your words begin to hurt, and bad feelings
beging to lurk, everything your doing  is
grating, inside of my head.
Feeling broken, seeing death
asking if there's anything left
just don't know how to go back
im sick and tired of seeing red.

I don't want an understanding
Just don't want to be misunderstood
Everything just so demanding
Makes me wanna give it up for good.
Don't want to come to an understanding
Sick of being so misunderstood
All of this is so demanding
It's just gonna break me down for good.

Break me down, bleeding on the pavement now
Smile as i look into your eyes, stab me in the heart
you know i can take it,
As the clouds darken my skies
know it's so hard for you to fake it
listening to all your lies
take my dignity and break it
As the clouds rip open my skies.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Love of The Untold

Things happen for a reason The reason is because it’s that time Mistakes happen for a reason The reason is so you can forgive The beginning was fun while it lasted But the ending is coming sooner than I thought I gave all I had but what did you give me It takes two to love, which means I need you So tell me what I’m gonna do without your love Can’t get enough even after all the bull I went through I still couldn’t get over you tried to find another to hold To show my love and affection but … I had to let them go all was in the head was you I go through hell to fight for you I just wish these girls would stop falling for you From Mya to Rihanna, hold up Let me guess who’s next a girl named Tiana What do I need? To be crowed with a tiara Just to be you princess You’ll love every hour The time has come for me to stop holding in And let these little girls know I’m #1 not #10 I’m not her and she is not I We’re two different people You just can’t see it through your own eyes I have my own unique things about me She’s just trying to take over you Our fairytale is over Yeah the one when true love dies Cause the stupid little boy wouldn’t open up his eyes My past and mistakes you hold against me From the things I do and what I say Wrong or right You fail me on this test I might just be put together as a mess But trust imma strive for the best Not for you, but the girls who gave up And where pushed from the dream by the rest This is for the girls who gave up on love The story of the untold..


Details | Free verse | |

An Exodus Storm

Deep within the clouds, Astounding energy surges in their bottomless oblivion Echoes are heard in the land below the clouds, signaling a storm Warnings spread about in the village and commotion began to take its toll A glowering storm is heading their way They got to hide or else…they’ll meet their fate A haunting storm is about to prevail They got to run or else…they’ll yield to their departure They’re facing hopeless departure They’re losing their minds They’re screaming for help, but it’s a blur They’re overlooking their grinds There is no way to outrun The exodus storm


Details | Ballad | |

hero of the abyss

The thriving carnage reigns over the land
with A chaos tortured brand
on top of the Abyss in which it stands 
Along the side it  taints the mist
Where the var gan lays quist
A tower of the mardend pulootion
wearing the scare of it's alootion
I prasie it's uptight quiff landing
Upon the dare the darkness grows
A woumped it skialivise's it's understanding
A place noted black where the quarrel's flow
The floor shifting the shipped fool in motion
In a rooom spiting tenthly death's devotion
All houses pertained in dark narshaw
Seated in moggy filled courtyard's ashamed flaw
The bird blindingly snaring it's setting moutain peek
Seeing the window panes narrow in pale
As the nightingale sings it's call uni did pa real
Then comes to this decisions it feels 
Once stored it was ready to unfold it's possessive glave
A nor-ct feared  Appering face
All halls filled with noise 
opening the coffins mace
while the welder posted his poise
The break in deaths tower sets in his spirit
The nightingale sitting bluntly watching
Sing bird why have u called on me


Details | Free verse | |

Watching from the sidelines

A dysfunctional family
Always yelling
Fights breaking out
But there can be no telling

The mother sits 
Acts as if nothing is going on
Watches blood spilt on the carpet
But the marriage goes on

The father is in it
Finds a reason to investigate
Shots questions off
And looks like an ape

The eldest has had his turn
Beating upon his brothers
Turned against him and gets into the brawl
Watching his blood spilt on the carpet

The step has his freedom
No blood, groubeatings
Watches from the sidelines
Glad to have his cockiness without anything




The next one down
Has seen his share of fights
No blood for him either
But some unnerving nights

The smallest has understood
But cannot decide what he should do 
Does he go with standing up
Or go with the cockiness too

While the three yearn to yell
They cannot fore he is the only one they have
The mom is so happy and they will not yell
Secrets will come one day to tell the fights they gave


Details | Free verse | |

Refuse My Offer

Sinking in sweltering fire 
Angst rooting me to the spot 
This denial-- feeding the liar 
I swim in no emotion...much like a robot

Drunk by the flooded regret 
Many the times you refuse my offer 
All the time you refuse it, it forms a flood; masked with a tidal suicide

Your hoarse whispers refusing my cries
Wanting the best of my anger 
Afflicting bafflement and torture
To a headstrong form

You wicked witch, 
You could never burn, can you?
Sweep me to your wicked plans 
Gaining witchcraft to burn out our limits 

Your encompassed spells makes us endure to your power
Your melting desire-- a sour,
Despicable sense of pride in your presence
Devours the paralyzing thoughts materializing into evil paradise 

You wicked witch, 
Could you ever burn, you cruel elder?

Your on the other side,
Tripping on eruptive highways 
Led astray by the senseless tide 
Materializing into erupting paradise 

Catch me in your web; 
get out of your corner, killer spider 
Drooling acidic lies on the pavement 
Led astray by fetching fatality in your entangled snare 

You already agreed to
refuse my offer 
Uncooperative in your 
bogus decisions 

I gave up persuading you to go the opposite direction
But your bogus arguments
Take advantage of my offer
And shriveled it in its denser reasonings

I'm a flaw to your 
sun-drenched heart 
I want to be apart of your belongings 
Tell me I'm not 
rotting in denial

You already agreed to
refuse my offer 
Uncooperative in your 
stranger decisions 

Your amusing, foolish girl
You have a giving heart
But yet you'll refuse my blissful offer

Mock my presence, foolish women
Remain a rueful scoffer 


Details | Ballad | |

Little Girl

I have a reason, for what I do.

But it would not, make sense to you.

I love the children, oh too much.

Just so much, I want to touch.

With candy and sweets, I lure them in.

And then the fun, really begins.

I'm not sex-minded, not today.

I would never touch them, in that way.

Some call me evil, some say I'm insane.

I do have a reason, I just can't explain.

You see the kids, are nothing more to me.

Than tiny bodies, with parts I need.

I lost something of mine, I want it back.

My only girl, had a heart attack.

I tried to save her, but I was too late.

I locked myself up, furious with hate.

I stayed there for weeks, writhing in pain.

Until I realized her death, was not in vain.

I figured out, I could change fate!

The tables have turned, I was not too late!

I could remake her, only better!

This way I would never forget her!

With an eye from Tanya, an arm from Sue.

I realized what I had to do.

On the night of revival, all parts were in place.

I'll never forget, the look on her face.

There she lay, on the beach of Lake Pearl.

Beautiful as hell, daddy's little girl.


Details | Lyric | |

The Promises of Angel Wings

A soul departed, a life unlived
And yet, a heart still beats
Despite their best attempts,
A death, this person cheats.

They escape with just a mark on their wrist
But a tragedy on their heart
Living in the aftermath of survival
Is really just the start.

It gets worse as time moves on
And this person drifts away
As one wise poet tells us,
"Nothing gold can stay."

Not all memories can last forever
This young girl doesn't want to at all
She doesn't want to travel on into life
She refuses every letter, e-mail, and phone call.

She delves deeper into herself
And her once golden heart turns black
That's all that remains of this once-beautiful girl
Her soul is what she lacks.

The end of the road for this child
Comes sooner than many wish to believe 
She takes her own life and leaves behind
The promises of angel wings.


Details | Epic | |

Depression

Depression is a state of feeling sad and blue. It's as if the emotions of every human
being had been shot by a gun or stabbed with a knife. When someone, is depressed, they
start to cry. And when one individual becomes very depressed, he and/or she begins to lose
interest and keep away from their daily activities. Like when this person he or she had a
crush on left years ago, he or she starts to burst in tears. Everyone knows what it's like
to suffer from real depression. Every bad time or a saddened event can't even repair, or
better yet, mend, a vast of broken hearts. When someone and/or something important leave
their lives and they lose interest in their daily activities like playing sports and
whatnot, every human being's becoming very depressed. It's also as if the Earth's being
taken, or better yet, plunged, back to the Great Depression Era. And if we don't do
anything to end this type of sadness, then that's it. I hope all of human beings see a lot
of daylight and that we be happy again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Angel Like

She was so angel like,
Walking down the street
I was at a loss for words,
Everytime our eyes would meet

She was so angel like,
There was no one else quite like her
Her face lit up by the moonlight,
Everything else was a blur

She was so angel like,
She was all I ever thought about
She seemed almost perfect,
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

She was so angel like,
She had such radiant skin
It is like I wondered all of my life,
Exactly where has this girl been??

She was so angel like,
But then she passed at such a young age
The day that she died,
Is the day that I learned to hate


Details | I do not know? | |

11:45

Almost 11:45

On this cold night we’d meet in the park

A reason to make things right

Between the spaces in our hearts

Close to 11:45

I see my breath in the air

How can I go on alone in my life

Without you even there

 



My footsteps trace over and over

The night is getting colder and colder

Time passing me by

I haven’t seen goodbye

Until after 11:45

 


It’s 11:45

Expecting love soon to see

Our past come back to life

A gift from you to me

Passing 11:45

Disappointment lies inside

Lonely tears flood my eyes

Because I never saw love tonight

 

She won’t answer her calls

She won’t come to her door

I thought I gave, this woman my all

Although her love demanded more

She won’t listen to me

She won’t give me a chance

By the time I realize love didn’t show

I was replaced by another man

She won’t answer her calls

She won’t come to her door

I thought I gave, this woman my all

Although her love demanded more

She won’t listen to me

She won’t give me a chance

By the time I realize love didn’t show

I was replaced by another man


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Little Victim

Little baby in the dark
Waiting for your chance to start
For days on end, you've been alone
Longing for a loving home

Tiny fingers, tiny toes
Mommy's blue eyes, Daddy's nose
More precious than a pot of gold
Or any treasure earth can hold

Dear Child, you'll never know your birth
For you've been denied your worth
The very ones you think you trust
Choose not to treat you fair and just

You'll never take life's first breath
Or cradle at your mother's breast
You'll never feel life's joys and pains
The sunshine's warmth, the cool, wet rain

So many things you'll never know
And numerous places you'll never go
Because, convenience rules the day
And selfish motives have their say

But--animal's rights are well seated
And law is broke if they're mistreated
Too bad you're not a baby seal
Then death's cruel blow you would not feel

So innocent and defenseless
Newborn babies should be priceless
Instead, they'll throw you in the trash
In exchange for some cold hard cash

And not just you, but everyday
Thousands more die in the same way
A silent holocaust of the unborn
In the U.S.A., home of the (free?) forlorn

Little Victim in the dark
Waiting for your birth to start
For days on end,you've been alone
Longing for a loving home


Details | Epic | |

Mixed Feelings

When people meet someone new, one individual (he and/or she) is either happy, sad, angry,
or really surprised. Is it just a bunch of different attitudes or just mood swings? It
seems that every human being is way too emotional, but they're not, which is really weird.
Maybe everybody should know what these mid-life/mixed feelings are. Every time I see a lot
of mixed-up feelings from one one too many people, it's like a possible chain reaction.
And when everybody watches the local news, they're either mad, sad, or glad like winning a
sporting event, auto accidents, or whatever. Even when two lovers get together, break up,
or rekindle their relationships, they still have mixed feelings for each other. And what
are these feelings doing to all of us human beings? They're taking us on a roller coaster
ride. But if this keeps up, who knows what might really happen next?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Great Existence

Moving up over through 
Into
All I've known is felt through the end 
Never a beginning always ending
Falter as I may, myself I hold - alone in company 
Tress in to limestone pillars of my great hall 
Great as the Norse and proud as well
Threads of time woven with clumsy hands led by blind eyes 
Thus is the expanse of the web of life The Great Existence 
Not where but it's the being that is. Is what I am and 
What we are


Details | Free verse | |

Unknown

She walks
On
the 
Dark 
sidewalk

And she trips 
Falls
Face
First

She fells
Blood
Anguish
Sorrow

She gets up
and feels 
her way

into the Unknown

She feels what it is like
to go to combat
where
the soilders play

She does
Not know
One day
A draft
Will take her to 
The Unknown


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Only She Cries

What If I told You That I Loved you
would we care
would we die
 Chains surrounding Alice
Only She Cries
 
World Banished her
Love left her
all Alone
Melancholia presides over
 
Alice dies again
Will she ever reign
 
Will she ever see
what’s here to be
Only She Cries
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
Empty Without a savoir
Will She ever be cured from this
will she breakaway
Gaia couldn’t be so cruel
Just to wail away—Let the Banshee Crie
Just wail away the pain
wail away the pain
 
Enter my heart and you’ll see
that Was the only thing you could ever need
Alice; only she cries
let it show
That love never dies
Through Euphoria
through melancholia
 
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
 
 
You didn’t know
how you could save her
Only if you could her
Alice dies
Only she cries


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Marie II-- Troubled Tides

Wake up with a dream on your eyes left with the hearts that bid you Goodbye Shadow Dreamer-- Poisoned Lover Venom seeps through the Way The Way you held on to Me There's a Thorn in your Heart I left it there so the dreams and your pain shall unfold Inside you and all of your Lithium Lovers You're my lover, My Dear The Greatest Enemy I had to Contend pretending with "I Love You" but I know you Hate me till Hell's End Is it in Vain? You Sleep with the hate How can you dodge the fate? You let the Dagger dance on your Tongue You are my beloved Enemy Marie


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Distant friend

The black hood cloaked her so only a pale white
face was showing.Her features where too strange
to pass as human but beautiful all the same.
Her dark eyes looked at me longly but we both
knew it could never be the way it was.We both
had our obligations to other people now.Her small
thin hands touched my face gently on the cheeks.
I pulled down her hood and stroked my fingers 
through her almost white hair Then kissed her
forhead.I made a joke about the cloak saying it
was from some kind of witches order.We parted
ways and with a flash of light she was gone.


Details | Epic | |

breath

Breathe when no air is found
Let me hold a solid grip
As we now walk on solid ground
Telling lies straight to your face
To show of all of their weakness
Letting them bring disgrace
Showering in the lies they tell
While truth is never enough
For here we are today
Walk together when times are rough
A bump in the path as frequently as a smooth step in a midnight clear
Letting the wind whisper to sit and let the entire world hear
Misery in this eternity 
For here I hold truth in my empathy 
Showing love why did you die
So you not see the tears I cry 
Praying for forgiveness
For I have lost you now
For here I am to morrow 
As I sit and let this frown find binding in my empty heart
 Letting every story find a new start
Beginning from the end
I lost a friend
To Bullying 
For ever rest in piece 


Details | Epic | |

Who cares

Who Cares
If I am weak or strong
If I am healthy or ill
If I am depressed or suicidal
If I have done something wrong?
Who Cares
If I take pills
If I cry
If I am damaged goods
If I am a lost soul looking for a home?
Who Cares
Who cares but my family
Who cares but my true friends
Who cares but the goodness of people's heart?
Who cares but everybody that cares for me?
Who cares but everybody that knows me and wants to help me
Who cares but but the people who love me?


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The Final Disposition

I see the fields of ash
browned by the sun
the bodies laying in the field
but the war has not been won
my last gasp of air

I have clung to you
my salvation
for years and years
the darkness cannot spread I reason
it is almost here

I hear them calling now
“the war has just been won!” they say
a raw victory for my heart
the battle has just begun
on the horizon

The drumming of my heart
I call out in the rain
only one can hear
amidst the sounds of marching
the gates have opened…


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Darkness and Sadness

If the Earth was taken back to the Depression era, we'll be devastated. The only emotion
that we, as human beings, will be feeling is sadness. The skies will have been covered
with eternal darkness and the weather will have turned to freezing cold in minutes. It's
as if the entire human race has been enslaved by the modern-day version of the neo-Nazi
soldiers. It's like a nightmare for all of us human beings. And in the present time, these
people are losing their jobs, their cars have been repossessed, and their homes are
foreclosed-it's way too depressing. Even as I speak, the people who once lived the good
life are crying on their sleep. And when they wake, they're still mourning and reflecting
of the outcome of this bad situation. I hope the world sees daylight again.


Details | Free verse | |

INTERLUDE WITH DEATH

at the door he stopped
 and asked, "when?"

"just think of it this way.....
in our next life 
we will be together
she answered him."

PROMISE?

he smiles

.........and then he was gone.


by janetta
                

                 


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Details | 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?


Details | Free verse | |

Enmities

Time passes and still we try,
try to see what makes them real.
We walk alone and feel as if
the other laugh at hopeless dreams.

Pride is taken, as was chance
and jealousy turns to rage.
And now instead of learning truth,
we destroy what came before.

We feel if sun does give all life,
then why are we to blame?
When we are left with hollow shells,
our intent can then be swayed.

Vision twisting, goals tainted,
another shot down by doubt.
Dark truth has been as though,
a vent we live without.


Details | Epic | |

Angel Faces

                            Angel faces from Heaven above
                              Sent here for us to love
                             Mommy and Daddy went away
                                    Now i'm alone
                         And i don't know how to use the phone
                         Nose pressed against the window pane
                         Maybe i could see Mommy if it didn't rain
                                   Little eyes wet as dew
                          Tiny lips trembling,''Mommy where are you''?
                           You left me at Grandma's all alone
                            And i'm so scared i just want to go home
                             I get down on my knees at night
                             And pray to God that you're alright
                             You see God,im only three
                             And i need my Mommy here with me.                      
     
                               
                               









Details | Free verse | |

The Result of Her Curiosity

Sweet Pandora, 

Your curiosity has cost us all. 

Pain, death, suffering, turmoil-- 

How dare you disobey the gods? 

Why did you allow yourself to open the box? 

Sweet Pandora, 

Your curiosity brought us all pain. 

You curiosity brought on the darkness and evil 

That they, the gods above, tried to protect us from. 

Opening the box, one simple action, fear for all. 

Sweet Pandora, 

You have taught us all a bittersweet lesson. 

You have given us the lesson of grief and sadness 

But you have also taught us how to hope. 

You give us hope everyday for the best, 

Rather then the best be given to us easily. 

Sweet Pandora, 

You have given us contrast. 

Life and death, darkness and light, 

Hope and fear, the sun and the moon. 

You have saved our lives, and we thank you deeply. 


Details | Bio | |

Break Down With A Smile

Memories yet I smile, one day of peace in my head hasn't been that way for a while I'm the
same as you totally like you through and through but never mind if i'm missing a screw or two
I can trick you like I always do. To bridge the gap of reality and place sane and insane in a 
constant state of forever hate just to walk along side and enjoy the ride as you look me in the 
eye and ask me to smile with pride little did you know that less then twenty four hours ago this
average Joe was struggling just to let it all go. But yes sir I kindly breakdown with a smile just to 
keep it together for a little while do you think that as time goes by one flash back or triggered 
event wont cause me to flip out and vent.The cold sweats and mounting regrets is second 
nature that I suppress like all the rest I walk amongst you with my silent issues that I refuse to 
come unglued in the sight of you so I breakdown with a smile in hopes that you don't notice me  
and try with a smirk on your face to save me. Do you recognize who I am yet think long and 
hard, I was sworn to defend you and do my duty to honor you and this country but when I left 
Iraq I brought something back. A shattered mind that I couldn't leave behind so I breakdown with 
a smile a broken soul that use to be so strong and I'm asked to carry on with some heroic song 
you ask me to march along. NO SIR I WILL NOT I do not comply you walk a mile in this soldiers 
shoes and then ask me again to go back and play stooge to be used and mentally abused, I 
break down with a smile because I know that god wont let this continue I believe I believe I 
believe..


Details | Rhyme | |

Struggle to the top

his heart is poetic
yet he regrets it
for respect he sticks his neck out its life and death kid
he give's words depth and yet his soul hasn't left
running out of breath
feels like hes been punched in the chest
he knows he's cursed but he knows hes blessed
misery and obsession lead him to success of his first lesson
always keep the opposition double guessing
and if he could make a suggestion
Dont come to close he fires like a smith a wesson
but dont be scared hes just hurt from the last person he let in


Details | I do not know? | |

WAR-TORN SOLE PART 2

“TODAY I GOT BETWEEN A BULLET AND A BROTHER,
AND A DARKNESS THAT WILL FOLLOW ME FOREVER.
I THINK THEY GOT HIM IN THE BACK.
CAN HE SEE IF HE GOT BROUGHT BACK?”
I LOOKED UP TO SEE THE MAN THEY BROUGHT BACK IN A BIG BROWN SACK.
ANOTHER LOST LIFE AT WHAT COST?
THIS IS NOT FAIR.
MEN BARRIED IN DISPAIR. 
HE LOOKED AT ME AS IF HE COULD READ MY MIND AS I TRIED TO FIND THE WORDS I COULDN’T FIND.
“SARAHS HER NAME.
YOU KNOW I’M TO BLAME.”
I’VE NEVER SEEN A MAN CRY.
DEEP DOWN INSIDE HE KNOWS HES GOING TO DIE.
”I KNOW I WON’T MAKE TONIGHT
AND I’LL NEVER GET TO HOLD MY BABY TIGHT.
SO MUCH I’LL MISS WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE LIKE THIS.
TAKE OUT THE ADDRESS AND LOCKET IN MY POCKET.
WRITE TO HER, TELL HER I’M SORRY, GIVE HER MY LOVE, AND I’LL BE WHACHING HER FROM ABOVE.
TELL HER TO TELL MY SON ABOUT HIS FATHER AND THIS GREAT SLAUTER.
TELL HIM THAT A WAR IS NEVER WON WHEN SO MUCH IS LEFT UNDONE.
TELL HER TO TELL HIM I LOVE HIM.
I LOVED HIM EVEN BEFORE THEIR WAS A HIM WHEN HE WAS JUST AN APPLE OF MY EYE AND A TWINCKLE IN THE SKY.
LOVE HAS DEFIED MY LIFE AS I DIED.
THEIRS SO MUCH I’LL NEVER BE.
GOD FORGIVE ME!”
I WHACHED AS HE PASSED ON.
ONE MOMENT AND HE WAS GONE.
I DUG IN HIS POCKET, FOUND AN ADDRESS, FOUND A LOCKET, AND A PICTURE OF HIS WIFE AND BABY IN HIS WALLET.
I WROTE TO SARAH AND TOLD HER ALL HE SAID TO TELL.
IT WASN’T TILL LATER I FOUND OUT SHE HAD ALREADY DEVORCED, REMARRIED, AND WAS DOING WELL.


Details | Epic | |

This Mask

You want me to love you,
You want me to care.
But,how can I love you,
if your love's not there.
And this pain in my heart, 
Cuts deeper in my mind.
This was was dead from the start,
You're so very unkind.
Because you don't care.
Because you don't see.
And if I begged would you dare?
Dare to see me.
But,you cannot do that,
For myself I don't show.
Behind this mask,
No hope can grow.
And this mask that I've painted,
Represents who I've become.
I'm forever tainted,
I can't overcome.
This person is me,
This person you "see",
Is who I've become.
I've become no one.


Details | Free verse | |

Disengaged Reality

Reminiscing of past and present
Wadding through the swamplands
Hiding from the ominous intruder
Decieving the manic attempts

Partly relying on the defenseless
While still behind the strong
Standing tall beyond the enemy's grasp
Watching detailed movements

Yeah, though I walk swiftly
Amoung a violent crowd
Carrying torches and pitchforks
I'm empty handed and the victim sought

How is it that they're blind to me
I'm within their grounds
They call my name and show my photo
But still, they past right by

As I run, beyond their hands
Beyond the weapons' tips
I walk right through a sword
Yet, I'm not split in two
I stand firm, unscarred, intact

How is it that I'm alone in this
By myself in a crowd of strangers
Just because they search me out
How is it that I'm alone here?

The weapons aimed and held, but
A faceless body lay among the crowd
Hole forms as they step back and around
This is my body that lies upon the ground

Take me home, would you take me home
I see my own blood dancing on my fingers
My own self in my hands 
Eyes pouring a mirror in the sands
An extinct personality's gone

Mirror in the sands is empty
Faceless escape of my own life
My own fear a melody forgotten
Lyrical injustice taken from this
Breathing a song I'm singing
As the blood dances on my fingers


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From The Depths

From The Depths

voice of massacre emptiness
only the wind holding against my back otherwise I should tumble
in burning embers 
with him a matron enmeshed dusk 
with out him I am poignant destitution
banished to brave forces threatening to decapitate 
seeking a niche from what is dissected from the grave 
alienated any close relationships upon which had embarked novice 
without cultivation and careful attention any blossom weeds kills off dead 
any possible encounters 
promising engagements fall from the blade 
life turned inward to revolve around him while he was free to roam 
ambling about the earth as he pleased 
scathed by malevolent restraints of harsh criticism and sadistic sarcasm 
eventually queenly pillars bend down low weeping 
constant reincarnation of failures no gladiator withstands pressures against the 
sword 
as water in an endless drip soon decays and devours… Amen 
i used to be a phenomenon of visual dreams…
prayers that can soon be vocal from lips of gratitude 
if heart is acquired…
i can be that way again


Details | Epic | |

Fallen the man is

Crimson shadows dancing down the wall.
Shadow figures raceing down the hall.
Screaming echos screaming into the emptiness of night.
Pools of red are gleaming in the beams of the moon light.

Oh to who may find me tell my wife my love
I've left this shell behind me gone to the lord above.


Details | Epic | |

Hidden Heros

They sit on blue benches
with foiled mask
What ever happened 
should dare not ask
paint chips away in 
more ways than one
as they sit and reflect 
in the mourning sun


Details | Ballad | |

Forsaken Eurydice

[Satyr]
A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
 
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
 
 [Orpheus] 
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
 
 [Persophone] 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
 
 [Hades] 
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
 
 [Persophone] 
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
 
 [Hades]
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Cassandra's Capture

Pride goeth before a fall,
It shall be said, long after.

How well the phrase fits this Argive king,
Come far across the wine-dark seas
In his gleaming ships of war
To rape the wealth of other men's homes
All for the sake of a woman,
Or so it was said.

Here in the smoke of the ruins,
Behind the walls breached at the last by treachery,
- 10 years' bloodshed not enough to have battered them down -
Troy's temples lay sacked and belching fumes for incence,
And here he comes, blazing in bronze and puffed with pride,
To claim you, as his rightful prize alone!
You,
Whom even the gods respect.

Mad you are, and blissfully so.
Yours eyes, flashing in your mantic states
See farther and more truly than those
Of any other mortal.

You know the things to be all too well,
And for this were cursed with a great gift of prophecy
Forever doomed to fall upon deaf ears.

But today the curse becomes the gift it should have been,
If to see a proud victor's doom
Riding hard upon his heels, he all unknowing
Be any comfort to the defeated.

He takes you to his death and your own besides,
Mistaking the darkness of your smile
For the resignation of the lost.

He bears home with you the fall of all his house,
And many of these proud ones shall join you both
In Hades' cold halls ere long has passed.

So bid your mother not despair
To see you taken and treated so lowly;
Bid her to rejoice in your ravings,
Tell her to raise the torch and call on Hymen
To bless and seal this doom
Which has been set to avenge your righteous dead
Who fell beneath these now so hollow walls.
Exhort her not to weep for her mad daughter,
Who, in being made concubine to this beast
Weds high indeed in final truth,
As through this match she goes to a god,
And he the one most truly feared.

The torchlight flashing
Like starlight in your rolling eyes!
Your beauty as you whirled there,
Absorbed in frenzied grief
Became a sight before which divinity trembled!

And your broken people smiled in pity for your,
Eyes full and dimmed with tears.

Yet is is enough, perhaps, for you alone to know
As you are carried off across the lashing seas 
To the enemy land,
The flames of your dead city
Lighting the night's horizon,
Holding in your heart the bittersweet truth none would believe,
You commune with the Eternal,
Bearing gall and misery
To an arrogant fool.



Details | Rhyme royal | |

Fear

   It'll crawl in your insides and make you turn upside down.
    You'll start to run from everything and all everyone can do is look at you with sad 
eyes. Like it's sad that your afraid to climb mountain tops and crawl in the dirt. It 
sort of makes you guilty for always running away and it always catches up to you until 
you can't escape anymore. It's like the world is so huge and intimidating, it makes you 
seem so small like your the only one. Fear is fear until you learn to conquer it. Don't 
let it take over your mind because when it gets there it's deadly, it'll eat your insides 
even though your not ready.


Details | Narrative | |

Emilé

The evening air blows twice as fair
when it is kissing her sweet strands of hair
to glimpse her rosy cheeks, perchance her eyes
any passerby would swoon.

Down the street the lamplights flicker on
a feeble gesture, half in vain
for any light forfeited by the sunset
is given to the moon.

And where it’s wanted shadow still creeps in
Observe! Behind a mule cart sits
bundled up in robes and motionless
the sweet girl prior mentioned.

Horses’ footfalls echo from the sides of shops
and disappear as masters drive
into some warmer corner
of the cold Parisian night

As well pedestrians shuffle by
at somewhat slower pace
and but the smallest turn their gaze upon
the pauper woman’s face

But none can see, but none can see
into this sweet girl’s reverie
the chillness in her breath
is the only sign she gives

Her eyes are closed, and now she flies
through darkest depths of mind to happier times
one summer evening on a porch
beside her lover true

When gaze is not transfixed upon the other
drinking from the depths of melancholy passion
it gorges itself upon the greenest grass
like heifers lowing on the hill

or bunnies bounding through the field
or crickets chirping in the reeded orchestra
all similes reveal themselves at twilight
to those in love, in elevated sight

and minds are read, so no surprise
can narrow further catlike eyes
when her lover true decides
to reveal to her the truth

“Upon this eve I have received
a letter from the Guard, with intent
to draft me into the army
as the gears of war are turned

you know how much I long to stay
within your arms until my dying day
but I’ve heard tales of those who tried to flee
many try, and none succeed

so in a week I’ll board the train
the line from Marseilles to Lorraine
and write you letters every night
until the morn that we shall hold each other tight”

And no words formed upon her lips
the falling leaves told all
but when they kissed tears did form inside their eyes,
rolled off, and mingled in their mouths.


Details | Epic | |

So This Is How It Feels To Be Free

I really wish I were free from the clutches
You have put over me
You’ve got me bruised and choked and hurt
And covered my eyes so I can’t see.
I cannot show my abuse 
Or my longing for my freedom 
I wish I were sometimes all alone
Marching to the bat of my own drum.
I yearn for my times away from you
When I am out of your reach
Only then can I begin to relax
And breathe a sigh of relief.
I come home and go out to see you
And you always act so sweet
Then you turn when we’re alone
Into some sort of vicious beast.
You throw me up against the wall
And bang my head into the bricks
But I still come back to you every night
Because I’m brainwashed by your tricks.
You beat my arms and pull my hair
Leaving bruises no one can see
It makes me believe you aren’t in love
And that you only want to hurt me.
I can’t physically leave you
Because I am way too in love
But I do wish I weren’t being hurt
I want to instead be your treasure trove.
I’m trapped in a triangle
That I can’t even hope to leave
I stay and believe you’ll get better
For the old you,  I refuse to grieve.
But I decided it was too much
And slowly walked away
I pushed myself out of your grip
And quietly slipped away.
When you followed me later
Trying to force me in your car
I wised up and took off running
And home really wasn’t that far.
I saw you handcuffed and in the squad car
Being driven away from me
I walked away from your abuse forever
So this is how it feels to be free.


Details | Rhyme | |

Kill Him, Kill You

The shocking sight,
The death tonight,
The blood was pouring,
And thunder roaring,
The rain was pounding,
The moon is rounding,
I can smell the death,
I have to take a breath,
I can’t run,
It isn’t that fun,
To see the dead,
To watch them lay in their finale bed,
To try not to cry,
When their life passed quickly by,
And you’re just standing there,
With your heart starting to tear,
You see the lightning,
And it’s frightening,
To see the guy who killed them,
You scream “Oh no it’s him!”
Then run,
Oh God, he won,
Get on the phone,
Let out a moan,
And yell at the top of your lungs,
You speak in tongues,
Police get here quick,
Before I kick,
This little bastard in the balls,
I’ll crush him into the walls,
He killed him,
I’ll kill him,
I’ll take his own knife to his throat,
I’ll throw him into a boat,
And dump him in a lake,
Boil the water then he’ll start to bake,
I’ll do it,
But I won’t split,
I’ll stay right here and take it all,
I’ll drive you all up the wall,
So get up here,
Before I go up there and spear,
You all so hurry up,
Come get him before he runs like a scared little pup,
They got him,
But not before I killed him,
So woops, too late,
But they took the bait.


Details | Free verse | |

The Flying Casket

amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball

within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished



In Memory Of 
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg 

{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}


Also Entry For
Brian Strands 
Indelible Impressions Contest


Details | Concrete | |

MY PLEA

I ASK................WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? 

FOR WHAT CAUSE DO I DWELL WITH THIS MENTAL SICKNESS 
(NIGHTMARES). 

I HAVEN'T SLEPTED THROUGH THE NIGHT IN OVER 16 YEARS. 

FOR SO LONG I'VE BEEN ROAMING, SEARCHING THIS LAND OF NOD, TRYING 
TO FIND THE ANSWERS. 

I'VE TRIED TO PLEAD MY CAUSE AND EXPLAIN MY SUPPLICATIONS TO MEN 
OF GOD BUT NO ONE WOULD HEAR ME. 

I'VE REACHED OUT TO FAMILY, FRIENDS, ASSOCIATES AND STRANGERS 
BUT NONE WOULD HAVE ME. 

NOW I CAN PRAY NO LONGER. 

WHEN I USED TO PRAY, I ONLY ASKED TO BE RETURNED TO MY DAYS OF 
OLD. 

THE DAYS BEFORE MY INNOCENCE WAS STRIPPED AWAY, BEFORE MY 
MOTHER HANDED ME OVER TO FATE, BEFORE THOSE WHO CLAIMED THEY 
LOVE ME, SHOWED IT THROUGH SEXUAL ACTS AND PHYSICAL BEATINGS 
THROUGHOUT MY CHILDHOOD. 

I TRY EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY TO FORGET. 

ONLY WHEN IT'S TIME TO SEEK REST, I RELIVE THIS HORROR EVERY NIGHT. 

THESE HELLISH DREAMS HAVE TAKEN HOLD OF ME. 

NOW I STAND ALONE. 

THERE IS A BEAST THAT RAGES WITHIN AND HIS NAME IS ANGER. 

IN MY LEFT HAND THERE IS A CUP THAT HOLDS THE TEMPTATION OF 
REVENGE. 

TO SEEK THE TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF THOSE WHO CAUSED HARM UNTO 
ME AND IN MY RIGHT HAND, THERE IS A CUP OF REASONING. 

TO FORGIVE THOSE FOR THEIR FAULTS AND TRANSGRESSIONS AGAINST 
ME. 

THE CHOICE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, HELL OR RIGHT ARE HARD TO 
MAKE. 

I AM WHAT YOU WOULD CALL DAMAGED GOODS. 

NO GOOD THING WILL EVER COME OF ME. 

THE STIGMATISM FROM MY PAST WON'T ALLOW ME TO FULLY BE OF 
RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

I'VE BEEN PRETENDING FOR SO MANY YEARS TRYING TO BE SOMETHING 
THAT I'M NOT. 

NOW THE PICTURE/ MY FUTURE IS CLEAR. THIS IS MY REVELATION 
(TRUTH) , MY STORY, MY BEGINNING, LEADING UP TO MY DAYS OF 
END...............


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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.


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A new life

Sing a song of hope or sorrow
There's another day or no tomorrow

Time it keeps moving forward
and if I don't I'll get left behind

Take a flight like a distant shore bird
look away and I'll be fine

By the power invested in me
I fly away across the sea

Like a stone before it's sculpted
Like a song before it's sung
like an art before it's painted
Like a deed before it's done


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The dance

It's legal in Origon I say to myself
this is why I'm here
I swallow and close my eyes
my heart is pounding and I feel week
I wasn't sad but I felt dead inside
I had enough and far too much
now I feel sad because it isn't what I want
but it seems like the only way
and now I dance wildly
I see black and then I dream


Details | Ballad | |

MESSAGE LOST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Lost my Will to love

I think I lost my will to love a long time ago
Where it ran I don't really know
For if I let it go
Never to love is what my heart will show
So I started to search whereever it maybe
But no matter how hard I searched I could not see
The feeling of never to love again would make me cry
And thinking about it makes me want to die
This person who took my will to love 
I wish to find you to set my spirit free
Because the day you took my will to love is the day I lost me


Details | Ballad | |

I Do Believe

I do believe. In everything you say
When times are better,
We’ll be together again.
After the war.

But until then:
You’d better run to me
Come to me,
I’m here with open arms

Waiting in darkness
 Till’ you come and set me free
Help me to just believe
In love.

Well, I do believe. In everything you say
When times are better 
We’ll be together again,
After the war.

But until then:
You’d better run to me
Come to me,
I’m here with open arms

Waiting in darkness
 Till’ you come and set me free
Help me to just believe

Help me to just believe
Oh I do believe.
Do believe,
In your love.


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A Mandrake's Gesture: vol II.

The maiden's nipples 
swollen, her bosom
flush with excitement,
hailing her goddess as 
she slighted very 
eloquently, puissant.
The goodness they
shared was of sinful
reproach, a somber
obedience of lovers'
admiration.  
The dusk laden sky 
flickered with prose, 
the sorrows of
Belial's romance of lost
mysteries and his 
vengeant domineer,
his bravado, his 
masculinity, cascading
like spirals  of chaos
and the chimes of 
instilled darkness
climaxing to the 
sojourn of forbidden 
pleasures.  
Gently now, 
Belial eased this 
fair lady to her lover's
demand, her patience
swelling between her
thighs, burning. . . 
eternally.
- - - - 
I.
Awoken from a dream,
a fair common was she,
her beauty unsurpassed
only by her soulful 
demeanor and natural
prelude.  Her femininity
and subtle prowess
always the victor,
her passion a hearkening
rose upon a lonely
desolate scorn.  Her 
feelings a bit feverish,
there now, nothingness
and the harlots of 
misery and the massacre
of saintliness.   The venom
there pulsing now,
was evermore raspy,
and only to the 
delight of our royal
antiquities, vespers 
of envy, of anger's delight,
of beckoning glee, a 
madman's exuberation to
the deafening hysterias
of mischief's vertigo.  

A marriage. . .
arranged, a stiffening
King to his Prince's 
triumph over darkness.
Yes, this common peasant
and her divine bounty
was as a peril of Eve 
searching for her lost 
Eden.
There being no more 
reprise, bitter, for her
burden, she was to share.
Somber eyes and 
a broom for everyone
to take hold.  Yes, the 
beauty of a fair maiden
this, so vast and of
such masterful drab, 
splendor to all of 
the shared treasures
in spirits.  

Rage!
A taunting basilisk,
enslaying our vat of 
christendom and devotion.
To this day, of prayerful
morn, maiden Geinere, 
awoke, scarlet fever.


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Inferior?

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


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Authority Threat

My blood boiled 
With unwelcome restraint
State Attorney misleading 
Painting gray paint
Troubled as disturbances seethe
This arrogant power 
Would never leave 
While her intimidation 
Was extremely shocking
The Supreme Court Justice 
She was mocking 
Representing myself
With no fighting chance                              
This sociopath
Was wearing the pants
I read the laws
Custody in my favor
She bullied me…Without waver 
Perverted threats coming true
Her infestation I now rue
Grandiose with all minorities  
Flaunting her grand Authorities
Thinking I would duck and run
I stood my ground she came undone 
Placing the child with her father
Never shielding my only daughter
I had her dismissed off the case
To the system she’s a disgrace!


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Garden Angel

A tiny garden angel kneels on a pedestal.
A statue to adorn the garden with her charm.
Her small hands held in prayer.
A circle of flowers around her head.
Her face with a cherubs glow.
Wings outstretched at her sides.
This tiny angel with such life like features.
I sit and watch you pray. 
You are missing some flowers from your headpiece.
It makes me sad each time I look at you.
My tiny garden angel.


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A Mandrake's Gesture: vol I.

There upon the blasphemous 
grassy knoll, a maiden, 
her lovers' temptations
of the past.  
Amidst a silky
silhouette, a dainty stroll
flaunting a crimson masquerade.

"Your invitations of subtle romance,
be they adventurous, unfulfilled,
shall we not exchange vespers?" 

The angel Azriel passioned. . .
A soft Belial did exchange. . . .

"Perchance your suggestion faint,
a slight hint at curiosity?"
"Pray you Belial, mystery for the 
whimsy, my gentle romance."

The maiden's eyes began to twinkle
slightly, a hint of passion.
The fullness of her bosom
so exquisite and so
tame, she patted herself
on the thigh, exquisitely, softly.
She would listen to the 
rhythms of her heart and 
praise the moon. . . .

"Azriel your infinite 
sensuality is perplexing,
an embrace to the musers
of sophistication."
"Belial. . .  are you true?"
"Always, of the most 
royalties in shadow."

Belial's vehemence was like
a steady rhapsody-
a melody to the songs
and essences of the 
crying angels, his interests
in this courtship affair
piqued, unbeknownst,
foreboding.
A howling wolf nurtured
his wanton's decree.

"May there be no 
misgivings between
us.  Our romance a flounder,
this time upon a dreary
meadow, passions of the 
blooming Spring."
"The maturity of the 
season burgeoning as 
a goddess basking 
in the twilight."
"Belial, amidst your
presence, your magical
enthralls, I am
a virgin of chaotic
confines, an orchestrating
phatasmagoria, bellowing
echoes of innocence."
"Where'st upon your 
throne of pride, do 
you betake such ambience
and cunning?"
"Another courtship, another
attempt at fate,
falling away with thee,
embracing your sacred 
art of serpent 
masochism."

Her lips very supple,
very appealing, she
was a cupid to 
Belial's delight. . . .
The Dragon emulated 
its horrorific 
delight, 
the trees began to sway 
as howling winds
enveloped.  
A nightbird swooped, 
like a predatorial
owl, scornful wisdom,
a galliant interlude.
The moonlight shown 
through, revealing 
the shadows of 
a saga of melancholy
and the wicked
kingdom.  
The angels gently
opposed their own virtue.
Cascading glances of 
despair and burdening
lusts erupted within
Azriel and Belial. . . befallen.
The cries of passion
were softly felt, hence, 
a lovers' quartet of 
silent lucidity.  
A beseeching cry of lechery, 
portented gayly, 
Azriel gave way
to Belial's surmise.

"She will suffer. . ."


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Battle Field

A heart is like a battle field with 
the blood pumping into its viens.
Its just like being on that battle 
field with mud and rain.
All those men died and suffered,
they still didnt gain any comfort.
The heart from a dead soliders mother,
Her pain cant go no further.
Its just like the black panthers,
so quick to say "Black power"my borther.
A heart is like a battle field
Broken, scarned, torn, hurt, 
but at the end.
Mind, loved, sheltered, victory.
The battle of the heart is now over.


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A Mandrake's Gesture: vol. III

- - - -
To the gardens. . . of celebration!
- - - -
As the birds chirped,
the sunlit golden,
the merry cries of 
glee, for upon this
day a proclamation
of love ever-after.  Though
ne'er yet had the 
splendor been sighted,
jestered by many a perchance
of foolish folly,
a fellowship to the King.
Unbeknownst, a 
yield to the forbiddance
of Hecate's personification
and a dire love of
familiar waft.

"For thee, upon the 
hour of striking,
our quartet, profound,
still-born, the 
forfeiture lag, our 
gentile courtship,"
a voice of princely charm 
did vesper.
"Taken aback, my 
blossoming serenity,
tears of burden and 
crying shame, the 
kingdom and its
dungeon," Geinere's 
essence declared.
"What'st thou speak of?"
The sentiments of a 
conceited King.

Geinere, her mind
ailing, fever and 
nausea coarsened 
her.  Sorrowful 
thoughts of arrogance
and its unquenching
tale.  Tragedies and 
the grievances there
upon, for whom so
yet to embark.
Tears began to 
stream down poor 
Geinere's flush cheeks.
Her soul tarnished
amidst the excitement
of triumph and the 
beckoning woes of
peasant parry royalty.
This dreadful day
lacking of divinity.
For there no poorer
game of betrayal
and scarred virtue,
than this sorrowful eve. . .
of bitter scorn, 
and hateful deceit.  

For a night
of beggar's delight,
the handsome prince
Alarumdives, maiden
Geinere, and a celebration 
aye the more kisses 
pricked ne'er a secret 
scurvy.  Hence,
a hidden barbaso,
royalty betaking an
ensigns way of lechery
to those of lower 
chaste, welcoming a 
jarrago of arousal,
silence. . . mischievous
silence, hastened only
by a King made bitter.
For his son's charm
and admiration, he
would pronounce his 
demand for respect.
For surest upkeep his
pride and majesty, 
an undertaking of 
bane, as the waves 
of splendor, owe.


Details | I do not know? | |

Couch Sleeper

He eats
Never pays
He sleeps
Never pays
Life is good on his side of the boat
He speaks 
Pays no phone bill
He bathes 
Buys no soap
Smells good
Buys no colonge
Calls the place he lays his head home
Never thanks anyone for what he given
In his mind it's owed for being born
He leaves many people scorn
Relationships torn 
First to eat and last to clean
A bully
Future jailburg
NO ONE SHOULD GET A FREE RIDE!


Details | Epic | |

A Mandrake's Gesture vol. XI

III.
The months that
followed, contend
no mightier Phoenix.
For upon her last 
leg of pregnancy, 
her love revisited.

"Geinere. . . my beloved,
how these happenings
of such blasphemy,
for your acts, surely
the inferno from
the north.
"I cannot allow this 
dishonor and shame
any longer.
To you Alarumdives
the truth be spoken."
"I will listen to your
words with loyalty
and consternation, if you
will."
"My Prince. . . my dearest
Prince, the tragedy I 
am about to share,
with much guile.
For it was upon the 
night of our proclamation
and embrace of marriage
that the poisons
did intrude my womb."
"Geinere, I do not 
understand, for 
our courtship
was of much
duration, that day
of proclamation filled
with much awe and celebration."
"Alarumdives. . . your father. . . ."
"Yes, Geinere, I know
he did not approve, 
for his heritage and
traditions, this
vow, yours and mine,
a bit trite."
"Alarumdives, upon
entrance into the 
King's quarters, 
the gift of welfare, 
a violation of my purity,
my virginity was taken."

Tears now, streaming. . .

"Geinere, your words
striking me like 
the intensest  of 
swords, how can you
accuse?"
"My Prince, our love 
lost now, be it true,
or false, my words.
I understand your 
unwillingness to 
believe in thy,
but please, if at no
cost to your pride
and this kingdom's, 
please grant me freedom, 
may the Gods answer 
my prayers."
"Geinere. . .  I will
grant you your freedom,
but I cannot be 
with thee.  For this 
tragedy of doubt."
"Alarumdives, surely
a redemption, I
proclaim my sovereignty
from your father's malice,
a cowardice of reason."
"Geinere, my love for
you has not faultered,
though these circumstances
of such, I cannot fathom.
The truth I seek in you,
patience and faith,
reverence be."
"This tragedy there upon us,
may you bestow upon me 
any bit of pride, this
endurance of humiliation
I cannot, please. . .
Alarumdives, your 
worthiness, your chivalry,
I am so lost, an explanation
for this disgraceful act, 
Nero."


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London 1647

Like the mediaeval skirmish, defeat with stale dismay
Adjacent to every dwelling the silent donor plague;
Masquerades of scarlet doom as those who pass away
Unhygienic circumstance with umpteen reasons vague.

Black Death buboes mystery and evil stench of sewage,
Overcome in mammoth form an infestation magnitude
A maze of sedimentary canals, full to brim in carnage
Reared bubonic wilt of life, description misconstrued.

Queasy whiff from rotten flesh, riddled scourge of fleas
Dejected mass oblivious did every suburb town;
Sodden paths were warily like red light district sleaze
Opening cracks to insult what this suffereing put down.

Gradual was the ambush, a pungent trough of mess 
Undisturbed was litter strewn to marinade as broth
Sludge and silt defied the tilt and wasn't getting less,
Darkened skies were charcoal grey, depicted every cough.

Stand pipes caused an arbitary membrane miles long,
Scavenged crust of leaking rot was London's crumpled city
Death prepared ones destiny to which whose dare belong
Disease was one priority, the other? That's a pity!

Expertly did a crafted sway! Enactment to the bold
Manifold a peoples ploy to disinfectant everywhere
Found conclusive rations, much was burned to scold,
Sanitised a rat free zone to dormant sleep somewhere.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sept. 11

As an ordinary day turned into tragedy,
And ordinary men into heroes,
Our security was shattered.
Wives became widows, and children were orphaned.
Restlessness turned to anguish, which turned to aggression.
And, hatred breeding hatred, 
A chain of violence emerged throughout the country.
One by one, link upon link, it increased, and kept growing. 
Until…. one day….. the reaction ceased.
A link was missing.
This single link gave rise to a new chain,
Which was created by those who didn’t see a skin color as the enemy, 
but as the grieving citizen.
And it was strengthened by those who looked passed race, religion, and gender to help a fellow neighbor.
Though our blessed new chain is progressing, 
It is fragile and delicate, therefore,
We must proceed with caution.
For the first chain is still intact and lies dormant, 
Waiting for the next disastrous chain reaction to add to its force.
If we keep this destruction at bay, maybe…..over time…
Our chain will reach beyond these shores.


Details | Free verse | |

Cruel

The deer crosses in front of me,
Coyote right behind,
Sadness abounds,
Such is,
Life.


Details | Lyric | |

Envy

I envy her,
Her beautiful tan face,
Her sharp, white smile,
Her wonderfully shaped body,
Hey shy, but outgoing personality,
Her good, caring friends,
Her laugh that sends a chill down my spine,
Her heart, so big and filled with memories,
Her loving, blue eyes,
But most of all,
I envy how much they love her,
They all love her,
I envy her.


Details | Epic | |

A Mandrake's Gesture vol. IV

Yes, there were certain
majesties, which
in all regards are 
to be expected.
For upon the engagements
of husband and wife,
Prince and Princess,
to marry, there is 
an exaltation, thought
the King guilefully.
As his snickered brow
advanced the courtyard's 
jester, feelings of such
gay undertakings flickered.
Prince Alarumdives, pray
due, rose to the 
occasion, for the unseen
essence of Typhon
present, the crowd 
gathered in celebration.
The announcement of 
marriage and its unition 
of peasant maiden to royalty,
the ferocious feast 
of joy.  Geinere
so happily embraced 
her handsome prince,
the happiness of occasion
now unhoused.  Wine
and spirits for many,
the festive event ushered 
well far into the 
late eve.  
As the night matured
the King blew pompous, 
his dirty torch, 
a request desired
upon the scattering 
leets, close dilations,
wary now, for there
were humors of 
closed quarters.
Ill thoughts befell
the King, for maiden,
selfish desires,
crusadoes.

"Dear Geinere, a 
moment. . . jealousy!"  
The king spoke.
"Yes, sire pardon?"
"Firstly, most dear, 
your love for our
Prince, be it subtle,
erasing the inscriptions
of royalty, not taken."
"My love so true, for our 
beloved Gods one in 
communion, here or 
hence.  Pray due 
your acceptance,
for not, pride your
welfare, which I 
grossly offer it."
"Behold!
Though a gracious 
ward, admiration I 
do embrace, for you 
a gift of repentance,
may the spirits of
this eve, bate me,
as I am dishonest."
"Nicely, my merry
King, I am better 
pleased now this 
new fashion."
"Very well, Geinere,
to my quarters,
parry this precious 
gift of offering."
"My lord, I am 
indebted happily."
"Follow my deliberation."
- - - - 
The King's Quarters
- - - -
Upon entrance, the 
chambers of the loyal
King, made dusty, the 
air murky, cold with
evil and its hushing 
silences.  The royalty
ushered a bickering
lear upholding its 
mighty charter.

"A baffle, rising Queen,
for cozening upon the
vizards of this unlawful
masquerade.  For our
differences made certain
upon this eve, 
I will find your 
worthiness to become heir,
faulted," the King rang
out like the blazening 
fires of the Seraphic 
order.  


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The Carver

What lies beneath the crooked bridge,
Some say it is nothing but the wind,
Others know it is not, 
They are the ones that have been skinned.
Yes the wind does howl,
With a noise so intense, 
Like a freight trains whistle,
So very immense.
They say don’t venture,
Around the bridge at night,
Or you might meet the carver,
When the moon so bright.
No one living has seen him,
No one living knows what he does,
As only bones are left so grim,
To tell the story of what once was.
You have heard of the headless horseman,
Such a sweetheart  that he was,
For the carver, a crafty swordsman,
Carves ever so slowly, never any flaws.
Many traps have been set,
Many sleepless nights waiting,
Many wives do fret,
No use debating.
For he must be caught,
Too many missing,
Everyone distraught,
No dogs barking.
So when you visit,
Our crooked bridge,
You cannot miss it,
Down in the village.
Don’t hesitate at night,
Listen to the wind,
If something not right,
A pleasure it has been.


Details | Epic | |

Lucifer There

As night meandered, 
a deceitful descent, 
a sparrow's cry did beckon,
the dark perils, of yet 
another mysterious presidio,
of intrigue and macabre phantasm.
There,
amongst the massacring 
twilight, an omen of morbid
sensation and forbidden temptations.
The squalls of envy and hate, 
malice and its leviathan 
of undertow.
The burdens of 
crucifixios and despair's
hearkening victory through
resurrection, Lucifer
there,
the inferno of seraphic spiral.
As oceans of blood, at 
midnight billowed, like
a blossoming of melancholic
roses, 
there, 
amidst this unfathomable abyss,
a wary passion lived.
There,
a lost soul,
explored.
The vessel in search. . .
of desire, fulfillment,
an embrace into
nothingness.
Truth. . . 
truth left,
feeling empty.  
Enthralled
within a scarlet setting,
nostalgic
waves pulsed,
collapsed,
tears then.
There was no emotion,
there,
remorse crept
along a distant shore.
Tears again. . .
a withering sun,
phantasmagoria's rhetoric,
and nothing more.
Jaded silhouettes,
now,
within and without,
this desolate setting,
there,
lost, 
meandering,
time. . .
stops.  Death,
stirs an ocean,
swells erupt.
The masquerades
of madness, 
left to ponder.
Death approached me again,
was I already dead?
As I lay, 
there, 
unconscious. . .
awakening then,
a renewal of 
my fascination,
with Death.


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Untitled

i do not listen to love songs
nor do i watch romantic drama that much these days
'cuz they drive me insane
forcing me to relive the darkest days of my life
i've been through some drama
that i wish i had a heart made of plastic
in my real world
a poor folk cannot be given much affection
i wanna make things right
but i just feel like 
i can't afford to go through
what i went through that friday night


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A Gray Dawn

The darkness befalls on us
Leaving us blind to our awaiting fate

Climbing on the bodies of my brothers and sisters
We were the dogs of war
To honor ourselves and country

Each night rains of metal pierce flesh
Screams of anger and agony can be heard
The soil drenched with the blood of our friends and enemies
Flashes of fake suns burn the soiled ground

There is no safety in these trenches
No safety in our faith
No safety anywhere anymore

Days and night pass by
Smaller our family becomes
We carry the tags of fallen
Keeping their souls alive

Our cause has began to fade
But our will is always strong

On the horizon the first rays of red-orange light break through
We see the horror that the twilight hides

The skies and earth burnt by the fake suns
The rivers and oceans red with blood

This is war's true face.


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Nothingness

The geminy they were,
heresy to have,
their love. . .
A lifter stand to
why we reckon?
As corse sodden
as the golden maiden
of Spain.  Nothingness.
The thieves,
though they frighten,
A veniable abandonment.
It meant nothing,
Key lime pie, warm
apple butter, love 
and its creation. . .
and its muster.
A nonage of 
retired conceit.

Beauty. . . what is beauty
these days.  And 
for whom to cherish?
For the daring, its crusade.
Enchanting the epic of time,
a mythological revelry.
Poetry that will open the 
periapts of wisdom, intellect, and charisma. . .
are like portents of man.  El Dorado.

My conclusion. . .
As Jesus ascended to the heavens,
dying for our untimely sins,
retribution, virtue, and the essence 
of God.  Portrayed as galliantly
as phosphorescent treasure.
His love, his being, his conception
and sacrifice for our brotherhood 
of man, to cherish and embody for eons.
Throughout spent lifetimes of shared
rumination, rebirth, annointment,
and the essence of the divine.
Here to now, everafter!


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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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Immortality (Scenes from Above)

May you close your eyes in advance 
Before Lucifer captures your soul 
In our saviors final dance 
Alexander the Great 
Commander of the darkest fate
Sheathe all swords! 
What is it my lord
You have captured me at my weakest point 
I want what these dead seekers don't 
I see an empire, a nation 
Nothing higher than inflation 
I Julius Caesar hold freedom in a tear 
My hopes and dreams are what everyman fear
In the presence of tragedy 
You will love me 
In a tub of petals 
The gods will rub me
I am all but immortal 
See the shadows of jealousy 
And ever so often, I walk toward her 
Lust caught up in mislead trust 
Even holy sinners bite the dust
John Proctor’s Crucifixion 
A slain soldier’s prediction
So content with death 
That you wouldn't give a piece for what's left
When all realms are expired 
We come to a cease fire 
When the pictures fade and legends die 
Imagine if generals could cry 
Adore fate so rudely 
And leave as yours truly 
You shall remember me 
The curse of September, but let it be
May you close your eyes in advance 
Before Lucifer captures your soul 
In our saviors final dance


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The Elephants

Across the grasslands they move so slow
Gentle giants, strong enough to kill with just one blow

Yet, compassionate enough to cry
As one of their fallen is about to die

Shot illegally for an ivory prize
The pain shows in his big eyes

The elephants gather to mourn their loss
The leader of their pack dead among the grass and moss

Days later they restart their journey across the plains
Through the blinding sunshine and the torrential rains

A widow, a baby, a mother, all left alone
For only a treasure of white bone

Months and months go by
When, all of a sudden the widow cries

The elephants have traveled back
To the scene of the savage attack

Before them lie their leader’s bones
Among the dirt and insects, all alone

With their massive trunks, the bones they feel
Hoping that this will help them heal


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America's Freedom Call!

Terrorist's hide behind many a foreign
wall,Ignoring America's Freedom like call!
These military Americans are giving up
many a life,Sometimes leaving behind
children and a wife! Tears,as glistened
down moistened cheeks,that are red,
For loved one's sacrificed,unselfish are
dead!Red,white,and blue,are draped on
silent,somber coffins,For there are many
saddened empty hearts,followed as oftened!
Families,are encased in the abuses of war,
Families,are trapped with memories of
heart-aches,so sore!Rebuilding and peace
should be in store,Hopefully negating this
horrible war!This demon like death,spread
out in Iraq,Should not have to keep
America and their allies,on the defensive
attack!


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Hoping, Praying, Dying for Attention

Through the loneliness and despair I here the cries,
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.
With diminished light and transparent fears I continue to walk,
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.
My shadow is consuming the last of my dignity, ending my strength,
Hoping, praying, dying for attention

Tho' all seems lost, with no where to turn,
yet I hope, pray, die for attention.
Picked from the rubble, washed from the ashes, shaken from all filth.
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.

Do you see me now?
Can you hear my cry?
Do you feel my emotion?
Have you not noticed me before?

Man kind - The human race.
Beaten and forgotten by those who fail their own. 
Yet I hope, 
I pray, 
I'm dying for for attention.


Details | I do not know? | |

tears

In a land of make belive,
a place whare I can hide,
where reality seems so far away.
just like these tears i've cried.


Details | Epic | |

War Archaic

On scribbled parchment, sanguine letters writ in blood
Of hidden tales, broken pages smeared with mud
An unknown soldier, his blood he lie
With glint of sword, his death is nigh
A scar on the body, an ache in the heart
Blades in the dark, cut his chest apart
In his sorrow, with his dying breath
He called to his dearest Elizabeth
For never again would he see her face
‘Twould be here he died, this abysmal place
The war had begun, some fifty years hence
This soldier unknown fought for a sixpence
His gentle soul ripped by the horrible conflict
That artists of the gilded age could never quite depict
On the field of valor, were armies a’massing
‘Twas nought but bodies as sign of their passing
The head of the line led a cavalry charge
As arrows shot past, betwixt shield and targe
With iron-forged pikes upwardly thrust
To satisfy the wicked Gods’ bloodlust
Cries in anguish rang out cold as steel
Sheering flesh from bone, with fanatic zeal
With each death, came a tear fell from Heaven
The forgotten soldier, unidentified number eleven
Which side won the battle could not be told
Such death and carnage, history alone could be so cold
Through passage of time and the set of the sun
Came the dawn of a new age, the era of the gun
A weapon of such power that no armor can shield
That strikes such fear that the courageous yield
Could the forgotten soldier have known this to pass
How could he foresee land mines and poison gas
This is what we make of the cause he died for
To repeat the same mistakes, to continue his war
With a whimper or a scream, how does Humanity end
An unjust war on the horizon, on you it will depend...


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Life is what you make it

My wold is spinning, I don't know if it will stop
When did it start?
I ask myself, If I feel okay
My life feel like it's a skip and a hop
Now my life is like boring art, dark and blue
I wake up thanking "God" everyday
My heart hurts, it's felled with pain
Every time I think about my life being bad
Then my life gets more and more sad
It's getting worse
By the day
By the min
Know matter what you say
This is how I feel anyway!


Details | Free verse | |

The Kiss

It was a staggering night. 
A bruised but honorable knight
An empire at its height
An entrapped and bloody victim
Just more real life, not a sitcom 
It was the passing of a great king 
The mourning as the choir sings 
In memory the bells ring
The kings daughter, makes her way to the alter 
Begrudged peasants stand in "Wow!" 
Noble knights fall on bending knees "How!" 
The arena is packed
In cages body parts are racked 
Nightmares circle the stage
No specific date, time, or age 
Emotions flow
On the ground lands a crow 
If hatred fills the room
Then love brings a satisfying doom 
The spirits of many men rise
Never knowing the enemy lies in disguise 
If an ambush were being prepared
Then broken hearts were being compared 
Dubbed by a sword, but only serving one lord 
Peasants rally, too many for one to tally
The river flows strong 
Revenge awaited to long 
As outsiders charged the gates
Every soldier puts a hand their sword
As if fate were to show up late
In a moment of silence 
Before the commotion of violence 
The princess closed her fathers eyes
As war was to come before the sun were to rise
She turns to every soldier
With no man looking over his shoulder 
Grabs a shield and prepares for the battlefield 
But as she draws her sword, she blows a kiss
A wish that no man could miss


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NEW AGE

All that is living,
What once was strong
Has now all faded
Their days come and gone
The trees that once stood proud
Now appear so weak
The crystal clear waters,
Now so dingy and meek
An eagle soars by
Through the icy wind
Letting out a mighty cry
As if time has passed again
The sound gives to some
Hope and purpose
For the dawn of a new age
Has now begun


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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...


Details | Free verse | |

Sadness In Goodbyes (from Scenes from Above)

Me and you, you and I 
It's okay to cry
Can't nothing take the sadness from goodbyes 
Me and you, you and I 
At times we dream upon mystery's in the sky 
Something Epic about the history of you and I 
And when it seems it ain't getting no better 
On comes the stormy weather 
Money, lust, and us got me loving hell's paradise 
Prenups, divorce, and courts 
Got me second guessing marrying twice 
And I won't be here forever 
If it should ever rain where hope can't measure 
White doves, best friends push and shove 
Scenes from above 
Disaster and triumph 
Nothing better to try from 
Death is awarded, truth is chosen 
Just consider the obstacles your opposing 
Consume the bad nights 
Overcome the sad fights 
You whelped and you whelped 
I smiled for the happiness we kept 
Me and you, you and I 
It's okay to cry 
Can't nothing take the sadness from goodbyes


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Tormented

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


Details | Lyric | |

A Game with Death

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


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Loser

The loser,
The one who’s not the greatest chooser.
I’m not proud of the things I’ve done.
It seems the drugs have already won.
When it comes to escapes I have none.
They don’t think I’ve tried.
The truth is I tried so hard
I almost died.
It never used to be this way,
Drugging just to get thru the day.
I was a strait A student,
I never got in trouble,
And never missed a day.
No one knew what happened along the way.
I never got any thing I didn’t fight for.
I guess I was easy to ignore.
I was the one left out.
No one knew what I was truly about.
I tried to tell
But I was still left in hell.
Then the one person who heard died,
My mom, and I never got to say good-bye.
Right after I was kicked out the door.
Now I’m a drugged induced whore.
When I look in the mirror to see who standing in my place
I’m gone without a trace.
The loser,
A kid who fell off the right track
Unable to find her way back.
Theirs others like me.
They just hide it so you can’t see.
I wish I could quit and be free.
I’m reaching out to you,
But I’m a loser so your already threw.
I would like to do so many things,
But theirs a punishment that my life brings.
I live in pain everyday,
Making myself pay.
It’s too late to set things strait.
Living on the edge has landed me in a wedge.
No one sees this is what the world wanted me to be.
After where I’ve been,
I am forced to exist in a world I couldn’t live in


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What you want of me

You date me
You want me to get high
I didn’t high I didn’t felt for that 
I lie to you
I say that “I love you”
Went I didn’t mean it
I say “I want you”
When I want you to get out off my face 
Every time I say to you “ I was thinking of you” 
I though of my exboyfriend 
When I kiss you it didn’t mean anything to me 
Is like I kiss the wall 
You want to mate just for your sake 
You want to make love to me just for fun
I want you to get of my bed and of my face.


Details | Sonnet | |

Vision of Juliet

Her love was now gone, to death, departed
So young, so innocent, why must he go
It was their lives, she thought they had started
But, now buried, under deaths winter snow

It was their plan, the priest, he was certain
Had given a vile for her to then drink
To awaken, to see him, t’was their plan
Alas, he lies there, with never a wink

Oh pain! This could not have really happened
His blood on the ground with sword by his side
If only it went just as they had planned
She holds him now close while starting to cry

Her life, she then takes. No living without
Tale of true love, is what this is about


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The Crime

Shadows are casting down from the streetlights above
As she wanders, tight skirt, to and fro, along the street.
Her name, well it is different daily, but at birth was Helen.
She is one of the loveliest people you’d ever want to meet.

Her chosen field, well that is a field of night promises and cash,
She is great at her trade, a real diamond in the rough.
She really is quiet and shy, but she so needs to make money.
As a result of necessity, she has became quite territorial and tough.

At home, three children await her, that call her mommy.
Little Jessica, just 3, always gives her a welcoming hug.
Young Tom, now 12 but growing, stands as the man of the house
And on her skirt, 6 year old Rebecca, gives her a tug.

She protects them and keeps them away from her reality.
Providing for them was ever only her greatest concern.
After he left them stranded and in need of money to live
She had no other choices, no other places to turn.

Her days on the street, she promised herself, would be few.
However, one day into another, her days became years.
The money is good, the children are fed and dressed well,
But during her tricks, she tries to hold back her tears.

A future she provides for her children’s tomorrow.
A sacrifice she reluctantly made from the start.
To be doing something else, anything, whatever,
And to still have her children, would put joy in her heart.

The days they all ended when the judge banged the gavel.
The mother she thought she was, is now doing time.
Her children, they pay now, for all of her bad choices,
Into the system, they went. Now that is the crime!


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King Dread the Manequinne

Manic.  I am.  never soo happy.  more or less sad.  All my dreams have 
shattered.  Every piece of life a lie.  I let you dress me in labels.  I feel the things 
that you never did.  My descent is slowly down the spiral.  My emotions play me 
the fool.  Sometimes its hard to think.  Memories soo loudly vibrant.  Never soo 
sad.  then yesterday.  Manic.  you are.  sometimes like me.  dressed up by 
others.  wearing emotions that others can see.  Constantly looking for a play on 
words.  Searching for subtle meanings in this confusing existence.  prayers 
spelling the pathetic fallacies around me.  irritated by the presence of others.  
cloud shaped images crawl away.  Tomorrow will be better.  Kin of yesterday.  
presently passing.  Manic


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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 | Personification | |

THE LORD'S PRAYER

The Almighty Tree of  ancient origin,
You are rooted in the shrine of Deity
And today in your  shrine are these sheep I offer thee
And as for the goats, 
They are outside there.
Just beside you is the broody Hen
And over there, a  dozen eggs.

Puff a little smoke Oh my Lord,
And  let the foe feels the coca.

When my Skull begins to roll,
And the crow upon my soul,
Then the Saints go marching in.

But when the Owl surrounds the throne,
And the Claws begin to roar,
To thee I bow Oh helpless Sky,
And to thee I bow my  helpless Sky.

Remember me Oh remember me
When the  Birds begin to ring,
And the beads surround thy waist
Like a Giant but faceless Ant.

Plenty Cola-nuts I promise thee
And thy favorite till thy Kingdom come.

Freedom and  Justice Oh my dear Lord,
And if possible, Eternal Life.


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I waited for you

  There you were looking at me, So sure that I would never leave.
  You had that type of control and I craved for your energy.
  Don't you get it you idiot I wanted to be with you.
  Not a day went by where the constellations in the sky 
  wouldn't shine wouldn't mind that I was so deep in love
  I would cry when you were gone. I wanted this to be 
  something special. All you ever gave me was hurt and
  pleasure. Look what you've done, you've finally won
  got me contradicting how I really feel. You wish
  me bruised. A cut never sooth and now here I am 
  again waiting for. Honestly tell me how this could
  be. The skies are falling and I would still be here.
  You hurt me you did, you shut me and locked the door.
  I waited for you and you never even bothered to show up.
  How could you do this to me? When I was the one you needed? 
  How could you, I waited for you and wipe that conceited smile
  off your face before I die. You wanted me to be in love, you 
  wanted me to drink you to the last drop. You wanted me hooked
  again. I saw it in your eyes the red from the drugs you been
  taking and still I waited for. Still I stayed with you. Some
  time when I go away I will realize that you weren't in disguise.
  You weren't my perfect boy toy. You didn't need me. You could
  breath without me. I guess I was too blind to see the tears 
  you didn't cry for me. All alone sitting on a bench waiting
  for you to come out. I looked for you... I waited in the storm.
  I searched everywhere and then as I was about to give up I turned
  back around and saw you getting off the train I started to smile
  but then she rapped her around you and I fell. I waited for you.
  I ran down the road and now the story continues with my addiction
  to painful love I can't believe you did this to me. This isn't some 
  regular love story. I closed my eyes and said good night I waited 
  for you I thought as tears rolled down my eyes.


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Made Of Misery

Shuffling along
with the rest of the herd,
noticing the nuances
of the livestock,
slowly feeling 
the numbing pulse,
       shake through my body,
twisting my soul
to match the cull.

It almost
    slips past
         my senses,
the slow.
       draining
             of my.....self,
but I do catch it
and release my horde
from my abyss.
Scorching the landscape
back to the ash encrusted ravines
       and jagged,
               crumbling cliffs
that fit
         my troops.

Misery is
leading my minions
on the siege of this
          blissful mosaic,
scattering the enemy forces,
like pigeons on the sidewalk
as a child runs through
their flock.

The skies are splattered
with blood,
as the orangeness of
desolation sets in.
Then as the scene
reaches epic beauty,
a casym splits my battlefield,
like a black bolt of lightening
running across the ground,
festering with unrefuted dispair,
causing a shockwave
                        of immobility
to pass through both ranks,
turning the battleground
into a garden of terracotta
soldiers.

Some shatter,
like a ceramic vase,
as the dispair settles
back into the earth,
leaving my castle,
              under reconstruction,
untouched.
For the brick of depression
I've used to rebuild my walls
are impenetrable to the likes 
                       of this.


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The Devil Inside

Endless nights;
when the sun never rises
and your mind never wakes.
I pace the earth, waiting and waiting.
There will come a time
when we meet face to face,
slave to master, soul to soul
and I will take that which is already mine.
Since the beginning of time
you have been my slave
and you have done my bidding
and you have done my work.
While I pace and await your presence
I have to laugh.
For you are me and will always be
and I, I will be a distant dream.