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When the Flowers of Youth Fell

When the Flowers of Youth Fell

Winter stayed late that year
courting Spring with a fury.
Beautiful gifts of snow
and dazzling ice, he gave her.
It was during such courtship
I found myself lost -- adrift
in a place that once was ....
decades from this century.

Where mud and blood held hands
beneath duty and honour
and kindred flowers fell
to sounds of bugle and drum.

Smoke arose through Spring's tears.
Images of Blue and Grey
pilfered my breath as cannons 
rained thunder upon the brave.

How was this happening?
This was not where I belonged!
My time was not this place
and I wanted to go home.
Where Winter courted Spring
and snowmen fell -- not flowers --
upon the muddy ground
as snow reigned upon the brave.

The smell of gun powder
danced about my head and nose
like spirits for the faint --
arousing life ... far from home. 
"Get down! Get down! Get down!"
The half-crazed voice plunged me 
into the mud and blood
and I lay frozen in fear
beneath his weight ... and the cold. 
So cold, no hearts were beating, 
no breaths were being drawn, 
just the smell of sweat and blood.
The smell of rain and death.

Clutched tightly in his pale fist 
a tattered blood-stained note
bore the words, "Please ... for
mama ...."      
I tried but could not scream. 
And, I felt daylight passing ....

As shadows took the brave,
Winter's folly tamed sweet Spring
with final coats of snow ....
and snowmen fell -- not flowers. 

Deborah Burch

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In the Dark of the Strand

Marquees bright, and neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
We're holding hands, we're in 'The Strand', red velvet carpets guide us in

Popcorn smokes, .. drinking cokes,...  cracking jokes with Bing and Hope
Lamour's along, in her sarong,... With luscious lips, and cigarettes, 
She fills ashtrays with smoking tips, and tosses guys like poker chips

         'Movietone'  intrudes with news, which puts us in somber mood
         Third-Reich goosesteps  march again,  ... an evil presence in the wind...

Cary Grant , (a news reporter),  loves his girl, and his typewriter
"His Girl Friday", plot is witty, sometimes crazy.  But Cary loves this ditzy lady.... 

William Powell and Mryna Loy..., Asta barks, and finds a toy, ...a ploy? a clue?,.... earring gold.  The mystery is clearly solved.--  A crimson sun, is rising cold!

        Movietone in black and white,... graphic scenes, where soldiers die

Another night, suspense on chart.  'Correspondent' ,  Joel McCrea. 
Saves Lorraine, and claims the Day.  BUY WAR BONDs !! They'll pave the way

Bogart, Bergman bring to light, a valiant flght , within their grasp
Airline ticket, in her hand, they must part, and do what's right, no questions asked


          It's movie night, but you aren't here, a troopship took you far from here
           Allied troops are moving tanks.  I wait for you..God give me strength

       I'm in the Strand, within the dark,  there's no one here to hold my hand

       I'm all alone...........I heard the news....................You left it all in Anzio

For Contest Chopped III Sponsored by Craig Cornish

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9 11

                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 

            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~


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Crying In Whisper

In my country,
Seeing smoky sky
Is nothing,
But Killing kids kills
Me everyday, every minute
Every second,
No matter with
Thundering bullets
Or lightening rockets;
It is being our daily habit
No more choices:
To die or but to die
Silently without even a whispered Cry,
Or a small bit of a registered grave;
It is happening now just in my country!

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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,

I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard the tales of terror, from others who became my friends.
And I have walked with a dark skinned woman of their tribe.
We walked in the beauty of her courage, together. Tearless. 
Tearless we both were as she spoke, for tears, only gods could cry for her.
I am a Red Skin dog.
And yet we walked together and we talked – together, fearless,
I and this swaying ebony sapling, sprung from the roots of my foes tribe.
We talked of the pitiless reality of that life she left behind, of that time
That she has left, far, far behind, like a useless scar
That has toughened over. And made her stronger. 
I learned from this daughter of my foes
That true courage is never fearless, but always stronger. Victorious,
Stronger she was by far, to this Red Skin dog
Than the thousand sons who died, in her honor. So they say. Ridiculous,
But I have heard the balance of their sins.
And for all the tales I have heard from those angry young men, and their vengeful fathers
Her horror was a thousand times more sinister. A thousand times more callous.
Horror took up residence in her home but never in her heart.
But for others, I cannot speak.
“…splinters and bursting fragments…in my mind
Ai! Tearing! Memory of tearing flesh, swallowing tears and mucus, blood and bile
…bruising and ripping garments…off my body
…filthy, familiar hands tearing at my dress…
…my legs split and broken like a wild pig slaughter, my screams smashed from my lips,
With the butt of a rifle, just used to kill a Red Skin dog…
Aieee! Clean this floor mama, mop up this spew!
It cannot be mine!
This child is not mine!
It is not mine! It is the devils own creation born in hell fire!
Born in my death! 	
Aieee! I am dead, I cannot be alive. 
I am dead and the Red Skin dogs have eaten my corpse.
Those spirits in their wingless chariot flew over the land and sea, to rescue me?
Rescue me from that black devil who said he was like Jesus to me.
I thought you were my uncle-brother…
Who else could have found us here?
Hidden away from the Red Skins and their Wingless Angels.
Only you my uncle-brother
Only you could have found us
Only you could have killed us.
And now the progeny of your evil deed suckles at my breasts
As I lie dead in the home of those Red Skin dogs you fought.”

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Where Fools Rush In

This is where I come to cry....
I hold my breath, my mouth is dry
with dreadful words too hard to tell

This is where I come to kneel
The grave where flesh and stone and steel
lie fused as one
A shrine to mourn and shed our tears
and pray for peace
to One who holds the earth in place

The sound of pain blows in the wind
I lift my eyes up high, to Him
and, there I see where dark wings flew
We did not know the world would fall 
It came to pass where there is hate 
we learned too late to change the end

The smoke will drift as new winds blow
Where does it go, those waves of war?

No one knows ....the time, ..the place, or when, 
but it will come, and that is sure
once more with shores to seek and scores to keep
 ....and then, and then, and then, ....
more will weep!...Will it be here... will it be there? 
Will it remain, on far off shores?
Or at our door?
War for them, and war for us, and one by one, and on and on, it goes and goes 

The rush of wind to win the race, of war and pain.
And war remains to gust again.  Again rain more tears

How will it end...?   The end of man...?  Is that our fate...?

Bow down the heart, for man has made a rule of war
Bow down the heart, for man has made us fools for war
Will sun and moon and stars look down, and look for proof ...
                                                               of why the world went  ......poof ?  


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Not too cold yet

The season's first snow
fell today
just a dusting but enough 
to excite. 
The kids and dogs
dashed about 
delighting in the 
new found flakes, 
cold but 
not too cold yet.

On the other side 
of the world 
the day's first drones 
struck  today.
The kids and dogs.
dashed about 
but no one 
was delighted;
the dead 
cold but
not too cold yet.

Revised 9/8/2014; first written soon after 11/09/2001. I changed a specific county to 'the other side of the world' and 'missiles' to 'drones', but not much else has changed.

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The Veteran

I speak and no words are heard
I cry and silent teardrops fall
war in the air around me
leaves me nothing, nothing at all.

Crimson droplets in the path I've walked
blood red to passers by
blue skies filled with ash and smoke
remnants of another time.
War has been Satan's companion
his right hand man in a pinch 
nightmares of a distant shoreline
when will all this fighting end?
Guilty, by intent or ignorance
what difference does it make
someone must clean up the mess,
the eyeballs, arms and legs.

I speak and no words are heard
I cry and silent teardrops fall
peace is all i pray for
peace and nothing more at all.

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Write of Love

I never thought I'd miss the clickety-clack, 
like a tap dancing minstrel, hour on hour
the carriage would incessantly slide,
only to pause for a cigarette and more
         thoughtful inspiration,
as smoke ribboned you would write again
in its foggy veil and I would nod off
leaving you - a misty aberration.
I cherish that now, and the earring
in my breast pocket, golden, like your memory
and my promise to return it to you
will be kept, no matter.
Your novels used to be of love,
of plane tickets to romantic beaches,
instead, you write now of beaches
where young men die and lovers cry.
My strength lies in your embrace  
and thoughts that still hold you.
Be safe, and write of love once more.

Inspired by those separated by WWII, their sacrifice  and the brothers and sisters that are now joining those that they lost so young, so many years ago. 

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There is Nothing to Say About It

There is Nothing to Say About It

There is nothing to say about it
No words to describe it at all  
There are no words at all to describe 
the mass slaughter of innocents,
the relentless malignant progressions of
the evil black-moving cloud of terminations,
the toxic metastasizing ooze of outright annihilations,
the blood-gurgling regurgitations, and
the blood-spurting decapitations.
There is nothing to say about it.
Nothing to say at all.
No words to describe 
the hopeless piercing cries of the infidels 
the whimpering terrified pleadings of the condemned
the silent gasping inhalations of the dying
There is nothing to say about it.
No words to describe it at all!
My heart at 62 years has not seen anything like this at all!
Never anything like this at all!
I have not seen this outrageous slaughter before at all!
There is nothing to say, except…
These are the days!
The days of this unkind hour; 
the days before the great onslaught!
Before this massive earthly descent to the lowest places,
the smelly dank places, 
the rotting miasma of the dead places.
There are no words to describe it!
There is nothing to say at all!


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The Black Dragon

So arid this desert....

   where the tumbleweeds blow,

   and the snake makes his nest;

   not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,

   and raise from dead things ---- life 

   with war and antiquity ----

The mummy cannot speak....

   but mumbles evil ----

   'Gold! Gold!'  

   ....'til it runs out.....

The 'long' arms of the law

   haven't even banged upon the devil's front gate;

   the 'laissez-faire' ----

Though the bombs drop like tear(drops)

   in the darkest corners of the world,

   to picnic on the first day of war,

   and gorge upon peace.....

Little Illuminati generals.....

   pawns for the great hog upon his throne;

   who has waged death upon the whole world,

   .....shadows deep (with sable scale)

   black dragon keeps his poised tail

   to crush the school of man;

To reverse the footprints of Christ,

   and the wisdom of Buddha,

   and the glorious faith of Mohamed ----

The churches are failing fast for the 'written' word,

   and not the fire in the heart;

   where God forged wisdom to all men,

And not the scroll which does not breathe,

   cannot see,

   cannot stop the bombs from dropping.....

For how can all the world preach peace ---- 

   with a pistol 'neath its thickest pillow?

Love has no cause to be afraid,

   to mistrust like a nervous wind,

   and blow accusations where it may..... 

What cannot be harmed has no need to attack,

   but sits upon the lap of faith,

   assured in its security ----

To build evolution on the lips of children,

   for their minds see wonder in God's creations

   and hope in the growing, 

   with little flowers in their soft thoughts.....

   and new whims in innocent joy;

We have learned to love what we once could not,

   ' White Swan Black Swan, ' clemency ----

   Equality.... but a nudge she claims the throne,

   a Queen most fair to sting the dark dragon eyes,

Where eternity shall not echo his name

   nor (all) the children tend his darkling tomb,

   for he peered too long into the eyes of the abyss,

   with one eye open.....

Sleep dragon! Sleep!

   death is upon thee like the night in thy armor!

   slip into the caverns of the deep,

   and be no more.....

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Be My Guarantee, Make Love to Me

Make love to me, baby
Cradle me
Soothe me
Pacify me
I have but you to chase them away
These demons I try to hold at bay
Tomorrow is not guaranteed
Nothing is real anyway
It's all a dream
Nothing will stay
It will all one day melt away
Why wait?
Let the melting begin
In this heat between you and me
…make me melt
In this fire
Make love to me

Nothing else but you in candle light
Nothing by your face above mine
Nothing but your hands all over me
Nothing but your scent clinging to me
Nothing but you
Make love to me

Make love to me
Oh, make it last and last
Eternity past forgotten
Eternity future
May never come
Eternity present is here
In this moment
Don’t rush
To your body...crush
Every other noise
But the panting of my heart
whispered moans
Your name bursting 
From trembling lips
Don’t let anything else
Take your mind away from me
The world doesn’t exist
the universe?
It's only lies 
It’s here
My universe in your eyes
Blazing comets of desire
Combusting into me
All that was ever meant to be
Will be
Make love to me

Close your ears
To these sounds of war
In this shelter
Be safe
Close your ears
To the deafening blasts
They won't last
We will
Forget the ground shaking
The world being torn apart
Tear off my clothes
Shake me
Let me quake
In the blast of your passion
Fill your ears with the sounds of me
Thundering ecstasy
Deafening heartbeats
My voice telling you….breathlessly
You are who you’re meant to be
A lover not a fighter
A lover of me
Make love to me

We may not live another week
Baby…not another day
Nothing is guaranteed
Just this hour
This moment of melding into one
Coming undone
Flesh on flesh reality
I close my eyes
And let myself go free
Who cares what becomes of me
Right now, right here
Paradise is sinking into me…
As you make love
As you make that sweet love
To ME...

Eileen Manassian

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A Hush Of Stars

He stood there in silence watching the light dim  
As she became his shadow on a mounding hill 
And suddenly the stars 
Hushed beneath the tarp 
Despite the bombs that Blew o’er land and sea

He heard the screech sound of a medical trolley  
As the pain came stark, her bow approached
He took to the scent of a starched apron hem      
And suddenly the stars 
Hushed beneath the tarp 
Despite the bombs that flew o’er land and sea 

He felt her cold fingers soothe his wounded arm 
As memories of home rained farther still with war 
He knelt before this beauty, like a deity to shrine 
And suddenly the stars 
Hushed beneath the tarp 
Despite the bombs that drove o’er land and sea 

He took his honorary medal and wore his uniform 
Steel propellers cut the sky, he groaned with a sigh 
He caught a tumbled tear from eyes of ice and fire 
And suddenly the stars 
Hushed in, why?   
Despite the war that grew o’er land and sea
A man gets to live, after leaving the infantry 

His memory survives despite the bombs that fly   
A Soldier aims for home with a Star he can’t deny  
Another day for her, at the 22nd Infantry Regiment 
Another wounded soul and she runs for the liniment 

The stars hush in the sky, and the angels rush in 
For when it comes to war, nobody is there to win 

Mystic Rose 
Contest: How To Make The Stars Hush 

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A Lamenting Mother:

 War has stolen my children,
War snatched my sweetest things, god’s given;
War robbed my children from being ‘hidden’
War demolished my tiniest hope,
War has made me a body without soul.
I’ve seen bullets killing my children,
I’ve heard babies cry,
It maims my soul the way babies die;
I have nowhere to fly.
War didn’t spare a single child,
Bombs fell on smiling babies,
Weapons snatched our babies from cradle,
Ignominious war sent them to grave.
I’ve seen atrocious appearance of war,
To raise my voice I dare,
I am solo face on crowd
You can’t kill us blasting bombs loud,
I will finally hold revenge’s sword,
I want to listen my baby’s shout.
Where are my bubbly chirpy children?
When shall this war end?
When will the toys get back their owner?
When shall they again play with dolls?
War has taken over one million children,
War has made moms bed-ridden,
War has turned off the way of life,
War owed everything to malice.
Why did war kill Zelena’s new born?
Why did it take away 5 yrs old Adnaan?
Regina’s little head struck by splinter
My heart is dead like cold winter.
I play with soft toys of my children,
I weep over their lost childhood
I kiss their tiny fur shoes,
I wash their colorful clothes 
To lessen my woes!!
I shake Sana’s round rattle,
I count days of battle
My lips get chapped,
My tears get dried,
But I never stop waiting,
For my little children to return,
War can’t rob our children,
It just robs the future citizens!! 

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An Angel in Disguise

and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit,  then
down among the throbbing roar, there 
stood a spectre, drenched in gore

when challenged, did he rant and rave, 
to find me in his abyss, his cave;
from whence he came I know not where,
for mine was but to answer, not enquire

then stripped I of his molten coat, in the
form of a goat, thinking was Beelzebub undone;
but to my great surprise, Apollyon it was, 
in masterly disguise

and seeing me now, Gabriel, in full light, he thrust his fiery 
sword to smite, the one God loves, (indeed tis me),
but I crushed his stink and broke off free

he turned and smite me yet again, the pain of death 
drove me insane; but lost the blow, in this great fore,
I called on my father for strength, four score; and I the
 "fallen angel", so to speak, plunged my sword into his beak

and when his black light came near no more, and threw his 
poison to the floor, to fight so thus, and give no quarter, was 
my want, his needful slaughter;

and now at twilights shimmering scar, of timid moonlight's
evil bar, the pit, when entered, carries no threat; for paid 
brave Gabriel,  Apollyon's debt.

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Teardrops In Paradise Protest Write II

We`re on our way
Visiting good old friends from Norway
Now living in Turkey
Its the smiling country

We got everything we need..and more so
Romantic evenings with candlelights on the table
Eating out everyday,and watching the perfect sunset
The scenery is beyond spectacular

Not so nice sceneries comes sneaking into my thoughts
TV news shows an infant,shot to death..right through her chest
Another infant penetrated by grenade splints,now laying dead on a table
Her father screams in pure anger,anxiety and endless grief
More than 200 innocent civilians found,sliced to death by the army
Schools..hospitals are being used as canon targets
Civilians being forced to walk infront of tanks..defenceless kids most of them
Just in case resistance groups should make any attempt to stop these heavily armed forces

They are used as living targets
All within the hour from a holiday paradise in Turkey

Tears are shed for you..brothers and sisters
Your life is bleeding out of you..but your spirit will fight `til the bitter end
How cruel..How unfair it all is in this world
My thoughts and prayers are with you Syria

April 4th 2012

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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. 

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Things Fall Apart

Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders  hardened the 
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which 
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue. 
Our agricultural and peaceful 
"green white green", they've turned to 
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.

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16 Years Of War

                         ~My True Story 16 Years Of War~

!6 years of living in fear every minute, 16 years living with barely 
any electricity,water, food,hurt from humiliation standing 
in line for hours to maybe obtain a loaf of bread for my children, 
some days due to lack of water, we would shower from the pouring 
rain on the roof,and for us that was a good day.
The fear of being stopped at a barrier from the militia, and if they 
decide to kill at the time, we would have been a good target, 
agonizing each day not knowing when a lost bomb would 
penetrate our roof tops,or bedrooms,running down for shelter 
at our neighbors first floor home,sometimes days in the same 
clothes no food,not even a drop of water,as we could not move 
from the hilarious shelling,bullets aimed at us the innocent who had 
nothing to do with politics and war.

We lived without once hearing a siren so we can run to the
shelter,nothing indicated where the shells will land,we had 
sometimes to cross the street to hide in our church,or other 
gatherings to escape the guerillas.

The only way to know if I can go to work and kids to 
university,was listen to the radio just to guess which way 
was safer to drive,many times over the years, bombs landed
not far from my car,had to leave and run underneath it
as a protection,my eldest son was once kidnapped for 3 days, 
once the banging on our door so loud, they came to take 
my children to fight with them, because they lacked 
men on the field.

Days I would arrive late to work due to the bombs.
My fear progressed as I was doomed and sensed disaster.
In summer we had no air condition due to no electricity,
in winter we had no heating,days we slept with our winter 
coats if we were not already in the shelter,16 years of war 
we slept awake.

My strength out of love to both my children,they graduated 
my eldest became an architect,and the youngest became a 
Had to send them away at a very early age,left alone with
my husband at the time. My duty was fulfilled when they 
both left. 

A happening that happened during that war,was my secret 
for years and years,I hid it,I kept it alive inside of me,not to 
allow anyone discover how I died and lived only because of 
my love towards my children,I was hiding for years,now only
something stirred deep in me,a voice,begging me to come
at peace within myself,is the only way to write it down,as 
enough is enough,no details,I will write,none to ask what,
why,when,who,only the rape happened,my spirit and soul
agonized,now I am a free woman.No more tears, no more

Today in a new country of freedom accepted me 25 years ago 
as a political refugee, I am very happy, my children are safe,
As we did survive 16 years of a major war in our country.

Freedom is so beautiful,feeling safe having showers,eating,
variety of food,getting a heater to remain warm,air condition 
during summer,driving with no fear,walking with a sense of
freedom,it took us a while to return to normal,
the truth became beautiful due to the transformation of our 
inner spirits,living in the depth of darkness for years took 
sometime to regroup our inner souls to run far from darkness
and live into the light again. Free At Last.

Therese Bacha
7 September 2014 
Contest for 

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From The Ashes of Auschwitz

Telepathic messages dancing in front of me
Energies left by thousands of freed souls
Their train stopped at Birkenau,Auschwitz
Sickening stench of burnt human flesh..
..lays heavy over the consentration camp
recognized even when the wind blew away from it

Like some new mountain range
They rise themself up from the ashes
Shaking the dust off..
The once deadly gaz has gone out
Cremation ashes has turned to cold leftovers
Nevertheless their spirits lives on
They`ll find their own way out
Out of the relentless Nazi camp

Into a world with pure freedom
No greed,hunger or merciless regimes
Nor any blasphemous,persecuting religions 
All humans raised above hate and inequality
2 million humans met their fates in Birkenau,Auschwitz
6 000 per day..some days twice as many
From the ashes of Auschwitz..
..comes a cry for us to learn from history

November 30th 2012

In memory of those arrested and sent to the Nazi consentration camps 70 years ago.
November 26th 1942, 530 Men,Women and Children were chased onboard the German 
ship "Donau",to meet their fate in Auschwitz,Birkenau.By the end of WWII a total of 759
Jews had been deported from Norway to Nazi concentration camps.Only 25 survived...

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Urgent Call for Love

 Urgent Call for Love

The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And meet the hungry jury in The Hague
The puppet is hanging by his last string
And the judgment day is sure to come
Forty thousand martyrs will be singing
As they join me in my urgent call for love.

The war machine is pregnant and is bloated.
Money births an icy, rigid son.
He grows up in the muck of all this madness,
It arms its addled brother with a gun.
In my world, war is not an option,
Let’s end the chaos with a silken glove
Murdered angels soar among the heavens
Please join me, in my urgent call for love.

I’d love to build a mass market dart board
With mug shots of the Senators and House
I’d load it on an App and shoot the darts off
With the quiet, perfect clicking of my mouse.
How can these servants bow before their master?
When Moses had already freed his tethered load?
Make them testify before the one judge
And answer to our urgent call for love

Some years ago a scholar lost his lectern
Because somebody stole my vote away
He spoke his truth in defense of climate
And was told let’s fix it later, not today
When the perfect storm came a calling
It blew our measured lives and hopes astray
 My Mother, here’s an olive branch and white dove
I surrender to the urgent call for love.

The pleading skies and rivers, they have warned us
Their voices rose to wail their tortured song
The veins of life, they have been all corrupted
And darkness has been blinding us in fog.
Insanity bathes in its make shift chambers
It soaks in a vile and filthy marble tub.
Please join in my call for our salvation,
I am humbled,   in my urgent call for love.

Brenda Atry 1/1/2013 copyright pending

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Shock and Awe, Coming Back Home

My friends come home draped in flags 
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...

I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
 Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil

There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...

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I'm Standing -(Anaphora)

I’m standing in the gap for children everywhere.
                 Wandering this world of sin and doesn’t have a prayer.

I’m standing in the gap for soldiers everywhere.
               Fighting an earthly war and dodging bullets everywhere.

I’m standing in the gap for the families that are lost
                                  So their souls will turn back to God 
                              and they will come boldly to the cross.
I’m standing in the gap for my sisters and my brothers.
                       We must stop this war of hatred 
                          And return to loving one another.

I’m standing in the gap for all of my fellow poets.
                  That your minds will be strengthened and
                          Your soul will be touched.

I’m standing in the gap for everyone who says pray for me.
                  I will intercede for you friends. No matter what the need.
               I will pray for your protection all through out the day.
             I will pray for your healing and the increasing of your faith.
           I will pray for guidance as you go from place to place.
          I will pray for His love, Mercy  and Peace be with you this very day.

I’m standing in the gap for Ezekiel 22:30 says..And I sought for a man 
                           Among them that , should make up the hedge, and 
          stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: 
                                                       but I found none.
I Am Standing In the Gap….

Patricia Monteiro this one is for you. Inspired from-Who will save the Children... 
Thank you....

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The Cold War

I am winter's nemesis.I fight it tooth and nail.
In my youth it declared a war on me.
When I licked that icy rail.
Winter has many weapons to choose from.
Fear not for so do I.
A call my shovel Excali-burrr
My Ranger has four wheel drive
But winter's arsenal is no laughing matter
Icicles sent to impale, and black ice is its deadly device
But the human spirit is not that frail

I am winter's nemesis, and though it muffles all sound
This war is raging with bitter disdain.
My driveway the battle ground
I shall not relinquish my parking spot
to your mindless rabble of flakes
So bow to me you wretched season
For I shall never tire. 
and my staunch ally will soon be spring
and together we will force a cease fire

For I am winter's nemesis
And these walls shall not be breached
Until my tour of duty is done
and I retire to Miami beach

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War of waves

 So deeply lost, in my ocean, 

and even deeper is my emotion.

 It drowns me slowely, in its waves,

relentless for its many graves.

 Fighting to stay above it all,

to tear down its wailing wall.

 My battle is on all sides,

as I swim life's never ending tides.

 Can I endure the rough storm,

engulfing my soul, in its form.

 My struggle is for all to see,

the dark depth, of this dead sea.

 At last I find my heavenly shore,

in him I trust, to end this war.

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Enemies of the Peace

Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark

Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Destroying everything

Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish the flaming longing
In the hearts
And burn the growing yearning
In depths of humans

Enemies of the peace
Robbing the dreams
Jailing the tears
Deforming the colors
Crushing the flowers
Turning off the hope

Enemies of the peace
Not knowing the love
Not appreciating the values
Not believing in the peace .....................

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The resident between the two hemispheres of the brain-w

The artists drawing an intense picture with astral aspect
We feel it and it does deeply affect and touch us.

If the artist was balanced when he or she drew it
Like the Egyptian cultures with its hieroglyphs.

It’s the third eye in fact the dormant pineal gland
That resides between the two hemispheres of the brain.

*In War of the worlds, H.G.wells’ third eye visualizes
The spaceship, space travel and the life in some planets.

Scientists act as visualizers too by theoretical research
To transform higher realities in limited physical reality.

*Gray in The Razor’s edge experiences that perception
Getting in a trance ending migraine headache forever.

*The novel War of the Worlds by H.G.Wells
*The novel The Razor’s Edge by Somerset Maugham

Seventh place win in
Contest: Spirit Eye sponsored by Rick Parishe

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Soldiers Life Thread

                               Young men shipped out to the far east
                                    Their civil virgin is soon to be lost
                                      Replaced by a fighting beast

                                       In the midst of the battle
                             The sickening stench of human bloodshed
                                Fills the air of a once distant paradise
                                      Tortured minds,lost sainty
                                              Terrifying fears
                                      Tuned into surviving modus
                                  Endless cascades of hells` flames
                                  Licks the young soldiers`life thread
                                 Is there an end to all the madness?
                                 Can he ever be a loving man again?

                             Followed by the shadows of dead comrades
                               He returns to his family and loved ones
                      Like any man,he seeks back to his battlefield again
                   The war devil has got his clammy hand around his throat
                              Until his dying day,the war will continue
                                   Will he ever reach nirvana again?
                         He may never experience that moment again,
                        when inner peace sett the standard of comfort

           And the saddest part....someone just made a pail of money out of that war

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Remember Kent State

long hair                 a sign of rebellion
	a leveler  for rich and poor

"no money for a hair cut?"
"no problem - you're styling!"

the flannel credo 
cheap and colorful
soft, softer, old and  see  through the 
the perfect place to ride
a rebel heart

a two-fingered salute
to the military industrial machine
	haywire on testosterone
stick a daisy in that barrel buddy

sex, now that was a     rebellion
guiltless sex lauded	
"If you can't be with the one you love"
                                   "love the one you're with -- "

take your third eye
                                   use your second sight
put horns on Nixon's head
and fight war
	                   for peace

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The Silence of War

The Silence of War

Behind the Curtains of a church window
Men in Prayer, orchestrated by sweat and Lice
Find relief from snipers gaze

Beside the cross sits the last candle
Flickering precariously, searching for sanctuary from the wind
But the wick is near the end
And so are these men
The Harvest of War is almost in
For this is November 1918.

The German guns call like the song of the Siren
Irresistible, for only the dead will hear
New orders to cross the Sambre-Oise Canal 
Another postcard for Historians to write.

Machine gunners scythe the ranks
Gone the Irish regiment, clover for the beast
I take shelter behind a splintered Oak Tree
Once magnificent, A survivor of Natures glory
Now a hideous spectre to man’s intervention.
I wait here with Wilf my captain
Waiting for death to find me
The mud beckoning for blood,
The Canal red like the River Sticks
A feed for tomorrows Newspaper.

A groan from wilf, his eyes start to dim
Fear brings the Lord’s Prayer to my lips
 A last haven for my soul to cling 
 I watch his spirit fly away,
 As the words fade from my voice
Like so many others on this day of carnage
 Wilf, my friend, died November 4th 1918

Yet another contribution to this dark harvest,
Another soul for god to tender.
A statistic, a casualty of war, 
To be remembered generically
A wreath to share with a multitude of lost darlings,
 Another photograph to fade on the mantel piece 
A piece of History for a grieving widow to dust

In the ranks of the dead
Angels count our losses
 What dreams did we lose?
 What voices were made silent?
 What books were never written? 
And how many tomorrows gone,
Lost in the darkness of death?
Under this oak tree, fading from memory
A soldier Wilfred Owen was taken too

Unspoken truth in unspoken poems
 Silent to mortal’s ear
Another casualty of war
A feast of wisdom for angels to keep?
For His words were far too much,
for the hogs of war to stomach.
His poetry made silent by country’s shame,
Unpatriotic, not cricket old bean said the generals 
Only now, through peace can we learn 
The voice of one soldier,

How I pity humanity 
For silence is a killer
Democracy, and justice its victim, 
And the inevitable Silence of war will kill us all.

On this day November 4th 1918, Wilfred Owen killed in action, Sambre-Oise Canal, 7 days from Sanity
One of England’s Finest War Poets.  

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The Tempest

My head is a box of secrets
My nerves are tuned to my dreams
If  I could change this sorry world and
were to tell you of my plans
I would speak a universal language

If you heard my message and
came with your own secrets and dreams
I would be invincible
I am the gentle voice of Peace,
the  the living symbol of Harmony
Friends resonate with my energy

My head unlocks the mysteries of life from
where the source gushes
I need the power of generosity
I need the art of forgiveness
The old house haunted by false deities all at
once fell down.

I found miracles in the dust, said
to be the hope of things to come
A good and abundant spirit
Ah, for a power to change psychic forces
My lady, the God of Storm and Frenzy is on the move
Mama his occult nature frightens me.

I am nearer to the truth
My poetry is an instument of grave importance
Goddess, I am- but not exulted
The nerves still strain for this sorry world
My wit is a power for change
Sweet mama, I have seen the shadow
I have been generous
I have been forgiving.
But still the world revolves around hatred

Frighten off Wotan !!! the unleasher of dark passions
Until Heaven and Hell collide
let there be no talk of Archetypal fate.
I fear the notion of a collective unconscious
filled with psychotic types withdrawn from reality.

Goodness must overcome - mark my soul

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Sharma's Song

Our garden perimeters
are hung with notes
A thrush sings its morning songs.

No other of its kind dares cross
these musical borders of  trilling notes

Would that we - could defend our boundaries with songs
instead of bombs.

Suzanne Delaney

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War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him

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The Girl In The Window

The Girl In  The Window

How could anyone ever forget?
Such beautiful paintings
Each hung carefully
Lit with just the right light
People walk by day after day
They look but they are not looking
They see such a memorable picture
A city at its glory
Berlin in the beginning of the Third Reich
A thousand red flags with black broken crosses
People wearing colorful clothes
Each with a smile on their faces
A paradise on planet Earth
They look but they are not looking
They do not see right in front of them
Hiding in a window is a young girl
A girl of no more than nine years old
Such pain and torture can be seen as she reaches for help
There is a tiny six pointed yellow star on her chest
Even sixty five years later no one sees her
No one sees the secret the artist put in his world
Could people be so blind to someone in need?
Did that little girl live?
Was she tortured and killed alone in a prison camp
Her story was never told
But she did more that even the toughest soldier
Her innocent face
The tears flowing down her cheeks
She cried for help for six million people
It was all there to see
If only anyone had taken the time to look

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The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?

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bloody men

The blade penetrated the flesh
like a prong to a pitted plum
he had played with war
toyed with war
yet the gun
well the gun didn't have balls
Not for him the sterile
three shrouds removed 
expunging of visera with a gun
sissy pistols
pansy takers

Stick um good
part the seas of red
wake and feed the hounds of war
plastic pop-guns shatter beneath the heel of Mars
Man UP, raise the staff
and shove the pig sticker into mother's child

Oh man, war, Old Man War
do you visit him each night as you enter 
what should be the path to love?
Have a poke little man
just remember, all that was is ...
and will be born again.

Dedicated to a constant friend and inspiration Chris Aechtner
Inspired by his write "kids use toy guns'

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The Evolution of Learning (Part One)

It amazes me how much man has evolved
Yet, How little he has learned
All around the globe
Millions die of disease and starvation
While the ever so intelligent creature known as man
Spends millions upon millions of dollars every single day
Killing each other
Instead of finding cures for the ill or feeding starving children
Oh sure, we dabble in those efforts
But we are committed to killing each other
Governments all around the globe
Spend most of their money
On their armies
Either to defend or attack
Their enemies
Supposedly, the most intelligent creature on earth
The intellectual creature known as man
If I may go so far
Mans commitment to war and killing
Goes far beyond any one mans term in office
It goes far beyond any one mans lifetime
It goes far beyond any century or any one era
From beginning to end, top to bottom
East to west, north to south
Red, yellow, brown, black or white 
Our commitment to killing each other
Is undeniable
How can a species that is smart enough to split atoms 
Creating weapons that will kill millions
Still be stupid enough to do it?
And now I see on the science channel
That man has now devised the Platonic beam
A beam of light that just disintegrates the target in an instant
At what price you ask?
Well I don’t know but I reckon if we diverted that money
To say solar energy projects
They could probably put a solar energy system
On every home in the world for free
Thus solving the energy crisis
Not to mention food in the icebox and medicine in the cabinet
Because of course when you create such an amazing new weapon
You need an entire new type of ship to deploy it from
Thus is born the next generation of war birds
They jettison into space 
Then go into super afterburner (A jet engine minus oxygen)
Which they said would reach like 20,000 miles an hour
So you could shoot halfway around the world
Disintegrate your enemy
And be home in time for supper
I believe when speaking of politics
It’s not a National Crisis
It’s a Global Epidemic

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shock and awe

the war was well 

on its way
mottled and coddled
 battled  and  bottled
before the

            front was modeled
      the frontline was hobbled
the forefront was cobbled

dark hearts be doubled
light hearts be troubled

the war is well
on its way

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ending the war in america step 1

if you support this copy and paste to your page, you have my permission.

problem by problem 1x1
your going to solve them.

scared straight, the television show holding your children hostage on television
that is more illigal than torture in america
they are 55 years old and sending 12 year olds to a place they wouldnt want to be.

would the closest adjacent state starting with a letter closest to A
please stand up
those are your people
in your country
in need of your aid.

send half the police force in a time span of three days
to assist your neighbors kill the people terrorising children

go to wall mart, buy a gun if you have to
show up in record numbers with your information straight
and shoot every single one of them involved in that war crime

then go home

when your there, lie about where your from, your name, etcetera

drive over there, kill them, go home and laugh...

there is also a problem in alberta
calgary and edmonton alberta
they have denied torture victoms amnesty

would british columbia please stand up
send half of your police over to help in a time span of three days
dont ask, just show up.
thats not canada, that is not canadian, that is not allowed
put it on the news
this is what they did, this is what they didnt do
these are the explanations of people who can explain themselves
and this is what we are going to do about it....

now would saskatchewan please stand up
when british columbia begins to go home, you will send in a third of your police in a period of four days.

get your information right on the news as it goes, dont do it underground all sneaky
do it right in their face with a huge thats not how i run my ship

then your coming to alberta and you are going to murder the police and doctors
involved in the torture and terrorism of myself
that took place over the past 17 years

please check out my youtube page

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The Baby Blue Bonnet

The smile on one's face makes them feel glad again
My sister always had a smile to share
Once came time for her birthday,
A handsome boy came to call
And along with him,
A baby blue bonnet that pleased us all.

The smile on her face showed us she was glad
She leaned in a gave a sweet little kiss
Then the Civil War started and he had to go
She would be crying for him.

The bleak war raged on
Many were dead
She was pining for him.

The sheets of casualties came and they left
Many were torn to pieces
My sister dear cried,
"He has died and left me!"
She hugged the dear baby blue bonnet.

The time was bleak when she claimed the body
Sister dear had to wear black
When came the funeral,
She brought with her
The beloved baby blue bonnet

She refused to wear the hideous black hat
"Instead the bonnet!" she cried
For she would remember
The sunny day when,
He gave her the baby blue bonnet.

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Venturing The World Above

A continuation of The World Above Me, a special collaberation between myself and my good friend Justin Connor


The shelter opens its door to the world above me
Never have I seen so much destruction

My eyes get used to the brightness,
An unwanted tear trickling down my cheek
But once they are accustomed to the light,
I want to close them again
I feel the urge to turn back
But they push me forward,
Whispering low, consoling words

I look around to see what humanity used to be
Before the devastation
And I marvel at what the old world used to be
But one question remains:
Why did people destroy their lives,
And end the world we used to know?

I walk my feet on the unknown terrain
Ruins. . .debris. . .the air placid and still
All around is rubbish
My mother whispers a prayer from behind
And then I wonder. . .
If God was ever here

As I look around I notice a book
Lying there, upon the ashy wreckage
I pick it up and read. . .
It details a nation’s fight for freedom

A large statue of a man is in the building I stand by
I stare at the brazen figure in awe
The features are crumbling but here it still stands
Watching over its obliterated land
I squeeze the book in my hand
His eyes show loyalty and courage
No sadness—not even a speck of fear

Looking more outwards I see a tall structure
And past that a building with a large dome
The architecture of the old world amazes me
What wonders men have done—could have done
If they hadn’t let each other come undone
In violence and death
Yet still I wonder how these incredible buildings 
Could possibly remain after all that has happened
Like the buildings, we have survived
And hopefully, through lessons learned,
We can thrive

My father tells everyone to clear away the ruins
People even use old machines with cranes
The old world is gone
But from the ashes we can start anew
We were in the shelter for the good of humanity
And now, because of us,
There is hope

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Blood Spilled

I was born in a life unlike yours;
We have struggled in all the years.
We knocked endlessly but all the doors
Have been closed 'coz of the numerous wars.

I could never forget all the cries,
Tears streaming from everyone's eyes
As their loved one dies;
One by one came in their demise.

It was too painful to see
As everyone attempted to flee.
Amidst the battle to be free,
You can hear sickening cries of plea.

Blood from the dead spilled on the ground.
In endless anger we all drowned.
Our minds are nothing more if not unsound
After the bloody battle, silence was profound.

Now the blinding war has ended
Was this how what we all intended?
All hopes now had been expended
Lives taken and ruined how can be  amended?

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Memorial Day 2004

I close my eyes, and yet I see a flag draped casket, And as if there, I hear the synchronic report of rifles, and the echo of taps that rides the morning zephyrs. Perhaps no image portrays the cost of my freedom, such as these mental souvenirs gathered from each war. They have allowed me, in thought, to separate fallen heroes from body bags, while forcing me to review Another debt, which also, I can never repay.

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Hypocrisy of Thoughts

Finally we are here
Do we stand mighty and strong?
Warriors but without swords

Finally we are here
Do we shake the ground we stand?
Powerful but without strength

Finally we are here
To the land of the heroes
With blood that spells disgrace

Finally we are here
To the land of the leaders
With tears that spell shame

Let us follow and never lead
Let us march after the tyrants
The blind’s man stick is more help

Let us not ask questions
Nor answer any of them
Stay quiet, we are the mute

We cannot hear the insults
Exploding behind our ears
Keep ignoring, we are the deaf

Dig our holes and fall in them
We cannot see what is under our nose
Never look front, we are the blind

Let us die for injustice
Let us kill for inequality
With violence, we can better the world

Let us raise the sword on our brother
Let us spill the blood of our mother
After all, what is family?

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Joy in the Morning (Seven-by-Seven)

Tempest of the raging storm
Bellowing clouds up ahead
Ocean waves jumping like rope
Shattering lighting striking
Thunder roaring like boulders
Peace unto the wind be still
Joy cometh in the morning

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

Comments:  Seven by Seven has seven syllables in each line, seven lines, and 
the title is in last line. David J Shrewsbury invented the form.  

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The Life of a deployed Soldier

A lot of people take freedom, liberty, and even sleep for granted. They don't understand what it takes for them to be afforded those priveledges. They don't know how it feels to be on edge about everything that you hear. They don't know how it feels to be afraid to sleep. The don't know about the thunderous boom sound that makes your heart beat as fast as it can that becomes as normal as a telephone ring. You never know when or where the next boom will be, but you stay on edge hoping that it doesn't come in your direction. You lose sleep worrying about yourself, your friends, if you will ever see your children, if you will ever enjoy the place you call home, if you will go home as normal as you were when you left. Sometimes you find yourself alone with your thoughts and you just think about all the what ifs and find yourself filled with regret. There will be people giving advice, but they will never truly understand what you are going through. I guess we all find our way back to sanity eventually. We just have to learn how to make the crazy things normal. This is the path that we chose. These are the choices we made. We chose to support the country, no matter how big, or how small the role is that we have here. This is what separates us from everyone else. This is the life of a deployed soldier.

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Don't Mess With My Friend Jack

Listen up, 
You tyros, 
Don't go messin'
With my buddy Jack
Yeah, Reed,
He's cool people, 
And I like him,
He writes well,
Yeah, this from Tom Bell,
You take him on,
You take on me,
Let me tell you,
Cut the crap and show
Some class,
Or you might get
A poetic broken a__

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An Okie's Lament

Oh, America, my beloved America. The world owns your soul, and chortles as catastrophe comes. Bartered was your legacy, for riotous living, and pottage no longer gratifies your innards cravings. Terrorist lambaste your innocent, and spread false doctrines. Fear and anxiety hold you captive, casting foreboding shadows o'er your land. As a mongrel wallowing in its vomit, so it is, you and your sin. Having no vision of signet ring and fatted calf, your robe now drapes a self righteous frame. Has the line in the sand been crossed? While your flag still flies, the eagle soars, and your Statue of Liberty stands erect, return unto the father. Oh America, my beloved America, God loves thee more than I.

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My Battles As A Soldier

Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed building
Homes pulverized rubble
Strewn about the decaying mass
The scorched metal burning
Bodies of the fallen men
The miasma of war I forever inhale…

Tigers rolling through billowed flame
Firing upon burnt battlefield blindly
Retreating in terror I leave the voices
Calling as I my boots tamp by arms
Reaching for safety I couldn’t render
Brothers abandoned in the Arnhem snow
These are the ghosts of war who haunt me….

Battle’s percussion on the horizon distant
I fade through the fields upon the Rhein
Farmhouses glow a midnight path
Walking to the beat of gun fire echoes
Off the walls of a shelter a little boy sits
Unafraid of the man feeding him chocolate
In the crater of a bomb…

This flash of hope my salvation from war.

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I still feel that short embrace
Him turning for one last glance
The look on our mother’s face
Her knowing his fate of chance

What is this cruel affair called war
Who could give such credence
To savage acts and laws ignored
Stand by in silent grievance

Where is this place “over there”?
Where the young men have to go
Why do we heed some foreign scare
From a place that we don’t know

Cast to battle as living pawns
Just a number on a metal tag
Hoping to live till a new day dawns
Avoiding the fate of a body bag 

No stories come from those who fell
Just from only those who lived
Their memories of that living hell
One sole and fragile life to give

Now we know what’s over there
Much more than there was before
There are gravestones everywhere
Rusted hulks left on their shore

Scars brought back are hidden deep
They last through all their years
Comrades call them from their sleep
To fight the nightmare’s fears  

Rest ye soldier someday somewhere
With they that fell and stayed behind
Go back to them we know you care
Find that peace, that peace of mind

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Love thy brother.

Brothers killing brothers......a field of blood
sisters slaying sisters.......instead of bearing sons.
mothers ,daughters..fathers, sons
all dead and gone, kindred spirits slaughtered one by one
by the hand of those each should love. 
I wonder if at the last moment they had second thoughts
Is this the way to go ..isn't there a better way?
Perhaps dialogue or patience would have been better
Less lives could have been  lost ..less regrets to bear.....more hearts could have 
been won.
Yet the war continues unabated..send in more troops is what we say.
 Isn't there another way?
 Too many orphans left.. ..uncared for and grieving
too many tears have been shed.... hearts harden.
Prisoners of war......wounded and shell shocked veterans....... physically 
handicapped....mentally deranged....a terrible plight
both sides share the same fate....pain and sadness is all that's  left
no one wins yet the war never ends.
Love's  now a thing of the past
only anger and hatred remain 
 When, oh when will Peace prevail.

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Fort Sumter

April 12, 1861 the cannons could

be heard for miles around,

the war had started,that

led both sides to a long

and hard struggle.

Why was this site

chosen to start the fight,

it may have been that

this fort was not prepared

for a battle of any kind,

a shortage of cannons,

and other weapons,

hardlyl gave them any

chance to defend the fort

Abe Lincoln later in

his most famous speech,

said A Nation divided cannot stand,

which is a true statement.

The Civil War was to become

the bloodiest war in our history,

before the firing

on Fort Sumter

it was an unknown place

to most of the  people,

now it stands out

as a major landmark

in our country.

wrote 4-12-11

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Generic Minds

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

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Sixty Seconds

I take a deep breath and count to ten,
no fifteen ,
because every fifteen seconds I’m missing you.
And these jail cell walls that define us,
these jail cell walls that divide us,
these jail cell walls that confine us,
only makes me miss you more.
Because the only embrace is between steel bars
that contort us
distort us
support us through court – us.
And your just miles away 
but these miles seem like a millennium
and I can only speak to you through letters,
but there is no reply.
I feel like I’m on a one way road
swimming leagues only to find myself drowning in a desert.
Drunk off the memories,
drunk off every syllable I write
pretending that our conversations are real, on a two way road instead of one.
I miss you.
I miss our long talks on the smoking porch,
chaining long white cigarettes,
tarring our lungs like it’s something beautiful.
You are beautiful to me
in all of your queerness
in all of your scars
in all of your mistakes-
so beautiful.
These jail cell walls that define us,
these jail cell walls that divide us,
these jail cell walls that confine us,
only makes me miss you more.
I take a deep breath and count to fifteen,
no twenty,
because there are twenty cigarettes in a pack,
and twenty more days until I see you,
and twenty more times I must wake up,
knowing that your spine is broken in two,
knowing that your hipbones are bruised,
knowing that we’ve got nothing to lose.
Let’s move.
Move away from all this misery,
from all this catastrophe,
from all these pleas-
Please come back to me.
Come back to the times of freedom,
falling through the cracks of judgment
and **** all those who think it’s wrong to be gay.
Let’s be gay.
Let’s be blissful once again.
Come back to us,
through the steel bars,
through the jail walls,
through the time of captivity,
Come back to me.
And I’ll take a deep breath and count to ten,
No twenty,
No thirty,
No sixty,
because each minute that ticks on by
I am missing you.

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A Battle Within

The only thing is to try to be happy. 
Because no matter how you feel in this world, very few people care.
Everyone goes on with their lives, carrying their own struggles and pains.
No one is going to take the time to read in between the lines and get a peak of your soul.

All that matters is that they see a smile;
and whether they choose to believe that painted curve 
or whether they don't, its "not their problem."

Because their own bags are tearing,
and their own weight is piling on top of their shoulders.
So all you have is yourself.

But you see that is the problem, because your your own enemy.
Constantly battling and fighting but you never win.
Because your mind is consuming your heart;
and it no longer matters what you feel rather its what you think.

But the mind its a tragic place;
with so many thoughts where your past has been traced.

Until that one person come along,
they too carry their own baggage.
However they stop to wipe that painted curve off your face.
And they see the tears that reside in your eyes.
They do not come to condemn you but instead to love you,
and express their mind too.
You then see that your not alone, everyone's hurting;
left feeling as if they don't belong.
But this earth... 
It'll roll you around and beat you up.
But how you choose to fight back determines if your tough.

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Nothing to lose

Broken, Cold, Empty, Devoid of hope
These are the forgotten generation
These are the few who stood up
The young that fell for such a cause

Lost, scarred, unremembered,
These boys sent with hope of glory
Learn instead what it costs
To die a nameless death

Over they go with nothing to lose
Over they fall with nothing to lose
Over they die with nothing to lose

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- On Our Beautiful Earth -

   We are part of
   one endless journey
   Journey of discovery of
   our earth
   We make an impression
   on mother earth
   Plants seeds
   to heal
   Children's laughter dies
   Children eyes in grief
   The human footprint
   Alone in a bomb shelter
   in grief and bitter anguish
   Weapons in small hands
   Bombs from adult males
   Dead bodies
   The hunger
   Wounds that bleed
   blood dries on the ground
   Silence penetrating voice
   The screams choking
   Human dignity
   we thought we were free
   Free to what ....
   Fight and kill
   Destroy the Earth

   A-L Andresen :)
   Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

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Agree to Disagree

                                               Mankind's greatest

                                                      is death.

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My Protest Write

 They`re marching on
 The Syrian soldiers
 Towards civilian neighborhoods they will prowl
 Heavily armed,their tanks approaches 
 All guns and grenades are loaded
 The have schools,hospitals and innocent people in their targets

 Shell shocked children screaming in pure death anxiety
 Their faces covered in blood,after their school being used as cannon targets
 Gone are the days when soldiers fought against eachother
 Now they smell civilian blood
 Assad`s soldiers will shoot you from behind
 My Syrian friend,you better wait until night falls
 Before you bury your dead brothers and sisters

 The regime`s days are numbered
 Written by the blood of the innocent,they have signed their own doom
 We,the world-are watching woman and children being slaughtered
 Because the UN say we have to
 I cry for you my Syrian brothers and sisters
 But hang in there,even though UN has delayed your liberation
 A time will come,the madman will fall from his shaky podium


 Where is your sence of pride,Assad?
 How do you sleep at night?
 Every woman,all the children you have tortured over the decades...
 Do you feel their death anxiety
 Or hear their screams for mercy when you close your eyes?

10th.February 2012

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leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
           begging for history not to repeat ~
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~

 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)


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I Hate The Word - Hate

             HATE is a very strong word                            I like the soft words
                    HATE is awful                                  why not show consideration
               HATE leads to unrest                                     I like the peace
               HATE leads to hostility                                  friendship is a joy
                  HATE means war                                 why kill, when we can love
            The world is full of HATRED                  let`s share the world with happiness


*** NOT for the contest.
A-L Andresen
28.July 2012

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Life of the Party

You’ve always been the life of the party.

I’ve seen the sun smile at you,
on Saturday mornings.
As your women
hung over and wrecked
with Jesus crosses on their necks
waltz through streets
trying to find a ride back home.

Your green wooden window panes,
always left open.
Always left waiting.
A sign of hope.
As if something holy
or someone with a red cape on
would come
and save you.

I see it
I feel it
The pain
The terror
I see the bullets 
That have pierced through your walls
Left you with nothing

Your anarchists
Your extremists 
Your people
Your children
Are all fighting
Over a hit 
of the fix you gave them.
Oh Beirut,
what have they done?

I see the clouds of smoke rising
I see your people left bare
with secrets to strip off
and hang on the laundry ropes
that fill your skies

The writings on your walls say it all.
You’ve lost your soul
You’ve lost your spark

You made the rules 
and then asked us to break them.
I’m not sure who to blame.
Or you.

You left me high and dry-
Lost in the alleys of your dark streets

I didn’t know who to blame.
So I asked around, Beirut.

I asked the men on motorcycles
who snatch purses from old women.
I asked your nine year old
gypsy beggars.
I asked your officers 
and the teenagers in cellars,
who in another world could’ve been heroes or poets.
I asked your university students,
but they were too stoned to comprehend my questions.
High on a drug of complacency
High on a drug of nonchalance
High on a drug of compromise.

I asked your gods.
Your middle-men.
The pictures on the walls
of your many leaders.

I asked your fathers
Your rapists
Your artists
Your lawyers 
Your educators

I even asked the old man pushing a cart of oranges in Hamra.

But nothing was to be found…

Not even a tad of sanity…
Not even a sense of security
You couldn’t give me that, could you?

Oh Beirut.
You’ve always been the life of the party. 
But I’ve seen them frown at you,
when dawn breaks and you walk out on them
hung over and wrecked 
with a cross around your neck
walking over shattered beer bottles…
trying to find a ride back home.

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World War - Benita Margaronis

RED  DOOR (collaboration)

by~ Benita Margaronis

War Of The World Death, pain, blood, 
Shell-shocked men, suffering and darkness. 
It's all they ever saw.  
Soldiers thinking about their lives.  
Rotting flesh and the whimper of dying men with their bodies half blown off.  
Other soldiers shooting them in the head to end their pain.   
The shattering sound of an explosive destroying life and more ground.  
Blood and body parts spray through the air and spread throughout the ground. 
Total emptiness and nothingness.  
Mounds and mounds of biting bodies and horses.  
Scattered planes, tanks, trucks and others.  
Burning guns and oil.  
Because the world went to war so much was lost for so little gain.  
The war of the world shall never be forgotten. 

by~ Poet Destroyer

War of the world Sacrifice.
Doors tainted red, tragedies never forgotten.
Mediterranean swept the soul of combatants without a word to say.
A war so defiant both sides lost more than humanity to each other. 
Prisoners, white flag surrendering, shot in the head with no remorse.
Brave soldiers wiping off the blood of their face like a tear.
Men in fetal positions crying hard like the day they were born for*mom-MA.
Soldiers pocket full of notes and dog-tags for a loved one.
Achievements that followed death without a mother's hand to hold.
Chaotic news and telegrams traveled without a moment to spare.
A flag brought to the door painted black.
Mothers falling to the floor broken hearted.
Because no one can mend the courage one gave to us today. 
The war of the world shall never be forgotten.

A collaboration with * Benita Margaronis

My collaboration contest

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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

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down here in the trenches

Down Here in the Trenches

“In 1971, President Nixon, loosing (sic) the war in Vietnam, declared war on cancer…”
M. Bower & J Waxman 2006

Down here in the trenches
Where cancer frames the view
The unfortunate afflicted
Gather side by side
United in their private battle

With futures fallen like rain drops
Forming puddles at their feet
They are stripped of their very selves
Decimated by the disease 
And how we treat

For in the depths of these trenches
Cells die in their beds
As the devastated sufferers
Make alliances as dangerous
As their cancerous threats

They fight with science 
Stainless steel
And chemistry

They fight with their bodies
Hair loss
Steroidal appetites
And minimal immunity

They fight with determination
And dignity

For here on the front line
The brave make a stand 
Flanked by a company
Of family and friends
They scheme and form plans

Amid booms of laughter
The rat tat tat of many voices
Advice is given to recent strangers
On all topics from head wear 
To garden maintenance

Out here at the front
Of the war for humanity
Fighting for the ultimate prize
To eradicate cancer from their lives
The courageous level their sights 
On the enemy

I have entered this in Poet Destroyer A's "Pinktober" comp. What a great cause!!

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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.

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Apologies to Alice at Christmas

My toves are not slithy this evening,
They will not gyre or gymbal at all.
And worldwide the wabes are all dusty.
While North Korea threatens,
                  Nuclear War!!

CNN now tells us of terror,
That threatens the whole world with hate,
And those who love peace seem neglected.
              Poor foolish patrons of war!

Now the Jabberwock seems hardly scary,
He's a threat even babies don't fear.
Better by far to tremble at the Jabberwocks cry,
             Than to raise a glass to war.

Now whereever soldiers are fighting,
And whatever they fight for tonight,
Give them peace for one night from the child of light.
            And a new year without any war,
            A gift from everyone to the entire world.

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GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.

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Freedom's Destination

Freedom's Destination

Some foreign country
Some funny name

After awhile
They all sound the same

Grandpa went first
Back then World War I

And didn't come home
'Til the job was all done

My Dad was then ripe
When it came time for II

Returning as hero's
Only missing quite a few

A Brother was the next in line
To risk his life and limbs

But Korea kind of fizzled out
Especially for him

Then came more strife in Asia
And I was 18 "when" . . .

They poked 'n had me turn 'n cough
Then sent me off to win

I thought when in those combat zones
If ever I go down

My folks will know that I was here
Not hiding out of town

We all served for freedom's sake
Representing our hometowns

To be damn sure our kids had homes
Still setting on free grounds

The countless before
And the too many since

Whose young life's were cut short
I am sure would echo this . . . 

I fought 'til the end
Now I've given my all

But if nobody minds
Let me make one last call

When you get 'round to my marker
And you're wondering that day

Which words to scribe upon it 
 What is there left to say

Just keep it nice and simple
And I'll rest forever proud . . . 


JWC/Whysman @ 2001
(Edit 5/2013)

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Small cog in a huge machine

1914-18 War.

Just another small cog
In a huge machine
Working together
Aimed at some foreign foe
To give a bloody mortal blow
And end a wave of ternary
Spreading across Europe
Over seas
Like a pandemic deadly disease
Bringing terror and horror
Death and honour
To countless people
On all sides
All swearing they have God on their sides

Driven by warmongers and warning governments
Propaganda power and greed
Thought by the ordinary Man and Woman
On the street
Death honour glory and defeat.

The war to end all wars
Or so they said
But war still goes on
Leaving countless dead.

Wars few understand
The scourge of Imperfect Man
wafted by Satan's hand.

Let is never forget
But let us learn
Man just can't get on
And get's his fingers burned.

The Huge machine
Travels on.............

Peter Dome.copyright.2014. April.

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It's Time

I hear the piercing cries
of infants,
The last whimper of the slaughtered 
The anguished howls
from mothers,
The ubiquitous pain
felt in every limb – 
oh! The ache and sore
When will we rise?
Shall we rise?

To fight, to battle
the ones playing Devil’s
right-hand man
The vermin that burn
and make hell on earth
The bastards that rob
the weaker of their rights,
the lives that could have been
When will we rise?
Shall we rise?

Towers brought to ashes,
flesh to bones,
blood for diamonds,
purity to filth,
What have man become?
Eyes closed
cries unheeded
The blood taints the grounds,
grounds turned to riches
When will we rise?
It is time.
To fight! to battle!
To make a better better.

The cowardly shall cower no more,
The oppressed shall be repressed no more.
Men slathered in suits
Promising a feigned tomorrow
Actions uncommenced,
Voices unheard,
Men without honour, without tarnish either
What use have we of them?

The silenced shall be unheard no more
The remained silent thus will be the bigger culprit
The change is within grasp
It is time. 

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Letter to a Hero

I sit upon the water's edge, and look across the sea and wonder if you look upon a crimson sky, me? The sun is coming up for you, yet here the day is done You are someone I have never met, and may be feeling down... While, here I'm safe, and I pray you are, and pray you're not alone I write with pen, in the dimming light, this letter to you, now, and implore the sun will let you know, ....I thought of you today..., so far away on foreign land, in a place I've never known If I could reach my hand to you, and to tell you how I care You keep me safe, tonight I'll pray, and God will hear my call and I'll gladly share my heart to you, to thank you for it all When you return to welcome arms and stars are brightly shining I pray that we can meet one day, so I can thank your kindness of bravery, of sacrifice, of heroism's blindness Then we shall stand, together safe, to watch the day declining....
____________________________________ 8/26/14 For Contest sponsored by Mystic Rose

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Supreme Justice

One upon a nightmare,
There were dueling fairy godfathers
Different ideals for the same concepts
 Supreme Justices
Put the people on trial
Now it's Shared land vs Shared strife 
It's just a domestic terror dispute
Why can't we have joint custody?
Are we dooming our children to
Early graves?
They'll divorce themselves from 
The faith we held in fairy tales

Anti-war, yep. Not sorry.

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It began as a lovely September, 2001,  at least, it should have been.....
somewhere lost in the crossfire, between summer and fall
days growing short, and evenings long

But, things are warped into a sense of surreal.  What was seen, can it be real?
It's as if bifocals are mixed in a bin, out of focus, glossed over with grim

Someone lets me borrow a broken pencil,  I find paper blowing in the acrid wind
my fingers shake with tensile fear....and, I write a goodbye.. I don't know why......

The city, an ediface in shades of gray stone, smoke, rubble and ash,
littered streets, silent people, crying people, screaming people in fright
A playbill shouts, "LIVE!  Mandy Patinkin Concert - The Neil Simon Theater",
ripped, and frayed around the edge...blowing into my face, .... now in my hand
How strange....we were there........was that just last night?

It began as a lovely September, 200l, or it should have been.....

Sirens, shattered concrete,  sidewalks, shepherding the living into  
the arms of someone, or maybe, .... into the arms of no one 
Someone is borrowing a cell phone, ...  there is smell of burnt sulfer
Bridges, crosswalks, that will take them back into calamity, .. our new reality

Someone lends me a broken pencil,  I find paper blowing in the acrid wind
I write a goodbye...  I don't know why......

It began as a lovely September, 2001, or it should have been....

For The Challenge "Chopped"
Sponsored By Craig Cornish

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10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes

10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day she will arise to go to work 9-5 flipping burger's and dunking fry's.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day hold's a new surprise from those 10 little fingers 10 little toes and 2 little eyes.
one day shell realize 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes are not so little any more.
Those 10 little fingers get bigger and one has a ring on it.
Those 10 little toe's get bigger no longer barefoot a boot on each.
Those 2 little eyes no longer so little looking strait up the middle ready for combat.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Her 10 Little finger's 5 little toe's 2 little eye's finally come home.
and like I said 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes saved Their life.

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Love is the Weapon

Fuse ignited by the half-lit cigarette
perched precariously on the corner of your mouth,
I'm a suicide bomber,
and you are all I have left to believe in.
Side by side, 
Our lungs screaming,
we torch the world around us,
destroying perfection to create beauty.
We rise again from the smoldering wreckage,
cleansed with the split blood of our broken hearts.
The embers drift in the sky like fireflies 
as we wipe the ash from our eyes.
Hands clasped,
we venture forth into this brave new world,
rebuilding reality brick by brick
and from each other,
learning to love again.

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Virus of evil injustice and war

Virus of evil injustice
and war
infected our land.
It took harmony of peace
from the people.
Our land is terribly ill.
She is asking for help,
and wants to be cured
by heavenly love
of perfection.

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A Warrior's Heart

I think of her beautiful face
As I sit upon this sattle
I wish I was there at her place
Instead of here waiting for battle
The way of a warrior is a hard road
Which is eased by love's presence
I breathe in the heavy humid cold
As I long for her sweet essence
The rain pours out and the lightning flashes
The armies collide as the thunder clashes
Glances of her face flashes through my head
As this battle fills me with tremendous dread
My heart was cold, filled with hate
Now my love for her is strong and great
The armies cry as men die like cattle
The grip of death tries to weigh me down
As the Titan's battle for the golden crown
I feel the earth shake and rattle
True I miss my love's sweet embrace
Though I doubt i will ever again see her
But if fate allows us to be together
I will everyday cherish her precious grace
For the love of a woman is worth more than gold
For it can heal a heart that is weary and cold

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Lake Bed Refractions

Others think my hair
      wild,            untamed, 
             needing a coif
when all about me the wind
              through the fallen leaves…
red on gold, 
               stamped brown, 
substance once there, 
like soup 
                           cooked for hours
to fight the chill, 
                       tang of parsnip…
that’s the visible crop, 
                                   bushy froth
while beneath soil,               
the war 
              for a strand or lock or two
of my being...
              heart untied from children
hands freed 
                   to tap or zizzle a bow
across strings
      what a jumble it all is
after the clean
soul is emptied
                    scraped down to metal
my hair  
                        unwound into myself 
                        as if a clogged pore 
and I’m wondering...
                   is there is any
                         who know 
how I look 

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Dunnotar, protector of Scotland's honors,
how crippled you have become
but for Cromwell's rage and purpose.

Give the governor's lady your papers,
for all is not lost in your courts!

Through besieging forces
she will smuggle them out
in a place no gentleman dare search.

And your treasure is safe in her keeping,
until the crown of oppression is crushed
and the Viscountess assumes her duty

reviving your former glory;
resurrecting your rightful status
as you have done for Scotland,

preserving what has no price.

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Black Gold

Through the valleys of fear
Roaring thunder from guns echoes
Squeezes itself out to the open meadows
Floodgates of heaven opens
Watering the wounded soldiers` feverish body
Human bloodshed colors the green grass red

Fighting to get to the Black Gold
Another poor country's back bone broken
Another dictator making a fortune
Who cares if thousands of his own people gets tortured
slaugthered,or beaten to death..?
Mr.Dictator: We`ll keep our mouth shut,if you just give us your Black Gold
My leader sends me out with a gun in my hand
Maybe am lucky enough,to come home in a wheelchair or with a lost sanity
In exchange for shitty oil money..I get post-traumatic stress

My leaders would pay dictators billions of dollars
But due to budget deficit,they wont pay for the healing of my lost body and thoughts
In the name of Freedom and Democray
We will fight to get your Black Gold
My leaders:..You are such a bunch of bullies!

Estimated price spent on Iraq war: $ 3 Trillion..
How many recessions could those figures paid off..?
After paying your war with my health
You return the favor by throwing famillies into yet another recession
My leaders,shame on You..You`re such a bunch of bullies!

September 1st 2012

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Passchendale: 3rd Battle of Ypres, 1916

Even the dead reject this blasted earth.

The ground, such as it is,
Is freshly Antidiluvean,
And the corpses swim within its tumbled, heaving masses
Blood and mud the mortar
Holding the chaos together.

The sun is weak,
Ashamed to break the haze
And bring to light the obscenities transpiring here.

The whistles blow
And the troglodytes emerge
From their respective holes,
Staggering towards one another
Through watery craters
Over the mincemeat of comrades
To add themselves to the swimming sacrifice
Constantly on offer 
To the insatiable, sole diety of this place,
The Mud-God, Futility.

     They are men no more,
     Those who struggle 'neath
     The leaden skies
     The wan sun
     Of the sodden moonscape
     That is Passchendale.

     They are only raging beasts
     Trading pain for pain,
     All trace of cause or reason
     Lost in the maelstrom of their collective misery -

And the only escape
Is to slay and to be slain;
To join the bitter shades
Ascending with the fog and smoke
Through the wall of cloud above,
To vanish into the icy deeps
Among the far, impassive stars.

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A Mother's Prayer

I kneel in front of the alter praying the rosary and asking Dear Jesus our Father to keep my sons protected while they’re serving their country to keep us safe. A son in the Navy, station in Bahrain in Desert Storm. While the ship is in close fighting and providing navel gun support, the men are inhaling the smoke of the Kuwaiti oil fields fires. Saddam Hussein ordered the wells to be blown up and set a fire because he knew the war was over and he didn’t anyone else to benefit from its riches. While the oldest son is stationed in Washington making bombs to support the bombing campaign in Kuwaiti.

By Eve Roper 11/12/2014


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A Question To Live By

                                  Bullets have invaded my fragile frame,
                                  ravaging a path through my flesh and bone.
                                  Blood now covers the tag that bares my name.
                                  The stench of death tells me I am not alone.

                                  My mind begins to cloud as death draws near.
                                  I see a faceless soldier of wars past.
                                  Why does this old veteran now appear?
                                  Why does he carry our flag at half mast?

                                  No! No! This cannot be...I am too young to die.
                                  Why my Lord must you take my soul today?
                                  My son, there is no valid reason why.
                                  Answer this question and I will go away:

                                  Why, with all his mental power and skill
                                  does man build weapons that destroy and kill?

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“Goober Peas” is southern slang for peanuts.
“Goobers” is southern slang for stupid morons
whose brains are about the size of a peanut.
By definition this means that all of the members
of Al-Qaeda, Boko Haram, Hamas, Hezbollah,
ISIS, the Muslim Brotherhood and the Taliban
are indeed certified goobers – brain dead morons.
They train their sons to grow up and become kill crazy maniacs.
They treat women and girls as second or third class citizens.
They have sex with donkeys, sheep, goats and camels.
We should stop saying that they are from the Middle East
and start saying that they are from Gooberville.
Let all sane human beings support the Jewish people of Israel
in their continuing battle against the Goobers from Gooberville.

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I Cry

 I sat in tears and let them roll down my face
I cried for this child who will not get to know his dad
For his dad was a soldier sent out to fight
 a sad thing called terrorism.

He will have no more bed time stories
Or walks hand in hand in the park
He will not get to play ball or sports
He will not remember his daddy at all.

A toddler with bottle in hand
Not aware yet of the terror that exists
Who will protect these little one
Please mankind understand

Many little ones lose their mom or dad
In a world where chaos seems to reign
Why cannot peace find a place
In the hearts of man?

Why must there be death for greed
I see no other name for it
Or you could call it power
with no care for fellow man.

I guess some may be called animals
For they hunt only to kill
Who taught them that man are enemies
Is that what is called war.

I sit and cry for the human kind
What state we are in
I sit and cry for the child
For what will become

Tears run tell they run no more
I cry for this world 
I cry for the adult and the child
I cry for this world today.

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Draconian II

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

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

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

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

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A Solider Ambition

The sight of blood, savage limbs, 
Perpendicular glossary to sky, 
Why so symbolic could it be, so divine? 

Melting skulls, haste tongues, 
Humble severed from commands, 
Is it a war zone at its end, or something like slim disease to propose? 

A wise man once said, 
That the term Love, Should never be thrown around if; 
You can never feel or distort from it.

My question to the wise man, 
When will war end, 
But I never got to propose such a question.

Young brother young brother I see we are close to cross that mountain, 
No matter your age origin or color, or creed. 
I consider you my young brothers.

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Bombs explode.
Conflicts in night
CNN reports of terror. 
Lives being scrutinized
A blood bath
The colors are everywhere.
Scores of eyes look around scared.
The code is RED.

In desperation, stands a child.
His arm is bleeding.
He is begging for his life.
A blood bath lay before him.
His eyes are scared.
He hiccups and he was left there.

His colors of life are psychedelic.
He sees the code.
He freaks out.
He rolls around intoxicated.
He forgets for a moment himself.

A little girl hallucinates.
Her father and mother ran away.
They shouted to her, “Hide any place.
Your life with us is no longer safe.”
She seeks a hole under a shed.
The terrorist left her there.

The colors of life are a child’s demon.
In darkness, you can hear them scream.
Their parents give the code.
Once given, a child world becomes cold.

Infants are shot.
She died.
Her twin did not.
The terrorist left uninformed.
The clock ticked another baby's life - gone.

The colors of life are a child’s mourn.
They lives are forsaken by those grown.
In time of trouble, they must take care of home.
The colors of life are obligatory.
The code is BLOOD.

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   Idiotic Stupid Islamic Slugs
Ignorant Satanic Islamic Lemmings

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March of the Barefooted

When Suns are young and we are born
Not needing shoes to kick the womb
A maze of mirrors, gates to the unknown
Erects us tall blinding hearts with hopes...

And we pretend we know the way
Although  there are so many lefts
The rights are few, we change our shoes
The thickness of the Soul.?..depending on the distance...

"I close my eyes, my boots are tearing flesh alive
I have to walk and cry for miles and miles
There is no turning back, the lefts are few
Straight forward? Bullets... Upward? An eagle and the sky...

I fight a desert that's not mine to quench the thirst in few"
A maze of foggy mirrors shatters rhythmically in  echoes...
And sons were young when blinded by uniforms and pride
Their stolen boots walk now eternally......for miles and miles....


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United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

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Take Me

They played reverse psychology with his mind He felt so stupid Like everything he had ever believed was a lie The auras are bad, we continued to say They are not good Test the spirits…test the spirits He went haywire He pushed away How could we blame him? His body was not his own Come to grips, we told him The doctors don’t understand But still we must not jump to conclusions You are strong; you have God The upper hand If I lift this bed will you think otherwise? Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you You are nobody compared to him in my eyes Your wonders are for wonderment alone You wander and then you stay You prey prey prey Those that prey desire nourishment Those who prey lack strength And to grab onto the youngest Mistaking him for stupid and weak That is below everything unworthy That is just pathetic Whatever you are You are not him And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement You hurt my closest friend And it is on You will be the reason The fire of my claws flare You will be the very thing I will devour It preyed on his innocence It made itself his friend Acting the hero Burning him to nothing in the end Come to grips, we said No more writing No more imagination The auras are not good He is not good! Laura is not good! Life life life is not good! You prey on a sick, young boy You are messing with a demon like me! I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to! Believe me I will hide more under the timbers And I will crawl out Spewing perversity and hate And drag you in with me True colors will surround you I realize you have the power To kill my loved one I stake alone I hand the burning torch to you And with fire surrounding me I spit and hiss Take me Take me instead I know you want all And all live in me You cannot turn down my offer Become me And I will destroy me

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A Soldier's Cry

behind the flame
I stare
from a fortress
a distant dream
inevitably trapped
and bare
a battle cry
nothing said 
as time marches 
the spiraling minutes 
within shadows
muted of color
the door
the lonely flame

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I picked me a date. I chose any date. Reason is that any day is a good news day. I created my timeline to illustrate. I invested wisdom within the knowledge gave. This should make someone smile and shout hoop hoop hooray. Therefore, here’s some good news today. A positive maximum is taken on October 28, 1962. Cuban missile crisis ended through diplomatic pressure. The President of the U.S.A., which was JFK, demanded dismantling of U.S.S.R nuclear weapons. Looking further into the pass views a liberated stance. On October 28, 1886, The Statue of Liberty was given to U.S.A. as a gift from France. The Good News Papers have arrived. We want to embrace positivity into our lives. We tired of writing about criminal minds. Therefore, we took a brief trip back in time. _____________________________________|
Penned on October 28, 2014!

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The Young Are Ordered Off To War

The young are ordered off to war
Depart too early from this World
Generals safe behind the lines

Politicians debate the need
Everyone desires Peace
The young are ordered off to war

Fighting for their countrymen
Duty asks to risk their lives
Generals safe behind the lines

The cause is just that's what some say
The cause confused by Fog of Lies
The young are ordered off to war

Brave the young who face their dying
Unknown enemies all surround
Generals safe behind the lines

Sadly war makes history
Death to many before Old Age
The young are ordered off to war
Generals safe behind the lines

May 14th, 2013.

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The Victory in Defeat

There’s always a victory, no matter the outcome
For the victory in defeat is where character’s from
Some, see it differently, but me I particularly, 
Would much rather be, the kind that takes lightly, the curves
Thrown by life, throughout the day and the nights
Whether its dark of its light, I keep my pride
My dignity, justified, but still inside, there’s a war raging
On the outside, things are moving feelings constantly changing
The choices we are facing, make us stronger by the minute
The decisions that we make are lead by the internal spirit
You feel it and believe it, no matter what if may say
Guiding our hearts through the hardships of each day
Forever there’s anger, but through the spirit, it slowly fades away
And makes happiness stay, unexpectedly, the joy strays
And again, the anger replays
Despite war and anger, the spirit is strong
The very thing that keeps us holding on
Holding tight, the character if unfolds
The pride defeat brings, loud and so bold

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Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.

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For Gaza

It’s not a Hollywood
Movie show.

Fire-rain showers so
Blood flows through
the furrows.
All the tender
plants are parched.
Reapers in the
military uniform
celebrate the
cruelest harvest.
Their guffaws fall
near our blank 
ear-drums. Even
Satan sobs 
sitting in a nook of
the world.

This is a new make
of cruelty,
perfectly senseless.
Great army! 
Their tanks and they
move to 
shatter the cute
toys. It’s heroic 
indeed! Each war
remained widows 
and orphans – no
need of such 
anxieties here -it’s
 a true
None can mold that
cruel adjective,
even if you melt
and all such words
in the dictionary,
for human history to
qualify it.

Shells canker the
petals of childhood.
Innocence is drowned
in blood.
Spring is uprooted
from the lap
of Gaza, whose
tap-root seeks 
for a drop to

Where’s my half
naked father
to say ‘No’ ?
Alas! My mother is
blind and deaf.
And her tongue is
The world around is
in hibernation.

Forgive us, sweet
the sense frozen
 perform the tragic
and we are mere

Forgive us, gentle
the chief of the
blows his pipe
again, we
have decided to keep
from his sight.

(It is not against
any particular race
or religion It is
for the world to
respond against the
massacre of innocent
children and women
in Gaza. Kindly
spread the message
of peace)

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The Parable of Peace

This time no yellow paint marks the shape
And yellow does not mean coming home again
My eyes were red
Before the sun left the silver noon's height
Red flowed in a rivulet
From the bullets point of entry
And draw upon the ground a pattern of death.
I read murder in it
A cruel act of inhumanity that must be repaid in kind
To deter the rampant impugnity.
This anarchy is too much now
All creation is to be undone by  it
Unless reversed
By the diminished power of men to kill.
Two waves, opposite in direction only
Disintegrate in form and will
The horror on the ground before me.
And if you make weapons
You too have the same intent
And only with your demise is the earth content.

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Ricochet-- a collaboration with the Dashing David Williams

In a war long since forgotten,
the memories come raging black...stealthily,
                                                      in the silence

We envy their perfect aim,
a bull’s eye to the mind, assaulting the soul, making it yearn...Search 
amongst an impoverished scenery 
that’s seemingly devoid of reason...of heart, yet rich, so rich with blood.

Receding for miles on either side
lies hope—gasping, waning, dampening scorched wounds. 
...A sea of narrow lonely monuments
remain stoic. Waiting like dominoes, for peace to finally fall on them.

Again, thank you very much David for offering to help me by giving me these wonderful & inspiring lines to work on, you are so sweet and thoughtful to do so, :D. I don't think I could've come up with these lines right now if it weren't for yours...

David wrote the odd numbered lines, I the even numbered ones
 (ok umm, the 2nd line counts as one line up to "silence", hehehe)

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A Low Church

“All war is a deception”

The day was chilly and dark
Low clouds hung over the sun
A low church stood a silent witness
To the raging sea and surf
Past its bent arch, darkness reigned
A candle lit slowly by the priest.
One by one the faces come to light.
Amused bronze. Smiling stone. Unsurprised.
For a time the length of that candle
gesture after gesture revives and dies.
Stance after lost stance is found
and lost again.
Who was that, you ask.
The saviour, the son, the priest replies.
A sceptic candle coughs.
I count the angels on the wall
And mother Mary’s soft tears
As all around the war rages
You come out in the dark sun
And find the children playing the game of death


By Tahera Mannan

For constance’s “The Church by the ocean” contest

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Pixel Wars

Tingling toes
of the megabyte cavalry
callouses scraping
along private roads
Cascading matrices
on the plasma periphery
peasantry bleating
on official commands
Stewing a cauldron
a festering foment
watering nations
from acid-soaked cans
say the oracles
so buying a check
but electing the cavalry
leaves the infantry wet

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The various shades of yellow and orange of a napalm blast,
the dark grey plumes of smoke from burning jungle underbrush,
the shiny silver jets blasting away at the enemy,
the army green helicopters bringing in reinforcements,
the bright red blood of wounded comrades,
the brown wooden stock of the M-14 rifle,
the glistening gold bugle sounding taps for fallen buddies,
the colours of war seared in my mind forevermore.

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Stars Splash

The sea had climbed the mountain peaks,
And shouted to the stars
To come to play: and down they came
Splashing in happy wars.
Gilbert Chesterton 

Stars Splash

Fire and water 
cancel one another
And I am flesh in
the splash of elements
not worn down by centuries
but able to soar the stars

Earth and wind will 
claim me
Scatter me on the sea
dying for a war
cell by cell
When all that is gone
battle by battle
Then will I be free?

Where seas, fountain
once more, through
a rain of stars.

 Suzanne Delaney

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The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.


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The "Little boy" came that day.
The  bomb bay doors edged slowly open.


Their fiery hairs wisped upwards
like folding formations of molten hot rock.
Their faces and skin
melted into the carbon backdrop.

The Geiger counter crackled under the strain,


Thousands upon thousands
of ash laden souls floated gently to the ground

“Enola Gay” changed its heading 
and made its way home.

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Animal Rights And Terrorism

Where are the animal rights people
when it comes to the raghead nazis
of the Islamic State in Syria and Iraq?
No donkey, goat or sheep is safe
from mass rape from these loathsome
devil worshipping rat bastards.
Now that there are over thirty thousand
of these murdering brain dead dumb asses
running around in the desert over there
they have branched out to raping other
four legged creatures including
horses, cows, dogs, cats and even pigs.
Speak up for the persecuted animals
of Syria and Iraq all you bleeding hearts
from the free world nations of planet earth.

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Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs 
through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water 
far below through a gap in the clouds. 
Missiles hang under delta wings 
ready for instant launch when an enemy 
is spotted across the distant sky. 
An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess 
and the power of a god, this is a thing of mans own creation 
yet almost with a life of its own and an electronic soul. 
Radar eyes see a hundred miles and infrared sensors scan 
the icy cold sky, fuel drinking engines push Mach2 forth 
onward and upwards to the battle area, the whole sky. 
Night falls and stars glint like diamonds on black velvet, 
light years distant. A faint glimpse on the radar, 
a skin paint tens of miles distant, missile seekers focus 
a needle of energy. Enough! 
A white incandescent light and a whoosh of flame 
and the missile is on the way, out of sight in seconds, 
a faint glow dimming. In an enemy cockpit a similar scene 
is being played out in this high tech duel of chess. 
Rapid manoeuvres to defeat the devil’s missile 
and maybe a chance to meet him if you fail. 
As  g-forces crush you and the stars go vertical 
do you think of your wife or pray you can win 
this dangerous battle where you are meant to be the best? 
War in the air, ruthless and utterly cold blooded 
eight miles above the earth.

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 for me i still have the war within
 a fight that was not mine to hold
 i should rejoice for our side won
 but left some brother and sisters
 in the cold flag draped boxes cold
 put down my rifle, helmet, boots
 married but the war was still going
 the battle ground bloodied with scars
 bullet riddled lies booby traps of deceit
 she has to sleep with the enemy me
 put to rest my bloody fatigues
 take away the war in me
 help me be the man i should
 and over come the pride i could
 remember those who paid the price
 who won't come home
 memorial day i lay it down
 no more fight no more gun
 just remembering the ones that
 didn't make it home

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Fruitless War

our lamb has finally flashed his mane
crashing through the Bush
into the Armageddon plane,
tail twitching slashing fangs-

he's going to liberate a people shrouded in our blood
clean up those weapons of mass destruction
make an oasis out of glass oasis theology

that open palm has turned into s fist...on a dime...on a dollar
over the top of a barrel of sweet crude
to prove you're not a ***** like those tea partiers think you are

you're the lion president, 
feeding our enemies
while our children go hungry
its been a hot summer,
did you know our schools don't have air conditioning
but i'm getting off topic....fruitless war
your biggest date
leaky intelligence
trigger finger
eagle eyed bombs
charring children 
lamb to lion
on a dime
on a dollar
over a barrel of bitter sweet crude...
now i'm Censored
I could give a *hit
let the truth clear your opaque transparencies...
the pinkies are laughing hysterically
tea anybody?

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Not Giving In

Behind truth you can decide
Where the clay is set in 
As clouds are in circles above the world
Setting eyes upon prices missing
Manipulated society onward to destruction
No one listens but the rules and programs for our minds
Since birth we are the machines
Those who dare go against the current
Extinct they become
Names with no leads
Do we know better?
Or rather know less?
Like numbers in our heads
Changing seasons to the like of the system
This is no rebellion
Is not the exact war settled against 
Is just the fact no one puts their eyes out

As we march to the chambers
Where the sky is set clear for our eyes
But fire rains outside the tower
Like an eye set on our every movement
Isn't that the number we're given from birth?
Nothing we try
Can change the fact?
Have the world tried to go against holding hands
Side by side on the march to take the power beneath our sin's?
Haven't seen war or peace
But death and clairvoyant diseases are well settled
Is there no more man to stand their own grounds?
Where have the women's with authority fallen from?
Inside vile's the idea remains
Ashes we inhale to be programmed for control
Im not planning to change anything with the words I may place upon a paper
For I am no one
But I pity the world inside my mind
As I can see through 
But cannot lead the remains to restore

Are there any more grounds to step in?
Why do we as human must be concealed from truth?
Things we shouldn't know?
Aren't they human too?
Because a profession is well made?
I don't swallow what I don't like
Man is made to lead
Women is made to lead
Or is there any difference in the ideals of one another?
Can someone speak up for anyone in this days?
Or is it made by mute emotions?
Everyone holding up to the little they can make
As those which have the world on their hands
Few wishes to know what an emotion is
While the rest manipulate us with the green on our number
Im no anarchist 
Im not godless
I just know I have rights to speak
Because there's no place where my democracy cannot hail high
For I am free and of course I accept if they want to kill me
Is not having mercy or just destroying what is already in control
But making things right
People over the whole world make revolution
But they failed for the lack of hands raising fists 
Is it fear running deeper than blood?
Or just blood cursed by the same system?
Can someone explain a bit?
No one does
They just get born, programmed and be utilized 
Then die and decompose in time
Think through
Is it worth it?

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Water Fountain Sculpture

multi-cultural mecca
Farmers' Market at the United Nations Plaza,
San Francisco

water fountain sculpture
misting through the
jazz audience at lunchtime, 
during the weekday summer concert series

poetry gives me new eyes
situated right in front of my 
heart ~ sigh

A wiley seagull bathing
under a pressure close to a full
blast, water sculpture mist curls my hair

And I forget the littered alley I walked through
a second ago

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National Anthem USA

"National Anthem USA"
Hands to hearts with baseball capped compassion 
We swear on a timeless treasure of freedom
Asking new artists every time to hit the tender spot of America
They beg for the chance to sing the Francis Scott Key to our hearts
Rebellious revolutionary days forced us to face
The king of England, most taxing on our troubles
A tumor so ugly and far away from the truth
He was growing ever more malignant

With every year of passing this country grew more proud
Endearing us to older countries we certainly had to prove ourselves
Throughout tumultuous efforts 
We fought on this land and others

From the souls who struggled with hand packed gunpowder and bullets of balls 
To the men who survived amputation and the casualties of consequence
M.I.A'.s and P.O.W.'s in Vietnam with green turtle shells on head, they fought like dogs 
Tags to remind us are plenty because freedom is not free 
Semper Fi sweet marines

And for new lands so vast, they were to become the new states
Of mind for auspicious entrepreneurs who knew the greatness
We were blessed with the new land to our west 
Exploring revelry which led us to find the other shining sea
Gold made us rush while liberty allowed us to stay

Settlers moving west across the nation brought much trepidation
But nowadays we have a future to forage for the best it has to offer
As we dine on democracy from the plate of our predecessors
Begun with the melody that makes people goose bump  
The Star Spangled Banner

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50 Years-Korean War

Published by Poetry Explosion of PA
In Loving Memory of my Dad, Peter J. Mariotti
He left this world on May 9, 2011.  I miss him so.

50 Years-Korean War

		Dad, you were one of the foot soldiers,
		When the Korean War began,
		You were among the many to fight
		In this foreign land,

		You went bravely into battle,
		Because our country told you to go,
		You didn’t ask any questions
		You just went to fight the foe,

		North Korea was Communist,
		South Korea was not,
		The country had been split
		After World War II,
		Now American boys were fighting
		On Korean soil,
		The South Koreans needed help from
		The Red, White and Blue

		Dad, you were a hero,
		You served our country well,
		Now after 50 years
		You finally were able to tell,
		The story of your war
		And the misery you saw,
		The Korean War had been forgotten
		But now at long last,
		It will be remembered,
		As an important part of our past.

		Love always

		Celine Rose Mariotti

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All but Few

The aggress surrenders
But death lingers
Impeded by damned souls
Clutching to their final breath

The flailing limbs
Now lethargic
Severed, scattered
Men languished
Not by will, but war

A storm of clouded judgement
Summoned by the tyrannic gods of war
With cryptic intent
But greedily akin
Riddled beyond sin

A relentless hail of gore
An ocean for pawns to drown in
And the kings with battleships
To rule absolutely
Remorseless beyond doubt
Or second thoughts

Behold the mighty catharsis
Cleansing of the weak armed,
The weak willed,
The weak minded,
Blindly follow the call
In hopes of glory
Or in a mindless delusion of good will

Hopes and dreams gone amiss
A lingering kiss
From those who care
Does he dare
To kiss back?
Was he not already dead
The moment they lied to him?

What good is living free,
Without a life to lead?
Freedom from this cursed realm
Full of pain and grievance
Is that what they spoke of?
Freedom of a kind
But not near as welcome as the other

All but few, cease to live
Those who yearn to live
The man who cherish thy loved ones
And hold them close
Need not be sad nor morose

And they be not cowards
For the braver man fights his anger
And sees from other eyes
Unbeknownst to him

He listens to reason
Not accuse brothers of treason
Or cowardice for doing what is true
Would you?
For a wise man once said
“No”, and lost his head

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God, Help My People

War…the stench of death
How long?
How long will it fill our nostrils?
How long will the mothers cry
And babies die?
How many times will our young men
Be snatched away?
Their future riddled with shrapnel
Jagged metal pieces that ricochet
Into the hearts of those around
Tearing into dreams, and hopes
Gouging out promises of a better life
A future

How long….how long will the sound of war
Fill our ears with horror?
How long must we cower
As the powers that be 
Play chess with our lives
A game in which 

There is no First World
Second World 
Third World price tags on human life
“I thought we all were children of GOD.”

The ravages of war live on
We are never the same
Walking wounded
With ugly scars that you see
And those that you can’t see
Are even more horrific
As they mark our marred minds
Showing we are insane
In constant pain
There is no gain
From WAR

Give us peace!
Give us a chance to live!
Like you….
We were made to be free, happy, fulfilled
We want to dream
We want to worship
We want to see tomorrow

Help us....

“I thought we all were, children of God.”

Eileen Manassian Ghali

The situation in the Middle East is volatile at the moment. Perhaps that is why the words of this song from Disney’s Hunch Back of Notre Dame, God Help the Outcasts, has been running around in my head all day. It depicts SO well my feelings towards the situation now. The sentences in quotation marks and the title are direct quotes from the song. Here is the link…LISTEN TO IT…and remember your BROTHERS AND SISTERS in the MIDDLE EAST who are not sure if tomorrow will dawn for them!

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Men of War

Teach not the little children war
Impede them not to learn my law
lest my wrath with fierceness come upon you

See innocence in confused eyes
Saddened, scared, these be deprived
and cannot fathom that which they must view

How long would last your power sought
when land and blood be brought to naught
Oh men of little faith

Consider ye the children's minds
to reinstate of love divine
lest darkness prevail at your gates

Surely all shall lose the fight
who trust alone in human might
forsaking righteousness and peace

What god speaks into your ear
to motivate unto despair
and destruction to increase

Fear, each of you, from every side
There is no place for souls to hide
not to escape the face of the Almighty

Though martyr's cries do reach my throne
they shed not blood as were their own
thus, listen to your hearts, Oh men misguided

For all upon the earth shall see
that bond and free shall bow the knee
and proclaim that Jesus Christ is Lord

And if this faith men can concede
you all become the promised seed
of righteous Abraham

Wherefore then the battle's gain
If all have access to attain
who dare lift arms against his brother

Listen therefore not to deceit
Let your inheritance be meet
as to children who give honour to their mother

Oh men of war, your weapons yield
Replace with my well beloved shield
that your victory be the glory of the living God...

Galatians 3: 28-29:-  There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, 
                                   there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.
                                   And if ye are Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs
                                   according to the promise.

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New Age Chemical Warfare

Memory, oh sweet memory, 
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.

Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart palpations, and more, begin slowly.
From whence comes your sweet deception?
My bones ache and I cannot breath in life's memory.
Lost in my own fantasy with dizziness.
Imagining a chemical warfare against the masses.
Common folks like you and me but subjugated peons.
Mushy brains found among the young and innocent thin.
Excite my brain with your pondering, my muse.
To you, I owe this mysterious inkling.
A powerful infiltration, a plan concocted by the enemy.
Chemical warfare on the home front, disguised as pleasure.
Marketed among the unsuspecting –

Aspertine is thy name oh great deceiver
In the name of sweetness, mental acuity dies.
Freely given to the soldiers in Desert Storm, diet soda! 
The Plan: Conquer a great nation from within.
Infiltrate every aspect of life in a well-laid plan.
Thus, food and drink may lead to a nation's folly.
Slowly slipping away our freedom to be US. 
Quietly.  Unobtrusively.  Ingeniously.  Irreversibly!
Joyfulness, visit me; remove this pain for it is great.

Chemical warfare kills.
Sometimes, we close our eyes.
But we must not.
Lest it becomes lethal to our free nation –

© March 17, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Et cetera Free Poetry 
Sponsor:  Debbie Guzzi


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On appreciating sacrifice

The young lieutenant's uniform pressed and fit; a second skin he was young; strong, as once was I On his face the surety of innocence, it set his jaw, as mine had been back when good and bad were well defined. In the airport, where we met, inquired he of my service the boarding call disrupted my reply. "as a thank you for your service we will board our soldiers first." He stood to the applause of those nearby. Conflicted, I stood with him; forced my hands together as I thought about a briefing; South East Asia, Sixty Nine "Don't go home in your uniform, its best to change to civies. boys, this isn't something you have done, its just the country's mood." Faces of the dead came back from where I had them deeply buried. To rail against the irony unknowingly displayed. Enveloped in their bitterness I pocketed my hands. Yet, I knew I should be thankful the country finally found the will to separate the soldier from the war But forty years of silence wields cynicism's sword; vague crusades abandoned; honor still in question The spectre of a bloody flag in its time would touch us both different lands, each passion stained. Yours bellows, a cacophony; bugles known to me as mute. ...yet I applauded a coward to my own belief: the day will come your quest requires some willing men to hold that flag aloft! I bid you well lieutenant, for I surely know your sacrifice better than this airport crowd, perhaps, better than you. And forty years from now should you come upon a soldier, I will pray you can applaud him without anger.

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I heard the owl call my name

I heard the owl call my name,
like a backbeat in a child's voice,
etched in shadows of a father's grave,

lonely echoes on a frosted night...

at dawn I'll be immortal again,
renewed by a workaday 
and the frigid fiscal year,

my soul stays leafless in damp moonlight...

do we end days defibrillating 
in hospice and parchment or
under foreign suns twitching and fluid,

while kestrels dive as doves take flight...

why only in the dark hours,
the soul's midnight,
can we see farther, deeper,

nightdreams wander like a restless wight...

experienced or just imagined,
dreamt but never realized,
conceived yet unexecuted,

an inner eye begs keener sight...

as yellow eyed and dark skinned children, 
play with tattered banners,
laughing at rusted armor, bleaching bones,

and history cries that might makes right...

as I, stale pilgrim of no progress,
catch faint odors of war,
in the molded root cellar of my mind,

as hope catches wind like a child's kite.

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I'm not sure how youre going to lead your people to salvation
gang bangers holding the bag, perpetrating violence
i can't help what i think about that predicament
blackmailed, or all rap artists truly do like being the figure heads 
of community terrorism
fighting for their rights throughout history
just to throw it all away
raised to believe they were the only ones whose legacy is a nightmare
but they make money rubbing their guns and drugs in our face
selling other people to blackmarkets for slavery
to make more chemicals

I truly hope you take this opportunity to lead your people in the right direction
to truly be able to find themselves
i'm only one person on the outside looking in
i just truly dont believe all those money making rap artists
truly desire to continue the cycle of violence
i myself believe some sick racist paid them to throw themselves away

Drugs and guns
\kids killing kids
something has to be done
and why your people are the ones representing this
I truly believe another black man can encourage his fellows of skin
to see the bright side, work on solving the problem from now on instead of making it worse

I can't handle much more of this
seeing people fight for their rights
and lose to themselves again
being part of the solution of the problems they are soo upset about
is more understandable than being paid to be the front lines of genocide
and continue the never ending cycle of hate and confusion
I'm not fooled by what has happened to them, and what is
but change is inevitable, solving their own problems they probably were entrapped with

War crimes on both sides
the black and white
minds cornered by previous experiences just want to end this nightmare
or maybe i'm wrong
maybe the racists over there are right
maybe they didnt see how someone made them think one thing
and used violence to enforce actions cornering the hate again
in the end war crimes on both sides
i just urge you to find a solution to this
i myself am tired of the psychological fight of a futile civil war 
engulfing both sides of the unfortunate paradox
its harder than you realise to see through it
its harder not to get wrapped up in my own emotions of the past that was and the present 
that is

Manipulative people brainwashed the innocent
and then used violence against your people to prove that they are justified
its a sick game obama
its disgusting and the streets of your own society need a solution to a dirty trick

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propaganda the ultimate weapon

In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.

Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing  troth of profits

from which they feed.

The real enemy is not
The man women or child
on the street
but Satan
through the powers that be
that lurk in the shadows
in obscurity.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014.March.

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Grief Enough to go Around

Just like you to make a last minute date,
leaving me a quickly scribbled note,
before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election--
I remember you snapping it apart 
when you found out your man lost.
I laughed at you peering through your old bifocal glasses,
frame twisted awkwardly, 
making you look somewhat frog-eyed.

"Let's see that production you mentioned.
Meet you at 7:30, the Lyric; dinner afterward."
I did an "Oh, goodie!" and left for work.

You never arrived; cell phone going straight to voicemail. 
I stared at the playbill, September 8, 2001,
gave up and drove home, worried . . .

The police found me here,
telling me the details in their flat, official way;
three days later, your funeral . . .
a whole world grieves with me 
for today American changed,
today, everything changed .  . .

October 3, 2014
For Chopped contest
Sponsor, Craig Cornish

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Human Nature

When chaos brings civilization to its knees 
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse 
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need 
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature

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Closer to the Killing Fields

Quite often I catch myself 
Watching old movies
About America’s great wars
And find myself humbled and awed by the sacrifices
Of so many countless souls. 

Since our War for Independence  
America’s been engaged
In one momentous battle after another
Which some have argued and always will, 
That some of these have been for ill-gotten gains
And needless blood was spilled. 

Never the less, I readily confess
I’m envious of our heroes
Who fought and died 
While others have survived
With deep seated wounds and scars
That may never heal.  
One can only imagine how 
They must think and feel.

And although I also did my duty 
For many years in uniform;
Never once did battle find me, 
My mind or body torn. 

For which I’m thankful beyond measure
And yet wishful I might have been
Closer to the killing fields
Like so many other good men.  

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Fatal Awareness

Bang, Bang, Bang 
The cracks in my ears 
Run,run,gone the silhouette of my peers 
My boots are sandals of mud, moulded like baked pastry 
Time, time, time, was the beating of my thought 
March, march, march, were my orders of before 
Now the battle smoke has cleared and my heart can feel no more
Strains of my friends leave memories upon this ground 
Like ripped soggy tissue, all around 
And I am alone, too scared to make sound 
Too much realization too young to know 
What things I could be doing and what things I should bestow  
What sights I should of seen and what has tarnished the in-between 
The passive reacting cold has taken my future, blemished the soul 
Young,young,young was the age of us all 
Kill, blood, kill was all we had in store
Rapid swirling deaf I see the blood inside
I’ve taken one round and I’ll never survive 
I can see a rain drop roaming down this rock 
It’s the last vision to understand this life I still have got  
It’s harmonic stature it’s peaceful rot 
And here is my end I cannot grip a stare 
I cannot effort my fingers I know I must be dying, seconds to bare 
I don’t know what to do but I am not crying 
It’s getting hard to breathe I cannot feel my toes 
I can hear my mother calling, I muster a smile 
I am surrounded by the loved ones escalating mile upon mile 
A final push of effort understood as folly
Yawn, gasp, then death has taken me to dark 
I’ll miss a many faces; I’ll never ride my bike 
I’ll never kiss those soft lips or feed a little guy 
I’ll never enjoy those things I’ve always lived to buy 
And I’ll never know the future as I am far too young to die 

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No Butterflies in the Ghetto

six million stones
a railroad car streaked red
a thousand astrodomes
swollen with dead children
the population of houston
dallas wiped out

ugly striped prison uniforms
signifying captures and escapes
martin luther as a bigot
bonhoeffer as a hero
dying days before the

faces from rwanda darfur
signaling the continuance
of a tradition of genocide
a danish fishing boat
hiding neighbors in a
fake bottom to escape
a wicked storming

the pictures of happy
proud loving families
bludgeoned in broken glass

a soft cloth golden star
like a slave branding
pulsating with hatred and
judgement harsher than
the ornate letter a for hester

1500000 butterflies
sewn drawn carved
the children who lost 
their lives in the 

"Butterflies don't live in here, here in the ghetto" Pavel Friedman, April, l942

Written after a visit to The Holocaust Museum of Houston

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Riding through the walls of my brain.
A non-perfect symphony 
Slides through the edges of my hand.
Did we forget?

Sengbe Pieh:
Bound by blood and sweat.
Your fate was doomed the day you were born.
Sold out by one of yours;
Your tears never seized to dry.
A foreign tongue you were forced to endure.
A way of tyranny you never knew
Beheld your being was, worse than death itself.
We haven’t forgotten.

Queen Mother Yaa Asantewaa:
Your bravery meritorious.
An army of struggle you had.
An amount of time you were in glory.
A seed you planted, easily dispelled.
Disposed from your own soil.
For a cause worthy.
A death of shame you encountered. 
We haven’t forgotten.

Queen Nanny:
An uncanny name that was.
Betrothed from your own land.
Holding the heaviness of your heart you toiled.
Change? You channeled your fears to win.
Refuge you offered in a land, foreign.
A culture you were forced to create.
Nevertheless you fought a good war.
We haven’t forgotten.

Carlota Lukumi:
For a shilling you were taken as a child.
To smear the buttocks of those;
Whose hands were too precious to travail.
Your voice was supressed to bark anger.
The drums of your motherland dawned your eardrums.
Your hands traversed for an uprising.
Like a savage dog, they tortured you to your grave.
We haven’t forgotten.

Nehanda, Nyakasikana:
For decades you lived for counsel.
A counsel for those weary and depressed.
But a war you never perceived. 
Brought about the doom of a country.
You readied our chiefs for a war lost.
A war that led to the demise of a great counsel
We haven’t forgotten.

Vesta Sithole:
Our unsung heroine.
Reverend Ndabaningi Sithole
Our unsung Hero.
You gathered a nation’s party, for change.
Went beyond boarders.
Belief of freedom in our own land you thrived.
No tribe should be made elite ahead of another, you preached.
We haven’t forgotten.

We haven’t forgotten.
Our roots are bared deep in our heads.
Ida B. Wells once said:
“The way to right wrongs, 
Is to turn the light of truth’
Upon them”
Our generations will be forever reminded.
Our Grandchildren will know. 

Our unsung heroes.
We thank you for the truth you raised.
Our minds are full of songs you praised.
Like loyal dogs we will forever bow.
Our heritage is in our roots.
The will of humanity lies in the very soil you toiled.
Our hearts will forever reciprocate the hurt.
And forever enjoy the happiness.
We haven’t forgotten. 

© Herzel Poshiwa 

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A Poet At It's Best

Victory is of thought, 
Wonder is to conclude, 
And mind is self of meaning.

Figuare of shame of ages, 
Of war gamers, 
Turn me to the biliogocal sense.

What do it stand in age of reputation action, 
Like loud launch and recoop, 
Like a view on a computer, 
Of the daily paper, 
Turn and turn and look at it at different angles. 

As you look you see the argues, 
Arguer Becoming  the accureted, 
Words come from the definetion and stand for what? 

Self domination is a world class joy it self, 
Put what do the people have to say or stand, 

Turning to Pages to Ages, 
Yet still unreverse, 
Just love for lust.

Aquistiones as in sound waves, 
Proquereel as in a whistle, 
Tears  amptitude as a newsends.
Is this truely my generation, 

Out of my element I seek to write.....

My ancestery didnt struggle for me not to toss and turn, 
and found words to say, 

To Richard Wright, Emmel Till, Raplh Ellision, 
Buffalo Boys that never menton and to the new school philosophy that makes a stand this one is for you.

To the Acts in the constiution, 
still under water have or have not been written.
Class of one, The Drean Act, 
The Patriot Act, Tea party act, 
and the safety of school rules, we move with you.

As you note the revelation is fill with poems...

That lead to poltical activistm, 
In the minority neighborhoods.
That branches to something bigger then you, 
I call it success.

To the million  man march and 
resurces to affirmation action and
many links in school that was lose of  tell, 
such as the vietnam war why was it resurrectioned...

Business and politcals is two different things, 
To mY  generation, 
Add to fact it is our generation.

When will it be 'our time' to S-P-E-A-K! ! ! !

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The Forgotten Voices

The date
July Twenty Eight
The year, 1914
The War which we feared 
It began, something we could not foresee
This date, still haunters me
To this very day
Those bewailing screams
And those traumatic scenes
Words to do not to justify 
The violence I've seen
Those images cemented in my brain
I still have those vivid dreams 
From what took place 
That no matter how much gin
I drink it will not go away
I pray for forgiveness for my sins
For those i killed in the war
My families even more distraught
This carnage i couldn’t bare 
A pray to him up here, make it back from the war
I shed blood sweat and tears for my brothers 
Living in pure darkness for so many years
Barbaric injuries that cant be Unseen
Blind to the cold war's corruption
And the overwhelming destruction
The hellish scenes, the smell of death
The air breathed in and breathed out
Men bleeding out, guts open on show
From the broken torsos
Broken bones
I tried i to heal him
Whilst in the mist of the battlefields
I cant see him breathing
Tranquility masks over him
Hes close to leaving 
Hes dying right next to me, I blamed me
We were meant to be a team
He went charging out ahead of me
He was only young, he was was like my son
The fight with death that was the battle
A brave soul but looking back at him
Was the darkness of gun barrel!
I failed him as his sergeant
And as his farther!
I couldn’t look at his broken carcass
And my pain bleeds 
Eternal may he rest in peace
That day will be remembered with me
Taken to my grave
Trapped in hell my tombed sealed
But I'm still awake
My eyes still twitching, they flicker
I'm itching to put the gun 
To my temple and pull the trigger
To ease the pain emotionally and physically
Get out of this hell hole instantly 
We cant we have more love and peace!
7 million civilians deceased
Bodies piled up in a heap
My gun wound though my leg 
Reminds me of my narrow escape of death 
As i stick my fingers in pulling out the bullet 
Through sheer will power and adrenaline i manged to do it 
As the blood oozes I'm losing too much
When we it stop 
It ensues blood
My life flashes I'm doomed
Must I stop thinking I'm a useless solider
I still have both my arms
And firearms 
In my holster,
Bomb blast off just over my platoon
My brothers fatal wounds 
From there firearms
Bleeding out hes dying in my arms! 
And theirs nothing i can do!
Go for cover dragging my brothers limbless body out fast
From the depths of despair 
Muddy helmet and bloody chest
My impulse to pull my trigger to revenge my brothers death
I clench my gun and come out screaming out of my trench
My ordeal
I wake screaming
My nightmare isn’t real
Gulp the vodka, numb the pain
The same nightmare again!
 Night after night day after day!
 I can still smell the scent of rotten-ting flesh
The only thing the war promised was death!
A minute silence for all those
Who died 4 years ago wont
Bring those broken souls home 
But with restore some hope
This war has finally fished today the date 
11th of November Nineteen Eighteen
A date that we be forever remembered
But even more traumatic than fortitude 
Was returning home too 
Loved ones and breaking the there bad news!
She asks you how did he die?
You say peacefully, you lied
We both know its not true
R.I.P Private Mathew Blue.

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A Price To High

With tears streaming down her face
A mother sits staring at a framed picture
Of a young man who answered the call
Wondering… Why my son? ...Why my son?

A young boy wearing a U.S. Army cap
Valiantly tries to fend off a storm of emotion.
Overtaken by grief he succumbs to the pain.
A down pour of tears flood his once innocent face
As he wrestles with the heart wrenching reality
Of his mom never returning home.

A tiny little girl pulls on the dress
Of a trembling teary eyed lady dressed in black
Standing next to a flag draped coffin
Asking… Where’s daddy mommy?  …Where’s daddy?

A proud Vietnam War veteran
With tears steadily filling his eyes
And a crippling wound to his heart
Shakily stands up on one prosthetic limb
To offer one final salute to his fallen son
With a hand above his brow he utters the words:
A price to high Semper Fi.                 

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American Soldier

The president extols his bravery,
praises his performance.
The media berates his mission,
questions his integrity.

His wife waits and hopes,
sends photos of the children.

Musicians write his story;
his mother prays for safety.

He dons fighting gear,
second nature to him now,
pushes away thoughts of home,
concentrates, focuses
on the present hour.

He's just doing his job,
defending the cause,
fighting for freedom.


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Thump Thump Thump

Thump, thump, thump,
I can hear the choppers
They are inbound
Med Evac
Another day in the bush
Another man down
I throw out a flare
It’s a hot LZ
Small arms fire
From a sniper
In a tree

Sitting in front of the TV
I watch the war
In full HD
I can see the fear
The talking heads
Say we are losing the war
The minds and souls 
Are not on our side
We are the invaders
Sent to enforce democracy
Not necessarily to practice it

Thump, thump, thump,
The mortar rounds closing in
Wish I were anywhere but here
Skipper looks worried 
As the radio squawks
Unfriendlies are inside the wire
Lock and load
It’s going to be a long night
I wish those talking heads
Were here to fight
Hope I’m still here 
At first light

I put on my slippers
And head off to bed
Not knowing the truth
But feeling so dead
Leeches and communist
Are sucking me dry
I wish Ho Chi Minh
Had never been born
Stalin and Hitler
Just bad dreams
From the blue
I sleep in a fog
Next to my dog
Outside my window
There’s a sound 
In the fog

Thump, thump, thump, thump …

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Anarchy On Our Hill

Watching through the 
A large-mouthed god 
flutters flag for the 
defeat in the ballot box 
And ordered the dove 
whose glory was stolen 
To seek haven in the 
external palms. 
What is constitutional 
When truth has assumed 
the statue of the sun? 
What has big brother got 
to do with crown? 
When in a decade of 
baptism of cords and 
Authorities were offered 
to worms of economy. 
Now to suck the 
dissolved in our 
Kwashiorkor as highly 
ranked officers gave us 
order to eat cherub. 
Are we truly humans 
When nutritionists have 
seen the real 
Power of mal-nutrition 
on our bony bodies? 
Many avatars of the 
globe with grid 
Have anthologized 
words of peace,
But our callous god 
configured ears to the 
rhythm of violence. 

Now poses death 
arrogantly at our door, 
beating his chest 
And showcases his 
desperation through 
anger-veiled youths.
The menace of 
stammering musket 
stings no more fear to 
their angry souls; 
Men whose chest 
vibrates, have fled to 
To indicate their choice 
of weapons from the 
ecclesiastics of death. 
Feeble women have also 
sought refuge to avoid 
the traumatic services of 
This anarchy positioned 
on our hill  
Roars laughter to our 
reverie of external aid. 
Another civil war bangs 
at our ant-devoured 
doors with ivory of hope.
On the rope of despair, 
we all swing and await 
the decision of fate.

Globe with grid-Symbol 
of UN
On the political crisis in 
Ivory Coast  from 
November 2110 to April 

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What Is War

What is war if not a culling of humanity;
a methodology guaranteed to impact growth 
preventing starvation in an overpopulated world.
What is war if not an investment in economics; 


a depreciable asset in accumulated loses.
What is war if not the nightmares of mothers 
who grieve for sons or daughters who suffer no

What is war if not the fuel that ignites passion
not extinguished by previous war, rekindled again.

What is war if not a culling of humanity; 
when extinction becomes evident.
What is war if not the end of humanity.

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A Mother Waits


A mother waits engulfed in quicksand 
surrounded by the persistence 
of sunrises and sunsets

Wandering          since departure
Rummaging        for answers 
not enough to soothe

And there 
his hollow chair like black granite
his hollow bed that smells of Axe

fishing rod, Maxim, guitar
a severe absence replete
with silence and prayers
           once were lullabies

Desperation is a grimace 
to uncork sleep
to squeeze wrinkles

A mother waits
with her tightly closed hands 
On the T.V., the war in breaking news
On the wall, shadows of Bushes
On the radio, Lennon 

a letter
a deflating no 
        unstoppable, everlasting
an endless abyss
        dripping, spattering, spitting rabies
a roar to nowhere
a lump 
        to release a creak, a crack,
        bitter yellowish-green nausea and dread and wrath and grief
a swirl
        to magnify, to drown  
        portraits, high-school books, stamps and hot-wheels
a ceremony
a flag
a hero
         not a son 
         never more

being away
    far away               
not complete
without her cord
engulfed in quicksand


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with shoes on feet

a grab-and-run pack
a small survival sack
with one set of clothes for spouse and self
passports, a file with just few mails
an old diary with addresses to contact
in England, Finland, and Switzerland

and some currency notes
couple of thousands
in rupees that does not stretch
like the American dollars
they were what i needed most

as the pogrom was in progress
in my Tamil homeland
while i always went to bed
with shoes on my feet

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Dreams sought


                                    A war inside must be fought
                                    to find the purpose of dreams
                                    Trying to put the lies behind and
                                     the truth be caught.
                                     Grasping for something, anything
                                     that will make sense.
                                     Inside her mind searches for everything
                                     but never finds anything.
                                     Exhausted from running the race meant
                                     to be won but always lost.
                                     Running to strangers but they do nothing
                                     but shun.
                                     Finally, the search is done after uncovering
                                     everything under the sun,
                                     She realizes and all becomes clear now that
                                     she needed not search for dreams sought,
                                     for she never had one after all.
                                     A war inside must be fought to find the 
                                     purpose of dreams sought.

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Not My Battle to Fight

There is a battle,
one that I tried to fight within.
I told God I loved him,
listened to His word,
always tried to apply it to my world,
but I always tried had this inner battle,
my war to fight.

It tore me up inside,
the war ravaged my organs,
each day I felt the need to die,
the battle was too hard to continue on,
I fell down on my knees,
I was never strong enough
to keep fighting each day.

I surrendered to the enemy,
said I can't take it anymore.
The battle was lost,
I just wasn't able to stand any longer,
the war was making me go crazy within.
I became a wanted slave to the enemy.
I fell deeply into his ways.

I sat chained to the wall,
a prisoner of my inner war,
but the battle was no longer going on.
I accepted my fate,
I would be there many years,
the battle was lost by me won by them.
I gave into this lie.

Something new came in one day,
a light overtook the dark cell I sat in,
it was too bright for me to truly perceive.
The chains fell off of me.
I fought for a bit,
yelled that I couldn't survive the battle again,
and heard a fierce whisper...

the battle wasn't mine to win.

As I sit back today,
I know there is still a battle,
it surrounds me each day.
But I crouch down behind the tree,
He is fighting for me.
I see Him look back on me,
his eyes smiling at me.

I hear his voice deep in my heart,
this battle was never yours to be fought.
Trust and believe,
step back,
let me take control,
I am stronger than you,
This battle is won by me.

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Journey to War

You are ready to embark on a journey.
A voyage destanation unknown!
Your mind is in a frenzy.  
But your worried about the things at home.
Your captain is calling.
The torment your hauling is more than a man
should carry alone.

Your journey is far and frightning.
you dare not close your eyes.
No fret my dear I'll still be here
When you dock your ship back home.

Keep your head low and watch you step.
My praires are with you and never regret.
You made a choice you felt was right.
Your family will pray. Your family will write.
We  will be there with you both day and nigtht.
In your heart is where I will be. 
To guide you through this war.
Your children and me.

I love my soldier!

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Sunken Eyes

The sallow faces of man
Sunken eyes, cracked voices
Unheard, unseen
Bound to the bidding of gold and paper.

Mangled carcasses
Harbouring far ends of this earth
Blood staining the hard, coarse tarred grounds
Screams of anguish disregarded.

Homes of green marred
As Bengals are stripped for their coat
Helpless beasts left whimpering
The barren land left behind destitute.

Two turns of a thousand
Now trains speed and towers are mountains
Still we slaughter our kind
Drag our feet along the paths of our sins

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Of War

Beyond the lush of emerald and dull gold,
thunder rolled and lightning struck;
the tangible barricades stood formidable in the field.
Near-silence caressed the heightened atmosphere,
the beating of hearts of the fervent yet afraid echoed like drums;
the intangible barricades of valour coalesced as one.
Beyond the mortars and muskets,
showers hailed over the land of blood and death;
the sheets of rain failed to damper the fortitudes.
The voice of the imperious rang with command,
and the calls for formation and speeches of honour delivered,
and a sliver of light penetrated the ink-black skies.

Beyond the forts of stone and grey,
the wild and fierce wind wailed;
the companies huddled with artifices in hand.
Prayers were uttered and crosses were made,
the air of the mid-day relished as if their last;
the troops then braved the front and fate.

Beyond the mines and smoke and dust,
the sounds of cannons fired thundered for miles;
the rain then poured once again.
And though the rain washed the blood and soil,
the memories of the sacrificed remained honoured;
and with another cry of attack, troops braved the front again.

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Something Evil

Tonight I sleep in the jungle
Jaguar’s creep through the bush
We have dogs to hunt them, but in the end they are no match
I pull my poncho over my head to keep the rain out
We are not hunting jaguar’s but men
The men are on ambush
Put in the field to destroy
A probe if you will
The jaguar is only hunting to live
As the night grows colder and the bugs increase their intensity
The roar in my ears becomes unbearable
Did something move in the bush
Was it a  taper or a spook?
My watch is almost over.  Do I dare go to sleep?
There is something out there and it is evil……. 

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The Newest Old Movement

We watched Frida Kahlo 
with our backs toward the rice fields
The monkey fits tightly to her breast, 
her right breast. A parrot 
on her left shoulder; two chatter-boxes that mimic
What if the wolves pull our wool over our eyes?

In lands where barbarians sacrifice youths for takings, the woman 
that speaks like a man wears the trousers in our houses
She muddled up many sharp wits, but not mine; 
I’ve seen the Adam’s apple
Why are we standing taller than our heroes, 
and what honor is a wheel-chair to a builder?

We‘ve seen Miss Kahlo these days, she believes she can 
paint a brighter picture. Her children are media fed, 
and far from initiative; they hunger to prove Marx’s theory, 
but are scared of the manifesto and the horror 
mushroomed by the monkey and the parrot on News at Ten
In George’s house, where some acquire the taste for caviar, 
a man is understood like Fidel if he argues for an amendment

When Frida went out for tea, and Donald considered running
From behind the white wall came the joke, and the four winds
were primed to laugh.  The monkey whispers lies to Sarah, 
and the parrot is frequent on the Oprah Show, 
Oprah, like Frida Kahlo, wears testes, 
not under corset but beneath Victoria Beckham

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ugly poem

broken glass world
pithed with black flags
madmen and misfits
where is our god in all this fantastic muck? 
Atop an out of touch mountain top...
salving wounds of savant sons

Far below all the rest,  flayed, salted 
mostly forgotten
our collective-depressive,monkey minds fleeing to
origami boats 
drifting upon shark finned ponds
flaming arrows line the shores
ribbed strays and one legged orphans
turning tricks for milk and crumbs, 
and the rustic prosthetic called 

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Snow in Poland

Snow falls on the brittle leaves of birch trees,
their branches miraculously overlooked by the December wind.
It makes a sound like the marching feet of scary Germans rushing through Poland.

Snow, mixed with freezing rain, 
falls hard on the roof of an unheated barracks in Auschwitz,
filled with men and boys in pajamas.
It sounds not unlike the far-off thunder of the radio in the commandant’ s house,
the angry voice of the Fuhrer.

Snow, descending from the sky like shaved ice, on a brittle day, 
5 maybe 8 degrees.
It covers the makeshift roadblocks in the streets of Warsaw, 
making little mountains — so pure on the outside but fetid, rotten, corrupt beneath the fine powder. 
This snow, 
this ice falling to the ground, 
sounds like Russian boots jumping over the mountains.

Rain in Gdansk,
a fine mist,
the smell of the sea.
It covers the streets, where men whisper things that will someday be heard 
and old women fall on their knees to pray the Rosary.
This rain,
it smells of freedom.

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The Big Picture

When standing in a foreign meadow
facing the end of someone’s rifle,
don’t think of me or your England
there is a bullet with a name on
made with pride; made with skill to kill; you,
and when you have indeed fallen
an unknown stranger will celebrate with joy
just another mother, father’s boy.
If for purpose a reason to be born
surely it is not to die for someone else’s cause,
if this poem does not quite make sense
then to die a young man neither!

The hand that guides then pulls the trigger; simply
just a servant of a mind, of a mind far bigger!

© Harry J Horsman 2014

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My shoulders are well oiled axles,
my fists are cannon balls

I am an uncompromised,
and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness

I am a statue of fastholding,
chiseled down from black diamonds by the strong hand of craftsmanship

I am chaos's more stable second cousin,
and favored uncle to the prodigals, the proliferates, the princes, and the prodigies

I am the lion's heart beat,
the war drum's sporadic syncopation

I am the wolf pack's collective sixth and seventh senses,
keen on the scent of blood, fear, and impending annihilation

I will not sway to the breath of your voice
nor will I stagger at the wind your weather weaves

Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused intolerance,
behind which is a wall,
and behind that wall,
an army

I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once 
should my name birth from your lips

I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles,
and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you 
ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour

I promise to empress upon you pressure,
of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution

But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo,
as you spiral downward into abysmal forgottenness

Now heed my words with intent lest you risk the fate of faded bewilderment

May God be my strength as I destroy you

Eviscerate you

Annihilate you

I will obliterate you until the only remnant of your very existence
is but a vague memory,

of a fleeting idea

in a dream

inside a dream

inside a coma.

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Returning Home

                                     They march to songs
                                           I didn't sing.
                                       and left behind a youth,
                                          I couldn't leave.

                                       Returning home,
                                          those stares of
                                        endless pains, of acts
                                             never taught.

                                        I'll never know those stories,
                                          that changed their being,
                                             never to be retold,
                                         out loud to others

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Hanging there, limp but clenched,
Muscles still inexplicably tensed,
To whom did the hand once belong,
Still remaining defiant and strong,
A mere piece of a person once there,
With the spirit of the revolution's flare,
And what now of the rest of that precious soul,
Whose dismembered limbs were left in the coal,
Of the fires that swept through and set to ash,
All that now has been lost in a flash,
And yet here is a shard of the spirit still strong,
A lone hand with the flag to whom all belong.

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The Whole Picture

We should not accuse all black people
We should not accuse all white people
We should not accuse all those in between the two colors
Of/for all big problems of black or white or those in between
Same perspective to/for countries, states, and governments
Same perspective to/for Buddhist, Christians, Hindus, Muslims or others  
We should not generalize and spread the lies
We should not overestimate nor underestimate 
We writers and speakers should specify the doer/s
Or keep our lips closed, not to add more to it
We had enough!
We should see the whole picture

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I pray for peace

blame, put the blame in perspective 
turn the tables a bit
switch seats for a minute
feel the heat on your chest 
bullets are flying,
who pulled the trigger??
was race an issue?
what lies are we all buying into...
the media only focuses on "what makes a good story"
there's always a victim,
the truth is never really clear
and usually its a one sided story.. its only one side that we hear
People take to the streets,
many overreact... 
and sadly crap hits the fan before they get the facts
who's to blame... who should be held responsible??
death.. destruction.. hatred overflows
As I sit here and watch the news
I pray for humanity all over the world... 
I pray for peace..
not just in my home... 
I pray for yours

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building my stolen empire out of loose ends: CRIME OF THE CENTURY

was this tortured victoms ground zero a lie?
were his 17 sites of an obsessive world peace nature proof in the pudding?
were the forgetfulintentions of poetrypoem helpful at all?
the life lesson of ressurecting three literary saviours and then slaughter them
how many witnesses
to this technicolor dream there to keep you living?

can you prove me wrong
that i just averted the holocaust?
was the confusion of this necisary?

from the homeless shelter starting over

the realisation of how many cities have already cried
not televised of their tears
the world sick with war

many affected in their own ways for their perceptions of a life they lived

back stab society
crime of the century

the story of a stolen empire
whoever they were
were going to bomb my city
whoever they are
have been torturing people
whoever they were
are going to lie through their teeth

deadlocked with confusion
sucked in with terrorism
and spit out as a peace keeper
sucked in with good intentions to aid survivors of tragedy and war
spit out as person with a soul

the crime of the century
classic con or not
the mixing pot society
that almost died
the mystery unravelling of me your allie
and you working for me
to kill worldly enemies
to play the game to get me laid
called keeping miserable happy

all the way from youtube's imcallingjapan
to an x tube music video
all the way from the governments of facebook

the pancake sting of the satanic community
walking circles downtown clapping chanting pancakes
family and friends waiting acting like strangers
someone starts making fun of this person
he yells you hate sex
family and friends start clappping and chat sex sex sex
then give a stranger a high five
and walk away under cover again

deadlocked earth
i have taken over this planet
its a thing
like the way to kill warpigs if they take over the police
called rap
to color code an ambush
you cant coordinate
but i can

the crime of the century of saving your life
yeah thats my empire of loose ends
the ones that changed your life
the ones that fit in the manners of me taking over the world

those 80 families with million dollar paintings
with poems assisting futuristic intelligence on the back
back stab society

i just took over the planet
like the porn industries game of hug all over the mediapope of twitter

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Pushed Too Hard

I am a gentle man, and I try with all my heart to love my fellow man and do all that I 
can, to help out and get along.  However, there are some men that no matter what 
you do will try to hurt and take advantage of you.

I am very patient, I give them every chance, I try to endure and show them love. I 
try to check my anger, turn the other cheek strive to be humble and meek.

There comes a time when all efforts have failed, when I've been pushed far too long 
and too hard. They think they can keep pushinig and  never let up.

The time comes when I've seen the light I put on my war face and prepare for the 
fight.  I give them fair warning they can clealy see the war paint on my face.

I may not win the battle this might surely be, but I will stand my ground, take their 
best and give back what they deal out twice. I may not win today or the next, but 
eventually I will win the war.

Listen to me brother and keep it in your mind, if you keep pushing people it could 
turn out to be your end.

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This is it, the visceral
A mud laden intention for the perfect
And the prefect knows we don’t deserve it
but in morning yawning I’m yearning
To sheen without the glisten
To be of worth without the wealth
To matter in spite of mass

Come sing in the keys of dandelions
and roar like the hidden root
I prefer to blacken my estate
than to yellow at the petals,
fixing myself for your taste
Somewhere in the dirt 
Some hand clenching at the shine
of the only future it deserves
is cut off
Someone picking up my charms 
Somewhere, far away
So far that in knowing these truths, it doesn’t matter
It has no mass
These are not atoms
This is only shape

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Silent War

There is a cold war waging deep inside of me.
What is thought, what is read.
Within my heart, within my head.
Waiting, debating, the moment to flee.
Each a sight not yet to see.
For both want to be silent, both want to be lead.
Raging, unchained chaos with no surrender to meet.
Battles fought in the eyes of unspoken enemies refusing defeat.
So tragic the day and night becomes-
when memories flash of needless hate.
Drawing the line in the sand, sanity succumbs.
Never ending torture arrives breaking the bones of fate.
Tainting, fainting, the depths of my soul.
A martyr to murder by the blackest hole.
Deep, deeper, as i drown within,
a sea of red comes rushing in.
Anchoring the mania lost in my mind.
Losing, choosing to numb my soul to a world cold, cruel and unkind.

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David Meets Goliath

     And David slew Goliath
       The goliath of his cares 
        A little lad he was in stature
         But a giant at heart he is 
          He steps up to mammoth trials
           His chest with armor bare
             Knowing a thrust from this giant
              Will through him run his spear
                But the giant hearted young lad
                  Stepped up with lack of fear
                   He knows his God is with him
                     And naught can he destroy
                      So bravely go he faces
                       Old Goliath and his spear
                        And conquer he did conquer
                         As with empathy we show we care

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Dien Bien Phu

Lessons learned
by first the Chinese
then France
and the Unites States...

Never underestimate
unconventional units
or guerrilla warfare
supported by regular units...

Dien Bien Phu
Bernard B. Fall
called it
"Hell in a very small place"
soon after 1954
America walked the "Street without joy"

The Viet Minh
attacking satellite positions
seven in all
such names as


General Giap
former school teacher
later besieged Khe Sanh
saved only by B-52 air strikes...

What men will die for
makes less sense
as time goes by...

Perhaps it is
the unspoken honor
among comrades
and brothers...

Still they soldiered on
60 years has passed
and around the world
the madness has grown...
~ ~ ~ ~

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Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.

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Another Zulu Dawn

(The Battle for Orgreave Pit)

Cries of Zulu as miners rushed the barricades
Truncheons banging against riot shields
A nation at war with itself
Men of South Yorkshire,
United in the right to defend their pit

Maggie’s the Caesar of capitalism
Her legionnaires bought with 30 pieces of silver
Brought from the four corners of this septic isle
To take away another man’s right.
To destroy his culture, his freedom, his way of life

A democracy of road blocks and strip searches
England for the few
While miners live on Pots of rabbit stew
Demonised by the elected south,
Propaganda their stew.

Orgreave, now a place of forgotten ghosts
And Coal the driver of this great economic power
All gone
Memories, now overwhelmed by the banks and the city

But power is fleeting, a house of cards
For they too have felt the wind of recession
So beware the hurricane, or you too might become extinct
And what Caesar will save you.

Footnote to this poem
This poem is about the Miners’ Strike, June 18th 1984
 As a young lad and bizarre as it may seem I played in a 5 a side football match at Orgreave Pit on this day.
My way was blocked by 1000s of miners and a cordon of Police blocking our access with barriers of Riot Shields.
We made our way to the front and asked a Policeman to let us through. To my amazement the cordon opened and we were let through. 

Behind us was a surge of Miners all shouting Zulu. It must have been a rallying call, for me it was a magnificent site, a place of community rebellion, a place to be proud of. In response the Police beat their shields with truncheons. The sounds were deafening,
From the sides mounted police horses galloped into the crowd causing miners to fall and split. This was war without guns. The Miners regrouped and the Cry of Zulu saw miners coming over fields and down the lane charging at the barricade of shields, the sounds of the clashes were unbelievable. At the end of the day I was coming home there were coaches of police holding up their wage packets  to the window at the remnants of miners now left, a final insult to the miners. None of this was reported at the time. 

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Man O War

If I were an animal it would be a horse, Man 'O War to be exact.
I could then answer the  question that the whole world wants to know,
 "Who was the fastest,  Man O War or Secretariat"?  

Being a human only gives me the ability to research and know
that the movie Sea Biscuit. while entertaining, was not authentic.
Movie makers claim Sea Biscuit was small when he took on 
War Admiral in the match race of the century (and won)! 
The truth is they were both the same size!

The aggravating part is the movie depicted Sea Biscuit
as being inferior to War Admiral and stated the Biscuit did not have good 
bloodlines.   That's a bummer, considering Sea Biscuit was Man O Wars grandson 
and War Admiral was his son!

I suppose you could say, "Well it's just a movie"!  When actually these two horses 
are our history.  Both gave our country hope in a time when America was in the 
Great Depression. Just as Secretariat,( who was on the cover of every leading 
sports magazine) and the only honest thing in the country, who gave us  "hope", 
during the scandals of Watergate and the Vietnam War. 

When Secretariat won the Belmont by 31 lengths giving him the 1973 Triple Crown, 
it was almost supernatural as if the Lord whispered in his ear , "GO"  and he went. 

Secretariat will be remembered as one of our nations greatest horses because  like 
Man O War and Sea Biscuit they gave us  "hope" and isn't that what life's all 

Contest: If I were an animal what would I be
Submitted by:  Judy Konos

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Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

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------Chem-Trails In My Sky-------

these are not the clouds we grew up with puffy plumes are gone with the wind these chem-trails are unnatural I miss the sky God made does anyone notice the sky is changing? can anyone look me in the eyes and explain? call me what you want, I deserve answers I am still breathing and refuse to believe I am alone I do not fear you but simply request knowledge greater than what's available You have hidden too long, (watching us from afar) but now nature has caught on to you bring that giant instrument you pluck and come out from your money pit hiding from human issues we need to address We the People are tired of the deception
My Entry for Nette Onclaud's SOUND MADNESS Contest, instrument -harp (this is an original piece unfortunately inspired by what I believe HAARP is doing to our beautiful Earth and her sky...Please research to connect your own dots)

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compeling leather's

At what cost rags to riches splashing blind falling in trenches                                   
Cladding poor country king’s taking the life of the owner                                                   
Will they come for yours Clicking to social dictated schemes                                              
They march no more                                                                                          
They walk no more                                                                                              
They dance no more                                                                                          
Millions of shoes entreated better they where kept out of the weather                          
Maybe to be a S.S. belt, sheath or hat maybe a child will walk                                   
Unknowingly a mile in my shoes the Lord knows their destiny                                            
Like high leathery hills in store kept so many feet out of the weather                            
Carnivorous minds eat up my people for my rags they contemplate                              
They lie in wait if they would have asked I could have given                                        
Two miles to late the atrocity millions of leathers                                                     
They march no more                                                                                            
They walk no more                                                                                                 
They dance no more  

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Messed Up World

 The world we live in is no joke.
 Everything we have is going up in smoke.

 The world's money is tight,
 foreclosures have no end in sight.

 Bankers gotta make deals
 Car makers can't grip their wheels.

 The world is at war and still there's no cure
 for cancer that knocks on our door.

 Our world is in trouble ,we need help on the double.
 If we don't stop now and throw in the towel,

 It isn't a joke
 that we'll end up in smoke.

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Scam of the Con Man

Who hasn’t heard of the Nigerian Letter or the Australian Lottery won?
So what about you’re kids in college… what for them is going on?

My son found a job posted on the University’s Nursing jobs bulletin Board.
Apparently several students applied to take care of an old man coming into town.
They were each approved separately, and then sent a check…
Plus a list of nursing supplies and a wheel chair they had to pay for and pick up.
Apparently, the place to work with had already been set up.
Once everything was paid for, they were ready for the job.

Instead all they got was their accounts cleaned out.
And the Nursing supplies were another part of the scam, my dear.
In the end the money they had was gone with everything saved from the student loans.

Now the problem was made and you know what? Guess who didn’t care?
The police, University, and bank said it happens all the time.
Of course they turned away saying it wasn’t their concern.
The bank told my son he owed $3400 more, even through he was the victim of the fraud.
The Banks fraud department yawned and said they wouldn’t look into what was done.
In fact, they were sending his accounts into collections to attack him even more.

Slough it off, and attack the victim, and of course none of them would do their work.
Mail fraud, money fraud, and con men involved… across state lines meant nothing at all.
Attacking the victim is not where the Banks, police, and university belong.
So let me tell you The States’ Attorney General is the next on the list.
The Attorney General and the Federal Government is where to go, my friend.
Don’t give up on the internet, there are help groups there, that abound.
Tell your children of the game… to keep them far away.

The bank wants my son’s next student loan money for collections on the debt…
And he will have to work full time at minimum wage to survive.
You might say everything at the moment… is truly upside down.
But we will fight unendingly… to straighten everyone out…

What a Christmas job deal breaker… and what a way to find out…

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The burn of peace

Who craves to consume it scorched?

Who wants to eat the burn of peace?

The bell is alarming but no baker cares

Worldly peace cries from hell in vain;

Who wants to eat the burn of peace?

Who wants it scorched ?

She is crying loud in Iraq and Syria

Her alarm is loud in Ukraine and Gaza

Her burn falling in Nigeria and Kenya

Worldly peace cries from hell in vain

Who wants to eat the burn of peace ?

Who wants it scorched?

Ash is burn, tear is here;

The cold ash of peace is sulphur ignited

Burning like furnace for iron and steel

Who is smoking cricket in cotton field ?

Who wants to eat the burn of peace ?

Who wants to eat it scorched?

Worldly peace cries from hell

She is crying loud in Iraq and Syria

Her alarm is loud in Ukraine and Gaza

Her burn falling in Nigeria and Kenya;

Who wants to eat it  scorched?

Who wants to eat the burn of peace ?

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On seeing a photograph-2

On seeing a photograph

“Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence”
                                                                       - Rainer Maria Rilke -

A  rare prologue gone awry
Drafted as it was in the midst of
A  terrible  denouement 

Plain and bare for once, shorn of  frills
Exposed to all the evil 
And in a fluster

Here it was left incarcerated
Within the burden of unkind words
Craving   care

Words  that just couldn’t tell
That wouldn’t at all hear
Nor be fair

Moments before getting erased
By the most blasted hand that  ever
Pulled  a trigger

Into Silence.

And here I stand  listening to the news
That’s  always arriving out of Silence..

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

8 May 13

•	On seeing  the photograph of  Balachandran, son of Tiger Prabhakaran,  moments before the 12 year old was  killed.

For Kim Morrison's

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Peace in the War

In a clear day
A darken cloud
WonderedIn a clear day
A darken cloud
Not a rain
At the night
A storm clasped 
Unwashed dawn
In and out
Far beyond
A slow sun light
Remote sky
Gives a birth
A rainbow

Udaya R. Tennakoon

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A Glance in the Past

My father recalls to me stories of his past,
gripping his fists tightly
as his faces turns gray
telling me, 
“Son it was a dark time for Lebanon”

Anxiously I continue listening 
spilling his inner suppressed memories 
“15 years… 15 years of blood and hate”

Buildings that once stood graciously in the sky
punctured by the bullets that continuously danced in midair 
Streets that were once filled with jubilant people 
now only hosted lifeless cold corpses

Men grew absent from their families
forcing women to carry lethal arms to shield their broods 
with their fingers embedded on the trigger
Lurking from street to street
in a scavenger’s hunt for vital necessities    

The excruciating smell of rot at sunrise
a mixture of decomposing human flesh and garbage 
Flooded the streets 
an endless totality of discarded wastes

After the sun departs 
the stagnant stars appear 
not a clatter can be heard on the tranquil streets

Sympathetically reaching out to my father,
removing him from the ominous nightmare he re-erected,
holding his trembling hands firmly
as I bring him to the reality of the passive present 

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Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...

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Pointlessness of War

The dead and dieing laying in piles
carnage of the pointless war
buildings hazed to the ground
devastation where ever the eye could see

Young men and women back from the front
suffering from the horrors seen and committed
knowing they have blood on their hands
and for what!!! Certainly no gain earned.

Blindly following orders made from afar
people who have never seen the awful carnage
who sleep safe in warm beds with pleasant dreams
no deity asked for this war just the greed of man

Maybe if they had to spend a couple of weeks
fearing daily for their sorry worthless life's
amidst the wreckage that they have caused
maybe, just maybe they would stop and think again

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We broke bread at dawn
Cold and shivering
Faces dirty, hearts weary
the kettle boiling over
a dying fire
tea meant to soothe 
our bones and joints aching
a bubbling soup hits our
nauseous bellies and
we fight to keep the swill down
covered in grease from that
horse we had to put down yesterday
war is no place for a noble beast
but man feels right at home
at first. and then he longs
for his own hearth
the wooden floors muddy
with boot and paw prints
ears burning from the 
wife's incessant nagging
and the fresh scent of
laundry set out to dry
left overnight. again.
the grunt of the pigs
digging in the slop.
Slop far more agreeable than 
this soup.
And that trusty steed alone in the stable.
But a fence has no business caging 
a noble beast.
A man feels right at home. At first.
But then he longs for those nights of his
The girls, the wine, the merriment.
The friends, long gone in some war. 
Perhaps this one.
No one to answer to but his dog
His own two legs carry him everywhere
Free, free is the only place for a noble beast
But a man is no horse.
Though he is a beast.

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I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave

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Hero of War

With my men holding our flag high,
we storm a school and hold the children
captive, handling them like enemy soldiers
they are not, as they cry and scream, some
probably living with trauma for the rest of their lives

“I am a hero of war!’’ Is that what my countrymen think of me?

As smoke of explosions and burning cities fills the air,
we indiscriminately shoot on whoever is coming close
to us, in the end realizing that we have shot mostly
innocent civilians who have nothing to do with the war,
after the smoke has partially cleared out in the air

As I cautiously walk ahead to ensure that all the enemy soldiers are dead, my boots feel a bump; a hand of a woman holding a white flag for peace, as white as snow, with her clothes drenched in blood

“I am a hero of war!” Is that what my countrymen think of me?

Before the sun sets, my men and I sit around
a bonfire and plan our next move and next
attack on the enemy, without realizing that
the enemy is war, brought about by hatred
by people who we call leaders

“I am a hero of war!” Is that what my countrymen think
of me?

Name: Teddy Kimathi

Contest Name: The Poet III

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Just leave my man alone

Bad people come and go
but this one wont leave him alone
I wish she'd leave my man be
because he's got someone like me

That bad person won't leave my man be
she hurt him before 
I was left to pick up the pieces
which seeing him like this hurts me 
I just want him to be happy

Not that I care if they were friends
but she won't give it up
she wants him back
but I refuse to give him up
he is everything to me 

why won't she just leave him be
She says to him he's everything to her
if that were true why does she hurt him

if she truly loved him 
why would she cheat 
even hurting him again and again

All the sudden he finds anew 
and she wants him back 

I believe it's because he's mine now
I refuse to let him go 
he is everything to me 

I don't want to see him go down
He deserves nothing but the best
which to me shes nothing like that
She should just let him go
He is mine now. 

please leave my man be
I'm sick of the games she plays with his heart
I love him and he loves me
So please leave my man be 

find anew and maybe next time think again
before hurting a man or someone elses

Thanks again. 


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Never Look Away

                                                                                      Armistice day, 2012.
                               Never Look Away

Remember, remember,
11th November,
No more gunpowder,
Gas screaming rot.

Remember this day,
Never again,
And tomorrow those who fell we forgot.

Remember, remember, remember.

                              David Nickle Read   

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This Is War

Bring the rain! It might 
be wet but it wont 
dampen my spirits!

Bring the blazing sun! 
It might burn me but it 
wont dry me out!

Bring the strong winds! 
They might blow me to 
and fro but they wont and 
I repeat they wont stop 
me getting where Im 

Try me! Test me! I might 
not be battle tough?
But my spirit is built to 
out live life's war.

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The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**

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You Take From Me

You Take From Me was written for a therapist friend whose father went through the Holocaust.   She is Jewish.  Her parents and siblings were eventually  reunited praise God, but everything beyond family, faith and love was gone.  They felt fortunate. Both her parents  died many years ago.  She recently received a notice for her Dad that the German government was demanding reimbursement funds as they claimed they had given him too much.  She was outraged and reached out.  This was my gift to her: 

You take from me
my home
my job
my wife
my kids
This is war you say
But you do not ask of me
You take from me my
This is war you say
And never ask of me
You take	
my land
my safety	
It's just the way it is in war you know
Yet never ask of me
And when Your war is finally through
and now my internal war has start...
This was only war you say
And never ask of me
Out I'm tossed
No need to hold
No need to keep
There's nothing left
no home
no place
no one
not one
a few dollars you toss
Really only war you know
And still... you never ask of me
So many years have come and gone
My second life as well
And yet you say
of what we took
your home
your job
your life
your wife
your kids
all these things
all this all
we gave too much
so much
so much
those dollars tossed
so many
too many for your loss
You take from me
once more
Seventy years later more
Although I'm not here for you to take
you take once more
and never ask of

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Down The Sight Of A Rifle

Down The Sight Of A Rifle

Looking down the sights of his rifle
He sees people he was told were his enemies
Men, women and children walking down the street
Who are real enemies?
Who are innocents living their lives?
His finger tightens on the trigger
How could he know if his shot was true?
He watches the people carefully
Hearing his orders echo through his head
The order was given a half a world away
By men sitting in a room trying to raise the body count
They don’t know the people their orders effect
They can’t look into a new mother’s eyes as she holds her baby
The trigger starts to tighten as the man obeys
The gun blasts forth a breath of flame
The bullet leaves not knowing its target
The bullet lands five miles away never tasting blood
That day a soldier decided that no one would die
No one would be in the hospital because of him
That day he would be the hero who no one knows
He knew in his heart that he cared about other people
If only more thought like him
Felt like him
War would no longer exist
No humans would die needlessly
And there would be peace

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God be with them in a special way.
Protect these loved ones.
From their captors hate.
Make a way for their escape.
Reveal the cause that hides their fate.
If with You , we'll have to wait.
Tell them we'll meet, by the pearly gates.
God rest their souls till judgement day.
Where you'll take all pain and tears away.
Let the flags wave high! Till Johnny's home.
In our heart's you're never alone.
God be with them in a special way.

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Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.

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An American Hero

                          for fallen soldiers

I watched the bad news on TV again...
A young soldier came home in a coffin.

He is someone's Son, Daughter, Grandson, Granddaughter,
Brother, Sister, Friend, Husband, Wife, Father or Mother:

        who will never smile and hug his parents,
        who will never love and kiss his spouse,
        who will never enjoy and play with his kids,
        who will never laugh and talk with his friends,
        who will never wear his military uniform,
        who will never, ever be again around us...

He, who gave his life, is an American Hero:
an American Son or American Daughter. 

We will remember You, Soldier.

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The Riddle

To be, or not to be,
That was Shakespeare’s question 
A riddle, or were we handed the Baton

The pen is mightier than the sword
Yet we rarely take this on board
In War it’s the guns who decide the question

For to be, is to make War
And not to be, are the victims of War
There are no sides in death,
No victories, no defeats,
Only faceless victims, wars receipts

And if we are all, not to be
Would god survive in his silent abbey?
And who will remember we
That is the real question.

A century approaches for World War 1
No survivors left 
 For all the Tommie’s are dead
And war still rears its dreadful head
And it is we, who are left to ponder,
To swear upon Gods Alter

“To be, in peace, for the earth is our mother
Not to be, at war, with our sisters and brothers.

And the bard can sleep a poets dream
Of sunsets and moonbeams
Of rivers and oceans and far off lands
For dreams confirm our conscience
And peace confirms our existence.

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Always Bring Your Knife To A Gun Fight

Shoulder to shoulder Army and Marines
21st century soldier lethal killing machines
Were to take this strong hold and set nations free
Starting with ridding this city from insurgent filled streets
Gave civilians early warning tomorrow we invade
Closing in to the center until our enemies are laid waste
If you remained in the city then you're presumed to be a threat
Honestly I've never felt so alive to see so much death
Removing emotions, suppress fears,  then move on to the bridge
No mechanism support for this battle just our strong wills to live
 From house to house we kicked down every single door
Fueled by adrenaline and hate from the first twenty-six days at war
Prepared to engage in any hand to hand combat 
Enclosed battle zones allow for these kind of attacks
Its a different feeling to pull the trigger and watch the bodies fall
Then to fight human eye to human eye bare knuckled in a brawl
 Pulling blade from sheath then stabbing the threat seven times in his side
Compassion is a but ghost when its his life or mine
Three more times into the ribs until there was nothing left in his eyes
The day I befriended fear and I brought my knife to a gun fight
Fallujah 11/9/04
3rd Battalion and 5th Marines

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I come to the battle shield sword and helmetless
And just enough armor to hide my nakedness
I can mind over matter my subconsciousness
Their arms become weary mine are still at rest

A soldier under the the code of no surrender
Invade the enemies thoughts Dr. mind bender
Let em sit down and wait for me to serve dinner
Since I already ate while it was still tender

I lead the army rankless
And accept my honors nameless
My damages are blameless
A hero who is thankless

I am he who is verbally dangerous something critical
A beast who is wounded and my cubs arent full
And you ask am I saying Im an animal
I'd rather you address me as the GENERAL

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This is what happens when I write a poem pissed off

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

Neither pain, nor demise.

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

Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.

Show all.
This is just a game.

When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.

When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.

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

This little game
You tried to play.

It got tried, weak.

Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Rebel Soldier Going To Their Post Of Nowhere

Rebel Soldier Going To Their Post Of Nowhere

The sling gun, 
On the shoulder, 
So thin, 
So frail, 
Green tee shirt, 
Hug the lean body, 
Under the bushes, 
They walked, 
Ignoring the mud river, 
The orange ball, 
Seem to fade with the darken sky, 
Beam mutely, 
On the poor brown soil, 
Gray grass, 
Above the knee, 
Tickled the sole, 
Of the frighten rebels, 
That they smile, 
Wind so strong, 
Dead cancer of corrupt republic, 
A b-plane, 
Just passed, 
That boy, 
Made an act of shooting, 
The bird in the sky, 
They laughed, 
It banked, 
Already on the foggy, 
Blue mountain. 

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Poised Pen

in the field 
between poppies 
and dying 

a pen 
lay poised 
with words 

upon pages 
lined with 
youth's blood 

beating rhythm 
from now 
silent hearts

grief flowing 
inky sadness
into lark's eyes

into reality's 
harsh face 

the pen skips 
a beat 
as death claims 
yet again  

another name 
to silently 
into history

and poetry is war

a war fought 
through words 
of emotion 

begging an end 
to tiny crosses 
we don't wish 
to visit 

with declarations 
that we will 
no more 
engage in battle 

but the words 
lay still 
ignored by war's eyes 
hungering for pain 
to fill its chest 

poets fight on 
expressing anger 
in narratives 
to beseech 

and each year 
we read the words anew 
of hope with sadness 
and deep longing 

for we don't believe
in the words 
and therefore 
they have no meaning 

as war carries on 
the pen remains 
to write the ending 
with relief

and as the poppy 
bleeds its red 
into the sunset 
the pen knows
it will never 

win the war... 

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The Buchenwald cat

a couple is walking ‘hand in hand'
on historical grounds

they're not talking
in disbelief of what invisible
yet so present 

overwhelmed by the deadly silence
of the spirit
of hundreds of thousands
passing by also
so long ago in an eternal way

by  exhibited  drawings 
miniatures of art
by witnesses back then

only the sound of countless stones
under their feet cracking
each representing
the forceful presence
of whom once were here

even the birds left the area 
only a black-and-white cat
living another one
of his  endless lives
coincidentally or not on this spot
also in silence
with his body 
crawling us
telling us
so much more


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Ash of War

A distant wood grows its gossamer,

   A near vale,

   wetted and forgotten

   cries alone,

   where rains fall forever ----

Where once babes lay down

   in the cool of grasses green,

   and a brook,

   where once rippled 

   an elven tune of old;

Now silent as the seasons here,

   where once stood great Love,

   on a throne of gold,

   midst the broken palisades and halls ----

   a near vale (now)

   wetted and forgotten,

Only the breeze of sad memory....

   the weeded roads and rubble ----

   whisper form their ashes,

" Let us rebuild what war has claimed "  

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Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end

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There Is No Now

The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation

Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what’s in them
Always running from them

We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals

Paint it any color you like
Doesn’t change a thing
This war that you’ve brought forth 
Has killed us all
In the past and future

There is no now…

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The Chocolate Bar and the Soldier

He stood there with grease up and down his woolen uniform
Tears drenched his solemn pale face
From beneath the bunker he crawled belly first
Corpses of soldiers scattered like red leaves in a Mideast autumn day
But here no wind was blowing
No noise but the tears and sniffling of the young Dutch boy
He came out from where he was hiding
Beneath a German tiger tank
They stood there engaging eyes upon each other
Neither knowing what to expect of the other
The soldier reached deep in his knapsack for a treasure that would bring a momentary smile
Broken in several pieces he sensed, but not melted
A sigh of relief as he attempted to reach out to the little man
Not more than ten years old but forced to deal with the pain of a never ending war
Forced to mature overnight as the bodies of his parents were already carried away 
On the backs of wagons
With dirt and grime wedged beneath his war torn hands he reached out
He reached out to touch the little boy’s hand
From behind him he presented a gift as though it was Christmas morn
A single Hershey’s chocolate bar to soften his heart
The boy reached out and took the bar excitedly
Never expecting to find chocolate amongst the ruins of his once beautiful town
Never expecting to even find a friendly face that would be interested in how he felt either
He stood there eating the chocolate bar slowly
Savoring each morsel of kindness
The soldier disappeared into the darkness
The boy stood there contemplating the moment he met this angelic soldier
They would be forever friends in his heart
The little man with his chocolate bar and the soldier

Gwendolen Rix

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terrorists being murdered for conspiracy to murder the king of england

on youtube i am troynelson2011 the ocd riddle for world peace,
 i cant check my email,
 twitter wont let me tweet,
 facebook wont let me post, 
and soundcloud definately owes me an appology...

. imagine a group of people in my allies back yard pretending to be somebody they aren't. 
imagine that group of people hiding in my allies midst was perpetrating war crimes in other parts of the world.  
lets say hypothetically speaking this group of people hiding among my allie was holding their children hostage on television and force feeding children to be medicinal guinea pigs so their kids wouldnt have to... 

now imagine this group of people hiding in my allies midst perpetrating war crimes in other countries was funded by the global prodigal youth via living out their dreams and ambitions before they could cause they had the means to do so first.. so this group of inventors all with one invention under their belt using my friends kids as guineau pigs funded by my other friends childrens dreams.....

What do you think happens when a terrorist organisation hiding in your allies midst (few disguised as many) perpetrating war crimes accumulates a debt to owe the prodigal youth sky scrapers...

a global terrorist in usa is perpetrating war crimes using your kids as medicinal guineau pigs.  setting up shop in canada where is rumored homeless began taking refuge in the sewer

in short america, you are going to be introduced to the global prodigal youth, terrorists hiding in your country owe sky scrapers to.when does armstrongs sperm mature anyway?

they hold children hostage on television, they use your kids as guinea pigs,

you have just been volunteered to assist me in murdering my enemy, the one that owes me everything they ever put in their mouth

wouldnt you feel responsible to find out every time you opened your mouth it  became  a tv show, game show, movie, or product on your store shelves, was being used to fund global terrorism.

tsix step process of your enemy.vs ur 4 step process to realise ur allie

you have MY enemy surrounded, word of mouth is powerful

after you read this phone your mother and tell her you recieved an email from the future king of england explaining your global problems... 

 twiiter, facebook, soundcloud, are stolen ideas
isnt it ironic bill gates is our worlds most famous inventor with only one invention... and shows absolutely no pridefor his own baby he worked on for years after work

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The Partitioned Wailing Wall - Part Two

              Part Two

                     one by one numbered they falter
   stricken              parted
mother from unborn still-born
ravaged lover from brother
    now huddled they go
up the altar
              now a grey veil
to bind the blush of brides
   wan and bent
voyaging through no-man’s water
to weak to feel even pain

O for a job, a job
   to keep me going
       to fatten my woman
to draw a pension

And while we are waiting
               Give me leave, my Captain
Give me leave
       to go upon the shore
for the sails do droop and flop
            in the shrouded past and I
may no longer see the breast
              of my tarnished home-born door

Kritik der Urteilskraft

Are we all agreed on this point
Then clear the court for the Queen Mother
Yesterday's sister science

Throw out the precedents, no, not that one
Dust those three long buried in Königsberg

And remember, always remember

Here are no laws, make your own
If the wind will not favour you
Then tear down the sails
If physics will hamper you
Then paddle your way through

    Here are no laws, only, you
You must go on and on

That's all that's left for you
Give no quarter
Discount not your enemies
Always on and on

Here are no laws

© T. Wignesan, 1957 (from the collection: tell them i'm gone, 1983)

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Tyrannical colonial Kings....

Fallacy....inappropriate fantasy

Fantasy.....anticipated reality

Reality.....imaginative stability

Stability.....exacting security

Security....forfeiture from fallacy......

Vain glory be hi-story......infamy be thy shame
baneful flourish from ruse historic,
enemies created to blame......

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Flames of Bonds

As the flames a blazed and the torches illuminated the crying shouts of the night
Like steeples of lonely souls on shattered islands yearning for lifeboats
Like reddish cherry drowned in a sea of blood entwining sweetness with sourly fluid
Like a naked smile in a funeral of the dead hiding sadness behind a lying face searching for strength
New bonds created amidst of war like glistening stars in the dying space.

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Cease Fire

The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.

One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!

The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!

To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!

This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!

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does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal?

guilty war pigs with nowhere to hide
the shame of a nation that doesn't try
the obsession of bad to the bone
does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal

not at all

die for the cause of someone elses desire to kill
blackmail and pigeonhole the stool pigeon
to finaly have a taste of rocky road
the quaking leaf you are shaking on that limb
ready to let go of the autumn wind

someone bought the farm
new names for anthrax the whitemen brought to heighten their power
does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal?

not at all

makes you look like a war pig about to do the right thing

the smiles on every childs face will haunt you for an eternity
the celebrations you persist to endure to breathe as a scapegoat for your own mercy
won't come
the lie you live can't be escaped nor washed away
alas the clouds tell the breeze of the birds wings and the flowers of bees
the smell of death and decay in the spring won't let you sleep

does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal?

not at all

the string on your finger
to remind you of the note in your pocket
the one of the sign as to when and how to blow your brains out
an instructional video you don't need difficulties with
for the spider web weaving trouble
merciless doubtfull remorse of an eteernity entrapping you
the oak and ivy replacing the sadalwood and stone
soapy hands washing clean in the mud
forever and ever
to never be forgiven
unbearable good news from the sheep from the bull on parade
the massacre you want can start with you today

does this gun in your mouth make you look suicidal?

not at all

looks like the death of a war pig
and i get off on stuff like that

no salvation
no mercy
no love
no forgiveness

in the
streets of
nothing will be

does the bounty on your heads come cheap?
not really
we all add to the pot
and this obvious heart will feast
on the dirt upon the floor you belong
from this gaping hole like a wrecking ball
that crucifies us all nailed to a grudge
you call a rollercoaster

this curse of simplified things can not be undone
forever spider weaves webs
soapstone and clover
the complete take over
nothing to believe
but the death of the devil i place upon your shoulder

the gun in your mouth looks suicidal
as you creep and creak up the stairs down the hall
knock knock ding dong ding dong
father time and lady luck
offered this fate my destiny


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Das Ein Mannlein

Das Ein Männlein

The silent echo reflects through the lodge,
Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stum…
Repeating itself in the young boys head.
He is not yet a man, but stands proud enough to be,
Coming back here to relieve himself of his past.
Crying out as he reaches the splintering and tilted door.
The memories of the cold, the blistering cold overpower him.
He spends time collecting himself as the moon moves across the sky.

He had been here with his family-
Says the toppled dining room table.
He also wasn’t the only child in the lodge-
Says the curled up paper dolls in the fireplace.
There was music- Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stumm…
Echoes the toppled ivory-keyed piano in the corner.
There was a war, as the Russian Graffiti on the wall complains.
The crashed bomber-plane with the seat full of bones assures that fact.

He came back to the rotting lodge in the forest
Back to the overgrown pile of shambles to find something
As he digs he picks objects out of the rubble, a boar’s head, jewelry, dog-tags,
And finally the thing he seemed to have been searching for.
A baby’s bathtub, with a scrolled handle, stares at him through the dust.
What happened to the other child?
She still has all of her baby teeth in her sweet little baby head.
She’s been sitting in that bathtub ever since that horrible night.
When she was boiled to death by hungry war criminals. 

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Don't Open

Don't open the escape hatch until he is far away.
Look out the elongated glass opening right above me.
Only then I can offer proper advice to each soldier.
I read a secret advanced directive I hoped I wouldn't open.
Sometimes it seems everything goes up like a puff of smoke.
Ok laugh at me, in minutes I hope everything changes.
I can't understand why I have all this on my aching shoulders.

It seems our last effort's so enormously futile!
Evan had opened the escape hatch on my order.
Helplessly I watched a bomb enter the open hatch.
A terrible end, my advice caused a disastrous explosion!
No one left, our bodies are nothing except puffs of dust.
All gone, every person in our coffin of death, evaporated.

Con/Vow contest
Feb 14th 2013

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kill not sweet child

kill not

sweet child

that blood

will sour

the soul

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The accumulative miles could astonish,
All those tongues, with nary a story uttered.
All those eyes that never "saw" a thing.
All those soles, the antithesis of "only".
All those heels, still attempting to lift in silent dignity.

From a still shot, a dynamic response is invoked!!

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                                Apa  ka, ka,
                                apa ka, ka,
                               apa ka, ka
                               apa ka, ka
                             they are coming
                              they are shouting
                                apa ka, ka
                                apa, ka, ka
                          get the children inside!
                          pull down the blinds!
                       batten up the windows and door!
                     they have landed on our shores .
                           Big tanks are rolling, 
                  the commander is giving orders,
                 they are moving closer to our borders.

                        What are you staring at!?
                        get down from  that roof!
                         what are you trying to prove?
                        pick up your weapon and run!
                              you are no match for
                          those big machine guns.
                                  apa ka ka
                                  apa  ka ka 
                                   apa  ka ka
                                    apa ka ka
                           Who are you calling ?
                                    the deputy?
                                     look man!
                      this is not some  hanky panky
                               street gang fight?
                         Or an inner city marching band?
                              You cannot fight war 
                            with your naked hands.

                         Tell the deputy to run for cover!?
                        they have bullet proof helicopter
                         and nothing from the outside 
                              can break those powers!?
                                        apa ka, ka
                                        apa ka, ka

                          You can’t say I didn’t warn you,
                          you have been talking too much
                              messing with their inner trust,
                             and stabbing me in my bleeding gut.
                            Get serious and think of a plan
                           and stand up to them like a real man.

                                  Fortified the city,
                        organize a steering committee,
                          keep the thugs off the street,
                         secure your ports and borders
                       and educate the people before the disaster.

                               Round up all the deputies.
                              what are you staring at!?
                               I don’t don’t have time
                                     for that!
                                    get moving!
                       don’t ask any further questions
                                this is going to be worse
                                than the great depression.

                       Burn those false statement,
                       corrupted and fabricated reports,
                       the truth is about to unfold,
                        they have just crossed the shores,
                          They are knocking at your door.
                           How much time do we have?
                          can we work out a deal?
                         we have no time to repeal,
                           start acting responsible
                       and stop the useless  beguiling bliss.
                        we can make it with one stride
                         trusting that God is by our side
                                    apa ka, ka
                                    apa, ka, ka

                          ©2013 Christine Phillips

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Falling embers

Splintering lives and

Piercing memories

Rage begets rage.

Weeping mothers

Enraged brothers

Martyred fathers

Widowed sisters

Pushing ideologies

My way or no way

Twisted metal

Territorial markings

Of a beast.

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Bombers Moon

Them and us under a Bombers Moon
By Steven Cooke

Making love to my demons
Under the flag of my country
Caught in between the never believer
And a pardon of angels,
Who bargain their souls for my redemption,
Empowered by a nation,
Glorified by heroes departed
My life sanctified by religious compromise
For tonight I fly, under the bombers moon

Nearer to God than most
I see the world differently,
This Earth orbits in a sea of cold
My plane hidden in its recess,
A place where silent screams dwell
And rainbows are sent to die.

Away from the gaze of my enemy,
A phrase worthy of the Devil
Away from the patriots sting,
These too, sanctified by a religious hand.
The History books dilemma
My run begins
My mind listens to a confess of whispers,
The engines my Priest,
The bomb doors open,
Horsemen of The apocalypse,
Released from their tethers
I am the Arbiter of Death
As in Nature, Chance will decide
The faceless will fall
And god willing I will return home.

In the scheme of things
A Cities worth is one minute, 23 seconds
The camera to record in slow mo for Posterity,
And to delight the victorious.
The Impact sweeps away the sweat of past generations
Creates queues of ghosts, waiting,
 To lay in row after row, of white marble.
Their silent screams absorbed into Heavens Gate,
A cold Hallelujah for God to judge.
Just another day on planet earth

But don’t worry,
Time, like, the brook of sighs, will wash away these sins
But not the seeds,
For we are the gardeners of sin,
Their germination, lovingly corrupted
In our differences, them and us
The Pillars of capitalism our advantage.
The fear of the Devil theirs

Our final epitaph in the circle of life,
We are conditioned to repeat the mistakes of the past,
As is the Wilder beast to cross the River of Death,
Or theologians using religion as a weapon of war
The devil and the Crocodile dines well, on such a menu 
We truly are, a blessed Race.

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A God Thing

Fairhair’s youngest son the good, for peace trickery repaid, by hawk upon the knee            Norse blood raised an English king, hid from the bloody axe until his reign                           A Christian in a pagan scene A God Thing in a Frost Thing                                              old ways die hard drunken jarls twelve leaping things hot yule-beer,                                boiling horse flesh He signs the cup a cross to bear in heathen affair                                  Raven-feast a king tries to bring his people the Hope of the New Living Thing                 Pushing back the fires of bloody axe, he fought Eric’s sons blue-toothed Danes               Annihilator of all other Skalds recounts Haakon's Song his good night                        Outnumber six to one by Danes all weapons pointed, at the golden helmet                          though mocking refrains now hidden by poet's hat                                                        thrust on through you shall find Quernbiter,                                                              cutting runes and the Norse king, putting to flight the Danish plight                                   whirling recoil of the fleeing Erikson a lonely arrow finds Haakon's heart                             upon the flat rock lay slain                                                                                     though the Dark-wolf again eats the land                                                                        a Christian king has the hope of a God thing                                                         *                     *                                             Notes -Hákonarmál is a skaldic poem,EARLY KINGS OF NORWAY by Thomas Carlyle,THE THING SMALL LOCAL COUNTRYSIDE THING --Thing (assembly)

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Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true. 

Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy. 

Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care. 

Turning us against our own, 
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love. 

Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.

Awaken to the torment, 
Be aware of all the pain. 
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.

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Desert Storm

Cold dark wind
Upon my face
The weathers
Turning bad
Black blizzard 
On the horizon
The devils up 
My sleeve
Starched memories
And fish hooks
I turned my back
On society
Bent upon a dream 
Frozen bamboo
Across my legs
Toes that hardly 
Sleeting now
In this boat
Afloat upon a field
Left by O’Toole’s
Machinery and mill
Gobbling up arms
And legs
Baled all nice and neat
It’s so damn cold
I can’t feel my feet
Ankles, knees, and armory
A stinking IED
Crawling back to you
Schoolboy’s stupid schemes
A war that never killed
It just left me maimed
This desert storm
Left me all alone
Drunken and stoned.

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Be My Valentine, For the End is Near

Dashing through the streets
Ready for the world
I join you

Sprinting through cities
Prepared for the end
I love you

Gasping for breath
as we reach this crescent 
I become one with you

For the eagerness of the 
predawning to all of our 
For the love that grows 
through surviving this 
And for the relief of all when 
the end finally arrives

I ask you, my dear
Will you be my Valentine?

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We ride the cattle rail  Not knowing exactly what lay ahead. For weeks there's 
been no heat,  No bathrooms and we've barely been fed.  We arrive at our 
destined location.  Sobibor...Sobibor...Sobibor,  Is the death camp for Jews.  
Opening widely, the gate to Hell  With train whistle loud and prolonged, News of 
our arrival they tell.  Orders given, the boxcar doors open.  The air so fresh, the 
pines are livid.  Decisions to make.....What to do?  What to do?  Tailors, 
seamstress', blacksmith, carpenters  Are there any?  
Volunteers?...Yes...No ...Good decision, bad decision?  Shouted at, screaming, 
people being beat  Kept others orderly on their march.  Houses with names, 
gardens with flowers, and Signs pointing to canteen and showers.  Sobibor 
seemed peaceful, not a place of murder.  To the Ukraine to work you will go.  
Because of lice, Women need their hair to go.  There are epidemics, You must 
be disinfected.  Naked and unaware of the lies, They each take the walk Through 
the tube-"Road to Heaven".  The screaming strong at first,  Weakens gradually 
until it dies.  Why?...Why?...Why?...You say.  Why don't you fight back?  Pick up 
that gun, shoot that guard!  That would lead to your death plus as Many others 
they could hack.  Why don't you escape?  Where would I go?  Here I have no 
home, no family. ..It is cold.  I have no warm clothes or shoes...I am on the verge 
of starving.  What will I eat?  How do I get through the mine fields?  How do I get 
through the armed Poles in the forest?  We do revolt... the camp as a whole.  
Sasha, the Soviet prisoner of war... A new leader... good for our soul.  He gave us 
some hope.  We were working class people, Everything was taken from us.  We 
were cold.  We were hungry.  We were beaten.  We were killed.  We lost all hope.  
Oppression lets genocide happen.  Genocide has happened in the past. 
Genocide is happening now.  Genocide will happen in the future.  Greed and 
power can and does lead to genocide.  Only policy makers worldwide...God 
willing, Can help stop the killing.

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The forbidden object among us

Ignorance is bliss my friends
its true
for centuries we have been going to wars 
due to an object among us
from another world

like everything here
literature and creativity another
witchcraft another plane 
someone climbed a staircase

walked into a world of gold and stores
stole something, bought something
with a word
was the word no?
and every time that word is spoken
someone somewhere disappears?

But what is this item amongst us
sending us to wars?
making us think its something else
claiming victoms
proving its venom among the gods of other worlds
who have cut off their connections with us
one day after the third world war
after our supposed apocalypse
this item will slide into another world
they will live our nightmare
3 wars, centuries of confusion and torment
where ignorance is bliss
to never know they have this item amongst them
cursing them

perhaps its free
maybe everyone has one
maybe its a book
a painting
a camera

we need to find it 
before the war of the worlds starts again
and the nightmares the psychic children and war veterans
of the previous rounds remember
of vampires monsters, werewolves happen
and the truth of the apocalypse of heavens and terrors happen again

what is this item?

once locked in a world in a safe place with a will of its own

the gods of the other worlds granted this world everything we have to figure it out
they isolate us

so now we have technology
several races
different satellites
religions and superstitions of strategy
to corner this item
but ignorance is bliss

is it alcohol?
making women in the past bath in blood?
drugs ensuring kids kill kids?
religion masking itself with purity and innocence
to use 70 years of psychological experience to sell guns bombs and drugs?

is it a ring?
is it a paintbrush that captures the soul?
an instructional joke book?

it is amongst us!
the other worlds might or might not know
its will is to spark up the war of the worlds we are here to prevent
and if we fail
all of our nightmares
we think we just dream 
we will live 
fight and die for
in more than one world
and it will seem like it never ends

is this world like a safe place for it?
and we the guardians and protectors
and who better than the arch angels of death and justice and man
who was poisoned by it
and the evil gods who were deceived by this item
so they are going to get the last laugh?

ignorance is bliss my friends!

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A Memorial

For hills and ideals we died,g
And how many dreams went buried with us
No one shall ever know.

For mounds of ideals
Created by men who sit behind polished wood desks
We strangers met in unnamed places
Where we slew one another in red waves of senseless fury
To satisfy their contentions; to pledge new allegiance to Death's infinite kingdom.

Death is mighty though gentle king, reigning as he does in silence and distance
This ruler of the numberless multitude
Ever swelling beneath the Earth's soft skin.
The great and the small, the strong and the weak,
Now sleep together, brothers in the land of long shadows.

At rest beneath a mantle of cool starless black
We await the coming of the others.
We know they will come, dying for hills and ideals
Because strong faceless men say they must.

Here they will find us secure in our true equality,
Our king allowing for no division, dreams or loyalties -
No contention, only peace, perfect peace
The peace of the brotherhood that drifts in the blankness,
The faultless peace of the quiet subjects of death.

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Bring Them Home

On January of 2007, the people gathered. Bring them home - that is what their signs read, as the people went out to protest. bring them home was the people's cry. All over the Country, it was being heard. Too many soidiers have already died. Our soddiers are fighting a useless WAR. The prices in gas didn't get better. But our soldiers blood was everywhere scattered. Young men and women went out there to fight. they loved their Country - there is no doubt. It has been years and what have we gained, just thousands of soldiers that have lost their lives. it's like they were just sent to meet their deaths. Bring them home - that's what I say. Our children weren't born to die in vain. The Oil Barons should't have no say...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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Hollow Shell

I am a ghost, drifting aimlessly from place to place.

All will power is sucked out of me, like a black hole in my soul.

My two cents are worth nothing in this world.

I am merely hidden behind a mask,

Dodging this never-ending path of fun house mirrors.

The mental battle is relentless,

Creating illusions that deep down I know aren’t true.

A sham, a mock of my former self.

He is the force clutching me tightly,

Ceasing me from all aspects of reality.

He is anorexia.

Compared to him, I am weak.

I am worth nothing.

I resist his force to no avail,

Only to stumble and crumble once again.

Pointing fingers does no good.

Trust me, I’ve tried.

But no one is to blame.

Not family, not society, not myself.

Yet each day is a new beginning.

An opportunity to change.

An opportunity to prosper.

Along with an opportunity to fail and give in.

He is charismatic, 

Telling me I am helpless without him.

I trusted him, but no longer.
No longer will I obey.

No longer will I be defeated.

No longer will I surrender to his selfish commands.

When he presses me to give up,

Ambition cries, “Keep fighting.”

I struggle to my feet,

Longing for closure.

I fall short again,

Knowing if I strive to achieve,

I will.

Knowing if I aim to succeed,

I will.

Knowing if I risk failure, it could happen.

Yet without attempt, there is no prosperity.

I will not give in.

I will not back down.

I will not lose.

I will escape this war triumphant,

No matter the cost.

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Sometimes we have to roar to endure

Out of touch with reality
But i'll catch ahold gradually
And my thoughts are bold naturally
Truth be told hate rattles me.
Its gettin old this jealousy
A dead end road with ice for street
My heart of gold is failin me
Just tryin to hold my sanity.
Positive thinking is altered and blocked 
Got me damn near drinking water chase ciroc
Peoples attitudes stinking brain matter on pot
While a good mans blinking a hater will plot.
So i put on my armor and leave the shield 
When cut by the drama my wounds will heal 
Was taught by my mama to always stay real
They packin black llamas dont get yourself killed 
I will not be bruised abused or mentally subdued
Ive tasted the fruits of langston hughes
I use broken tools and build castles laced with jewels
And feed off the fools who ridicule.
I admire breath and desire nothing less
And these issues i press i rarely regret.
So basically im just ponderin the possibility that to enlighten a mentality otherwise headed toward catastrophe versus watchin from the balcony while another dies tragically has no options just responsibilities
And if a few words whether pronouns or verbs can somehow secure another a few exhales more why wouldnt we aggressively roar to endure.

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A Makeshift Graveyard

Married to a number,
Set aside for posterity.

Marked and laid out in an open grave,
In everlasting humility.

Look and behold as I grow into the earth,
I never asked for and do not want any pity.

Young life, hope, tortured death ,
And yet, I welcomed it all with untaught piety.

I lie in unmarked graves around the deadened land,
I am sorry I never said goodbye.

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I see your face
The memories we share
Underneath that starlit sky 
When you were still here
Before we muttered goodbye
I feel those butterflies
That mixture of emotion pulsing through my veins
The feeling of suffocating
Just from saying your name
Recap my favorite images again and again
Your face so perfect 
Your brown eyes burning
The sweet way you were smirking
The way you blend 
Congruence between you and me 
The imminent euphoria
Found within “us” and “we”
Every fiber of my being longs to be with you
When you kissed my lips 
My necessity for you was recognized 
I choose suspension
If it takes a century
Never will I find
What you mean to me
Driving away
Fighting the repressive
Dealing with my feelings for you
My panicked objective
Feeling the sting in my voice before I left
As I said goodbye and I will miss you with regret
We have been distanced
And yet we are so close
Every second of the day is when I feel you the most
They can send you over seas 
They can make me afraid
That you won’t return
They can play with my pain
They can puncture my heart piece by piece
You see they are cutting a hole
But they will never possess the capability
 Of draining my Soul. 

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Camp 37

I am older now, my
body creaks, but it
As if it happened
Walking through Camp
37, east of Dresden
Dark, sorrowful
overcast skies
Hang like a wash of
black ink

Rusted razor wire,
empty guard towers.
Sentinels to times
past, a reminder
Snow crunches like
ginger crackers
under my feet.
Forty cabins, dark
weathered wood
Allied containers

Sweet pine scents
the cold air
My old bunk is bare
Etched messages in
wood, still there.
Hidden stashes,
Freedom in dreams,
shattered when you

But my thoughts are
Tea time was the
best, no cream
Tattered Red Cross
packages, tastes of
Hopes for tomorrow

Final freedom.
At Armageddon's end,
Captors become
Deliverance to
I remember it well.

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How ?

How can the world end up a quagmire of irrelevant destruction. Is it not ourselves who delved too deep, encircled territory, distributed weep. We dug the fathomless hole we find ourselves in yet, we seem to intrinsically force the blame onto other entities.


We are not distant, we are not uneducated, we are not even immortally bound by the governs we deliver.

An encircling of hate fills the putrid air, the staleness of resolution, far ended, hanging in its’ own, administered fate. A swirling, bubbling mass of undercurrent fills every ocean. Blood and money washing away the very essence of life.

Is this the way?

Copulation with the destroyer?

Humanity inbred with itself; a fatal deliverance of the rules.


Surreptitious in its’ approach, delicate in its’ balance. Like a misting fog coursing its’ way through every concourse of life. Its’ fingers caressing, tickling the treasure, nurturing with its’ endeavour to cook the air still and to clean the clots from the sky.

Feel the staid, breathe the wave, tenderize the flavour of evolution. Evolve the devolution that we are rutted firmly in, twist it on its’ head and realize the intrepid state we find ourselves fraught with.
Caress the real, absorb what could be so deep in your veins that you live it and smolder its last breath. We are the people, we are us, we are the same, we are of one, so why?  Just why? 

Is this the way?

To fight and to clash, to sing and to pray, deliver us from evil and all what comes may. Bombs exploding, terse words rebounding, heaven and hell merged as if one. Break free from the strop, hare like a hare, soar like a bird, needless despair.

Be free, stop flouting and flaying, courting and baying, whistle the boundaries of all that is good.
Be free, don’t hinder, betray, purge or dismay, let us stand up with a gracious affray.
I bow down to thee, fluent with ease, put down the carcass and build up with with no fees.

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Dreams don’t make it here
They are choked by smoke from fires fueled by bodies too bruised to recognize
Here hope is like a forgotten thought that has left traces of its existence in your 
You know you can do it but you just can’t remember how
The children’s playgrounds are now just a memory of a peace and calm that 
used to be
I have forgotten the sound of children playing and laughing 
I know they can try but I think even they have forgotten what joy sounds like
My reason to smile today is that 19 children died last night, yesterday it was 43
The rubble that carpets the streets gives testimony to the broken dreams of 
revolutionaries; the pillars and beams of a nation
“The walls of the great cities have fallen and its homes caved in.”
The constant anguish has left my face mournful but
I trust the flicker of hope is still visible in my old eyes
They have seen far beyond more than I can swallow
I have no more tears to shed, that well is dried up and hollow now
This pain is like a splinter under the nail of my heart
And with every gunshot it is pushed deeper and deeper and deeper but still
I have no more tears to shed, that well is dried up and hollow now
I am afraid of how much we claim to see and the paradox of how blind we act
I am in awe of my spirits resilience and endurance;
Truly suggestions of something divine

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War Within

Tawny yellow scotch, cigarette 
smoke thunders in the wars you 
know. Slow death, so cool, no 
greater courage can arise than 
attending wisdom to survive.
We put defeat blow us, as air 
struggles to breath... shall we 
sore to let courage surround 
us or withstand defeat alone.
As we drown at times in 
plumed swimming the angels 
we shall meet, line after line 
of officers with no uniforms 
of defeat.

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Confessions of a Soldier

Dear wife 
I killed a man today…
Hence to you, I must confess
This heavy burden of mine

Orders came swiftly
And thrust upon the battlefield was I
Shouts of “Charge! Charge!”
Echoing still, throughout my mind

Blinded by the masses 
Of my fellow men
Who seemed to bound past 
Too far ahead

Somewhere in the distance 
An enemy was not seen
I remained cowardly frozen, while oblivious 
To dangers surrounding me

Why in this particular moment 
To be struck in the head 
Not by a missile
But, by too many questions I could not comprehend

And deafening explosions, whistling bullets
A reddening madness in the midst
I stood all alone…
Contemplating with anger and clenching my fists

Then, I spied a suspicious movement 
From out the corner of my eye
He came rushing towards me, bayonet in hand
Now, I reasoned fairly quickly that I did not want to die

It was he or it was I
Who was more willing to live
Were there now moral questions to decide
Or just an instinct of actions we did

Sadly my love
All I can say…
Is that, I’m the one who lived 
And walked away

Again, in regret I inform you
That I’m not entirely sure if I sinned
But, this I do know, I did not win
I killed a man today

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Veterans of Vietnam

Veterans of Vietnam 

Do you still carry it with you, 
the rifle of the fight?

Are you absolved in your bravery
even though you did not die?

Do you see worth
for what you risked?

I could not smell your perspiration
as we danced the boogaloo at home.

We were all so young;
all of us;
no chance to think;
each in a different reality.

And there are those who are forever young
prisoners of the mind, of the soul, 
of the earth framed in heartache by loved ones. 

© revised May 26, 2012
Kathryn McL. Collins 

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Was It Worth It

Was It Worth It?

Where did it go?
I knew so many that had the passion
Protests against government abuse
Refusing to live without questions
Why do men have to die in a war to conquer others?
Guns, bullets and death for an extra acre of land
All coming from the desire of one man
A man who plays God
Sending the young to fight for him
Dying for him in fields a half a world away
Did he have a choice whether to fight or not?
Why did the government send him that piece of paper?
Who decided that he was the one to go?
Did he even know that Vietnam was a country?
He left right after school
Never able to find out about life or love
Now, his blood stains a small patch of land
Worthless land on the edge of a rice paddy
What did the man in Washington gain from his death?
Did he even know the young man died?
He doesn’t care
He got his small piece of land
The five inches where the boy died
Was it worth it?
Was it worth a young man losing his life?
Ask the man in Washington
Ask the government the people elected
Ask the family who buried their son on a Tuesday
Everyone should ask of every young man killed to fight a war
Was it worth it?

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Fired Up

Fired Up

Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It’s my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. 
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.

Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights’ grip… 
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.

Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. 
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.

He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time,  then a miraculous silence remained…

My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life… 

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Only One Man

One life at a time...
One struggle too long...
One decision gone wrong,
and whole countries takes the toll..
War people cry! and the riots go out..
To the thought that one man made,
and the rest follow suit in arms..
It's not political to shed blood over feuds of power..
It's not humane to cause pain to those already suffering the empty hearts of their leaders...
War has no reason, no point, no end...
Guns are a tool for violence, and peace cannot ever come from them...
To fight for freedom is human nature, and a country in the line of fire will fight for
The politician who calls war, is the war himself... 
They are the beginning of war.. The power seekers... The status mongerers... 
Politicians are the reason countries go to war... 
There is nothing else...
But one man against a country...
He is the reason.
... and he is only one man.

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When did we stop
Learning from the pains
Of holy men,
Of scholars’
       Thorny throats 
              With pulsating words of wisdom
Ripped from their tantalizing tongues
And fed to greed

When did we stop
Listening to the screams
        Of lovers bearing heartbreak
        Or the mothers bearing babes

   The babes grown into warriors       
   Puking guts and glory
Whose moans 
     in battle or 
     in bottle’s buzzing memory

When did we forget the valiant Warriors
  who fought for protection of their beloved home-- not for lust.

Memory of loving voices just an
an echo of their first faint milky cry 
       (Gangs or armies—bullets taste the same)

When do we pause
Listen to the screams

The screams of a mother baring soul to lover
             Bearing child,
              Bearing flowers to the graves forgotten
                  Thru the starry skies of Ursa Major
                        Thru shadowy forbearance she meets the honey dawn

Bears another day without…
   Matters not her loved one dies for glory or for shame.

But she cannot bear
        to break
        to bend
        to relinquish
               her wordless 
Screaming voice 
     to join the
Anger toward her G_d.

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Draconian I

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

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

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

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

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Through her window,she could see nothing in the clear blue sky. 
Its deep colour was reflected in the calm waters 
Of the estuary  which spread out in the distance. 
Even the normal busy shipping traffic 
Seemed to have been lulled to sleep this hot summer afternoon. 
There would usually be the sound of ships' horns 
Out in the Elbe as they signalled for the lock gates to open.
Water was calm, sky was calm.
It felt to Petra that she was looking at a painting where nothing
Was really alive but only replicated in oilpaint. 

The ever-growing buzz in the sky was the only indication that the scene was real. 
Others had heard the sound as well.
Like hundreds of bees,  but these had a special sting

The temperature was  high and it was very dry
There had been no rain for some time.  Now there was  a rain of bombs.
Petra saw the explosions through her window before she heard them
In the distance as the skyful of   B17 s unloaded their cargoes.
Petra and her little sister were terrified, struck immobile in fright.  
Their window bellied in like a giant glass balloon suddenly over-inflated, 
And jagged, face-ripping shards of glass snarled across the hall 
And embedded themselves in the cushions of the sofa.
The woolly innards of the cushions spewed out, 
Dangling lifeless from the slash-wounds. 
Luckily the girls were not cut.

Suddenly, the whole area became one big fire 
With air being sucked in with the force of a storm.
Fires  joined together, temperatures rose to melting lead,  
Wind speed picked up to hurricane levels, 
Trees were hurled into the flames, furniture, cars, even people hurled in.
Fire trucks unable  to get through roads blocked by rubble.
Dying by carbon monoxide poisoning
When all the air was drawn out of their basement shelters,
The shelters were filled, but few people were really alive.

And then it was over. As the exploding fireballs gradually died away, 
The drone and throb of the buzzing B17s faded off 
To the blue sky of the east, to torment some other part of the city. 
Walls crashed to the ground, gas lines exploded, people cried and screamed,
The girls shook with terror, but the B17s had gone. 
History called it 28 July 1943  -  Hamburg firestorm.  
Petra always called it  Day of the Bees.

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Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Contest  Hot Time Summer in the City 

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the worst species

 Poverty is not a natural catastrophe, its man made
 Cancer is not a natural cause of death, its man made
 War is not Godsend, its man made
 Debt is not a divine disease , its man made
 Democracy is not an order from above , its man made
 So you see, we are the reason of our failure,
Theres nothing natural about it. 
 Our minds are filled
With various types of bull shit
i might seem spiteful, but i dont intend to be
 i wish i could make you understand only this,
Ask ourselves why we murdered the beautiful world we once lived in.

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Oh, Palestine
Cry, cry generously
Cry more
Let your tears wash their sins
Let your tears wash their brutality

Oh, Palestine
Struggle, struggle endlessly
Struggle more
Let your people teach them,
The meaning of "Dignity"

Oh, Palestine
Live, live happily
Live more
Let them learn how to dream
Let them see how we challenge bravely

Oh, Palestine
Grow, grow prosperously
Grow more
Let your people raise you high
Let your name reach the sky


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Evil's Bookends

Evil’s Bookends

Sept 8, 2001, 7:30PM
The limo arrives
the concierge opens the doors
to a clear cool night in the city,
a first Broadway Play.
A cell phone call, a Playbill
tucked between a broken pencil
and a pair of bifocals.

Sept 12, 2001, 10:35AM
Sirens blare
amid grey-white ash.
A cell phone rings,
torn Playbill flaps.
Broken pencil,
sightless glasses,
crushed in the grip
of mindless madness.

Submitted for Craig Cornish
Chopped – Poetry Contest

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Untitled #301 / Wasted time

Wasted time, wasted time
wasted wars and
selfish pride

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A Soldier's Heart

Oh sail this ship on holy water
Let storms be gone today
For the voice of life seeks a tender heart
Away from these fields of despair
A soldier needs God to recognise me

This letter of life, this beacon of hope
Pray land on mother’s doorstep
And give my family the hug
That I cannot bring
For this brings peace to me

The hands of the children
Reach out to fathers gone
I pray that they will remember me
For time has made a stranger
In my babies memory
I fear on my return
They will not know me

 And wife you will not see
The handsome man of marriage
For war has made me old
This withered face will tell no stories
So pray do not ask me

My youth has been lost 
In generals words and one more push
And my mind has accepted this slaughter
The man that closed the door of home
Cannot return
 Life will never be the same for me

My words belong to the soldier
Not to my lovers tears
For we compete with the dead
 Epitaphs are our confetti
Littering every street
These once happy bodies 
 Lay in no man’s land 
And they’re pain
Are companions to me?

Their faces call out
“Come join the ranks”
And we who know our fate
Scribble with trembling hand
Will this bombardment never cease?
For fear is all over me

 Concealed behind my pencilled words
 Except from all who share death with me
Lies a truth lost in the darkest night
The darkness that possesses this life
 For war is a father to me.

I am the guardian
Of this decomposing life
Only my corpse can give you the truth
So this letter will stay with me

I will send to you, my beloved wife
Thoughts that will protect your life
I cannot write fancy words
 I am fine and I miss you
Hope you and the kids are well
It’s not so bad here
And with gods will 
This war will return the man
That is me.

 Love Jack.
P S your love will always be with me
Should I die please remember me.
Let me sleep in English soil
For England is my home
Though England will be the death of me

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The Bench

She saw him there, in the park,
away from the celebration, he sobbed.
The war was over,
was he thinking of lost comrades
or were they tears of joy, or both.
She sat next to him on the bench
and they looked at each other
with shy tearful smiles -- and hugged.

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I Won't Deny Part 1

If I can make it home
I swear I've learned how to be a better man
If I survive tonight
I promise to never leave again
I've seen so much blood and anxiety I have to take down with my cigarette
Standing in the middle of war
I slept in dirt
Alone and with brothers
Never losing grip on our riffles
Always watching
As sun went down
Many moon's we cried as we could only look at the picture of our loves ones
Stories we told to each other
We were able to bring a laughter 
But one night
As the clouds swallow the moon
And the wind blew wildly cold
That demon fell down to us
Some where asleep
I in that night stood watching with my riffle ready
Then we flew away
Down the cliff
And there my story begins:

I won't deny, I tough I was dead, but there I knew I was still breathing, with one of my partners I stood from the ground we fell to, as we overheard man in pain up in the cliff, we knew the enemy spotted us, we needed a second plan and backup, all i could think of... The last day I kissed your lips my love, you where my only hope there, as we found our way around the mountain and set up to the cliff once more, gunshots where storming, the more we ran up, the louder it was getting, blasting and man screamed, we set against a wall and peek by a corner, we saw we had the hand towards our enemy, that where attacking our comrades, my friend looked at me anxious, whispering to me "Are we going to die?" I respond to him, "Not while we have this gun's" He and I planned to divide into two different rocks as we only had 9. handgun, we needed to count every bullet, as we had the same amount of bullets as the amount of enemy soldiers; one of our friends saw us from the other side of the cliff, they had guns but were agro and cornered by two rocks as we were and the enemy was not placing down their guns for a second, we at the count of three, came out and precisely to our aim we started shooting, as half the enemy group, caught their attention to us, we feared the end is near, I won't deny I had no doubt on our death was that night, but with less fear my friend came out and took two down as all I saw was his blood on the ground, as his body followed the blood and his gun fell, there my eyes with anger, as I tossed a grenade and took three down, six to go is all I had in mind, then, I heard as one of the others of my comrade started shooting back, killing merciless and screaming to the lord, "Please give us the strength to carry on!" I came out and started to fight back...

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My Iron Rod

it had been predicted
the crime of your century
i would figure out
and do it justice

It was written
after many years of famine
and tragedy
the justice i did the crime of the century
would lead you to enlightenment

it was said
the lasting effects of my iron rod
would last for hundreds of years
known as the golden age

it was foretold
the last prophet of the world before jesus
returns at the end of earth when this was undone,
I would do this for you
and he would be annointed

so here it is
the mastermined war code
with potential to end your way of life
sucked into its center, a personal war against war,
in which war protests itself

spiralling out from the center of indifference
and miscommunication
to keep up with the supposed manipulation
the outside layers, a holy essence
as this beasts mission is to prevent itself

walking out with knowledge
to be scathed in your perfection
to take every good advice given in the mentioned cypher
to prevent the end of your life
in which your global enemies will be pinpointed
and peace on earth mastermined

My Iron rod
can be dangerous
for now i wield it with good intent
for now i teach you to come together in unity
to become a global success

this false prophet, dressed up as your historical legacy
this god complex, joke dressed in suicide
it was mentioned i would have an enemy
and with world peace for 300 years at stake
you would not tell them of this under rug swept prophecy
for your enemy to be realised

your global enemy responsible for all wars of earth
this warcode to protect everyone from their own foolery
walk away from this personal war with what is offered
for the next man i label as the antichrist, 
may not be found as the blackmailed victom of your organisation

in the matrix of the underground,
the sleight of reality, belief and spirituality
the world deadlocked, and blackmailed for peace

I have an enemy
i t also happens that i have a rash
i am the prophet nostradamus predicted
the last one to be before the end of the world
i am here to lead you to the golden age
and then world peace
this will last for hundreds of years
but having an enemy
i am having difficulty accomplishing my heavenly task

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Earth's Last Battle

The last man on Earth searched the city ruins As a brave young soldier he had served his country well Under the debris and rubble he found a beautiful woman But when he saw her rebel badge he shot her through the heart. Then sang a victory song. Earths last battle won.

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The Vanity of Religion

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

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The other side of Freedom

They said they loved me.
 Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me
 Heaping dust and blood on our city streets,
 As their lethal load hit like rain sheets. 

I watched their love puncture the city walls
 And sever the sinews off the boy and his ball
 Leaving the mother crying for her son, then his dad
 Till her tears meant nothing in the wailing myriad. 

I saw the hate build with each blood drop
 Drawn from the soldiers and innocent. Drop
 For drop, survivors intend revenge upon this love shown:
 This false love which spurs only hate till we’re all gone. 

(c) Nyonglema

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Battlefield Cross

Boots with an automatic weapon standing up, and a helmet on top…
Yes, this bronze statue begs your attention.
This was once a young boys dream few thought would come to fruition.
Now a Bronzed Battlefield Cross standing on exposition.
It represents 2 years work from Raymond Wilson to seek local donations.
A young Boy Scout from Pack 121 put it there with feelings and devotion.
He fought for the right to honor life’s fallen soldiers with recognition.
And he chose Fenton City Park, Missouri to get what was commissioned.
It’s Five feet tall and will be seen as a fallen warrior’s commendation.
Fallen soldiers everywhere will be remembered because of his mission.

Not just anyone, would have been so kind in these days to the fallen.
They are still fighting all over the globe, to their cries we must hearken.
To a young boy who thought of them… thanks for being the guardsman.
You have sung the praise, to where so many soldiers have trodden.

Memorial Day Dedication

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A Families Goodbye's

When the telegram came I entered another world So many questions with so few answers Why did you have to go on that last tour Thoughts without you, how do I tell our children The morning arrives when our family parts in presence But our love will remain in our hearts and souls We will stand proud amidst the sadness And say our goodbye's at the folding of the flag Heartfelt sympathies grace his memories as we absorb the warmth from family, friends and colleagues The long walk back to the car has me looking over my shoulder, hoping that I'll see you one more time Conversations abound in the periphery, whilst tears interject on this emotional day Through the voices I look one last time, silence I now meet Without you in our lives, we now reside in an empty apartment .

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Green fluorescent glow
lights up his cell
bombs explode intermittently
leaving mushroom clouds

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The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God

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Message in a Bottle

Poison pulsed through
the veins of the earth.
Pumped by the Homo sapien sapiens.
A wretched species charmed
by the pleasures of evil.
With a gluttonous hunger for destruction.

In the human`s prime.
War was a natural tune 
to be danced to.
The omnipresent disco blast of a bomb.
A rhythm of hate.

Seas rose, devouring those below level.
Forests vanished leaving the world breathless.
Oceans turned into graveyards. 
The mass murderer called Oil spill. 
Beautiful rhino and elephant insecure
on an earth they called home too.  
Pursued for their precious ivory.

Africa lost her Big 5
India her tiger
China her panda.
To entertain a fickle kind- man.


I was human too.

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For this Moment

Cloudy day in my head,
Haunted by the words you said
Winter storm inside my mind,
I find them very hard to bind,
Gardens destroyed by mere perception,
Lost the will during conception,
How can I just simply be? 
All that you expect from me,
How can I just clearly see?
The world of darkness inside of me,
Rainey times take over my soul
Stop the bleeding was my goal
But I can’t seem to pull together
Even if it’s us forever
How can I forget this mess?
Even if I know I’m blessed,
Icy moments in this cave,
Thaw me out before the grave,
Dreams of futures painted smiles,
I need you to clean these piles,
Dreams are spinning a silly web,
Eating every word you said,

For now,
So long.

I bend,
But I don’t brake.

Its truth,
That heals.

This pain,
I feel,



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The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 

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Phantoms Dance

Phantoms dance
in sunlit rooms

And shadows gather
in the corners
of the cavernous mansion
in which I live
and hide

Inside where there’s
no one else but me,

Refracted and reflected,
stretched out in all dimensions

The shadows offer
thunderous whispers

fAnd the phantoms rehearse
their eerie, silent,
hushed and beckoning dance

In the hesitating stillness
of the moment before
I release my captured breath,

The phantoms
and the shadows

Flutter wings of dread,
fear swells up,

Extends beyond my skin,

Dry-icing me, enticing me
to dance the dance
of phantom shadows,

Enthralled, enchanted,

Adrift inside a dream

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Give Peace a Chance

Who can understand why war still exists where
there are clouds reflected in water here
History has proven its futility
even the breeze has a peaceful touch
The graves of the fallen state “they died for us”
Lizards bask on warm stones 
where we could not imagine
the compassion of our enemies
Tiny finches twitter in the hedges
How the agony of dying haunts forever those who see
Bright red ti leaves, philodendrons and crosses
of comrades fallen
In dense shadows of shower trees
greatest jubilation comes 
where Mynas squabble, good naturedly
Such a happy sound of morning
Another war is over”

If only this peace could last forever.

!0th June 2013

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Blue and Gray

We face each other.  Each day the distance between us grows shorter
Sweat and fear drips down my face.
Another day surrounded by the stench of spent powder and death
To my left, caissons move the cannon into place
Made ready to do today's bidding, silencing life at random

I count my rifle balls, each designed to kill my brothers
Like me, struggling to survive another day, mired in despair
Why did it come to this, the hate, the destruction, the finality
We are but men.  We fight, we bleed, we weep
Freedom the cause, all men created equal. Die so we shall live

I try to swallow my terror.  I am not alone. You can smell it
We are not born to war. We are not brave.  We are simply driven
I've seen too much.  Fingers of death ripping us apart
Fragments of lives left strewn across so many fields
Yet I live.  Am I the lucky one, or are they who no longer hear the cannon

A small boy, hollow eyes, old beyond his years, stands with his drum
Every beat calls another soldier to the field. steady, like a dirge
I'm so tired, my body and my mind both broken
Will I see another sunset, or will my war end today
Which brothers will I join come tomorrow.  .   


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Samba Samba

The roaring gun that knew no owners
The ghost incarnated in a metal 
groaning in the Pearl of Africa
Terminating the blood f cattle keepers
Hurtling the flesh of land tillers 
Tormenting landless hunters
Scaring away lions of Mburo
And leaving Mbarara homeless 

Samba Samba
The gun of a dictator
The gun that killed Ugandans
The gun that liberated Ugandans
The gun that we know better
As close friend and closest enemy 
The gun we still carry

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The Dead The Brave The True

Their faces he’ll no longer see 
Their lives were lived then gone 
Players in the game of death 
The brave, the dead, the pawns 
How many mothers cry these days? 
How many still aren’t the same 
Two armies fighting each other 
In this massive death filled game? 
Tracers flying in and out 
Eyes searching with all their might   
Boys fighting for all they were worth 
These combatants in a prize fight 
The silence of the dawn has come 
And bodies are all they see 
Friends now gone to their graves 
In this land with no boundaries 
Now his time has come to leave 
As he boards his homeward flight 
He salutes his last salute to those 
Who came not back from this fight 
His mind goes back to yester years 
Every now and again these days 
And death comes visiting in his dreams 
Of those rice fields and killing ways 
He sees those eyes, he hears those cries 
But there’s nothing he can do 
The wall of names reach out to him 
The dead, the brave, the true 

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Sleepless Nights

Tireless thoughts flowing aimlessly
Unceasing in their constant bombardment
Against my militia of dreams
Retreating back, they are as fast as they are sweet
Senses unfatigued
Resilient to wear and Sleep's silent onslaught
Merciless against Slumber's war
Winning every battle with the slight brush of a fingertip
Dewey-eyed lust. like mist, evaporates with a blink of an eye
Unanswering;  with motives unknown, it keeps you guessing
Progressing unspoken love.
Restlessly defeated with every flash of ivory
Sleep- unwanted but very much needed
I disown for you.

By Nicholas A. Bello

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A Soldiers Tale

(A journey into the First World War)

The trembled hand
the twitching face.
A desperate draw on cigarette
looking for courage in a cordite breath.

Huddled in mud protected by 
slime filled walls, 
these walls of Jericho shake
crumbling into my fear.

My tomb beckons another inspection.
Buried alive under corrupted soil,
a land lords greeting from the 
putrid remains of the tenants before.
Did Mother give birth to me for this?

The screams of the howitzer,
Marching in footsteps, stamping it’s wrath,
for fear of the dead rising.
And we who are alive, that dare to look
will see the face of death that hides within it’s light.

A face I would gladly see,
if bargain I could contemplate
in exchange for silence,
and the solitude of darkness.
Where fear cannot go,
where the cold become’s a welcome blanket
for I wish this suffering to end

To hear the guns, all seeking me
to shred my guts with shrapnel scythe
and amputations rip.
To die with blood soaked ears
punctured into silence for man’s aggression.

This man placed here by another’s ambition
to pay the price for no man’s land,
The only thing that is really free,
for dead men will not stop you 
from taking a soldier’s walk.

Another draw on my cigarette,
and a prayer from my anonymous conscience,
trembles upon humanities lips.
“Gives us this day our daily bread
Though I do not forgive them
For thine is the Kingdom
And men will destroy thy glory
Forever and ever

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The class clown 
Made society Frown
Should put his *** down

I know barely anything on politics
Probably nothing

And this fake satire
Isn't the proper attire
For whats up
Don't take a sip from my cup

And open your mind really
stop being silly

I make kids laugh
As If I'm a sexy giraffe
I'm really the plague 
Hitting the young youth

Just grow up
and Drink your own cup

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divine intervention of nothing to live for

what do you do for a living super soldier?
you are paid to go to another country and kill people you dont even know
what do you do for a living head doctor?
you are paid to lie about mental health, and continue to carry out your torture
what are you paid to do journalist?
write slanted reviews as you tear apart the lives of good people
what are you paid for mr officer?
hide the truth of who the real victoms are and lie on tv so the journalists dont have 

what have i been doing for a living?
nothing, ive been too busy
scrambling away from you
job to job
city to city to get away from being victomised again

whats it like to have no reason to live you ask?
i would die to prevent what you have been doing to me

whats it like to have your soldiers go to war for another country
to end terrorism, as you are being terrorised, reaching out daily.
its been like being stalked by a serial killer while your rich and famous
inspire him with plots and getaway plans in their television and movies
full of hatespeach they think is funny

whats it like to to watch your people die to help someone who just cried wolf
whats it like to play the victom constantly
you dont have a monopoly of hardship and world tragedy
you weild it like a weapon of lies and gameshows
to practice your manipulation techniques

what do you do for a living amnesty international?
link your information to the pentagon to assist your allies in war
by killing the people who torture or people like myself
before you get caught....or do you just book yourselves
front row seats to your sick little games

in a situation of nonstop constant no brainers
the lies of you 700 people is a war crime of conspiracy
no wonder you consider blowing your head off
after the realisation, a no brainer situation
and your still thinking

the world revolves around the simplest things
i would kill people like you for a penny
to buy the divine intervention of nothing to live for

apparantly im not going to accept the fact
that after your game of making me miserable
im just going to have to wait to be murdered
im not going to accept that
and i will kill people like you for free

when you have no right to your own person as a human being
when your pets have more rights than you do
when soo many people use stuck on stupid
as their subtle excuses
they are the enemy realised
it is your turn to die in the streets of society
since nothing changes anything
now go die

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The Tommie's lot

While general’s drink their claret wine,
In taverns far behind the lines
The English tommy spills another wine

On Flanders table, made from mothers pride
In front of guns in faltered stride
The sweet wine of youth seeps away,
Dragging dreams of tomorrows men
Into broken hearts, to be remembered by she.
A vintage lost to you and me

And, when autumns harvest came
The tommy was the crop,
The Somme and Verdun is where life was stopped
And when winter froze the ground
The tommy slept, with reaper sound
Content to die with enemies damned,
Caressed by yesterday’s ghosts in this Flanders land

When loved ones sent letters from home
The tommy bore silent pain, alone
For tears are for lovers, and kisses for wives
Now replaced by the tears of loss
 And boys too young to find love,
Their first kiss that of the bullet
For they were not too young to die.
Though “mother”, was often their last dying cry

Now the guns are silent
And the fields are green, 
The marble cross, the epitaph to nightmares dream
In death the axis and Allies are equal,
In life, we failed to stop the sequel,
So remember that cross and remember these lads
Remember the wives and remember the dads
Rest in peace our brave tommy lads.

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Chasing The Murderer

Descending with time
as we grow against time
let the hatred pull you back

slowly rotting into the fallen grave of opportunity

what was once filled with chance
now has overflowed behind your bleeding eyes

what's dead is done
there will be no more

i'll chase you into the past
and push you further away
as you fade under the hands of time

being remembered for defiance of hatred. your line of betrayal.
back up, further away.

you're descending with time,
as we grow against time.

love never backs down.
love lives on forever.

your black heart must have been born dead.
like the line that represents your life.
he lives on, we live on.

your evil eyes will soar straight to the ground
as we run against time

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Old Soldiers And Fallen Angels

Once upon a time, I loved a soldier...

His topaz eyes turned to me, dusty
In the middle of the blazing desert
Pleading for the coolness
Of the rain I couldn’t make fall
Onto the furnace raging in his soul
And all around him
While the bombs fell and ghosts disguised
As comrades lay down in the burning sand
With all his hopes and dreams
And I felt his hold slipping, losing grip
From a thousand miles away
Felt his sanity slip… Calling me
Over the sound of a world exploding
I could taste copper in my mouth
And the blood in my eyes obscured
The river where we had lain so long ago
The green grass under my naked back
His hips held tight entwined in my thighs
Those eyes and blue skies
Helicopter rotor, bombs, mortars
I felt him slip away from me and into
The lying arms of baked, sere ground
The ringing in my ears was a dirge
Moaning my name and I came
To cover his body with green
With my riverbanks and oceans
And dreams of what we should have been
I have sung him home to my arms
To hold him here in the last breath
Of these old and aching lungs
And I will happily relinquish this breath
To hold his hand again, to run
To jump into the cold water
Hold his perfect body close to mine
Just one more time
On riverbanks of green

~ kei

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Let Freedom Ring

-Another collab with Justin Connor-

The long struggle is over We fought hard, And now we have brought the birth of a new nation Where freedom reigns and lifts our spirits high We have shown the world That we do not need to be ruled by a tyrant far away That it is possible to be free from tyranny That we can successfully fight away a most powerful country Free from monarchal upheaval And greedy hearts of powerful men To branch off on our own To establish our own government A united nation! Strictly representing the people Not even the large debts from the war Can destroy our new, unified spirit Nothing can destroy the ensuring joy Of being alive and free Always standing Democracy is part of our life Freedom reigns! Because we have fought and died on this land, We have earned the right to be free And our brothers who have perished in honor for this blessing, Who have fought with all of their might till death, Our most brave brothers, Will be looking down on us with pride And stories of peace and freedom shall ease the minds of the injured Our stories will last for generations to come Many shall write books of our courage And poetry about our enduring freedom Our independence has been achieved We are the land of the free And the home of the brave!

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I Dreamed I Saw Picasso

Wasting your eyes on the folly
Of word fits
You tighten your collar
Against the wind of the season
And sensation's ax slices a crucifix
Into your chest.
Trembling, you withdraw a part of yourself
Into the cocoon of indexed fingers.

In the South country
Arms of Karma flag the checks
In flashing patterns of light and dark.
(Sell yourself; sell a drop of bitter.)
Tribes engage in diatribes,
So although you speak in vain,
Explain yourself thoroughly
My aging gray.

Part of every collision
Is found in the fault
Of violent, unsuppressed sneezes.
In your turn, pushing all bodies ahead,
And waxing old,
You rest.
Grey dreams hang like spider webs,
Some tattered,
Beyond my consciousness.

Endings are much better for talking
To crowds of crows
And for sending rats to sleeping places
In the straw.
Even men tie ribbons around the sun.
I give it to you, brother;
Tell me all your cares
When I go to war with the Druids.

Lift up a burning;
Nod the day.
It snows beyond ten million kilowatts
Of Heathkit, ready made mammals.
Post me airborne through the mails.
Tell me when I arrive
That various men have come through
Lesser traumas unscathed.
When eating visualize an upside down bird cage.
Preserve your thoughts in cans;
Eat them only when starving.

12 November 1971

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Reality: Shadows Surrounding Humanity

I have stopped dreaming about the dilapidating person,
And began to open the vital eyes of the forlorn reality,
Yet, if you observe the time’s dimension in milliseconds
Then you would realise the existence of dark shadows,
Lurking to fish ancient chaste villages for Today’s Special*,
Headlines switching from the wasteland to the desert,
As if a show screening for the mindless masses of meat**,
No sense of life!
And copious shadows still hunt puppets out of souls.

I have stopped dreaming about the pristine person
As I observed the wilderness in the city of Deer AlZoor,
Smiles did flourish in the small villages along the river,
Until the putrid puppets placed their powerful*** hands
On the soon-to-disappear persons of joy and glory,
The puppet’s contaminated minds removing all hope,
A move towards ethnic cleansing was just the start,
No sense of life!
And the shadows plan on barricading the city of Dar’a.

Sunday, 28th of September 2014

* metaphor for trying to find new ways to kill people
** consonance alliteration 'm' and meat is a metaphor for persons
*** consonance alliteration 'p'

and there are many more :P

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The Blood of Bucephalus

Here lies the gallon of horse’s blood
and soldier lies beneath this hope now dead,
trapped within mans sin
waiting for bayonets kiss.

In this moment of war, these seconds of time
the shadow of foe merges into one
and fate is held in mind.
The trigger or the knife?
To feel a man as blade enters his heart
can only come from hate.
The trigger is easier the civilised way

This conscience that looks on helpless foe
expected to kill, just one bloody more,
feels the cross of servants war
that Kaiser bids by heaven and crown
to give reapers charge his due.

For crown has right to heaven’s door
and empire would deny me this.
Yet my hand it does tremble
 to see the eyes of England.

This soul of man with broken colours
for he is the wretch of me,
and though we speak in mother’s words,
I hear only the voice of a common man.
For language can merge this pain
and our blood will always pour both ways.

And in this moment, these seconds of war.
My German heart strokes sorrow on comrade beast,
a   reminder of edelweiss days
of mountain silence and the purity of home
and a tear unites, what has been lost.

Hate and foe are gone this day,
replaced by Bucephalus blood

For here lies a noble beast.
Bucephalus blood has touched the hearts of men
this moment of war is betrayed
The soul of a soldier can walk away
and dignity is mine this day.

And as I return to comrades trench
This moment of life is all I have.
The clock of war demands the kill,
And this reservoir of blood is deep
for men are but sheep
bleating before the gun.

And bitter is the taste of Bucephalus blood
I will not shoot at you?
To waste this nature, this flower of time
Taken from the valley of life
To be spilled by blind invention
My grave will carry not your cross

For Man is not worthy of gallant charge
His mind is drowned in tomorrow’s corpse
and killing is all that is planned

For Peace lies hidden in common man,
banished to a mountain of hope
which war refuses to climb?
And the rope has taken the drop
For the many who have tried.

This war will ride on Bucephalus back,
his spirit will die alone
and Alexander will weep among the gods
as brothers fall in Flanders field,
killed by the widows rant
and anointed with Bucephalus blood.

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Coming Home

Be still my heart, I whisper 
but my heart it beats with joy.
So long it has been since I saw him last,
my love is coming home.

I have traveled so far to see his face, 
just to feel his loving embrace.
The war is finally over, 
there’s peace on earth at last.

I can see him in the distance, 
he is still too far to touch. 
Run to me with open arms,  
embrace my aching heart.

As he draws near to my eyes, 
it's no longer him that I see.
The man that I have loved for so long, 
he’s not in front of me. 

Before me stands a broken man, 
destroyed, from all he’s seen.
On his body and upon his soul,
war has taken a heavy toll. 

Be still my heart, I whisper 
be careful not to overwhelm. 
In my loving hands I will hold his heart, 
and help his spirit to rise again.

I will surround him with a love so deep, 
hold his battered body while he sleeps. 
The kind, soft and gentle man, 
I will find my soul mate if I can. 

I will share this burden he carries, with love
I vowed for better or worse.
With this man I chose to share my life, 
this man, I am proud to be his wife.


Written by 
Vicki Darcy

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Dark skies...

      Burning souls...

                Acid rain...

                     Raging storms...

but still...

     I'm off to save the world.

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I am the god of war the bringer of peace

Mastermined racism through religion
in order for world peace
humbled myself , the former god in heaven
to become your homeless king of earth
about to rule my lost empire

The blackmen typical special ops
to prevent genocide
East Indian peoples a form of intelligence
which has been granted for them on the front lines
of a war between two different types of white peoples
the natives a doomsaying soothesayer of realities and truths, the protectors of such 
The japanese waiting patiently undercover
while the chinese learn to abolish torture and blackmail
white people detectives at he scene of the crime

psychiatrists and doctoers and malpractice to those who pretend to be good people
volunteers at the homeless shelters crippling our society like an underground from 
somewhere else

I am a god in this way
preventing yopu from repeating heiroshima somewhere else
protect the world from their worldly enemies through mastermining religion
and your life lessons
the stanic will to survive on the quest for truth to protect he good left alive
like a black plague reminder of a sickness and truths twisted
lessons on language and the fall of babel to recommunicate with our inner healer

The city i live in today
one day the center focus of earth
to be a haven for the world's homeless
do not prioritise this for me as i have just begun to win the future war of the worlds
a sleight of reality, beliefs and, spiritua;ity keeping you deadlocked
the fact earth a center of heaven for that is what it once used to be

walking through life as your cheatsheet to your history exam
i remind many of mankind's legacy
yet you worship my worste nightmare
i havno choice but to smote my enemy
as you aid me in lioving through my dreams

the rescue mission of your homeless king
to rule over you 
as a sexual healing granted
my first dream to be along the way
to prove myself to me
i hope mankind allows this to be succesfull

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The crime is snowed over, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel s Il neige sur le crime

The crime is snowed over, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s  Il neige sur le crime

Are we buried under snow holding our silence
in what immense Cimmerian (collision) of terror ?
The mouth kept open in the shriek of interminable shade 
lips held fast in the frozen depths
we disturb the slumber of the Dead with our yelling
mute – calling Whom, alas ? We howl by the sepulchre
the absence of a name stretching towards a solitary Name : 
but the Voice suppressed down our throat strangles
the liberating Name which could call back on its feet.
The head in the tomb and touching our lips
the lips of these the dead that we shall become tomorrow,
we continue to live in spite of it all but let’s conceal our 
for fear of dispelling the silence gathering around us
for God could oblige us to confront ourselves
and more than the Fear of Him, we are (indeed) afraid.

Fire over the snow
Fire at those still alive
What matters is that blood saturates this land/Earth
Words enough snow down to cover up the blood

It snows over the Shriek of long sighs of absence
the glossy smiles over twisted lips
It snows over wounds of pale hands, capable
of simulated caresses like those of naked tortoises
It snows weighted flakes, the glaring white of the blind
which fill the great orbs the eyes of the dead make
It snows a gentle down of murder on the plains
just as troublesome as the slumber of assassins
The Shriek sans end reaches up to lunar heights
where trees are shorn of their barks : listen
the strident whiteness of vast deserts populated by men
where abandoned stones howl in the face of death.
The Night, the immense snow Pièta of an ebony Christ
looks at the shadow cast by rifles pointing towards her 
                                                                                 dead son
the shadow of murderers projecting over the snow
-- she feels the breath of that Shadow on her feet                                
the horror freezes her over up to the stars ah crying
« Fire » so that at last the salve explodes and downs
these shadows of rifles these over-sized canons
But the tears of this great Death
shall alas get the better of this snow.

     (from the collection : La liberté guide nos pas, 1945)

© T. Wignesan – Paris, September 28, 2014

Note : Pierre Emanuel, b. May 3, 1916, d. September 22, 1984 at Gan in the Basses Pyrénées, was one of the most prolific of XXth Century poets. His corpus also included books of critique and a novel. Rejected by a distraught mother at three weeks, his parents emigrated to the U.S., leaving him to be brought up by a paternal uncle, according to Anne-Sophie Constant who selected and prefaced his Anthologie Poétique, out this year. Upon graduating from the University of Lyon where he studied literature, he taught for some years before heading the English language services at the RTL and writing for Témoignage Chrétien, Réforme and Esprit. President of the French Pen Club (1973-76), he later headed the French National Audio-Visual Institute and the Cultural Affairs Commission of the VIth Plan. Elected to the French Academy of Letters in 1968, he renounced the honour in 1975 in protest at the election of Félicien Marceau. For a time, he also headed the International Association for Cultural Freedom. As a poet, he had already made his mark with his first collections : Elégies (1940) and Tombeau d’Orphée (1941), followed by a steady stream of some forty collections thereafter. Received – among many – the Grand Prize for Poetry of the French Academy in 1984. A-S. Constant quotes from two interviews on his inveterate independence : « Je ne me sens pas la vocation d’un maître, et je ne veux aucun disciple. » and « Je suis un poète et un chrétien. »
                                            T. Wignesan

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War of a Thunderstorm

Riotous winds rise from the north
Hollowing like a warrior's death cry
These winds causes a holocaust
As it races to a destination of nowhere

Deep dark clouds carried by winds
Filling the sky with the look
Of crude and immense power
Bringing the war of a thunderstorm

Thunder filling the air with a roaring rage
Like the drums of a war march
Electrifying the sky and earth
With the feeling of war and death

Lightning crashes down to earth
Like a raging fire striking out of heaven
Brought by God of anger to curse
The earth for the power of destruction

 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved

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rest in peace?

they ordered him to kill 
several men
- and gave him several medals
when he decided
love another man
- gave him several stabs

from Baba de Moço, second edition, 2012.

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                                        THE  LOST SOLDIER'S LOVER

                  Her heart plays bellows to heighten nightly fires of solitude,

                  Playful flames of terror taunt a dancing flicker of despair

                  New dawn's burning pain --kindling knowledge of love's certain loss.

                  What false anticipation promises the quiet cool of healing?

                  Why does a fragile unscorched hope cling desperately

                  When her only healing balm lay ever hidden---
                      Blown astray as ashes in a far and thankless land?

Victoria Anderson-Throop

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To Enter Valhalla

I will lead you from battle,
           bloodied and weary
Shivering in your new form of Being
Do not be afraid, Warrior,
You shall not waiver, you shall rise
            in Glory, in Flame
Relinquish your Sword through the
            Heart of the Gate
I will be your Guide, 
            I am your Will, your Right
            your Valkyrie
Enter the Halls, sit within the Circle
We welcome you Home
in the Halls of Valhalla

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We are Loving in Difficult Times

We are loving in difficult times
Better ape them
For though apes go to war, they go on –
They don’t die to kill, for unknown love
Yet we hunt our kin to kill for unknown love
How cold can man get
To leave man in the cold
For love unknown?

We are loving in difficult times
Turn one page at the Hospice
You chop my head, I chop yours
That is how we bid each other
We kill, we are killed
We mourn ourselves
Bury ourselves

For Love unknown
Love of what,  Now?
Of tribe, of Pet,  of Soil, of chair, of what love
The Love of chair; My table!  
Hate me, I pray, to hate than love
When we are loving in difficult times!

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The Savior

Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Blood flows on the soil for the vengeance of souls.

Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Hear the woes of men seeking for home.

Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Revenge calls no end for it resurrects the horned. 

Silent hearts will boil,
Men will fight on thorns
Until He descends; there will be no more knights with swords.

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Memories Mirrored

Memories Mirrored
                  by Odin Roark

A Boy Scout essential
The polished metal card mirror
The unbreakable monitor
Made to master Morse code
Used to measure wanna-be whiskers
And such

So it went
From puberty to manhood
Hall locker
To gym locker
Toiletry bag
To duffel bag
Afghan's mountain-dead
To triage hospital bed

Wrapped eyes needed little
Of the metal card mirror now
As blindness tearfully engaged
The enslavement of memory

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. . .... . . when broken memory drowned under chrome of new moon, revered rune fed her hungry joy… cheer nodded on porch door; oh, ounce of hope poured word of good omen… . . . groom gone, mocked by wounded run from enemy bomb, red hydrogen on deep ground: journey of gunpowder fog , ebony… mercy, mercy! he roughed on, he moved on bore robbed order… beyond doggone echo, honored cup of God reborn one more eve… now , bound for home. (a) peaceful tidings to all soldiers who were re-united with their families this holiday season . . . . .. Nikko’s HEADS OR TAILS Contest By nette onclaud

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Fumbling through a sheen of yellow
the land and sky merge as one.
and earthly song goes silent.
The stage is set for death to breed,
tendered by phantoms, catching the unwary 
these purveyors of men’s souls 

The rats were the first warning,
blind panic the second.
The sting on the eye brought the fear,
the search for the mask the doubt.
was it by my side or did it fall,
Into the mud or by my gun.
Focus, Focus.

Shaking hands, remember the clip,
the burn in the eyes is it too late.
The feel of rubber sticking to my face,
breathe slowly searching for the cough
heart ready to explode, relief the smell of air.

Then silence replaced by the gurgle.
The gurgle of dying men walking blindly
grasping for air, but the air has gone.
Replaced by the yellow that kills
that yellow which delights in a slow kill,
that torments the sanity 
of the view behind the mask.

To watch a man die in corrupted lungs,
to see his sweet words of life,
replaced by a froth that no one should see.
The mercy of god is elsewhere this day,
 as the eyes blister, his body writhes
and the light is dowsed from his existence.

Yet still the burning pain remains gathering its strength,
rushing through the brain.
No lasting thoughts of home, 
only pain, manufactured by Adam
the gurgle, the last words of a dying man 

And I who have survived will witness this,
every day of my life,
and people will say “there goes a hero”
a soldier of the Great War.
And I will accept their drinks and cigarettes,
and for a moment I will forget
The yellow that killed my friends,
but the yellow will return

The yellow that will always follows me,
hoping for a helping hand,
a rope, a pill, or a shot,
the choice is yours.
As long as you make the roll call right

But the yellow can never take
 the memories,
that my comrades gave to me.
For they are immortal 
and my comrades will always watch over me,
As I will of them.

And the yellow now fades from memory.
The ghosts will walk no more
for the ranks are full
the last Tommy has passed away.
The trenches are gone,
and the poppies are histories reminder
Of what has passed this way

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Always Thinking of Matter

Anything but quietly
I’m standing in the shade
Fixated on pixels
Lost in the rain
Two counts for one drop
They’re lost in the aisles
Pushing pens bleeding notes
Lost in the files
Structure in contrast
Is taking a bow
Explosions in distant fields
Men running through crowds
Authorities always late
Children in tears
Mothers walk aimlessly
Drenched in their fears
The shadows still stand
Reminding of the lost
Burnt in the ground
They remind us of the cost.

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Give Peace A Chance

My breath is found, for now I know that I won't drown Not in fire, not in fear….not today, not in sorrow…. I see embers of the past burning with red, Red as the blood, that covers the earth Swirling red embers, dying cold in wind Nowhere to go, so they come back again Falling, returning, as black as the rain Yet, I dream of living on the edge of the future Untangling the webs of the past I gather the cannons, and missles that blast The bullets, the hand grenades, the rifles and guns, Daggers, and by one... All the weapons of mankind ...until there are none. Mix them together, then melt them anew.. With infinite precision, molding and shaping, To build something new, from something forsaken That rises from the shaken, hate of the earth To birth splendor's tribute to all the lost souls Who paid with their lives, in wars of our world And it would keep growing, too tall for our eyes Up to the heaven, far into the skies A silver skinned statue, with a promise within A silver-scaled symbol, where peace is the prize Far from the battlefields.......all creatures learn of courage It comes with the breeze, and deep in the heart of mankind And is heard in the sound of the bugle
___________________________________ Inspired By Alfred's Contest

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The Partitioned Wailing Wall - Part One

         for Alan Painter

I have put into many ports
handle with care
stood on the wharfs, bare-shouldered
up to the knee, unloading
   cashew and coconuts
and then set sail again
finding no substance to trade

I have seen the waters rising
  and the walls submerge
     the roofs converge
        the children washed on
the battlements

I have heard the chasm cries
Stifled under jackboots
  the whimpering against walls
lost somewhere
   in the hoarse
Gött mit Uns !

Come home, she cried, 
  in the lap of jettisoning tribes
Come home, my weary ones
   home to toil and die
     labour and sigh
         curse and cry

Did he not withdraw to that
   holy backwater by Milan
and with the cup of his Confessions
     bathe his horrent sins away

I listened to a story
              that our first quarter
remembered to tell
but the waters of the Himavant
  had long curdled
    in the breast
of the suttee wife

I listened long
                     in the myopic light
disfigured in the white heat
     of our Enlightenment
to the trapped voices of inquiry
before all the mania of demigods
       trumped through the weaning years
the delirious lust of revenge

And then, and then I
                        did not care what happened
what could happen
there was life
it was worth having
                              So I went
labelled: handle with care

Who are those people
  skimming past the mortal coast
torch untouched by hand
  in the drowning mists
have they no work to do

And that rope of smoke
A troubling dizziness
  rising out of the funnel
of the Black Forest
where professors they say
guide the race
                in the aftermath
of charred marrow
 I see no mists, no ghosts
No coasts, only torches
     and parades and blocks and blocks
of beering beef and munition mounds

and in the not too open days
froth in the lolling oceans
and bowelling brain-splattered skies

even like unmapped sunset glories
now the Krakatua lies spent
fished out of some Japanese isle

the false auroras of enchanting horizons
when soughing metallic dust
                   courses through skulls
lava in an epileptic fit

(...continued in Part Two)

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We Pray We Will Survive

The darkness was shattered 
With the glow of cigarettes 
As we all hunkered down 
Each other a silhouette 
Six hours from now 
We’d be floating to earth 
As the Allies war in Europe 
Would start its historic birth 
All of the gear now readied 
Everyone with their thoughts 
Rather we won or lost 
To be determined how we fought 
Was our destined site 
Behind enemy lines 
And in the dark of night 
Hold the French town 
No surrender, no retreat 
With muscle and firepower 
We carried with our feet 
The drop zone ahead 
It’s now or never men 
How we fight for this town 
Determines what army wins 
All boots on the ground 
Rather dead or alive 
We came here to conquer 
We pray we’ll survive 

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victory was a hope 
never again make war 
never massacre and invade 
never bombard 
always negotiate 
remain pure by peace 
be love forever

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The Demise of Pangaea -part 1-

I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and seething lies bleeding outwards
Murdering personality, some say
Words of poetry undeserving recognition
Minds are crawling away from me as I reach for warmth
Grabbing onto a glob of black
I can’t see their real intentions…he needs an intervention
The priests won’t stop dunking her in the waters of perversion
Spitting open Pangaea, letting them flood its base
Things are going so fast…time is ticking disasters
A quiet sadness in souls I’ll never know
I’ll never come to understand you—I can't look them in the eyes
The tumultuous pupils overflow with the blackness…sticking the eyelids together
And drying…coagulating…
Only burning flames can lick it away
But my fingers are smoldering from the metallic roll of the lighter’s starter
The fuel is running too rapidly through my veins
Smoky ambience is weathering the skies
While Pangaea is depleted…broken
The creatures are separated—WE ARE SO MAD AT EACHOTHER
Racial content bleeding from the melting wax of our exteriors
Brotherhood—merely incestuous wasteland of hornless hornets
Empty stomachs moving special organs
Singling the heart out…
Shifting the lungs that give them airways of achievement 
My teeth sinking into my cheek
I can’t move them…I can’t even speak

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the Emperor of Reflections

lost in the war 
searching for
flowers and pollen
across from hell
with a pen and a pad

i hope life is 
as sweet to you 
as your mirror is

playing piano after the war
a melody sewn with scars
in the mist of our journey
we became who we are

from stories of elders 
keys are like feathers
something to sooth your tears
when they become drops of leather

i hope life is 
as sweet to you 
as your mirror is

when time is awake 
how do you wait
my ballad of war 
for all those
who have wronged me

"i don't need your hell"

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Everythings changing

you once made me happy
now you only make me cry
You usta listen
now you only scream
why are you doing this to me
We once were a dream
now were a nightmare
why cant I wake up
you use to look at me like I mattered
now you just look the other way
you usta make me feel beautiful
now you make me feel undesirable
why do I feel so ugly
you once turned me on 
but nows the attractions fading
I usta love the sex
but now I cant wait for it to be over
what happened to us
I once thought you loved me
but now im not so sure
why did you make me so insecure
I use to feel safe with you
now im scared to death
why did you lie, you said you'd never hurt me
I once thought you were good for me
but now I know thats not true
why did you change,
what happened to make your personality rearrange
when you would hug me I use to melt
but now it just feels hollow
when you would kiss me I use to feel it
But now I dont feel a thing
why is this happening
Everythings changing and were falling out of love
and I feel is pain and regret
do you feel anything
I wish I never got attached
cause then Ide just be numb
and I wish underneith, 
that I didnt still feel that your the one
everythings changing,
and damage has been done

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The Lie

Lying under oath
With an American pin on their shirts
They wave the US strategy
Dance ‘n Killing and Smiling

They plunder our economy
Using the propaganda to show nothing is wrong
The fox is in their bed to fill the illusion
It’s hiding behind the bush to prevent the truth from showing

And the hounds are on the chase
Get out those guns he yells fight for democracy
With a Sieg Heil under their breath
They emulate what was long ago

Listen closely to their words and phrases
Homeland security is a neo-nazi face
It induces post World War 2 Hitler’s German race
Roves descendents created the cinders of Auschwitz’s

Eugencies are alive and well in hiring questionnaires
They want to know how you think
They want to know how you’d react
They twist your mind to test your reasoning

We need true bloods to defend our way of life
He rally’s the crowds enticing the young
You can come home soon when the job is done
I’m sorry, I don’t have a date 

Because the democrats wont give me the money
to hold Iraq into a prison state. To fund the war  
you see where not invaders were liberators
it just looks the same

I have asked for a simple resolution
An agreement without strings attached
Without an ending date to pull the troops out
Why cant the democrat’s compromise

Why is it they don’t understand?
That our solders are there to defend the American land
To trick and sway
Dictatorship! Through democracy is the only way.

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I Do Not Want to be Napoleon

                   about veteran of the war
                    who has schizophrenia

    I hear again and again voices.
    They come to me from nowhere.
    I try to close my ears.
    It doesn't help,  the noises are there.

    I am proud; I want to be a winner.
    Sometimes, I am Napoleon, the Commander.
    But, I am lost; I am a loser...
    It is then I feel I am no one.

    The doctor said it is illness
    Always in sorrow and sadness.
    Imprisoned in my brain.
    I am tired from hallucinations.

    I don't really want to be Napoleon.
    Want to be healthy and willing to be happy,
    I don't want to be anyone else.
    I want to be a normal human being.

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When the lights are gone

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

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          Bombs drop overseas.
          Violence spreads like the plague
          killing hopes for Peace.
          What purpose for war
          justifies its destruction?
          I can think of none.
          Peace,Peace,come to us,
          the world one community,

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A Burnt Evening Waltz

When the wind breaks the silence and the grains hit the glass, yesterday is forgotten and thrown into the past..
Sobbing violins will soundtrack the streets, with the crackling of hair and distant door creaks. 
Rainbows of rust shall cast cloaks of iron onto a sun absent sky and a blackening horizon.  
Gardens bloom spines from roots of confusion, for all the spineless decisions and a life of delusion.

Swing's sing a melody from an ash covered park as carousels spin emptiness in the burnt, lonely dark..    
Fragments stream alleys in a solitude waltz, of needles and wire, of powder and bolts.  
Flushed are the landscapes of their canvas colours and wrung are the stars of their luminous drip,
As moments of silence seep through in and out, hope is engulfed by terror licked lips.

As the bitterness of winter chills night into a coma, glimmers of summer are lost in a blizzard.
Frost covered towers scrape the air in a screech forming patterns of anguish on the skeletal beach.
Moans of misfortune fill the meadows and the forests into a charcoal haze of sarcastic mist.
While trees lay strewn and smoke climbs the sky, ruins haunt remains of evening's burnt. 

In an age of the ending, no leader nor law, where war turns to peace, and peace turns to war.
Shattered are the memories of lives once lived, puzzled and scattered, and tossed to the wind.
When the clappers in the bells have wrung their last ring, angelic choirs will no longer sing,
When the mouths on the mountains have sighed their last sigh, they'll inhale the trees, they'll drink the oceans dry.

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When I think of war
I think of death

When I think of death i think of war
either here on the homeland
somewhere around the world
What are we fighting for?
Power to be in control
Nothing has gain from past wars
Only blood sheds on the battlefields
And cities destroyed
because of man greed
To gain the world
then loses one's soul
Wisdom is better than any
Silver or gold.

The strench of death devourer the air
Death is always violent
From the slaughter houses
To the battlefields
Does anybody really cares?

Mothers hearts are broken
Fathers activates hatred
Towards they countrymen
Young soldiers gunned down
 before the break of dawn

It's war on hate
How much more can we take
Knowing the facts about the war in Afghanistan
We the people have to take a stand
And announces to the man in charge
No more war, laid down your guns!
Let have peace in the Middle East,

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Chronus Drawn

            Chronus Drawn

Chronus One came from Planet Brendon Dawn
Along the Silver System’s galactic path
A young warrior king who followed no one’s laws
His head was large and bullet shaped
So were his thoughts
Chronus used his warped laser gun to get things done
It did his thinking for him
When not killing everyone in sight he liked to sleep
Bilious black hair, covered head and face 
While he waited in the dark to find his fate
He laid the laser down next to his pillow
Rested but never closed his close set eyes
Treason was always on the rise
Chronus was a giant of a man with green and yellow teeth
Moving from planet to planet at his pace
Shot first, asked questions later
Many enemies would attack him from all sides
And he would rise to those occasions
One night a little pretty girl with golden hair
Came up from behind and shot him dead
Before he could draw his warped laser gun
The one he thought could do no wrong
She became the owner of his weapon
Chronus had become out drawn
And for the record, no comics had been stripped
No crayons harmed 

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When Enough is NOT Enough

woeful dreams of shattered hearts
bode cries of weary souls adrift 
in sorrow’s  impossible embrace

its deathless spirit forever longing 
unknown questions  overwrought
in darken corners without sound

till quiet whisper’s passing hope 
their bosom bursting with secrets
in vain consciously disappeared

a shadowy mystery’s forgotten
nightmare knowingly awakened
in blindness’ forbidden retreat

a senseless loss yet unexplained
engulfed by continuous despair
in a maelstrom’s hidden depths 

its tipping point deeply mired 
by nonstop waves of lost tears 
in a tempest of howling winds

of returned dust e’er scattered
from east to west and beyond
in the cycle of life now undone

when enough is NOT enough
and Hade’s thirst is quenched  
in limbo men’s souls remain

© Eugene Harvey

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Happy news came from royal imperial agents of his majesty
Printed on provincial paper of the day
The emperor will visit the village within the week
For the golden chrysanthemum event
To bless the cattle and the rice and eat a couple figs
Bad news came back the next day from palace guards
The emperor has other engagements to the north
But promises to return and keep his word
Sadder news came on the following day from imperial officials
The emperor would be going even further north
And hundreds of miles to the west, deep into borderlands
He will return when all wars come to an end
Our humble villagers can only wait
No one has ever seen the emperor to date
Not even his guards or family are sure if he is there
One of the palace guards assured us of the facts
While walking in the royal court
He is sure he saw the Imperial shadow clear as day
It is the emperor’s true shadow for certain
Being held there by the radiant sun
No one ever questioned this event
It would be bad luck
Though the dark spot on the wall evaporated in a fleeting second
Yet deemed official business by the royal court
As something to remember or forget, you have your choice 
Villagers learned real soon, worse news, from rumor mongers
Stories started to fly, by those who specialize in lies
Perhaps the Emperor expired, fighting in the hills up north or west
This information disturbed, confused, perplexed
Yet the simple country folk did not care about these matters 
The truth for them is this
No one has ever seen the man
Perhaps his shadow knows 
But it moved on
Another Emperor will spring up some time
In someone’s mind
Royalty is just another toy
To fill the void
In subjects imagination

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The Tale of The Dark Night

Warm summers heat rises
 Winters long past and we feel the nights last
 Silver shadows fall on all that stand
 Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
The night everyone dies
 Future generations feel deaths grasp
 Caught with-in deaths cast
 Nights of the dead in a mask
There will be nowhere left to hide
 Hand held steady warriors stack
 Tales taught to be turning
 All things left burning
Wishing out answers while your learning
 Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
 majestic heroes merging
 Caught by deaths serging

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The Queen Of All Hearts

Every love begins with a simple story.
A dreamy fairy tale, a mutual playing of cards.
A hundred silent kisses thousands of miles apart led us into victory.
A batch of red-painted roses, hold them close to hide these exsposed battle scars.
Your silver hair shines out to me like an irradiating, forbidden sun.
Eyes black as night, and in your glory a majestic silhouette.
Broken hands long to tell the tale of how love had begun.
Posing hours for the precious portrait.
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.
Down you fell, consumed in your passion.
Againts the authorities of the kingdom, we fight.
Darkness is the in-between of your faction.
Enslaved teenage years under the guidance of a false light.
The time has almost come, a time-bomb for the corrupt.
The final order of their plague.
Every story has an end, a volcano waiting to erupt.
"Pen and paper once again calls you." Creativity begs.
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.
We laughed, we cried.
Together we sang, together we fought.
Every wrong-doing we forgot.
Though love cannot cast out every lie.
Even with all the bliss surrounding me this distant relation between us never failed to be my internal tormentor.
The door to paradise closed on us as Time carelessly laid dormant.
You are the Queen of my heart.
Revealed behind your Chesire smile was the silent kiss of a dementor.
My soul, driven to insanity, writhes in torment.
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.

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That Other Life

That Other Life
                 by Odin Roark


Even with flip-flops
The ground’s touch
Goes unmistaken

You’re only a child
But you have traveled this road often
You’ve picked flowering weeds
For your mother
Watched them whither
In waterless bottles

Beneath your mud roof
You’ve held closed your eyes
Wishing for better times
Like now

You’ve squatted your body
Ever so gently
To sleep
Like now
Awaiting the morning
You’ve stared all night 
At a starless sky
And another life
Like now

You’ve not wanted to uncurl
The comfort of remaining tight together
Just you 
And your dreams
Seems so…

But this is different
You open your eyes

There’s no need to wait
The sun has risen
The wind is drifting sand
Atop your flip-flopped foot
That never moved
Remaining still
So very still
While you wondered what 
The second click never heard
Sounds like

But now

You try to smile
You know it must be safer over there
That other life
Away from roadside clicks
Improvised hatred
You don’t yet understand

Your eyes rise from your foot
Last thoughts are of your brother always grinning
Just before he moves his crudely carved queen
His checkmate grin

You close your eyes
You wish you could 
Take back your last move

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a global terrorist hiding in america and canada revealed

on youtube i am troynelson2011 the ocd riddle for world peace,
 i cant check my email,
 twitter wont let me tweet,
 facebook wont let me post, 
and soundcloud definately owes me an appology...

. imagine a group of people in my allies back yard pretending to be somebody they aren't. 
imagine that group of people hiding in my allies midst was perpetrating war crimes in other parts of the world.  
lets say hypothetically speaking this group of people hiding among my allie was holding their children hostage on television and force feeding children to be medicinal guinea pigs so their kids wouldnt have to... 

now imagine this group of people hiding in my allies midst perpetrating war crimes in other countries was funded by the global prodigal youth via living out their dreams and ambitions before they could cause they had the means to do so first.. so this group of inventors all with one invention under their belt using my friends kids as guineau pigs funded by my other friends childrens dreams.....

What do you think happens when a terrorist organisation hiding in your allies midst (few disguised as many) perpetrating war crimes accumulates a debt to owe the prodigal youth sky scrapers...

a global terrorist in usa is perpetrating war crimes using your kids as medicinal guineau pigs.  setting up shop in canada where is rumored homeless began taking refuge in the sewer

in short america, you are going to be introduced to the global prodigal youth, terrorists hiding in your country owe sky scrapers to.when does armstrongs sperm mature anyway?

they hold children hostage on television, they use your kids as guinea pigs,

you have just been volunteered to assist me in murdering my enemy, the one that owes me everything they ever put in their mouth

wouldnt you feel responsible to find out every time you opened your mouth it  became  a tv show, game show, movie, or product on your store shelves, was being used to fund global terrorism.

tsix step process of your enemy.vs ur 4 step process to realise ur allie

you have MY enemy surrounded, word of mouth is powerful

after you read this phone your mother and tell her you recieved an email from the future king of england explaining your global problems... 

 twiiter, facebook, soundcloud, are stolen ideas
isnt it ironic bill gates is our worlds most famous inventor with only one invention... and shows absolutely no pridefor his own baby he worked on for years after work

indoor fish farming will end world hunger btw

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American Air

The needs and wants that freedom flaunts so worth the heavy penny for all the cost of each battle lost reminds me of the horn of plenty in which the air of our fathers fair was one of giving and sharing now all I see are broken tendencies in a society running low on the caring I feel you there, American air with your promise of tomorrow’s greatness you an asylum for dreams brining such finer things that your vast pools of knowledge awakens To touch and feel, a feeling so real as the image burnt into my mind you open your mouth words fail to come out when your lost, jailed and confined Can you remember, the cold of September when hate flew straight into our towers? they could not break the strong will and fate once freedom spread it’s wings of power The roar of the lion the grace of the eagle never gave way to the corrupting evil no, taller we stood as the way people should ever put to the test and the love that we share through our American air why settle, when soaring at our best.

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Streets of War

I grow saddened,
 our streets
 have begun
 to flow
 with blood
our offspring
 run wild,
 animals they
 prowl the streets
 prey on the weak 

king hits
 and glassings,
 blood forks
 and the rivers
 run ever deeper 

 trying to stem
 the flow of death,
our children
 are dying
 our streets
 show signs
 of war
and still, we sit
 and do nothing

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A Land So Far From My Home

Take me where others will not go, Concern for those who trust me, Compassion for those who need me. I protect my country With all my heart and soul. Dear Lord, my God.... I know you hear me, Way up and protect my family, My beloved whom I promise. Please comfort me, I'm crying. Please spouse a thought For my family Awaiting for a dreadful news. I'm giving my life To keep my country free, A land so far from my home. ______________________ Thank you for reading. Chitta

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global terrorist based in america causing global problems

on youtube i am troynelson2011 the ocd riddle for world peace,
 i cant check my email,
 twitter wont let me tweet,
 facebook wont let me post, 
and soundcloud definately owes me an appology...

. imagine a group of people in my allies back yard pretending to be somebody they aren't. 
imagine that group of people hiding in my allies midst was perpetrating war crimes in other parts of the world.  
lets say hypothetically speaking this group of people hiding among my allie was holding their children hostage on television and force feeding children to be medicinal guinea pigs so their kids wouldnt have to... 

now imagine this group of people hiding in my allies midst perpetrating war crimes in other countries was funded by the global prodigal youth via living out their dreams and ambitions before they could cause they had the means to do so first.. so this group of inventors all with one invention under their belt using my friends kids as guineau pigs funded by my other friends childrens dreams.....

What do you think happens when a terrorist organisation hiding in your allies midst (few disguised as many) perpetrating war crimes accumulates a debt to owe the prodigal youth sky scrapers...

a global terrorist in usa is perpetrating war crimes using your kids as medicinal guineau pigs.  setting up shop in canada where is rumored homeless began taking refuge in the sewer

in short america, you are going to be introduced to the global prodigal youth, terrorists hiding in your country owe sky scrapers to.when does armstrongs sperm mature anyway?

they hold children hostage on television, they use your kids as guinea pigs,

you have just been volunteered to assist me in murdering my enemy, the one that owes me everything they ever put in their mouth

wouldnt you feel responsible to find out every time you opened your mouth it  became  a tv show, game show, movie, or product on your store shelves, was being used to fund global terrorism.

tsix step process of your enemy.vs ur 4 step process to realise ur allie

you have MY enemy surrounded, word of mouth is powerful

after you read this phone your mother and tell her you recieved an email from the future king of england explaining your global problems... 

 twiiter, facebook, soundcloud, are stolen ideas
isnt it ironic bill gates is our worlds most famous inventor with only one invention... and shows absolutely no pridefor his own baby he worked on for years after work

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@ Ryan Emerald, the jerk who belongs in the dirt

ok, heres the scoop
your words
just made me recoop
i realized that you used me
i feel used. 
but you shoudl feel that way too
cause i used you
and your new girl
she made me hurl
she is so ugly
she looks like a cow and a pig combined
and she is useing you
did you buy her a necklace yet?
 perhaps a braclet?
i did not want your money
i did not want your gifts
i wanted you for you, supposedly
because i thought you wanted me
i guess i thought wrong.
so i wrote this song
to tell you how i feel
you make my skin crawl
with your greasy hair
and your ugly face
your freak-ish body odor
and your alcoholic mother
yea, speakin of her
she hit on my mother,
made my mom scared, never went back
same with me. 
and if im such a liar, 
such a cryer, 
then you are gullible.
very, very, very gullible.
you believed every word of my supossed lies.
so the next time you think you can pull that card, think again.
and you are a man-Whore.
very trampy.
the nice little poem of you and your ugly cow
haveing sex
yea, you made that up. 
and i think you are trying to make me jealous. so let me try that too.
when me and you where together,
Brandon Jones was enjoying my body too.
you think you used me?!
you have another thing comeing for you
i have many tales to tell about the rendevous
that Brandon and I shared.
night time romps. 
fun times.
so if you think you can make me upset.
think again.
and also, you look like job of the hut.
and you look like you ate the burger bandit from Mc.Donalds.
you wanna slam me?
you wanna start World War III?
then  you came to the right place honey.
so come one, start some crap
i'll tell you where to go and how to get there.
i can take the rap
so bring it on, you know me well, 
you know that fighting me is not swell
so bring it on
and you will see
when i have the life you wont have, you alcoholic-to-be slob
when i have the american dream, i will rub the white picket fence and 2.5 kids in your cake 
covered face
and show you that i am more of a girl than you will ever have
so have fun with yourlife, 
cause you just got slammed.
so deal with it,
you jerk who belongs in the dirt.
let the war begin.

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The Red and The White

It is hard to see
all the hurt that was done
in wars that went before,
Red poppies help
and  say that we will remember them
but seem to imply that wars will carry on.

Above all it seems we do not remember them.
To remember them we must turn our backs on war
then we really remember them.

They say that white poppies stand for peace
more, that they do not stand for war

I want most of all that we make a tudor rose
a kind of poppy thing with red and white. 
Two flowers together 
a small white upon a larger red.

This pleads to stop all wars and show what hurt 
went on before and that many fought who did not want.
Let us remember  not to send our people out to fight.
Let us remember them before they go.

We will remember them.

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family feud over inheritances im missing from my own life

my grandfather was in a coma
my grandmother was a cripple
my family was excluded from my grandfathers estate

my father was hit by a drunk driver
my father left my brother and i an inheritance
my uncle was the executor of the estate

i havent recieved a phone call from him ever
he wanted me to have a tv, a computer and a vehicle.

my step mom has done this before

a group of people that had a problem with my father even buying me a birthday present
a group of people my father bought all the christmas presents for
that never had anything nice to say to my father about me

i could change the world,
sve the emperor of china from a hostage situation
i could be a torture victom of a drug ring scrambling away in homelessness
and get the big "so what" as they sit in my dads three houses

im not sure why the only thing they wanted me to participate in was cruelty

and shotgunning beer at a funeral party is really not classy

just for future reference when these people make the news

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Flying high and
waving proudly;
perched atop
a silver orifice
the magnificent
and beautiful
flag of honor -
Old Glory,
smiles upon
a grateful nation
with resplendent 
dignity and distinction.

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No Time for Art

There is no time for art
Where bullets fly
And screams of fear replace song
Even the birds are quiet
But to an artist, this is an ever evolving gallery
Where the shells, explosions, fires and bullets
By the craters, bullets holes and charred buildings
Become one abstract sculpture
Carved by destruction
As if to say
The soldier is an artist
Who paints in blood
And war itself, is art.

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The Great Lie

The Great Lie

Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
I believed that once
I laughed and chatted to my friend
As we boarded the troopship
To take us to the far side of the world

Never been abroad before
We were excited in Colombo
Marvelled at Singapore
Fell in love with Hong Kong
Then north to the fighting

My task, set up and operate a field x-ray department
Wherever I look there's mud
Ubiquitous mud
Even the women, four foot by foot with a ‘tach, smell of mud
Bill said 'but that one's not bad'
They shipped him out, he's gone mad

It all seems quiet
Is there a war?
One night we hear the thunder
Of heavy guns

Then only in a few hours
They come like a flood
The laughing smiling young boys I knew
Now bloody, broken dying old men

What is so bloody sweet?
This is not our home

Days and days went by
With no respite
Amoebic dysentery struck
A major battle raged
My patients come
Like a tide
A remorseless powerful tide
With broken limbs to be X-rayed

 So I, with *****running down my legs
Stood there without protection and X-rayed them one by one

How bloody sweet indeed
I had never seen Death before
A lull, and they hose me down and my floor
But still they come

I mourn the loss of so many

Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
Sweet my arse
I curse the cynic who coined this lie
Quintus Horatius Flaccus should have been strangled at birth

And still they come
Hoping for succour
Hoping for relief from pain
Some times only the peace of death is theirs
Some welcome him; you can see it in their eyes
We are not uplifted but coarsened
A callous round our hearts protects us
And still they come

Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori

O Christ the Guns are louder
Are they nearer?
Dysentery cured
Still I *****myself
This time in fear
Only discipline holds me to my post

And still they come

Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
It's in Latin so it must be true?

And still they come

O God will it never end
I'm tired but have no backup
I'm on my own and near despair

Then the tide of battle changed
The flood drops to a trickle
I could sleep now.
And she is not bad, warm and gentle
Who cares about a little 'tach
And she's brought me tea
I will sleep now
Until it starts again

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GAZA 2014

GAZA 2014

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22 Aug 2014.

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 the American hero who did not get the parade
 who left his dog tags on the field
 who's weapon fired his last round 
 who now rests on holy ground
 for the ultimate price they paid
 in my heart i have a place everyday 
 i remember the ones who did
 and the family members who do 
 to make America free for me and you
 it is not just a day , we should kneel down
 and pray , for the warriors who are out in 
 the field fighting for the flag of freedom
 we'll cherish those we've lost
 and their gift to us , the total cost
 this Memorial Day take a moment and pray

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Shooting stars penetrate the midnight sky
There is an unexplainable wonder that space fills inside
An astonishing sight unveils itself before my eyes
Not only from the stars, but from the night against the light
The achingly hollow cold—the marrow of my delight
Has slipped ever so soundly in my soul
The fog blankets the ground and reaches our feet
I feel the chilliness taking its toll
The ground shakes violently, perturbing uneasy life
And we witness the lightning flaring up the heavens
We see bodies collide in the distance. . .
Tons and tons of fear choke us all

And I can only watch the sky
As the innocent souls wither and die
I marvel at both natures—fellow man and creation
Muttering to myself nightmares of veracity
My eyes cradle the beauty left in the scene
It blows away everything once explained
I continue to shield myself from the light above
The stars can only pour over me for split moments
As my abjuration seeps like blood into the reveling soil 
Shattering like glass
Piercing us like arrows

February 20, 2013
A collab with my brother David (:

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Do you hear the bombs going off

Do you hear the bombs going off
in the distance, with no remorse of what they blow up?
Can you hear the cries of children
half burnt, sitting on shuttered streets?
the evacuation was a success,
all the rich and politicians gone
with their suitcases in their butler's hands
and maids trail along them with dust brooms,
and the poor sit fighting their wars they started.

Can you hear the German Junkers flying overhead?
They drop whistling bombs crashing upon roofs
of train stations and with an explosion of wind and fire
bring down concrete walls that were built by men with courage.
The heat of the scorching sun burns my skin
as I hold my stomach that was shattered with a bullet
from a soldier's gun.
A knife wound that cuts deep down into my veins
and blood spills out.

Did you see the rebels walking through the streets,
holding their loved ones in one hand and their family in the other?
These men aren't soldiers, they're farmers
who have families, born not to kill, but born to prosper.
I am saddened to see my home burned down.
I am saddened when I see my childhood burned up
with an exploding bomb that drops from a thousand feet
high in the sky.
A tear shed for every soul that fights for freedom
and for life to prosper as one.

Now I walk on a stone bridge that once used to carry people across,
now to carry soldiers and tanks and bombs across the river filled with blood.
My heart it is sad, yet all I see is red and anger boils my blood.
I seen a flood of emotion tare my country apart.
Now I hear a burst of machine guns in the courtyards
of University streets, once filled with young students,
now those students with rifle in hand, fighting for freedom.
I hold my breath and clench my head between my legs,
till I hear an explosion from the bombs going off in the distance.
Over the yellow mountains that cry with sorrow,
I see the soldiers run away in pain and follow
with their tails between their legs.
And I let out a cry of reason and say, "Why!?"

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the scars from the ancient war with no men

left on the face of the ones who had fought
are the scars  from the claws of sin,
as it begins  to sting from the memory,
they think back to their heavenly God.
faded deep scars all over their bodies
hidden by what shows on their face
standing there in the lines to battle
no one knows how they could get hurt,
all they know is they did get hurt
living in the shadow of the batallion,
are the ones who let it exist,
though they stand as one person
others see them as a single machine
the scars left on the face 
of the angels, is from 
the ancient war with no men
when that war is over,
count yourself lucky
they stood up and fought.

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Who is This god You Serve?

You feed and live on lies and malice
Deception is the cloak you wear so elegantly
The crisp white robes, expensive suits or
The everyday clothes of the working class
Your hands... your blood-stained hands you wash
‘It is clean’ you think because you cannot see
Your eyes, they are sealed! Blind to the simple truths!
At meals you sit in the company of your cohorts
Devouring dreams and futures of the young
You breathe the foul stench of murderous deeds
Unending cries of the dead echo through the universe
Reaching high to the throne of the one Creator
Who is this god that you serve?

Under cover of night at clandestine forums you speak
In villages, towns and cities where poverty strangles
Where hatred, intolerance are inherent
Where vulnerable young men and women, beguiled
Brainwashed to hate and destroy their own lives
In light of day in the presence of strangers 
Your words flow free like fresh golden honey
Rich and thick with lies and deception
Making incredible promises you could never deliver!
From lips perverse and pregnant with deceit
And who is this god you serve?

You may attempt to hide what is written in your heart 
'Though quite often you succeed, yet never without a struggle
For truth and light are "alive" and will not be buried forever!
In this universe created out of order, be assured, there is an appointed day
When all men will give account for the time spent here on earth
The enemy, you claim, is anyone  unlike you
Whether it be !in color, religion or race or whatever!
Stop! We would all do well to look deep within, 
Past that mirrored image is you... your "enemy" 
The one who murders with intent
Who is this god that you serve?

Who is this ‘god’ that you serve so diligently
This ‘god’ that requires mere mortals kill one another 
On his behalf, and to accomplish what goals?
Implicitly I believe in the One true God 
Who made everything out of nothing but His Word!
Who forbids pride, greed,  hatred, lies and murder!
Who still, by the way, stays His mighty hands
Being desirous that no man should perish
His Word has gone out and will not return void
Patiently he's waiting our repentance, 
Rest assured He will not wait forever!

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some ****ed in the mouth, put blades
He was not absurd
to give us words.
we have given ourselves
to appear more beautiful
to love otherwise
to be perfect
we do not feel alone
+ need to explain
why and how, etc.. 
all are funny
and finally I do not understand 
Where is He in all of this!?

Can it and shout:
Oh, my God!
but I must take care
to pray
not be afraid
to forget all the words
me to stay away
because some of they make a love of this things
just for them.

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The Moon is shining, On my love somewhere.
 Lord light his path, And protect him there.
Stars twinkle, As he gazes on high. 
Let him know, That you are nearby.
Sunbeams streaming, Through window pane.
Kiss him gently, Till he's home again..... 


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It Happened

On the day that it happened,
Demons filled the air.
They consumed the world,
using only the hate that was already present.
And love? It was gone,
It never really stood a chance.
On the day that it happened,
The sky grew dark and gray.
It cast a shadow on the Earth,
taking away a warmth that was never really there.
And light? It was gone,
It never really stood a chance.
On the day that it happened,
War reigned the land.
It blood stained the very fabric of time,
using only the current problems, never to be resolved.
And peace? It was gone,
It never really stood a chance.
On the day that it happened,
Noise blasted the ears. 
It canceled out any sanity,
consuming our weak minds with blasphemy and curses.
And silence? It was gone,
It never really stood a chance.
On the day that it happened,
My life became a mess.
My soul was left unguarded,
Heart displaced and mind adrift, nothing left to fix.
And my whole world? It was gone.
It never really stood a chance.
On the day you died.

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Once upon a time in ZigZigland

I was only 48 days old
part of my mother then
when I knew about
what happened to ZigZigland

I felt it ,I was a part of it
I loved it much more again
when I couldn't read yet
while I've known it's place beforehand

If you believed in haven
ZigZigland was a part of it on earth
It was the kingdom of all human beings
the mankind's place of birth

The father, mother and
children were all living there
Story of happy family
the glory of  endless welfare.
Until they came out from
the middle of nowhere, 
they fell downfrom devil's nest
father died fighting, the mother
starved feeding her youngs
blood of her breasts

They walked around destroying
burning the haven all the way down to hell
the children left their home
that was so sad for a farewell

Those creepy creatures stole
history, land, the Name
looked to the world victims,homeless
The world was blinded with fear, what a shame

They'll come for you if you speak out
eat you up and throw your bones
and the'll come back after all,lay down
beside you with their bloodied hand on your gravestone

whispering in the dark: Say it !!!
One word and you'll rest  in peace
give in their Justice : Peace
they're talking about in the middle east

Hope you stand there and roar
Land is for it's people, for all mankind
It can't be stolen, ask her and she'll
answer who she is,Just bear it in your mind

So, when they ask you again who you are
look down deep to your spine
answer them,surely the true answer:

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Afraid to Change to World

I never thought I’d be so afraid
Of change,
and what I’d to to my life,

And others’.

I feel like a revolutionary,
Standing behind the curtains
Afraid to read the speech leading others into battle.

I know they won’t be ready
to hear the cries of pain,
to see the blood of Death itself,
to feel the suffering of hell,
for all the wrong that they have done.

Like the sinner man, 
Afraid to pray
Afraid to be forgiven
Afraid to make another mistake
To dirty his newly cleaned soul

Afraid to change the world
Afraid to make it dark and full of pain
Afraid to change it for the worse.

Collab Poem with Kiki Murdock. (:

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I am unstoppable.

I have stolen the serum.

And what’s more, I have stolen the clean version.

I am unstoppable.

It is all my fault.

He stole the serum that I created.

Now he will take over the world and it is all my fault.

He is unstoppable.

nobody else.

Too many people have been hurt.

This is between Us and Them, just us, nobody else.

He is unstoppable.

I have power.

I have international hackers.

I have split the serum among people to do my bidding.

I am unstoppable.

We have numbers.

We have the serum in our genes.

We have beaten time and impossibility before, against all odds.

We are unstoppable.

The war has begun.

Power versus Numbers.

Power always wins, but They have beaten impossibility before.

We will see who is truly unstoppable.

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After The Guns Are Silent

After the guns are silent
Apologies are given,
Excuses are shared,
Treaties are signed,
Resolutions are made,
Heroes are honored,
Cowards are forgiven,
Borders are opened,
And buildings are repaired.
But the scars refuse to heal - 
The real aftermath - disillusionment is irreparable;

After the guns are silent,
It is the fatal dislocation;
Just the beginning of the longterm and widespread impacts
Of the war's genocide and ecocide.
It is just the beginning of the real threats;

The end of our fathers, brothers, husbands and lovers
Breath-displaced and mortuary on open warfields,
Or hanging awkward from the point
Where strange bullets met them and shattered them,
The perfect end to that.
But the perfect beginning of our children's future
Breath-displaced and mortuary on hatred's open warfields,
Or hanging awkward in perennial inter-person dissonance
From the point where enmity’s strange bullets dislocated them.

Yes, it is true,
That after the guns are silent,
The war is ended.
But disarticulated, the memories still haunt,
Like masked ghosts troubling into countless generations.

But are the wars not ended?
They are long ended! But
Bomb-shattered casualties are left to battle forever
With the shock from loss of home,
Loss of family,
Infection of unhealthy air,
Loss of pure water,
Extinction of livelihood,
Shortage of lifespan,
Corruption of revengeful environment,
Smashed healthy psyche,
Loss of peace,
Loss of joy.

But are the guns not silent?
Yes, but disharmony, mediocrity, macabre corporate distrust,
Systemic corruption and rampant scarcity of personal integrity
Replaces the hitherto peaceful existence.
Indeed the guns are gone for good!
But not before waking up a greater evil.
And cursed are those who live willingly in these battle fields.

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I watched the Debate
between Obama and Romney;
I am kind of liberal and fair:
and I listened to both sides.

The Republicans favor broad tax cuts,
the Democrats are opposed. 
As far as prayer in school is concerned,
I favor the Republican Party...
giving some regard to the existence of God....
we can't become a nation of Atheists!

The Democrat Party demands
a specific deadline for the withdrawing of troops from Iraq
and Afghanistan...and isn't that great news for every soldier 
to be coming back home soon?

One last comment on abortion:
Republicans are pro-life,
but Democrats are pro-choice...
and for this reason I should vote Republican!

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The Remnants

-Collaboration with Justin Connor-

I should be joyous and glad I should be drinking and celebrating, But the images of the battle still play in my head There is a part of me that is proud, And another part of me that is sardonically laughing I fought for the good of the world Not for the pride that comes afterwards Europe has been liberated from an oppressor The most evil man I have ever known is now dead But because of him, millions of lives have been ruined Brainwashed to creators of chaos and bereavement Families traumatized, bodies in the streets Children, innocent children, stuck in the images Of raging men and sobbing victims The disturbing images now forever stuck in my brain The remnants of war leave a mark Far more agonizing than any bullet wound But something good does come out of all of this There is no need to fight Nobody has to be scared anymore Because we fought, People can begin their lives again The remnants will be cleared and families will be closer Tears will be wiped, shoulders will be wept But I will not celebrate with my friends tonight I will return to my family And allow them to embrace the remnants of a broken soldier This war brought death and suffering And I don’t know how people deal with both Six years of tyranny have ended And many years of pondering have begun Evil was in this world But good was here to fight And good has triumphed over evil To keep the world safe

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Shot at Dawn

Take the “Coward” from this place
Another boy goes to waste
Tie him to a well fixed post
I suppose his mother loved him most
Recruit a squad from his platoon  
Home for Christmas, boom, boom, boom
Not to wound, aim to kill
With his pals just until
The boy lays still 

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After The War

A life that the many once lived,
Where their freedom was deprived.
A war that those in power contrived,
Where only a few have survived.

How can those who remain,
Forget all the trauma and pain.
For those left, how can one explain
That serenity, no one can now obtain.

How can their lives ever start a new
And enjoy the peace that they are due,
When even in sleep the nightmares grew.
Gone are the happy days they once knew.

The war may have very well ended.
The casualties may have been unintended;
Yet there was no mercy that was extended
By those whose conscience had been bended.

The blood of those lives that were taken,
The lives of those remain that were shaken;
To a past of tragedy they have been forsaken,
Yet their hopes and faith had been awaken.

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your personal war and jesus explained

this is the rundown since this never goes through

god is who you were meant to be
jesus says sacrifice doing wrong so you can achieve it
the devil will claim you through your own daydreams of success
to be a hero in the end of ending your terrorism

strive to be the god you are supposed to be
held back due to misunderstanding
jesus says be patient for you learn irregardlessly of present situation how to be 
that person
the devil knows if you owe him nothing

born to be heros
do not aid ones suffering
for you will become accident prone
and fall victom of a hell you were creating for another
which will in turn end up being their dream come true

your three psychologies mastered
your war with yourself
how you win and fail
hey me this is you go find yourself

worst case scenario of evils and wrongs of one person
taking on the worlds sins openly so mankind can figure out where they went wrong

i do not need you to play with your cards on the table
i have just put them there for everybody to see

(this will help a lot of people, more than it already has)
a sleight of reality, beliefs, and consciousness
to deadlock the world into peace, by not helping any war effort
described and outlined in a mystery becoming more clear

in today's society this is the worst case scenario
hashed out in every conceivable way
helping me overcome this will bring you to your enlightenment
and more than likely awareness and peace inside and out
world round

imperfect as it may be

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The Casualty

The officer’s whistle opened the door,
the pain of mortar did greet the damned
and I did nap with death in no man’s land.

In cold of night the stretcher did wake
 from peace to hell and burning pain.
These eyes will see the stars no more,
no comrades smile for me.
The darkness has won
for light has abandoned me
and my face is for others to see.

Am I alive? The pain agrees,
my hand can feel this fevered brow.
What will home think?
to only half a man
and will England still respect this man?

The sound of an angel, who talks with God,
a poor soul for sale,
could that be me?
And God condemns 
that I am not worthy,
for others deserve better
than half of me.

And in my darkness 
Opium’s womb enters my veins
the pain chased away by foetal claim,
while the music of war in shrapnel fragment
screams a tortured lament.
And youth will queue to die in vain
 among the ranks of nightingales reign.

These deities who tend this holy fodder
 grow distant with bloody rags.
My mind feels the heat of shrapnel’s breath,
the thought of box in foreign field
the feel of sun and breeze denied
and claustrophobia feeds my fear.
Lonely is the grave with no goodbye
and I do not want to die.

But god is my surgeon and he is beat,
the angel will deliver mercy
 and death will get his degree.

For compassion was hers to give,
the touch of her hand
will wipe this brow.
The cold of the scissors will cut the tag
and I will join a corpse’s march
obeying the ghost of captains orders
uniting friend and foe in melting borders.

In death I will believe
and hope will leave this earth with me.
My reward is tempered by sword and cross
 epitaph is poured over another loss.
And country prepares to count the cost

The drone of the letter
this paper of man
typed in halls by Vatican whores,
delivering their knock on mother’s door.

This pain of England’s son
 will lie in empty bed,
 silence will be hers to see.
A candle for me in winter’s light
but death will play in mother’s night.

Her tears will wash this wooden cross,
the house will cry for little boy lost
and the dog will sit with eye on door,
never to wag his tail no more.

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Battling Addiction

It's not just a fight,
It’s a war I’m in,
This addiction is just way to powerful,
I need to get a grip,
But taking doses of lust and love is pure insanity,
This addiction is way too strong.

But a part of me wants this addiction to take over,
It’s so heavenly and strong,
It’s just that your kiss is like my ecstasy,
It lifts my soul and I thrive on that insane energy you give me,
I’m so addicted to your kiss,
The touch of your body is like sniffing cocaine,
It sets my mind free and love is all I want to give,
But I’m so addicted to your body,
But the love from your heart is like my own drug that I have discovered,
Its does more things to my mind, heart and soul than any form of drug has to offer,
I’m so addicted and I love it,
This war of battling addiction is over,
I may have lost,
But my heart has won,
I’m addicted to your body and I’m addicted to your love.

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So you are a fighter pilot in one of today’s latest jets. 
Tell me what it is like to fly, to fight and to die in the air? 
All of the crushing g-forces and dizzying changes 
of direction happening all at once. 
I bet that there’s no glory in your battles, 
only pain, mutilation and death. 
But this is your game, an aerial ballet 
of chess where the victors come home 
and the vanquished cease to exist. 
I’d like to see what you see just for a day, 
to experience what it is like to be a fighter pilot.

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parasites cause mental illness

the tarot is a story of the pharoas birthday
4 royal families in hiding to win a war as a gift.
satan was the pharoas name
jesus was sarge
mary the nurse
jesus was hired to carry out satans itinerary to abolish slavery
the death on the cross metaphor is a crime of the century to abolish torture
in the above mentioned way.

the royal curse
a ring of parasites
to get rid of the next...mice eating caterpillars in your body.

the davinci code reveals the bait and switch gimme drawing of the line known as halloween
the killing of kindness at christmas as to why the song and dance
the resolutions for change at new years, is the drawing of the line
realise your allie during valentines
buy your way across the line at st patricks day,
easter is a reminder to change the bait and switch of the name game of changing locations

the last crime of the century is a court game called the name game
why what is named after who where and why
kindergarden cop

our crime of the century is to mastermine mankinds good intentions and result in world peace
when the transaction of every dollar on earth revolves around peace not war, we succeed

global homework to act out the global survival of all worst case scenarios from every angle where the world achieves peace
then do them again
this ends up as a pancake breakfast where we talk ourselves out of a missile crisis

win war like they did in the old days
mark your enemy for death by making them stand out
rush them in groups of ppl and drive their noses into their brain

ding dong ditch is effective
random hey.

when was the last time you heard the mental health system cured someone of a parasite, like ring worms?
are they just waiting for the military to come home and convince them to take medicine
and use those buildings to hold prisoners of war?
practice makes perfect.

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Cherry Blossom

Dreams of tomorrow I must steel myself myself to a lonely sleep
I find my pillow wet with tears and discover that I have been biting my lips
our piddling worn-out planes did we think we could win with these toys
how stupid and there the high school girls waving our farewell
with cherry blossom branches

My imagination a Hayabusa III taking off towards Okinawa on a suicide mission April 12, 1945.
please no offence meant to either side (or middle).

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The Voice Of A Fallen Soldier

Here we perished 
For a count'y we so much adored 
But did our dear country loved  us?

For if love our country had for us
Not it would have sent us to war

If our country loved us,
PEACE it would have chosen!

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The Forgotten Heroes

The chill of morning sweeps the streets of Whitehall.
Rain falls like tears from the sky onto the Cenotaph stone.
I fear the sight of his name, should the pain make me fall,
Amongst the crowd I stand here alone

No loving words to give me hope,
No letterbox clatter with joy renew.
So in memories past I sit and study,
The pain of loss is deep for you.

As I lay here in the silence, I wonder how much father knows,
About this nightmare and the darkness that surrounds me.
These are the demons that haunt my mind,
Longing for death to set me free.

No 10 gun salute to make my father proud.
Death has taken my ID tag, my title and my name.
Would my father disown me?
The thought drives me insane!

In the deafening silence,
I cling on as hope slips away.
No news of my son,
Tortures every day.

I hear his voice in the darkness of night,
His image floats above my bed.
The boy I sent off to make me proud,
Does he lie among the unknown dead?

My senses are shattered, body battered, my sight is gone,
My head drums out an S. O. S thumping on death’s door.
If only a loving touch could soothe me,
Oh, to see my father once more!

To be able to look upon your face,
To be a family once more.
When we have always been true and faithful,
Why must God allow the horror of war!
Oh please God!

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The Art of War

A craving to conquer, a hunger for war
Ships set sail, to foreign soil 
Across dark seas onto treacherous shores

Archer’s drawback their bows, 
Fiery arrows climb high,
Flying with fury, they darken the sky.

The awful odor of pure detest running through their veins
Projectiles sores then pour like horror’s heated rains

Golden Chariots carry both, man and beast, 
Corpses fall 
And vultures feast,

 Upon their flesh, gnawing on their bones
What lays ahead it is unknown.

Night has fallen and they retreat,
 no victory, and no defeat 

Surrounding blazing camp fires they celebrate,
Drunken songs, mourn fallen mates

Reeking of sulfur, comes morning dew
They suit for battle, Combat ensues

Gallant and fearless, they stand with pride,
 Shoulder to shoulder, side by side.

Mesmerized by the enchanted sounds
The squawking of crows,
 their heart’s that pound

The sun beams down

Their armor of silver, reflecting light
Their faces are raw, no sign of fright

Bold bronze shields and, Sharpened spears 
Salted sweat trickling down, they have no fear.

They draw their swords, they stand their ground.
It echoes

 NOW! !!!

That dreaded sound.

Metal on metal, 
 Daggers ripping through skin, 

All attack, the battle begins

Blades penetrate through tissue and bone
The horrific uttering of shrieks and moans 

Mutilated bodies
All are pierced, 
Rivers of blood. 
All is spilt

The ghastly stench of carcasses, rest at their feet 
The sounds of skeletons buckling underneath.

Soldiers collapsing all around, 
 it shacks the land
Great warriors, dying noble men

“Forward!!!” They roar

Javelins take flight, and lances thrust 
Onward  they march, thirsting death
 From dawn to dusk

Gaping wounds, detached limbs, and vengeful eyes
They push ahead; they hold the lines,
 until all adversaries 
have met their demise. 


Chiquita Baity

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lost ideals
from a time
of love & freedom

capitalist gains
communal sustanence

military power
political prowess
individual rights
lost to the war

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War and hate,
War and hate,
It’s so plain to see,
That violence seems to dominate,
The nightly news on TV.

War in Afghanistan,
War in Iraq.
Muslim hating Jew,
White hating Black.

We need to take a stand,
There’s nothing left to lose,
Let’s stop the tension now,
Before we blow a fuse.

Peace and love,
Peace and love,
That’s the only key,
It’ll end the war and hate,
Just you wait and see.

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the continual process for world peace HOMEWORK

first you clear china
in case of a white vs white war
the emperor sorts through 98 types of chinese ppl everyday

then you find if its group A or Group B

Group A browns
B whites

you dont just wake up and blow up buildings for no reason
you dont call people names just cause

are the americans losing to a white vs white war throwing ethnic communities in harms way, as these ppl set up shop in canada?

first east india then china?
what do the african americans have to say?

then pick an outsider looking in like britian....
ask their opinion...

what about the community flying under the radar, who is trying not to matter and why?

once this process begins ppl will calm down
once people are calm the confusion fades

now we are logical after recooperating from being sick with war

what does cross referencing the situation tell you?

its a white versus white war of a group of whites pretending to be two other groups of white people.
this makes the world white supremist to get the bad ones in trouble with the right people 

in short its usually five stupid people playing terrorist dominos
bullying a group of people to bully another group of people

take pity... if it wasnt for that group of people terrorising the first group of people to live an endless nightmare, they could have had a normal life, been a real friend, and not lived in terror for their children.

once this process is perfected,
demonstrate it ritualisticly
and have it celebrated.

saints have proved holidays to be very powerful
like the holidays we celebrate today of drawing the line in the sand from the gimme of halloween to the buying across the line of easter

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Horrors of War

O' the horrors of war!
Finally a nation free
To vote my leaders democratically

O' the horrors of war!
Rape, torture amidst this people nevermore
No fear of nocturnal knocks upon my door

O' the horrors of war!
The price to eat now seems all together cheap
And the more I earn the more I keep

O' the horrors of war!
Once again our children have become our own
This land that I reap now I shall sow

O' you say...
The horrors of war!
But, did you ever live... 
In this place before?

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Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.

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prodigal youth a target for terrorists hiding in america

on youtube i am troynelson2011 the ocd riddle for world peace,
 i cant check my email,
 twitter wont let me tweet,
 facebook wont let me post, 
and soundcloud definately owes me an appology...

. imagine a group of people in my allies back yard pretending to be somebody they aren't. 
imagine that group of people hiding in my allies midst was perpetrating war crimes in other parts of the world.  
lets say hypothetically speaking this group of people hiding among my allie was holding their children hostage on television and force feeding children to be medicinal guinea pigs so their kids wouldnt have to... 

now imagine this group of people hiding in my allies midst perpetrating war crimes in other countries was funded by the global prodigal youth via living out their dreams and ambitions before they could cause they had the means to do so first.. so this group of inventors all with one invention under their belt using my friends kids as guineau pigs funded by my other friends childrens dreams.....

What do you think happens when a terrorist organisation hiding in your allies midst (few disguised as many) perpetrating war crimes accumulates a debt to owe the prodigal youth sky scrapers...

a global terrorist in usa is perpetrating war crimes using your kids as medicinal guineau pigs.  setting up shop in canada where is rumored homeless began taking refuge in the sewer

in short america, you are going to be introduced to the global prodigal youth, terrorists hiding in your country owe sky scrapers to.when does armstrongs sperm mature anyway?

they hold children hostage on television, they use your kids as guinea pigs,

you have just been volunteered to assist me in murdering my enemy, the one that owes me everything they ever put in their mouth

wouldnt you feel responsible to find out every time you opened your mouth it  became  a tv show, game show, movie, or product on your store shelves, was being used to fund global terrorism.

tsix step process of your enemy.vs ur 4 step process to realise ur allie

you have MY enemy surrounded, word of mouth is powerful

after you read this phone your mother and tell her you recieved an email from the future king of england explaining your global problems... 

 twiiter, facebook, soundcloud, are stolen ideas
isnt it ironic bill gates is our worlds most famous inventor with only one invention... and shows absolutely no pridefor his own baby he worked on for years after work

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Signed, JabroniVille USA

Signed, JabroniVille USA

Hammer the sidewalk to watch it crack
Fade the symbols and strike a chord
Watch an army of plumbers unite
To evict the evil worms digging holes
In the universe

But most importantly
Welcome to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody works
A town where nobody thinks
A town where nobody votes
A town where nobody gives a hoot

Torch the buildings and watch them burn
While roasting marshmallows over the remains
Of the dead haunted by yesterday's wars
Bring back the drum beat and strike a chord
It's time for the guitar solo

But most importantly
Welcome to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody works
A town where nobody thinks
A Town where nobody votes
A town where nobody gives a hoot

So pull up a chair as I set of nuclear bombs
The days from the past disappear
We're all just headless chickens running around
Not knowing left from right and up from down
It's time to drop the bass

Never come back to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody worked
A town where nobody thought
A town where nobody voted
A town where nobody gave a hoot

So pull down the signs
Nothing is here for you to see
Everything was left destroyed
By thoughtless drones
And corrupt leaders

Signed, JabroniVille USA

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Touch of the Soul

I alone stand vigil over the memories of my past;
I alone feel the weight of them,
feel what it is to be
the man that past has created.
I stand, alone, beneath the stars and the moon,
contemplating all, as I ever have done;
it is only now that I've accepted
that's who I am meant to be;
the writer, the poet –
I stand with the rest of the dreamers.
I sit, alone, among the instruments of music,
playing on and on throughout my life;
music flows into and through my soul,
and I am now and will always be,
the musician and the bard –
I sit with the rest of the drummers.
I travel, alone, with the remembrances of love,
searching always for that one true other;
it is only now that I've accepted that even
without one such, I can live;
the romantic, the sentimental –
I travel with the rest of the passionate.
I escape, alone, in the pages of a good story,
reading for ever and anon;
books speak to me, engage me,
entertain me, release me;
the storyteller and the listener –
I escape with the rest of the readers.
I will fight, never alone, next to my brothers
and sisters in arms;
it is with all of myself that I've accepted
my duty, and who I will always be;
the soldier, the guardian –
I will fight with the rest of the Marines.

I dance, run, walk, laugh, alone, in the rain,
let loose my being in the deluge;
the storm's fury and glory
somehow become my own;
the drenched, the soaked –
I do all of this with the rest of the rain lovers.
It is only now that I've accepted
that I have become
who I was meant to be;
who I want myself to be.
I alone know what it is to be
myself, Andrew James Sprouse,
scion of the sea and of the past,
of the word and the sword.
But I do not alone know what it is to feel alive;
to be exactly who you are,
who you're meant to be.
I do not alone know the truth of pain.
None of us stands truly and utterly alone.
Every single one of us walks, arm in arm,
with those who share your experiences,
your beliefs, your thoughts and your lives.
But you, alone, know what makes your heart free,
what makes your fire ignite and your essence true;
you alone know the visage and touch of your soul.

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World War 3

You may view my life as perfect
and I do too when I look at it
from the outside.
But in reality I view my world as a world war
If something is perfect in my life
I somehow make it look like an 
old decrepit dried up melting flower
it looks and feels like an old abandon house
waiting to be demolished 
to keep the underage kids away
from smashing my already shattered windows
and engraving anymore names to my wall of shame.
"Greg was here" is written all over 
as if it were some kind of cult.
Their digging their names into me
to show off to the new comers that decided 
to explore my cave of disasters that
they were once there. 
No one wants to be forgotten
but in my world, I am.

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Passing by this old rock I met ten 
years ago
Displaying ugly scars of many 
useless battles
Fought to escape my laughter
Fought to make the tearful rain
Sought to grow my garden of 

This old rock I met ten years ago
Laughs at my lonely life
Mocks at my mangled mind
Points at this broken axe
I hack brethren down.

This old rock I met ten years ago
Bawls over my bloody hands
Asks if mine is a happy life
Living in this empty town
Once full of songs.

This old rock I met ten years ago
Asks if there is a home
For people I send beyond.

Dear old rock I met ten years ago
Why not go and see for yourself?

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The Tyrant

The Tyrant

How cruel is love:

That it might entice a statue ,
Then forsake it when it move.

That it might crown a man Emperor, 
Then banish him from his kingdom.

That it might deliver a man from the gallows,
Only to have him murdered by its own hand.

Oy vey, Of all the tyrants known to man,
There is none crueller then unrequited love.  

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Yesterday night,
To the shrilling winds of history I listened to,
Telling me tales from centuries past, 
Horrifying stories of hate, suffering and 
Of killings unending 
Of tortures untold 
Of pain unimaginable
Of rivers of blood 
Of seas of tears, 
All works, of appalling 

I asked myself isn’t it about time, humanity
Overthrew the reign of this wrathful tyrant, 
This soulless dynast of human consciousness,
This relentless torturer of loving hearts,
This destroyer of dreams and aspirations of so 
Many generations of the innocent?

Hasn’t the hour come yet to put an end to the 
dreadfulness of war? 
How many more centuries have to pass, for us to 
Stand up and fight this monstrous slayer?
How many more countries have to be destroyed?
How many genocides have to take place before
We ready would be to:
Bar hatred
Ease suffering
Stop the distractions
End the killings
Eliminate the tortures
Alleviate the pain
Dry the rivers of blood and 
Evaporate the seas of tears?

Aren’t we ready yet, to SAY,    
Enough to agony,
Enough to fear,
Enough to death?


Yes, to care,
Yes, to compassion, 
Yes, to universal brotherhood?

What are we waiting for, in order for us, to
Erect the structures of understanding? 

What will it take to make us pave the highways of 

What more do we need for to build the bridges of 
Love and compassion?

Let us, therefore, create, NOW,
These structures, 
These highways and 
These bridges that will permit us to: 
Eliminate our differences, 
Resolve our disputes ,
Find solutions to our problems,
Give answers to questions that have 
Haunted humanity since its birth,

Thus, at last,

We will glorify God and Man alike 
Establishing the kingdom of blessed
Peace on earth,
From this moment onwards and into 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   04 SEPTEMBER 2014  

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Library Girl

Library Girl 
She worked in the local library part time. 
And liked to read Harry Potter books. 
She liked a lad who popped in fortnightly. 
He was quiet just like her. 
Her eyes sought him out whenever he was there. 
A shyness inhibited her asking him out. 
In time he stopped going to the library. 
The library girl missed the library lad. 
Many months passed. 
She became very withdrawn. 
For someone so quiet, that was bad. 
Then one day he returned. 
On seeing him her joy was only fleeting. 
He was no longer the tall fit happy young man she remembered and held in her heart. His legs were missing and an arm withered. 
When he saw her distress he drove his electric chair over. 
For the first time they really spoke. 
Please don't cry. I know I changed. I joined the army. A Taliban bomb got me and killed two of my mates. I'm Jack. 
The library girl openly wept. 
She knelt down and kissed Jack and held his good hand. 
I'm Hannah. I love you Jack. I feared I'd never ever see you again. 
Jack wiped her tears away and smiled. 
I won't leave your side now, not ever Hannah. I missed you. As the army medics tried to stop me dying I thought of you. I promised to come back for you. Here I am...

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The feigned glories of war
With the fluttering flag
And the romanticized figures and bloodied bodies
Put a beautiful and patriotic image in your mind.
But the horrors of war are not beautified
With sugary words and hope.
No. The sight of it, feel of it
Can leave you trembling and wishing no more.
Once the ideas of a beautiful war diminished
Into the deepest, darkest depths of our minds,
We saw the terrible cause of discord.
Would war ever end? 
Though we have attempted peace since WW1
We have fallen short and ended up 
With more soldiers and more fatalities.
War is the violent compromising of two conflicting territories.
A way of foreign policy that causes mishap 
And reluctance.
It causes weariness in civilians—
But will it ever cease to exist?
Is there no other way?

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Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug

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Wanting Peace

Everyday the world you live in is a war zone.  Everyone you love is fighting over their place in this world.  Making you always having to choose a side. But what happens when either side you choose is wrong. 
No one sees how much it effects your feelings.  It makes you think that there's no love in this world and you will always live in world war 3.  Where's the love and peace you seek?  When you know that you can't fix everything wrong.  when love has distroyed everything.  And you can't stand the sound of yelling and screaming anymore. 
Everynight you pray for peace and just to be happy and safe.  Wanting a normal life in a world full of angry people is so hard to find.  You start searching for any means of escape.  Only to find that the options you have for escape only distores You from the inside out.  leaving you a casualty of war that will never end.

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A Private Battle

The war The war is long past… But the scars remain Itching and hurting Every day. The war is long past… But the nightmares haunt Tormenting and terrifying Every night. The war is long past… But the shrapnel tears Burning and fragmenting Every movement I make. The war is long past… But the gunfire resounds Exploding and shelling Every thought I take The war is long gone… But the wounds are fresh Bursting and bleeding Every day. The war is long gone… But the darkness is dank Stifling and suffocating Every night. The war is long gone… But the muscles are tired Cramping and shackling Every movement I make. The war is long gone… But the smoke is dense Clouding and darkening Every thought I take. The war is long gone, for ages past But its dark memories will always last For however much I try to take pride My tears of hurt and anguish I cannot hide For which parent cannot, for a son he proudly sent Pay for that piece of hatred with which a young life was spent? Yes, the war is long past, into oblivion it has since gone But, for me - a parent - a private battle begins each morn.

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The accomplishment I seek

* “You have to be both an angel and a devil in order to create peace”

I am a little kid walking up the dark cobbled streets of France, chatting among close 
friends.   Shouting, laughing, and wondering, what wonderful mixtures of food are our 
mothers conjuring in the kitchen.   As we continue to walk up the hill, and past by the smiling 
couples, lively children’s, and joyous merchants.  We hear a deafening key being hit over 
and over again from the distance. The keys to this sound linger in our ears, as its notes fall 
to the ground like beggars change.  Then again from the distance comes a crowd full of 
twisted faces melded between agony and sadness, children’s that were once lively are now 
crying .  The once joyous merchants now scatter among the chaos leaving there stands and 
their life’s work behind them.  Being the kids that we are, we run with the fray then comes, a 
blinding flash followed with a rumble; and I stumble to the floor.  When I came back to my 
senses, I was lying amongst a valley of debris, and a valley of corpses.  The hill that was 
once dusk, was now a crimson red, and being the kid that  I was I though the hill was simply 
crying in pain.  Realizing this as hell on earth, I called for my friends but not an answer came 
back to reassure me.  “Guy, Guy what does this story have to do with achieving your 
accomplishments” said my teacher irritatingly.   I took my time to answer and while I was 
waiting I looked around the classroom, and I saw some kids laughing, and others looking at 
me as if I were crazy. Then I said “is war really that funny that you would laugh, is it that 
funny when a child dies that you laugh, is war really that fun that you would go and make a 
widow out of a wife”. There smiled dropped from their faces, and a decent few said “no”.   
Realizing what I was talking about my teacher asked me “how will one man alone achieve 
peace, let alone someone like you, can you tell me, enlighten me guy”.   I looked at him 
straight in the eye, smiled and said ……………….. 

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No Matter the Cost

Some wear the blends of foliage Some wear the shades of sand Others wear the colors red, white and blue But they all are proud to take the stand. Some prepare with their feet on the ground Some prepare soaring high up in the clouds Others prepare by floating on oceans and seas But they all are proud to share the same command. Some are daughters and sons Some are husbands and wives Others are friends and neighbors But they all are proud to protect our land. Some have families scared to leave them behind Some have no one and are lonely inside Others have nightmares when they close their eyes But they all are proud to fight for our freedom at hand.

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Reputation Mind Tower

Reputation Mind Tower

Alumni alumnus refuses to let the truth to surface on a mirrored pond of 
questioning students making efforts of understand just why they cannot advance 
it is the tower. There is reputation of the men to be considered they send the best 
minds of all the millions to be rulers. There is the tower. Just consider the men 
the many evil men in power shooting weapons of destruction just to walk up the 
staircases of the tower. In the elevator he has loaded his revolver to carry death 
up to the tower. The upper room is the final test there is just one computer there 
it is an image of the beast it blinks on and off saying 666 in burning letters and 
now every devil wants to climb the tower is where every minion goes to battle. 
Climb the ladder of successes work and slave for all those stresses and 
someday you may climb up the staircases of my tower and be the beast who 
rules the masses. 
 Reputation Mind Tower     

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Neglected World

I utter
Words of regret
I mutter
Words of neglect

I’m anxious
‘cause I don’t feel right in this state of remorse…and I’m tainted by solitude
I’m nervous
‘cause I feel like a downright disgrace…and I’m filthy and nude
I’m upset
‘cause I don’t feel like I belong in this world…and I’m jaded
I’m in debt
‘cause I’ve been feeling like a total failure…and I’m manipulated

I flutter
Beyond the world’s reach
I surrender
I accept my fate…unable to screech

I’m afraid
‘cause I feel powerless in this world of wretchedness…spewing forth malice 
I’m prayed
‘cause I’m constantly waiting for Your mercy…full of spiritual bliss
Then again, there is no hope planted on this earth
There is no sign of peace.
No sign of mirth. 
No sign of ease. 

Signs of doom
Carries the clouds of gloom
And releases agony
And disparity   

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war pigs and woodstock

the american fatality
of what really took place
peace loving country didn't recognise their enemy
they knew the difference between right and wrong
yet the justice that prevailed did not

flower children shot for what?

The peace demonstration a standstill why?
the many in their backyard wreaking havoc
did they know what they were doing?

why does everyone have a grudge with america?
and you've been the victom
as they gain control
and you fight for your rights
are they not human?
what's their problem?
whose war have you gone to and why?

sorry japan
the truth needs to surface before you make a mistake
upon a country thats never seen a good day for a long time
blackmailed by an art of war
they are about to take the fall for a war pig
if it was authorised it wasn't from the peaceful nation protesting it all along

the proof is in the pudding
flower children shot for loving one another
the art of conversation
greedy grubby diamond hands
sabateurs on many corners
no role model of society?
problems working for society and civilians?
enjoy your lead lunch

Hold tight japan
your true enemy is about to be realised
the war pigs of woodstock that have been biding their time
the lies of liars lies and why they lie

nothing more gorgeous than tag teaming these nasty things
these inhuman war mongerers
problem being a role model?
hate everyone for no reason?
imagine working for a civilian?

looking through the truth of the demonstrations of peace again and again
who authorised that?
war pigs that came to power
sick gross disgusting people not worth anything to anyone

you swore an oath
you were voted in
you had a civic duty that never goes away
even when you lose your job
cant be a role model when your hired to be one?
have a problem doing the right thing
everyone sees the obvious line
not a hard criteria to care of your society
what are you doing wrong?
or they will succesfully blackmail you
and you will take a fall for war crimes under rug swept

be patient japan
the truth will rise
everything is eventual

lets blood bond war pigs
get it over with
blow your heads off
I guarantee you will die
for your sabatoge
of my friends standing for peace
i swear revenge
the criteria of a war pig
a pretty bold line between right and wrong

Tag team these losers

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war crimes of a global terrorist hiding in america and canada

on youtube i am troynelson2011 the ocd riddle for world peace,
 i cant check my email,
 twitter wont let me tweet,
 facebook wont let me post, 
and soundcloud definately owes me an appology...

. imagine a group of people in my allies back yard pretending to be somebody they aren't. 
imagine that group of people hiding in my allies midst was perpetrating war crimes in other parts of the world.  
lets say hypothetically speaking this group of people hiding among my allie was holding their children hostage on television and force feeding children to be medicinal guinea pigs so their kids wouldnt have to... 

now imagine this group of people hiding in my allies midst perpetrating war crimes in other countries was funded by the global prodigal youth via living out their dreams and ambitions before they could cause they had the means to do so first.. so this group of inventors all with one invention under their belt using my friends kids as guineau pigs funded by my other friends childrens dreams.....

What do you think happens when a terrorist organisation hiding in your allies midst (few disguised as many) perpetrating war crimes accumulates a debt to owe the prodigal youth sky scrapers...

a global terrorist in usa is perpetrating war crimes using your kids as medicinal guineau pigs.  setting up shop in canada where is rumored homeless began taking refuge in the sewer

in short america, you are going to be introduced to the global prodigal youth, terrorists hiding in your country owe sky scrapers to.when does armstrongs sperm mature anyway?

they hold children hostage on television, they use your kids as guinea pigs,

you have just been volunteered to assist me in murdering my enemy, the one that owes me everything they ever put in their mouth

wouldnt you feel responsible to find out every time you opened your mouth it  became  a tv show, game show, movie, or product on your store shelves, was being used to fund global terrorism.

tsix step process of your enemy.vs ur 4 step process to realise ur allie

you have MY enemy surrounded, word of mouth is powerful

after you read this phone your mother and tell her you recieved an email from the future king of england explaining your global problems... 

 twiiter, facebook, soundcloud, are stolen ideas
isnt it ironic bill gates is our worlds most famous inventor with only one invention... and shows absolutely no pridefor his own baby he worked on for years after work

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Images; pitiful black images
suckling frantically from dry, empty breasts.
Black eyes; wide open, fearful, but
mercifully blind to destiny's most unforgiving hand.

Victims:tormented by the incessant heat of the sun's bejewelled rays,
mercy is fleeting; uncompromising
shades of hopelessness cocoon innocent souls;
But Fate will cast its untimely shadow
Black is the colour of despair.

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A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.

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Ha HA ha super soldiers

15 years, 20 jobs
11 ambulance rides
15 people died
moved 20 times
countless admissions to a hospital
the right to my own person overlooked

4 murders
2 suicides
the police and psychiatrists covering their tracks
lengthy period of punishment
look it up in the charter of rights and freedoms

war criminal doctorate in malpractice
the biker gangs overtaking the police system
a global enemy

me your blond haired blue eyed poetic criminal
100 year war mission victom
im sure even politicians and tv journalists have 
infiltration instruction to micromanage a society 
built on someone elses empire of lies

prepare the funeral pyre
the kiss and tell blackmail of sabotoge
name one persons life today
they have not completely destroyed
among the homeless in your shelters
you sniff out the senses of your enemies

Egg in the church basket like the mafia
who only takes care of their own
the list of ancestries and family trees
of guilty by association
red carpet grave funeral party

recruited for war
instructed on their mission
letter in the mail
and no escape for them
lost on an island
global enemies sent
different uniforms worn
representing the doublestandards of their vile crimes
police, and doctors, judges, and criminals alike
the layers of your life to get to drug ring bosses
stranded on this island to become a true war hero this time
either dead before you get there
or dead upon arrival
survival instincts of the jail house maximum security
island arrivals

Global enemies of all sides
sent to this modern bermuda triangle
the global army insists upon it
in the end we bomb the million stranded starving terrorists
forced to die a hero

the seven names on this list of enemy powers
guilty by association in the criminal records
Ha Ha Ha super soldiers
im just a blonde haired blue eyed poetic criminal
your 100 year long war mission
finaly explained, your long term plan for survival

Round em up
everyone of them
your global enemy that has caused this much confusion
lead to the wars we fight today
the truth remains unknown
global enemies all around the world
the terror that they spread
like the rise of the hell's angels

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Shades of Sunrise

Shades of Sunrise

Dew about to escape
Breath exchanging life's elements
Another day of deals
Running shoes padding rhythms
Ready the boardroom battles
Clopping horses arriving for oats
Tourists to enchant
Occasional honk
Distress already starting
Cabs feeling lonely
So goes
Central Park awakening

Chad's sunrise-oppression unbearable
One tree shade refuge
Shoulder to shoulder
Elbow to elbow
Meager shelter respites
Awaiting Doctors Without Borders
Despair's awaited visit
Anxious tears begging cessation
Land Rover dust billowing
Through distant heat rising
Reality's desert-St. Nick on schedule
Time's super-human visitor arriving
For a refugee park arousing

Forgotten daybreaks

Sun not seen
Clouds of smoke
Layered upon layer
Acrid death and bomb residual levitating
From yesterday
Last week
Earlier months
Years ago

Now but surreal imaginings
Held ever so precious
Beside today's reality

A Syrian city without walls
Only rubble
Crumbling ever faster
More shell holes
Bigger bombs
Pulverizing all vestige of civilization
Seemingly endless murder and destruction
Reminding all
A dictator's Neanderthal mind-set
Club crunching club
Rock crushing rock
Delivers daily battle zone awakenings
Seemingly in perpetuity


Might innocent sunrises
See the light
Once again?

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A Snipers View of the Great War

Fly on hand
born of comrade’s corpse,
the only memory of what has gone before.

The fleas that hide,
slowly drinking my soul,
a world where freedom lies
snug in the recess of my body,
a giving god to them.

And as I curse the itch with embers burn
I peer through the sight once more
waiting for my foe.
For country has made an avenging god

To see the eyes before they close,
knowing that darkness has come.
This tribute of victory
Is mine alone to dream

Though sleep is my victim’s vengeance,
a place where haunting faces
with broken skulls and withered lips
All gather to greet me.

For tomorrow the dream will begin again
and their words will grow louder
chuckled by feeding rats
which draws the attention of another sight?
for my foe seeks the eye of me.
 This harvest is a lousy feast.

Soldiers in limpet ground
shooting at images of man
For reality would tremble the hand
And a miss, is to know the man
In the mist of this no man's land

And what of god
The day is near when we will lower our heads
For to look would be obscene
We criminals of heaven, we disciples of hell.
But no matter,
Our papers are a blessed pass
For king and country comes first

The victors will judge
Hero or assassin,
The victims will argue in heaven
And god will know the failures of man.

Forgiveness was not mine to give
To follow orders, history will condemn
But the last word is mine
And Adam in his sin will answer to me
A soldier of this Great War.

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good cop

Good Cop                                                                                                                       You're a cop.                                                                                                                          In Hitler's Fatherland, Nazi Germany, 1964.                                                                                                 Little more than a rookie.                                                                                              Normally catching petty criminals and hookers in dark alleys.                                                        A call came through, a body in the woods.                                                                               You the cop, first on scene.                                                                                                   Little did you know that you, the cop, would bring everything crashing down like a house of cards.                                                                                                                      By investigating this crime, you the cop, sent fissures right to the top of the Nazi regime.                                                                                                                                     Secrets spread forth like acid; burning everybody.                                                                              The death of a race, the Jews.                                                                                      Extinct.                                                                                                                                    Retired top Nazi murderer told you, 'Not a brick remains. The Jews are in the East.'                                                      You knew you had to see with your own eyes, you the cop.                                                             Where it happened.                                                                                                                        So you went to Poland and saw.                                                                                          There were bricks there; moss covered, dirty and half buried.                                                                 What untold story did they tell?                                                                                                 Millions of ghosts hovered around you.                                                                               Crying for justice, permanent release.                                                                                                    As the SS came for you, you knew the cost - your life.                                                       With Kennedy visiting, you got the secret out.                                                                                     By forsaking your life, you collapsed the most evil regime in human history.                                                                            Ended Hitler's reign of terror, allowing peace to ignite.
edits look fine here. on final post after edit some text is out of line. not as bad as epub system i use tho which screws up word 2007 onwards. oddly word 03 is fine. hit enter key, text on next line. not like carppy 07 onwards. progress huh? yea right...

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The Soldier WW1

World War 1 

The Sergeant

The rose cannot compete
with the sweet smell of death,
only her image can forgive.
 Laid upon the silence
of another boys coffin,
which hides this journey in life.

Your shame will not bring him back.
So win your war on kitchen table
for old men know best,
glory is for you who drink to them.
Your lads are entrusted
to fight an old man’s dream, 
that age has altered with lies.

Inspire them with your bravado,
“the machine gun you can take”.
But bullets give no warning,
shells care not for heroes
and pain will not spare them.

 I who should have died long ago
will take your lads over the top.
To meet this vision of glory
and perhaps some of them
 will share with me the victory
 of living for one more day.

For victory is the crows feast,
defeat will always find another battle.
Life is to obey another order,
and time is the torment of mind
Which counts the heart beats
to the next ordeal.

This war is in my veins
pouring blood over my soul,
death will be a blessing to me.
To forget what I have seen
to forget this madness in life.

 I who greet the trains of hope.
Greet the innocent,
to take its place upon this cross,
and I will give them a lonely smile
for that is all that is left of me.

These faces of oblivion 
who come with laughter,
soon cower before the sounds of war.
Their throats now choked 
with the dry mouth of fear.

And I shall not dare too close
to this bloom of spring,
for my memory is full of ghosts.

We shall share a cigarette 
politely sanitize our existence 
with stories from home.
Quietly taking some comfort
from the guns now gorging on German blood.

 For I wish not to see them alive
and “ laddie” always remembers,
do not let them see your fear.

The cold dew of dawn is growing anxious 
It beading anoints my head
for it is the only thing that is pure 
in my life.

The first rays of light eat into my eyes
revealing the man.
A gaunt child locked out of God’s grace,
for fear belongs to us all.

The mark of death dances one more time
In the steam of morning breathe
hoping for that final kiss,
and I shiver before its presence.

Though these boys that I take 
can never know.
That just beyond their gaze
lies the guns that have taken 
the voices before them.

The sound of the whistle
Calls once again
tomorrow the faces will change
and their passing will be
a journey into my memory.

A generation cut down in sacrifice,
a rose for every victim.
But the cold white marble 
cannot hide the stories
for every family has one.

Church bells ring your victory
of widows who lost their men
and of this flower of summer,
cut down from mother’s lap.

Leave the silent streets to the swallows
to carry their voices back
to a time of peace.

For time has left us a faded photograph
Of Granddads journey done
Who went to sleep long ago.

Time in her mercy took his memory,
to join the untold stories 
Of the boys we never knew.

All lost in Flanders field 
but still guarded jealously
by the swallows who fly free 
over the peace that you
 gave to me.



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Potency and Strength - Part 5

Hence, how with time courageousness and bravery vaporized. 
How kings used to withdraw their swords alongside their noble soldiers and 
how presidents now cower behind their fortresses of weapons of mass destruction.

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The Bombings

Mortar rounds, 
plummeting to the grounds.
High velocity, undodgeable.
Whether they're hefty,
or miniscule, 
they'll get you.

Washing away the evidence,
that of small life.

Bombarding objects, they rupture,
sending shrapnel in every direction.

They make little noise,
these mortar rounds.
All one can hear,
is the patter of the barrage, 
the onslaught of an unknown assailant.

Against your windows,
those of your house,
and those on aeroplanes, cars, and buses,
the rounds proceed.
Unable to advance any further.
Impermeable to this blitz.

After the attack, shrapnel is everywhere.
Darkening that which did not resist,
collecting together on those that did.

The odour of the ammunition,
earthy and fragrant, 
wafts reluctantly through the air.

All is quiet, 
no birds, no squirrels.
Copious miasma drifts off the pale pavement,
the heat being released in a bare moment,
flowing lazily over the earth,
occupying every corner, ever space. 

Finally, a single finch braves the silence,
nattering gingerly her song. 
At once, the land is filled,
once again with noise.

The bombing is now all but forgotten.

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Insomniacs Curse

Sounds that aren't there
Rattling inside my exhausted brain
Tossing turning
Thinking about yesterday
Things that will probably never happen
Heart is racing
I try to breath through my nose
Like a freight train it comes out my mouth
Please God calm my spirit
Give me rest
Breathing slows
Still sleep eludes me
Legs feel like tree stumps
Back has dull ache
Should I get up
Maybe read for a while
Surely that would put me to sleep
Mary is sleeping so soundly
Don't want to wake her
Oh how I envy her
Think of water
I must remember to call ........
No think of water
Clear my mind, let it be blank
Why do I keep looking at that stupid clock??
I start to fade
Sweet sleep take me in your arms
Falling, leg jerks
Wide awake again, will this night ever end?
Sleep used to be my best friend
Why has it turned into my enemy
It's comforts elude me
Where are those sweet dreams I rarely remember
In an hour it will be time to get up
Alarm clock has no chance

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Autumn Suprise

I am so intrigued with my minds wandering
The deposits of endurance only keep me awake
The criminal element of my soul is yearning 
Have I dreamed this adventure?
The killing fields littered with bodies 
Too much blood to digest, the animals circling, lust in their eyes
My sense of right and wrong altered
In another state of mind
Go to the tower recognize your width
The eve of tomorrow is here not in the distant future
You are the one element of nature to reclaim your right
Murder is a word only in your competitive nature
Gain the advantage crush the only thing that keeps you alive 
The fall winds are shifting, the moon is so full
It's as if you can't come back It's deep in your soul
Breathe, breathe take everything you can
Your life is about to transcend 

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The Man in the Iran Mosque

        Afghan Afghan wearing an Afghan

      leg lifted high

            a pissious 88 salute

          and drenching thirsty

                                    cactus masses

                             with needle arms

                        these masses

                                    drooling acids

                                         crass bands

                                 of bandit masses

                   and the temperature over 140 degrees

            erect hands 

              linger longingly

pining for more

                opiated oblivion

                opinions like onions

          like reefer smoke weaving


                 half assed flags

                    and children try on roles

                                        like play clothes

                        orphan, mourner,

                                    time traveller

            instant age

               in the era of youth

        exfoliators for sporeous pores

-swapping wives instead of recipes now

-foot taps not door raps in bathrooms now

-teachers teach sex ed with homework now

            a world strong enough

     to school us weekly

            as we are fed weakly

we murder it

   by not living Taliban-tech levels

but being regurgitated 

Romans we

       eating to excess

       drinking more

       sexing children

       losing mores

we will circle coriolis

    bring enemies in among us

         and embrace

    this pieceful islam of Religion

 and die

            one by one

                as a people

            who refused a Good God

                will never take a violent god

           and obssessed

     with libertine dash liberty

will die




stoned, jaw dropping walldrops, 

            like head drops

                in soccer stadiums


            this is your life

(but try not to get any turf in your teeth)

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The Funeral Of A Hero

The Funeral Of A Hero

A bugle blows in the distance
Seven gunshots echo
Bouncing off of a thousand trees
A caisson led by dark black horses 
Carrying a simple black box draped in a flag
There is no one to say good bye
Except an officer dressed in a formal uniform
He places a silver star on the box
He salutes as the box is lowered into the ground
Just a few yards from a fallen president
He will remain known but not cared about
There will be no one come to mourn
He died defending those he fought with
He died fighting for a country who only knew him as a number
Now he does not have the chance to love
He does not have the chance to play with his son
He needlessly gave his life
All he has left is a white granite stone 
His named carved for anyone to see
But the stone it does not say what is important
It does not tell the entire story
It does not say that the young man below was a hero
A hero who died to save others
It just says that he lived and died
That is not enough

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Kalki The Great Destroyer

Exit the chaos from which you are derived the Prince of Providence makes his existence felt with head held miles high for he has survived against all the uneven odds acknowledging the victory he gives a slight accepting nod while at loss for words for he has exceeded more than ever deserved sitting upon his throne, unowned at the highest peak existence has known Hear me Great Destroyer, conqueror of lesser men from heaven or hell, or the wishing well from what shadow did you ascend? a shadow who dominates the light the prince leaves prints of a powerful foresight a kiss goodnight, for the waning age not one sole survive, to witness his rage a chaos reign, for all the accepted learn to control it, or join the neglected I live within the golden gates survivor of the olden days staring frozen by his gaze stuck for eternity in my own mind maze Where have you been? What have you witnessed? How did you become master to the submissive? How did you beat the horror you faced? The Prince of Destruction is of calamity made

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A Trickle Of Blood

That scarlet drop of a life still on my bayonet;
Lying lonely then in a six foot trench fox coffin,
Judgements of those at home not yet screaming in ears.
Shouldn't I have died to free them of guilt ridden freedom?

Only if they knew I had dreamed I wished it happened;
That final pain so much easier to survive than my fear.
Having to kill to live painting me into coward's corner,
At least that's the way I saw it in bloody dying color.

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.

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Just a bit of meditation

If greed had not been passed down by generation 
If love and peace had not been reduced to confiscation   
If the rules of government had not been trapped through the lamination 
of corruption
Leaves no room for imagination
God forgot about creation
Hope is lost in legislation 
Money runs our formation
Not given enough consideration
Hold loved ones close in the gestation 
Of the clowns who run our nation
Don’t think about the population
Oil runs through my circulation
Cut me open to reduce inflation
Masses controlled by the spread of propagation 
Minds thinking about increasing production
Not wondering about the function
To create reconciliation 
That will erase all detestation
World becoming one at the disintegration
Of hate that causes annihilation  
But we’re wrapped up in materialization 
No one thinks about moderation 
Losing the point of our conception
Watching love burn by cremation
Cultures watching their own elimination
Taken over by globalisation
Not thinking about our obligation
To bring an end to this violation 
So we can all live without feeling exclusion
Wondering what caused our distraction
As we sit in front of the television
Open your minds to this jurisdiction 
That is causing devastating afflictions
Not enough vaccinations 
To cure the spreading contamination
Children suffering from starvation
Don’t tell us it’s a peace mission it’s an invasion
Millions face extermination
Treated like an insect infestation
Super powers don’t care about liberation 
Please understand that war is not a celebration
Just because it creates an augmentation
In the economic foundation 
It’s still a disgusting molestation
Of the purity in civilization
Weapons cause death not constructive conversation
Bombs exploding cause fragmentation
Of emotions such as adoration
Synonym for love respect and devotion
The cry for peace should not be answered with explosions
Raise your hand if you agree with this motion
Was this the point of evolution? 
Ever increasing pollution
Creates a growing irritation
In the system of respiration
Symptoms close to asphyxiation  
Don’t breath in its like suffocation
This is not an exaggeration
This is not a fabrication
This is just a demonstration
Of how we caused our own obliteration
Passing on a bit of education 
Through the form of communication
Hope there's been some concentration 
Thanks for your appreciation 

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Beautiful bloom,
The excitement of the nation
Beautiful doom
A pure countries damnation

The beauty of a flower
Is that of the oppressive power
God bless the U.S.A 
For remaining strong today

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How Brave Of You

How brave of you to go and get enrolled
Going places where you may not want to go
Doing things that you may not want to do
Having to deal with missing your family and them missing you

How brave of you to put on your uniform everyday
Not knowing if it's your last day
Another day of doing what your commander say
Praying and hoping that you will finally go home and forever stay

How brave of you to do what we choose not to
Or what we are afraid to do
Thank you
And God bless you

How brave of you to set your pride aside
And save people's lives
To put on your badge of courage for you and me;
To fight for this country

There's not a day that goes by that I don't pray for you all
For the ones who still stand, and for the ones who fall
The respect level for you all is at its all time high
For you all are still overseas and we're left without a reason explaining why

There's not a single soul who can walk in your shoes
Except for the ones who use to and and now do the same as you
There's not a single soul who will understand what you see
And know how terrifying that will always be

I can't wait until the day when this will be over and the world will be at war no more
So that you all can rest and your mind, body, and soul can be restored
Then we can all finally be happy
And once again be the family that we use to be

Dedicated to all of our soldiers who are overseas.  Deeply from your families and me.

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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten

" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "

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A Letter to the President

Lyndon, you’ve sent me overseas 
To fight your bloody battle 
Although it hasn’t been that long 
That I threw down my baby rattle 
But bodies are what you needed 
And wars make you rich 
While Lady Bird beautifies America 
While I’m fighting from this ditch 
I heard you owned an arms factory 
That makes those M-16’s 
And soon they’ll be overseas 
For all us frightened fighting teens 
You house the poor except for youth 
They’re needed overseas 
It must be something in the water 
Or is it a democrat’s disease? 
The rich head off toward Canada 
There’s no getting them over here 
As body bags fly safely home 
And we drink good warm beer 
Those chemicals you spray around 
You say they’re as harmless as a pup  
But we have witnessed otherwise 
With folks throwing up their guts 
But Lyndon, you’re saving these people 
That want only to be left alone 
But I see you throwing those crumbs 
Like throwing the dog a bone
The money goes through the laundry 
By bigwigs over here 
It’s going to their bank accounts 
Of course you didn’t know that I’m sure 
It’s just a game you’re playing 
And we’re the pawns running wild 
Another hero bites the dust 
Another mother’s child 
I wonder if I’ll still be sane 
When my time over here is through? 
And what chance have I back home 
This is all I know how to do 
Just thought I’d write you a letter 
And explain some gripes we observe 
I know you’ll be reading this 
And won’t throw us a curve 

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Warning Sign

Surly you have put   
                your word to pen
the winds have carried them
have dispersed them               upon the globe
the game pieces          are in place
and the populace   lives    under
               dense clouds of darkness
though not awake                   aware of determinations
                        a war machine
funded with flesh              and gold
                        as oxen under yoke
who have no say           in what their masters plow
They HAVE been             forewarned
surly your WORD       has come         full circle
you have called out                 the future
and given knowledge       of fortresses
                        battlements and shields
The 1st WAR             your minds
The 2nd WAR            your hearts
The 3rd WAR             your flesh
             the full destruction of corruptions
Surly your intentions have 
                          been fully shown for any knowing
the instructions of the King
but they have been led astray
                           and loved to have it that way
You keep sending           your servants
the watchmen who view            into distances
to tell what was far off                  has come close
The Temple and the Bride
               are nearly completed
the invitations to all            the guests 
not one single soul       is exempt
                of participation
freewill will have a whole              new meaning
you can choose the          royal law           of Life
or be driven        off the cliffs
by unruly                          angels
because the            ideology            of WAR
            and fear        driven        by rulers
whose behavior is                   so corrupt 
         that we liken      them   to being    demonic
Come now where is your              reason
that you           should choose            WAR
             over the avenues of peace
everywhere        you turn          is a sign
            and it says         beware
wake up           wake up             wake up
                before you sleepwalk 
                    into death
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Distinction Righteously be Picturesque

We poured into a large bowl called Earth
Where all the pomposity of the nation rests in the outlets of self narcissistic
The rigors of high nationalism born from a pride in the name of race and nation
Not infrequently conduct the leadership headed  to the wrong way ...

We with the miscellaneous of stereotypes 
Become the benchmark of a certain behavior
Make our own brand as if it had been patented by our nature
A birth which supposed to destroy all the barriers and unify

A synergy that should be purified
Adorn every corner by dismissed our own selfish
Turn your self but turned no mess
Achieve the spectrum, create the rainbow

The differences will not brings us in any despicable
Nor make us even better than others
Due to our differences we complement each other
Due to the differences we understand each other

Don't make any excuses for the differences
Don't depart your self into a paradigm which merely been relative
Make the differences become a decent things to be heard
And beautiful as it seen though it's hard

Author's Note:
Represent my concerns over the war of Palestine and Israel which finally reached their agreement to finish the war.

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You must remember this

Tonight I’ll disconnect the phone
and lock all doors
and close the curtains.

It will be me and my TV,
some sushi maybe
and some wine.

The couch and comfy cushions
now a small tropical island
in a sea of quiet bliss.

I’ll start with something light
and frothy - something
that will make me smile:

‘Arsenic and Old Lace’ or
‘Beauty and the Beast‘,
‘Great Expectations’ maybe,

before it’s time to brace myself,
to go all-out for perfect bliss -
a box of hankies at the ready.

Yes, for here we are again:
in Paris and in black & white -
and yes of course: it’s raining.

Two people meet and fall in love
while Europe’s burning
and the armies march.

Then, of course, their time runs out
and they must part and say goodbye
amidst the smoke of waiting trains.

(A station is the best farewell:
its sounds and smells so redolent
of love and desolation.)

The camera now shuts its eyes
and when it dares to look again
it is upon a different scene -

another place, another time,
of deserts and of nightclubs,
of Nazi boots and gambling debts:

a place without much hope,
but that for some has now become
their lonely bit of exile.

So, enter Rick into his bar,
a cigarette between his lips,
a hat that’s almost jaunty.

Ah well, you know the story, don’t you? 
Everybody surely knows this movie: 

Those images of hope and loss,
of grief and laughter - all those
long goodbyes and then those songs:

“You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply as time goes by.”

A perfect movie and a perfect ending.
Sad, of course, for yes,
it’s yet another parting…

But what a world to visit once again,
where everything must always be about
these old, familiar enchantments.

Love and loss – and duty, honour
and the faith that all of this will conquer evil
conquer shadows, conquer time.

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First or second,we prefer,

In a world forum,

These,first and second we fear-

The two world wars,

The third come or not,

The fourth never,

The third to come when no rain,

No flood,very hot and when not a drop to drink!

I know,I am sure,it's for want of water,

Read,WAteR,there is war!

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The Ultimate War Machine

There I stood, alone, unable to think, mind blank, unable to run, from my fears. The sound of a click, ran through my body. My finger pulled back, on the trigger, that could change my life. Should I? or shouldn’t I? Tears ran down my trembling cheeks, as my hand lifted towards my head. Would the world go on without me? I shut my eyes, as my hand drew nearer. The sound of a “BANG”, filled the air. I was wounded! My life flashed before my eyes, as everything went blank… Misery and pain lead the way. All through a gun. The destroyer of human lives. The Ultimate War Machine.

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I Shall Bring You The Victory

If I shall not return-
Don’t be in waiting,
Don’t be so upset for me,
If you can, pet pigeon,
On the day when you forget
Fly them in the blue sky.

If I shall not come back never-
Don’t fly kite in the sky of your heart,
If you feel so lonely walking on the way at twilight
Don’t be sad,
Know, there is me walking side by side you
With hand to hand.

If shall I not return-
Fleet in the sea
All those my gifts,
In the juvenile light of the new day
Have a bath in cool water,
Don’t worry; I shall remain shadow of you.

If I shall not come back never-
Don’t stay awaken night for me,
Go asleep in the southern breeze
Lighting the bloody candle of love,
Know, I am sitting upside the bed
Looking at you all over the night.

If shall I not return-
Keep up the dreams,
Not everything is gained in a life,
Nor everybody returns from the battle field,
If shall I not return, don’t pay homage to my grave
Having so agony inside the heart.

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I Do Fear Nothing

Having walked in valleys of death,
Where battlefields once were meadows.
Blood, drowning lungs it once fed;
Where bullets tore hearts instead of breaking them.

Oh the power that emotion does yield;
Still, lost feelings do not compare to wars,
Where tenderness was never born.
Only cold steel that protected then flew to kill.

Termination has knocked on my door,
Yet I was lucky enough not to answer.
Not so for buddies closer than brothers,
They loved me briefly then died in my arms.

How else can I repay them except to be brave?
It's the best thing they all taught me to be.
A lesson I'm so glad to have learned;
I do fear nothing, except for this loneliness.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.

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One-sided Affair

Are you mad at me  
or are you mad at the fact 
that you never noticed? 
Although You felt 
an unbearable  pain
you never considered 
my emptiness and desolation

Time after time we bicker
and you preach
about what you believe is true
but how could you know
if you never asked me 
Why I did what i did

Yet you blamed me 
and said it was all 
my fault
As i watch our friendship end 
all the warm memories 
become the distant past

And you never opened your  eyes 
to realize 
why i cried the tears i cried
if had only asked.

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The Dust Has Settled

Looking up, I see a swirl of dust in the air Something isn't right I close my eyes and listen to Earth's cry for help She is screaming I open my eyes and begin to run, faster than ever before They are chasing me After awhile my breath begins to stagger, and I cannot go much longer So I fall Within only a few micro-moments, they are on top of me, clawing and biting and ripping I am screaming With everything inside me I fight back, I keep fighting until my enemies are desolate Somehow, this is right My injuries are fierce and deadly, yet I stand and face the dust It is chasing the wind As I stand there with my eyes closed, unaware of time, I feel the rightness of what is done The dust has fallen The wind is gone, my energy depleted, and my life dissipating Yet my hope for this world, though it is ending, is strong And with one last breath, I thank Earth, for cleaning up after our mess We can now start anew

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Jack and Jill took the hill

Jack and Jill
took the hill
and innocence
and innocents 
came tumbling 

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war plane

on a dank cloudy day 
in the cockpit of my plane 
in the clouds I wait 
for the command 
to drop more bombs 
give our enemy their fate 

hours roll by 
the radio is quite 
no voices 
not even static 

something is amiss 
the gauges have stopped 

the sound is not right 
in fact there is no sound 
not at all 
no sound from the engine 
no explosions to be heard 

I take a close look 
the scenery is the same 
it hasn't changed 
but it's all wrong 

it’s sitting still like it’s been paused 
the bombs 
the explosions 
in the air they hang 
like a photograph 
along with the plane 

if we won't end the war 
than something else apparently will 
it did 

moments become years 
in the air I hang 
never starving 
never ageing 
never changing 
just thinking 

something stopped this war 
but gave it to us 

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Shakesperean Tragedy me part 3

the path of least resistance
are we comfortable yet
are we busy making friends?
are we hiding in the shadows of doom and gloom 
trying to get away
and stay out of the reaches of destiny the heart can never mend?
are you coounting the days as they pass you by
wondering whose on what side and why
why your soo important and who is really the love of your life
who is going to be the one to hold the knife
because in eternity no one wants to be the joke
but you forever king unfit
you forever we smote

haunted dreams
nights of tears 
paranoid thoughts
are you the ressurrected king unfit
the one here to carry out the prophecy
to twist the words of every religion
oh how its begun
he was not meant to be
path of least resistance

look at cupid hes got it right
arrow straight for the heart boys
no need to fight
love is our weapon now
and thats what this war is all about
using love as a weapon to kill
would you 
could you 
will you 
do you
pretend to be more than just friends to murder your husband or wife
is there a path of least resistance in your eyes dear conman
care to teach the hitman a few pointers while accepting this bribe

oh me
the shakespearean tragedy
if love ever finds me im doomed
but who does that make happy
for if they dont already know anbd have tricks up their sleeves
i must find a way to speak the truth without a word being spoken
or forever i will relive this nightmre
as if it were my favorite dream

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psychiatric war pigs

my meds aren't working
depression, boredome, ornery
yet again from your professional viewpoint
i am doing better
now that i'm suicidal and not locked in a cell
for almost being murdered

dial 1 for ddd
i got the achies(8Keys)

might need a higher dose
to fix something that isn't even broken
does anyone leave here sane
as upset as the staff get that their miracle cure is a genocide

what's the problem 
why won't you allow me to tell my story
read any good books lately

I dr, u key
Dial m for murder
whose story is it, mine apparently

about to resort to violence
fight or fleight of your lies
life is too short for this stupidity

walking into the waves
a suicidal honour
the new meaning of life

read any good books lately
copy cat
dead wrong

psychiatric war pigs
are you out for your medal of terrorism
i won't be staying here
i dislike this russian roullette with my doctor
and by the way, you have no balls

won't report a war crime
just a crime spree on the internet
stolen dreams and terrorism
lies of liars lieing about somebody elses lies

no control of my own life
you don't know me at all
bending over backwards to suit you needs
won't be taking place

global amnesty what a joke
the billions raised to end global suffering just so you can buy more bombs

go die
psychiatric war pigs
i won't be here long,
my brother a complete idiot who doesn't listen
the embodiment of love for murder
and i hate you enough to let you know this love i have for you

someone you need to call?
did i just prove to you there is an unholy mastermine
with a good disguise for the gutterball he is?
something you need to say?
something you need to realise
i won't be back. i promise
one foot out the door

between the times
no lieing down during the knight of your life
the fight for your life
dial 1 for ddd
don't care anymore
go die
you disgust me

Why is my freedom revoked because my brother signed me into a hospital
liar covering his own tracks, from a chop shop, involved with bad cops
the black market of knowing too much
euthenised by love
what a whore
i don't love you anymore
something you will never again achieve from me
insulted forever
i quiver at your feast
you lust after greed
as if this isn't hell

read any good books lately?
someone you need to call?
isn't there a war crime you need to report
backwards logic of can't run from your problems

go die

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free cee DURAN KURAN

                                        DURAN KORAN

Banners blow while a silken flag waves
Both signifying a country gone awry
Men dig ever more six foot deep graves
As I stand aside and wonder why

American flags must surely be costly
What with all that red, white and blue material
While the deaths of countless soldiers seems immaterial to the Commander In Chief
Who seems chiefly unconcerned about supplying armor for vehicles who drive directly into harm’s way
Occupied by occupants who occasionally incur the horrors that too often occur
While their vision becomes a blur from the sand and significant insanity in a land of lamentable leaders bent on brutality
As I become buried ever deeper in regret Bemoaning every unnecessary casualty of a war wrought and fought in futility
As corpses continue to constitute the inconsistency of combat
Like Corporal Carl Conway who died trying to liberate a country inhabited by an alliance who owe their allegiance to Allah
And believe in what might as well be a cookbook they call the Koran
Man, they may as well adhere to the doctrine of Duran Duran

So I have a superlative idea indeed
Take all the silk they use for the red, white and blue
And instead of causing casualties of war to bleed
Sell the silk for armor and armaments our heroes are so aptly due
                                           © 2013  copyright…..~free cee!~

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The truth shall never lye

The truth shall never lye

Into the darkness you shall seek
Where shatters mirrors begin to leak.

Fortified, this endless rise,
Mortified by countless lives.

Stormy fleets,
Barried beneath our feets.

Corrosion of endless fires,
Twisted shards of metal, my gilded desire.

Maintain all that is sane, pulsating through this jolted vein.
Never ending, it remains the same.

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Ghosts of War

Within the fog of did you see?
An old woman, made up to the nines
Can be seen in the corner of the non-believers eye
Purse in hand and a glass of wine
Waiting for a lover who never comes

Just shadows on the wall
Whispering names, through 
Spiders silk, the inheritors
Of this forgotten, debutants ball

While Portraits glare at vacant laughter
An echoed waltz swirls 
The embrace of loves decay,
Images now jailed within the Crystal shards 
Of a fallen chandelier

A tear of Woman wears mourning face well,
This vigil Mask hiding mortality lost
Now broken and marking time, 

Love lies lost in the barbed wire of war
Fallen stars to shine no more
Their Remembrance merging into darkness
Behind a cloudless unforgiving sky 

Alone is the corpse in cratered field
Covered by poppies blood
Walked on by ghosts to come

Another Whispered soul is roaming 
The guns have left their post
And Peace is just an illusion
For yet another Flanders ghost

This cruel winter’s night
The withered rose has lost its fragrance
The champagne has all gone flat
And love calls without an answer
For silence is the memory
And it is we
Who walk hand in hand
With our ghosts of War?

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I am a Soldier

i am a soldier i fight every day
i am a soldier i but still i fall on my knees and pray
standing here with my rifle in hand
the blasts go off, yet here i stand
hit once in the chest
and once in the back
i will never fall unless only to pray.
i look to my right and there i see
Jesus the Messiah looking back at me
arms raised, palms to the sky
he lets me know i will not die
"be calm my son for you are safe"
i say to him in a shaky tone
"but all i feel is nothing but hate"
he tells me again, "worry not
stay calm, keep your eyes to the skies above"
i nod as an answer to him
i look up and see only a patch of blue
"do you see the good in this place of bad?
when i count to three you will wake up in bed"
"Father i'm asleep, this hell is just a dream?"
he nods and says 
then THREE
i wake up and gasp clasping my hands 
looking up to the sky
to be praying again
i can still see the intense love in his eyes
i understand now that i heard no lies...
i am a soldier i fight every day
i am a soldier but still i fall on my knees and pray.

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Boko Haram

What a killer you are
Deadlier than boa's venom
What a menace you are
Threatening our lives
Stealing our freedom
Bombing our cities
A wild fire burning to ashes
By your hand
The mighty have fallen
Fallen to rise no more
What a killer you are
Revenge is what you seek
never stopping till the did is done
Killing is your hobby 
You take delight in pain
We know what you want
We'll all fight to the death

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Around the corner

I wont tell you the stories he has told me,
or the reason why for weeks and months
he couldn’t sleep.
About the walk around the corner,
he kept walking round that corner,
walking round that corner
for days and months and weeks.
That isn’t my story to tell you, only his;
but I can tell you that he walks around
that corner through his days
and through his weeks.
I can tell you that he marched them home
leading from the front,
right down through the Guildhall
to the sound of thudding drum.
I can tell you that he marched all those
young boys home.
All of them, but one.

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In front Of Your Face

Take me
Shape me
Misdirect me
You always want to see me
Down on my knees

For ever
And ever
I will always
Be there in front of your face

For years
And years
I have been obliged
Followed your rules
Without doubt or question

It is time
for change
MY words
Echoing in YOUR ears
Fear no longer exists

You will always
Try to break me
But I'll always be there
Infront of your face
With eyes wide open
With a mouth wide open
And a fist raised
High up the air

This time
I won't
Sit back and watch
You kill ever last inch
Of me

I will
Do whatever I can
To bring you down
And I am not alone
You will fall

Enough of
Your lies
Your dirty and filthy lies
You are always in disguise
Nothing but a coward, who will soon die

I'm stronger
With stronger faith
I have multiplied
And always will
I am the vox populi(1)

You will always
Try to break me
But I'll always be there
Infront of your face
With eyes wide open
With a mouth wide open
And a fist raised
High up the air

(1)Vox populi, a Latin phrase that literally means "voice of the people"

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Well I Declare - If It Aint The Bounty Man

          Well I Declare – If It Aint The Bounty Man

Well I declare!   When I was young and free
I slung 2 guns from about my waste and charged a fee
And shot anything in sight that moved
As long as I got paid of course
I would shoot calories if there was a dollar in it
And lose weight in the process upon my horse
Now I’m 84 and there aint no shootin anymore 
But when I was young if you heard me say
“Well I declare” the word “war” was sure to follow in that statement
“Well I declare war on everyone in this here nation!”
And yell, “What in tar nation!” at the cowpokes in the saloon 
Yes sir.  They’d all run and hide like rabbits and baboons
Well I declare.  I can’t remember anything anymore
Who am I kidding?
I was never young.  I was born 84 and ready for a war

Created on 9/02/14 for- Well I Declare- Poetry contest

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To Kill The World

It can take mileniums, it can take an hour.
All that matters is that there will be not a single flower.
Everything will perish on the final war
The war that was so incalled for.

Can't the Evil and the Godly just find love?
It is likely not, for there is no Peaceful Dove.
It would take a simple, easy, angry, worthless war.
But to Kill the World, would be a too expensive thing to pay for.

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New War

When the world is so awry with hate, violent trait and a despicable taint,
it fails in its' whole divine .... trembling cowardice full of fright.
What is it that I am living in, is it right to fight with kin.
We are the blood of all we be,
there is no fruit to flail and flee.

I cut myself I weep like you.
Self destruction is a tool for enemies to lust and drool.

Civilized world, how can it be,
our kids they deem all that we weaned.

Why cannot it be all our fault, we seem so scared to put it right.

Political correctness beefed, a slight insult taken stern,
why can't I correct in my own terms.
We need an equal like no fore,
we need the hero cherub more.
Put an end to all this terror,
we do not want to live in fetter.

Scowling lips, cursing frown,
an indigenous blend that will never end.
We need to take the stride, stand up tall and be re counted.
The war we have is with ourselves, not a country far from here.

We are the world we need to troop.
We are the cause of this flute.
We hold the right tight within.
We needs to become we,
Only then we will truly begin.

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End of the World

End of the World

Bombs and mines and missles,
Artillery shells and nukes;
Humanity will end itself
And take the land to Hell.

"Killing is not enough," they say.
"Destroying will not do.
Oppressing the weak won't satisfy;
Let us use MOAB or die."

Fighter planes and bomber shells
Fly thick across the skies;
Smoldering flames rise ever higher
Urging wounded men to fire.

Once someone fires the first one,
Then more will follow its path
And detonate, bursting loud,
Brimstone high up past the clouds.

Thunder and lightning come before rain
But this is a torrent of burning acid and ash;
Yes, humanity will devour itself
By turning the world into Hell.

By Tara Andre

Line: "Brimstone high up past the clouds"

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Home No More

bullets fall like rain
i cannot escape from this war.
a mine explodes nearby,
smoke fills my lungs, choking
the very life from me.
i see my mother standing
tears in her sapphire eyes.
she begs me to stay in America
where it’s safe from war, “O mama,”
i cry, “I won’t make it home to you.”

flying backward, gun in the air
freed from my weakened grasp. it mine?
shock comes deep, i stagger up
grasping empty straws.
i see my father now,
proud, strong, and true
“don’t forget to pray,” he whispers
crying, salt tears wetting his cheeks.
i never forgot, papa, no not even once.

i feel the blood wet my shirt
darkness clouds my eyes,
i hear a distant scream,
voices echo in the field
the battle is dying.
i see my little brother
standing so young and innocent
eight years old and proud of me,
“little brother, take up the torch
don’t let freedom die, don’t let it...

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Ten Years Later

Once I wore cowboy boots on an oil rig And before that I was a Deputy, also known as a ‘Pig’ Prior to that time I was a normal guy, living life on the wild side But before I did that, I signed a line; a line to instead of your life, give mine. I was proud to put on a uniform that in turn was an automatic target But attacks on New York, D.C. and Pennsylvania, were the events that would start it Never again would my life be the same, no more thinking freedom was a game Alas, yet again in 2011, we shall continue to send those terrorists, to their ‘terrorist heaven’

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No One Wins

All lifeforms are
merely temporary
inhabitants of
planet Earth.
Man's time a
millisecond hidden
in the vastness of
Yet  innocents still
suffer needlessly
again and again
In war; No One Wins.

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On Veterans Day

He is an old Vet now, weighed down by the years.
He walks slowly with a limp, and has grey hair, eye glasses and hearing aids.

Ah, but there once was a day when he was young and strong.
A day when he raised his hand and swore to support the Constitution and protect 
the people.
A day he stood erect, proudly wore his uniform and gave crisp salutes.
A day he shook his fathers hand, kissed his mother goodbye and went off to war.

A day he stood firmly and bravely against aggressive foes and did not falter.
A day he saw things a young man should not have to see.
A day he did things a young man should not have to do.
And day he wept over the graves of his fallen comrades.

Yes he remembers all these things.
He stands as the flag passes by in the parade and he salutes it as he has done many times before...
And he remembers.

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I fell today
As the lights over Europe dimmed
To a whisper; 
The voices of war
Slipped on the artist's palette
Painting as she did
Flowers of blood
Upon the sky
And they remembered.

Swallowed by waxen candle light
The tallowed flicker
As a marker on horizon far
Brings the boys into line
Brings the boys home.

Who knew, mothers of sons
Who stretch the quagmill'd heresy
Of humanity;
The time has come they cried
The time when death fills
Nostrils sickened
By decapitated flowers
Twas where I fell...

Mother, unashamedly,  I cried. 
For you. 
The first bullet of conflict, 
Who knew?
Marked with my name....

I fell today as candles extinguished
To be relit around Christmas
When we all troop back
Across the Channel
Now a peaceable sea of glass
And victory is ours but...

...Mother, I fell today.
I arrived this morning, 
This isn't how they said it would be;
My light has dimmed. 
My heart beats no more.
My body is cold in clamm'd soil
And England is a mem'ry distant. 
I wonder, in a hundred years,

Will they still remember that,
I fell today? 

tcmoon 2014

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                                    HAMMER SWORDS INTO PLOWSHARES

Entangled we are in wars – gritty nails beneath a ruthless -------------------Hammer
Time swaps bombs and guns, retires its rusty-------------------Swords
Spares its armies face to face encounters
But blood finds its way to sit uneasy on a warrior's mind.
As hapless Foes plead prayers that flow-------------------Into 
A World Heart beating without Conscience--  
Soldiers begging to return their bloody hands --this Spring-- to bless'ed -------Plowshares

                           ( A promised world of Peace according to the prophet Isaiah)

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The Unknown Soldier

The Unknown Soldier

So many thousands have died
So many needless wars
Every land in the world has one
A man who died
Fighting for his country
No one will ever know his name
How he died
Where he took his last breath
Still, he is honored
Never forgotten
He lies in a cold crypt
Alone with no family coming to mourn him
He rests
His soul looking down from Heaven
He knows that someone, somewhere loves him
Even though they don’t know where he is
They mourn for him
Even though they do not know that he was a hero
He is The Unknown Soldier
And, after all these years
He is a national hero
Someone to be respected and honored
Even if no one knows his name

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Syrian Agony

A bird flying in the Sky
Can be evidence
May be blind
While the justice disappears
Over the point of view 
Down to as a whole

It may not downward
To sit with them
Sticks on the sky
Flying without aim
Looking back and at
The theories of peace

Word to word
Weapon to weapon  
Blood to blood
Hand to hand
To fight and to celebrate
For a happiness of the end

Epic turns pages
Learns lessons
Without verbs

Freeze Rivers of universe
Melt and flow 
Pouring human blood
Turning into “Red Sea”
Uniting the sea of whole 

Glory and power
Will of desire
Bi- tri – polar
Toast for over

Arrogant decision
Legitimates peace
Innocent civilian
Encages to piece

Die and cry
Carry on why
Syrian’s sky
Heave a sigh 

Bird you and I are misguided 
Media as a medium 
Is as a message
Hegemony of the God
Of several hands

Udaya R. Tennakoon

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The Wind Will Never Forget

The tears of life now sleep with them
the guns have found their silence.
These fields of war are now in peace,
only the poppies remain 

These red petals that cover this land
with remembrance of yesterday,
of the suffering and pain,
for our lads have passed this way.

These brave boys
Who bore their innocence 
to this thing we call war
who renounced their gift of life for us

Strangers to you and me
yet more dearer to our souls than family
for here lies the cross of Jesus
the pain of everyman

That sacrifice that only youth can give
their epitaph is our peace 
The rose of England bows its head
in reverence and humbled grace
and may god bless all of them

For our boys were the roses
that flowered in every village
the Jack’s and Jimmie’s
the Tom’s and the Bert’s
No more footsteps for mother to hear
their laughter stolen by the wind
all quiet now in village square

But on a wall in a foreign land
their names are lovingly remembered.
Grandchildren shout their names with pride
for they are the seeds of England
 this immortal rose cannot die
for they were beautiful 

And we who are alive
you who take the time to stop
who bow your heads in silence
will feel their pain
Feel the pain of Nations grief
as the petals fall from above
and we will remember life
for life is what they gave to us
The poppies that grow in Flanders field
are reminders of those who have no grave
and our tears will remember them too.
We who live in freedom,
because of them, because of them.

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A Son at War

From “Daily Given & Other Poems”

God be with thee, my beloved son – God be with thee
Until you return.

Many treacherous there be
Before to reach friends and daddies
But all of them are going to wait for the same sun’s light.
There shall not be farewell or a yellow ribbon or blue
And there cannot tears from us just smile behind the whole life into taken.

Alas! I can see you as a son at war
Working in a height way and honor.

All shall reach thee.

God be with thee, my beloved son – God be with thee
As the last fading from a lovely cactus! 

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Personal Civil War

There is a civil war raging within my soul
As in the American Civil War of old.
The battle is between my heart and my mind.
It concerns whether or not I will find
True happiness with you…

My mind tells me to proceed with caution.
I thought you wanted only true emotion.
Does he feel what you are feeling?
Will love disappoint you and send you reeling?
Now I am confused…

Then my heart says to me, girl, you better hang on.
The best thing you ever had will be gone.
My heart tells me then, girl, you are in love.
Then says you’ve already broken me enough. 
I ask you…

You are no help, because a similar war is brewing
Its way through your soul, oh what is it doing?
So, I drive you crazy with my questions about how you feel.
You want me and I want you, is that enough, is this real?
Remember when love was so easy?

Boy meets girl, they fall in love
And they live happily ever after…
What happened to that kind of love?
That is what I want, what I am after…
Do you think…

Because we have been down that road
Are we afraid to tread that path of old?
“Follow your heart”, I have always heard said,
But mine is sending mixed messages to my head.
Ok, heart and mind…

Should we both hang on and see this thru?
Are you the one for me and am I the one for you?
Should I ignore the negative thoughts I get
Knowing you are the best one, yet?
I say, “Yes!”

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tides are risen from tears of love

when oceans rise beyond
the beaches, and 
it seems like the 
sky is leaking
water that fills 
the sea
above its very limits
and when those
tears stop falling
from the sky
where they fell 
the only place
that is the waters
edge is the mountain
that you land on.

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Forever Tumbling

The few achieve enormously,
while the decrepit fools realize their assistance. 
During the control,
beneath the breathing rumor,
they consider. 
Below the eye, 
authority falls from its pyramid. 
Little plans towards the bright objection.
The powerful urge swings above the time-bound findings. 
Among the magnificent storm,
those collect quickly
following the rainy justice. 
The dizzy deal muffled by the old symphony
beside the cemetery of memory.

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The Test Master

The test master fights his addiction to the brutal end his weakness, an undesired friend until he casts out every demon In his helpless idiotic stupor he stumbled into false idols who presented him with pretend hope now at the end of the rope reality shatters high up the ladder stuck in denial for an eternal while pile on a thousand bricks to amend towards forgiveness for the addiction to bliss Seeking the light that leads from his plight away from the disease with minimal friction to slay the addiction now called test master for the disaster was just the beginning the hole is mending from the ashes fly off phoenix for he survived the meanest course of life with tales to tell children who live in constant night my faith hasn't reached it's peak until I am tested like the friend which of I speak

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They laughed at one another 
as they threw their mortar boards aloft, 
and dared to kiss the girl goodbye, 
though she had spurned them 
in the dry years underneath the towers, 
Now boys no more, and war much brighter 
than their lust for adolescent loveliness, 
the bus and train will take them to a new domain 
where pleasure girls will lie for them, 
compressed in six short weekends hence, 
until possessed with skill to kill, men pack their gear 
to fly across the globe and die in puzzlement, 
identified, and boxed and neatly laid 
to rest beneath a cool and restless shade. 

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An American Soldier

An American Soldier

A 20 year old veteran sits on the sidewalk
His legs blown off in the Iraqi sand
He obeyed Washington when they told him to fight
He killed when he was told to
He served his country the best he could
Now he has no job and no home
Most people walk by him without a glance
He collects pennies just to buy a hamburger
Money given him by people driving fancy cars
He spends his nights in a shelter
Sharing a room with drug addicts and lunatics
The government doesn't care about him
He lost that when he lost his legs
He will continue to fight
He will fight for food or a bed
He will fight to keep his dignity
What little dignity he has left
He will live and he will be remembered by someone
Maybe by the person who gave him 25 cents one morning
Then again maybe no one will remember him
After all he was just a beggar on the street
And who remembers them

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And They Shall Study War No More

                                    AND THEY SHALL STUDY WAR NO MORE

Trapped we are in war –simply nails under a cosmic-------------------Hammer
Time simply gave us bombs and guns in place of-------------------Swords
Swirling upward both sides offer desperate prayers that flow-------------------Into 
A World Heart eager to return fruitful hands each spring to -------------------Plowshares

                           ( A world of Peace according to the prophet Isaiah)

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war crimes done unto children perpetrated by terrorists hiding in america

on youtube i am troynelson2011 the ocd riddle for world peace,
 i cant check my email,
 twitter wont let me tweet,
 facebook wont let me post, 
and soundcloud definately owes me an appology...

. imagine a group of people in my allies back yard pretending to be somebody they aren't. 
imagine that group of people hiding in my allies midst was perpetrating war crimes in other parts of the world.  
lets say hypothetically speaking this group of people hiding among my allie was holding their children hostage on television and force feeding children to be medicinal guinea pigs so their kids wouldnt have to... 

now imagine this group of people hiding in my allies midst perpetrating war crimes in other countries was funded by the global prodigal youth via living out their dreams and ambitions before they could cause they had the means to do so first.. so this group of inventors all with one invention under their belt using my friends kids as guineau pigs funded by my other friends childrens dreams.....

What do you think happens when a terrorist organisation hiding in your allies midst (few disguised as many) perpetrating war crimes accumulates a debt to owe the prodigal youth sky scrapers...

a global terrorist in usa is perpetrating war crimes using your kids as medicinal guineau pigs.  setting up shop in canada where is rumored homeless began taking refuge in the sewer

in short america, you are going to be introduced to the global prodigal youth, terrorists hiding in your country owe sky scrapers to.when does armstrongs sperm mature anyway?

they hold children hostage on television, they use your kids as guinea pigs,

you have just been volunteered to assist me in murdering my enemy, the one that owes me everything they ever put in their mouth

wouldnt you feel responsible to find out every time you opened your mouth it  became  a tv show, game show, movie, or product on your store shelves, was being used to fund global terrorism.

tsix step process of your enemy.vs ur 4 step process to realise ur allie

you have MY enemy surrounded, word of mouth is powerful

after you read this phone your mother and tell her you recieved an email from the future king of england explaining your global problems... 

 twiiter, facebook, soundcloud, are stolen ideas
isnt it ironic bill gates is our worlds most famous inventor with only one invention... and shows absolutely no pridefor his own baby he worked on for years after work

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War (Acts of Tyranny)

The first day of war is the last day of peace
The leaders serve not like ladders anymore
They turn to feathers
And fly away
Because they are the land lords of the nation
The tenants now bear the penance
War is just three alphabets
But can make a tall tree historic round the world
Where there’s war
There’s information
And there’s deformation
Those who are not informed about set bombs,
They get deformed
Some may not be able to perform anymore
Some may die
Some may lie critically ill
But still
The tyrants won’t stop the war
They are the one
They can change the signal
To stop the scandal
I can see
The fighters are tired
They want to retire
But who will stop the war
Hey you tyrant
It’s time for retirement
Weapon is the subject
On a sunny day
You fight
On a beautiful ‘MTN’-yellow Day
You fight
On a dark night
You don’t need light
You stay tight
Ready to fight,
You hide in agility
When you think the war is over
It just begun
See amoured car in the boulevard
Noise everywhere
Who is safe?
I guess none
What is war?
War is when one is killed
Two are killed
Mother and father die
The murders fly away like they have feathers
Shading of blood everywhere
Oh! My God
A king handles a gun
No matter how thin a slave looks, he handles a gun
They need people to fight
Who are they?
‘The tyrants’
Just say yes,
And you are sent to the war front
He who is in the war front
Knows he’s dying at anytime
But a strong soldier stays
A strong soldier is looking forward to vanquishing his enemies
And a strong soldier is looking forward to saving his people from shame of defeat
Oh! What a brave soldier
When there’s nothing close to you,
Your gun is right beside
Always ready to pull the trigger
Chei! What war can cause
War keeps one restless
What a great stress that can cause a distress
Oh my mistress
Don’t vex when you miss me
Am in the war front
But I assure you one thing
I am coming back because I am a great soldier
Feel sober always expect me knocking
War could be fun
But when you’re not prepared
You can’t prevail
Go and prepare
For you to prevail
The fun of war lies on the winning days
A good or smart soldier fight his way out without injury,
And a great soldier is rushed to therapy
Where is the wound that war gave you?
Ambush is the ambition of the gorillas

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Leader of a Broken Country

The pedagogue, perched perilously atop his platform Spouts slithering slander about a certain storm. Rousing the rebels with rhetorical roars; He warns the watchmen of worldwide wars. He asks allegiance from his allies, And creates chaos with his country's cries.

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The Loss

                     about veteran of the war
                     who has Post - Traumatic
                     Stress Disorder and Survivor

The war in my mind will never go away.
Having  again and again a nightmare.
I am lost and alone, I cry.
I feel empty, I want to die.

Waking up at night in a cold sweat:
You are again with me, young soldier.
You, who protected me at war and died.
Feeling guilty: I know you never be older.

Why am I alive, not you? Why?
You will never know how it hurt.
Feeling remorse : I didn't say "goodbye."
I silently scream like a wounded bird.

The war in my mind comes again and again.
My heart and soul the war has stolen.
I am lost; I am empty; I am war's prey.
Pain and grief  will never go away.

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Much Like the Sun.

 You look up to the sky.
 It is a normal summer day like any other.
 Sparse clouds line the sky and the sun beats down on you.
 Except this is no ordinary summer day.
 This is the day you ship out.
 You have said your good byes and cried with your lovers.
 The weight of your country rests upon your shoulders.
 It beats down on you much like the sun. 
 It burns you if you are not properly prepared,
 much like the sun.
 Much like the sun you are depended on by all that you known.
 Depended on by your country.
 Much like the sun,
 you fade away into the night appearing in a different country

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They Were

They Were
They were boys going over the top to die in their tens of thousands in the mud of the Somme.                                                                                                                                     Nazi youth best in the world bar none, proved wrong over wide steppes of Mother Russia.                                                                                                                              Hurricane pilots fighting Japan over Ceylon, Burma, Imphal, lost pilots barely 21, made men in lonely cockpits.                                                                                                       Red Chinese boys laid bare bone bloody against Yankee lines, human wave failure. In the jungles of Nam stoned Americans kill more yellow men and women, want their youth back more time to do drugs without time taken up by killing.                                  Falklands calling, Malvinas battle boys to men 8,000 miles from home, for Britain left many behind last colonial war.                                                                                           Desert combat, boys to men now highly skilled killers for oil and the engine.                  Today, where will it be next?                                                                                                  War calling more boys to be men, to quietly die in combat or call for their mothers. Fate will tell – now we wonder.                                                                                                Boys finish school, part of the lottery of death crying for more soldiers and innocents to die in death.

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I googled

I googled peace 

to get the feel of how 

she fared 


found her fight her

roughened way into 

men's bosoms and 


and shuttle back

and forth 

between heaven 


heavy hearts 

* * *

and then…

and then I browsed 

for war 

and with a gaping eye 

I watched 

the endless edging of a khaki  


and Oh the omnipresence   

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battle for night and day

 dusk brings about a silence 
 so deafening 
 as if the sun made an alliance 
 with the evening 
 darkness engulfs it’s right 
 it fights and scatters it’s orange and red hues 
 the battle lost with the night 
 brings blackness suffuse 
 with the light at bay 
 to regain its might 
 she waits for a new dawns day 
 for the undivided light

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Past and future iniquities flow
Never quenched with fire you know
Beat them bloody and trade new devils
For old years violence deals

On no one's hands
On all our hands
Lets thank the sleight of it
So disgusted by the thought of it

Spiraling into madness as the drums beat
Got what they want, but good shall defeat
Not everything packed in madness so neat
Prayer and love the only, the only retreat

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the art of war

i cried, i pleaded.
to no avail.
The human in me
was not needed.

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Change of speed.

He was seized with an obsession,
it wasn't like balsam to his hurt feelings,
and his body has been waisted by the long illness.
The streets were bedecked with flags,
and the soldier declared himself innocent.
It was only then that they realized the gravity of the situation.
The people.
A constitutional government,it's bad policy to beat him.
There was a munition shortage and wet weather gets me down.
That gloomy old house is dying as the dove of peace patronize,
the soldier.
The piney slopes were covered with snow and red spots,
as the light fell on her face,before wolves torn it to pieces.
The hope.
The soldier  showed signs of distress,i was astonished at the news.
By midday he had sold out and left for his village.
Bury the hatchet,soldier !! The place is Godforsaken.
I had a sudden pain in the stomach.
Change of speed.

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an ocean in the meadow

an ocean lay in the meadow
in the amber waves of grain,
no one sees what we see
no one sees the scars they've upheld
love the life you've been given
live the world you exist in
laugh at what lies they tell
who is the one behind it all
who is the one who lies to us
no one heard what we heard
no one heard what they still hear
no fear is as bad
as bad as the fear they suppress
to fight for us
to live for us
to die for us
we all exist for they are in the back
hidden in the ocean in the meadow

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from the world'd murky underbelly
self mutilate your soul
free your mind
serve the masses to the wolves
controlled by greedy mercenaries
hungry for power
society corrupted by corporate logos
brainwashed to purchase the goods
materialism to the very core
money equals power
equals corruption
billions spent on warfare
kill to make that green
evil has no borders

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Faces In the Mirror

           I look in the mirror | and see my father's face,
                                              that accusing eye
               now judging self:

                     "how did it get to be this way"...
                        The moon's reflective ray,
                       unveils truth in the mirror-
               and it's grandpa | in our early years
                    stained with alcohol stained
                                 with tears,
                    the blood of sons as red as
                               Russia | Stalin's disgrace, broken
                  faces, sullen, confined in the mirror
            each reflecting self |true communism 
                        in whole puddles of blood
                  and roses twisted, in barbed wire
                             now hold images 
                              of mom | and I 
                            see her face too
                              like an angel's,
                       an innocence fallen with 
                        the first touch of abuse
                            to a a life of hell,
                    and refuse to accept that 
                       these faces are all mine
               and I could go back a hundred years
                         and see them all,
               freefalling through layers of pain,
                         but I wipe my tears,
                    and seek to see through it all
                   my self, my image, my soul

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Sanctimonious Pacifist

One considers oneself a kind non-violent type of person
I even give dead birds, rats and frogs a funeral with flowers
But I go into the kitchen, and then all hell I suddenly see
As on my white floor to my horror is a hideous sea of black ants 
I go berserk; suddenly the killer instinct comes into play
Madness ripping through me as I angrily grab a spray gun in hand
The poor ants are defenceless, for them it’s like an atomic bomb
I destroy sisters, brothers, cousins even babies, just any ant in sight
Kill, Kill, Kill, destroy, destroy, destroy, spray, spray, spray
The masses, the trillions, that invade my virgin white kitchen floor
All are swept to oblivion, offering no mercy, just pure revulsion and rage
Hate welling up inside my every pore, the humanitarian gone mad
Screaming, screaming, die, die, die!  As I wipe this enemy away
Then peace, white floor gleaming and everything back to norm
But then I ask myself, haven’t I just killed a living thing
Lady are you so pure with your views on violence in this world
You too are capable of hate and evil, just ask that helpless little ant. 

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amongst the very many she had a heart of gold
until she was shot lay flat on the floor 
blood like puddles, oozing in to streams 
just a little girl never to be seen
because of the destruct she lays in a grave 
doves flying over sending her grace
poppies, daffodils and tulips around her as gods merciful angels suround her

could it be that identity caused this terror 
palestininians are dying and its strictly not by error
whether by bombs, bullets, guns and blood the game of war has just begun 

there will be more if we step down now
palestine will forever be known as  masscred grounds
the destruct and endless memory will surely remain

the fibbing name of a land of gold
the remaining pain in millions of innocent souls
the cry for freedom not being heard 
the trenching and suffering of people who toss and turn 
the resting of others who lived to die 
i am palestinian i block the fear in my eyes

i love my country and what its become 
but yet im in shock of wut my land has become 
awakening i realize reality, sanity and the country that's mine
the land that  vanished in front of my eyes
the hills i used to play on 
the trees i used run through
the freedom i used to feel in my heart
and now it's gone

palestinian i am 
palestinian am i  

the bombs flying, guns shooting as common as a butterfly flying in lines 
no fear, no tears not a thoght of worry 
as long as their far from near 
so how long do we suffer,put our lives to sake
shed our tears 
when will peace make it's way
we've felt and dealt with so much  pain
but to me the game of war is a stupid game 

and when this life is over
we'll meet in a place of peace where war has no chance
we'll all be free gleaming with content
because of what i've suffered in my life i'll gain it in the end

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Pakistan is weeping now
weeping Burmese burnt dreams
weeping Cubans in Darfur
weeping Venezuelans
North Korea is weeping still
weeping Iranian uranium dream
weeping Chinese in Tibet
weeping Russians
the world wails
and We sleep to dream

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Requiem for an Unknown Tigress Cub

still the climbing green lianoid lass

her tender tendrils torn  

massive metal lying like a cutlass

in her lap forlorn

                       finger on trigger                                                                       


                           still the wetness    thighs   eyes

      the breasts peaking

                                       the quick quelling blushing frenzy

            the slightly forwardthrusting awkward turgidness of the torso 

                                                       the stalk-neck craning 

a young pallid green palmyra on the thrust

               the dusky knuckly fingers strict and bony   quivering

            the gangly gait now stiffening

                                                              and within alert grasp

an AK-47

                rounds of bandolier bullets

          nipping her nipples  

  fatigues for jungle sarees   loose silk anklelength skirts

       over rough cotton jodhpurs

           rubbery canvas shoes for Ali Baba leather sandals  

 sandalwood clogs


      the loin-length sesame-oiled tresses severed at the shoulders

           the rationed tampax crushed in the back jodhpur pocket

    the drilled march still aching in the pelvic girdle

                                                              the shoulder blades   

too  tendon-strained streaky shark’s fins


her mind on her mother’s diurnal diabetic needle

           and the relief    the dowry promised to the boy next door    

      the lightly tripping fiesta truant feeling         

 a matinee show  

    the classes  well the classes   but for the maths teacher   

        she was just then getting on the mend 


her mind shutting out the homely odour of steaming    

                                                              puttu and cambal

                                                                    itiyappam and coti

                                                                             rasam and rice


     the rat-a-tat of sudden staccato fire    

the screaming blinding flash of shells

   the dirgeful thudthud of bursting bombs    

the grating crackling of armoured car chains  

             and the distant muffled blasts    

     droning planes swooping

the bark and shriek of schrapnel...


  then the raspy clipped yelp of the platoon commander  

                ends her reverie


    her face crushed against a mound of freshturned sod  

             her right knee twisted   trapped in the hunched cavern of her       

        pubertally pulpy belly

the breath expelled in an urgent wheezing crushed moan 

                                     the last stifled desperate cry  

for her long distraught mother  

(© T.Wignesan – Paris, May 1st., 1997 ; rev. 2012 ; from the collection : Words for a Lost Sub-Continent, 1999.)

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Deployment of a Female Soldier

She writes with pain,
tears in her words,
and a salty whimper in her sigh.

She walks without feeling,
hiding her fears,
sheltering her sadness.

She only cries alone,
for no one to hear,
so no one can see.

She is true and real,
strong and fair,
prepared to accept her failure;
prepared to accept her demise.

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Sixteen minutes 'til September eleventh. By the time I finish typing and editing... it 
will BE September 11th. I remember that day. In the kind of detail I don't 
remember most. Was horrible.. beyond horrible... don't think there's a word for 
what it was...

and yet...

and yet...

nice to have a date to hang our mourning 
our righteous indignation 

isn't it?

i mean...

911 is a lot catchier than


April 6 through mid-July, 1994 
when at least 500,000 Tutsis and thousands of moderate Hutus 

yah, 500k


when ya look for stats on darfur.... 
they're vague... 
but ya KNOW 
in your heart... 

if ya still listen to it...

DO ya still listen to it???

that the suffering there 
outstrips 911 
to the 
(poetrysoup does not allow this particular adjective)

i'm sorry people died in the world trade center 
i'm sorry there is hate on this planet 
but i WON'T hate with them

or with you

even if i love you 
i won't hate with you


i love us.... 
all of us



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Two Fronts

Two torn halves a battling,

Cannon shots be heard,

For war rages on forward,

Day and night, no respite to be found,

Hands betraying, a gun no longer safe in hand,

Fear that claws at the weary soldier,

Before he takes a life,

He prays with tears and begs for love,

The shot he does fire,

So it is the last,

For the war has now ceased,

No side a winner,

Silence be heard,

For no other ever witnessed this war.

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Reflections of a Mortal Light

Peaceful are the water lilies in flower
The ripples of contentment belong to the fish
and quiet is the grass that has healed this scene.
Lone tree crater is a ghost from the past
and it is here where God and Devil,
did put their differences aside.
To shed tears for man’s insanity.

The year is 1917
 and life and death is measured
 in corpses left behind on land now forgotten.

This crater born one of 19,
 its first cry ordained in 445 tons of explosives.
A mythical being stamping each footstep
across the Messines Ridge, 
silencing life in its wake.

A roar of death that can be seen by all,
troops are but wild animals caught in the headlight of its gaze,
helpless and forsaken with nowhere to run.

10,000 Germans with no grave,
their bodies vaporised.
Delivered by blue clay tunnel
Under the lines by British miners brave.
Though German pride would disagree.

Up above the mortars creep a relentless path
and down the ridge the British are advancing.
But they are mortal men
 and their bodies are but eggs thrown against steel.
Death is all around this day.

But in this war death is every day,
survival feeds on primal being.
Kill and kill again, he who falls short will die.
Reward lies in darkened sky under the stars
and a billet lined with mud

But death will not let the soldiers rest
and medals of tin will not protect.
Be glad of cigarette to calm the nerves,
be glad of letters from home,
for these are the memories of life.

And sanity dictates that all men are born to die,
this death that is inevitable,
 allows these soldiers a few precious seconds
to realise a truth.
It is the Earth that owns the man.
The will of man cannot steal this.

And as the soldier falls their allegiance grows dark
another lover’s heart is broke
Mother’s womb will cry alone
while children’s hands hold on to father’s gift
for he cannot hug them anymore.

Messines Ridge twelve hours of bloody Glory and 50,000 dead
This smell of decay is a reminder to the living
Less they forget their duty to life.

And what of the 10,000 
Who left their bones on their last step of mortality?
To wander this earth without a grave.
The bones of the elephant will always be loved
Can we say the same by them?

History has left us these waves of white marble,
proudly keeping the ranks of the dead in line.
Their ghosts are ready to march again 
and in the rear the new recruits volunteer,
for war will always be with us.

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Three and a half decades of tyranny and death, unrelenting 
until the end, there’s always more to perish.
Dictator extraordinaire, mass murderer, genocidal maniac, 
you are death – an awesome man capable of anything, invading 
your neighbours, gassing your own people, acquiring weapons 
of mass destruction, no one is like you.

And then the clock ticks and hour glass runs dry, 
your days are numbered, then you fall by the wayside, over. 
What will they do to you? Interrogate and learn your secrets 
or shoot you down like a dog? 
Your country is in ruins, a shell of a corpse, 
nothing left but anarchy with suicide bombings, murder and kidnap. 

A terrorist’s paradise for any young anarchist, a hero’s death is assured. 
In the name of Allah, kill the enemy, destroy America!
What will happen in a year? Will it all be over 
or just the start of a civil war, doing Satan’s work?

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Desperate message to Kim jong un

Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped that this version accepted as the most satisfactory to me.

Oh please for the sake (and sock e) of brethren deemed friendly, i beseech ye with genuine humility to desist launching nuclear missiles!

This American bloke put his lock, stock and barrel of gunmetal faith in mister Dennis Rodman to serve as a figurative lightning rod against any aggressive actions that would set in motion the end of civilization.

Not only would the majority of homo sapiens (yes, some clusters of earth-linked yahoos might still remain a live) suffer a nasty, short and brutish death, but also other flora and fauna could be equally annihilated!

Understandable, those grievances against sanctions against the populace of north Koreans (who most likely experience unfair hardship) fuels resentment against the hegemony of western powers. Many of these societies authoritatively brandish their devout pledge for concurrence with democratic principles.

Any endemic protestations declaiming objection to the American way affect an immediate alarm. Imposition of so called "puppet" regimes get forcibly installed sans those countries leaders who run counter to capitalistic productivity.

This one anonymous citizen of those fifty states also takes umbrage how the might of american to predominate and demand that other nations follow suit solely based on what agrees with those like minded in power sans the brotherhood/sisterhood of vast swaths of the global population.

No great expectations (by dickens) to affect passionate sentiments per those peoples somewhat hermetically sealed off and separated (viz - by the demilitarized zone) from the billions of other human beings.

Thy sole missive from one older mwm dreads the catastrophic chain reaction of events once atomic warfare triggered by the disgruntlement over some differences in outlook could possibly resolved via "active listening" and access to exchange a word of reconciliation.

As one flawed chap prone to his own bouts of anger, he attests that more positive pleasing results can prevails with the treat of world war three diffused in a manner that plays less havoc once unleashing of weapons of mass destruction occurs!

This notion came to me while tending to a basic bodily urge, thus intent to share my poem whence sitting 

Upon the porcelain goddess,
 A most brilliant idea in me mind did lit
This sole seasoned bugs bunny car tune character son of kit
Soon after on the road his imagination
 Fired up with gaseous fleeting thought that softly hit
Attempting with futility to net ideas in me mind that flit
I yam a poet favoring words that rhyme a bit!
Iambic pentameter strands crochet themselves
 Magically into verse
Interleaving like boughs of an arbor
 Shielding this solitary soul
 From shafts of sunlight that doth dapple
 The canopy affecting shadows to disperse
Ebbing and flowing in tandem & sync
 With circadian metronome this troll
 Transformed by serenade from Mother Nature
 With hand doth scythe lent curse

Congregating amongst a distinguished flora and faun
 The latter sending tendrils
Poised on the brink of some philosophical revelation
 Delicate as hocked china
Which capricious metaphorical musings
   Resurrected from propriety
Devoid of any vicious evocations nor premonitions
While ensconced in eyesight of my adobe
   Dwelling away from mass of society

Return of this native son harbors thoughts
   Against madding crowd that cease to dwindle
   To less than the effect of a mosquito needling proboscis
   In the nape o me neck
As this contemplative human being feels
   Leaves of grass each like a spindle
   Completing a colorful pastoral palette
   Of utmost verdant splendor upon flotsam speck
Allowing wisps of euphoria
   To warm thine psyche easing books set afire to kindle
Under the azure vault
The entire warp and woof of one mortal male as he does lie
   Where arises finding incriminating fault
Beneath the celestial sphere transfixed where mysteries catapult
   As those simians who preceded him
Millenniums before similarly inebriated
   From wondrous panoply of one star
That comprises a near infinite candelabra
   Guiding the mind to posit the universe 
   This mission must come to a HALT!

From - one whom u kin newt re:fuse
   No claim to be Walt Whitman only venturing forth
That all of mankind we lose
   In the event of such apocalyptic once the fuse
Lit to launch missiles meant to zero in and cruise
Upon the masses a severe planet earth detonations 
 Inflicting concussions more fatal 
 Than the most lethal booze.


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Spell B o u n d

Spelled Out

Spellbound, he captured me

But it was only a dream.

Craftily my mind carved

A space where we danced

And he drank honey

From my pomegranate navel.

Gently we caressed

Butterfly kisses extended

Unto flight of heart.

Spellbound, he captured me

But he was only a dream

His rugged jacket and 

Camouflages marched

Like ghosts in a desert

An aching in the hollows of my belly

Called out to him

Our wedding day approached

As I searched for wedding dresses

Pressed into 

Bridal magazines forever

A flower of international deceit

Instant bravery served like

Coffee wasted unto a table of

Unfinished jigsaw puzzles.

Spellbound he captured me

But I was only a dream

Jacked up into a tiny space

I did not even scream 

When my very being splintered

At my second birth

Blood and dust compressed

Clanging in the ears

Of innocent passersby

I dissolved like ice

Buttered popcorn thrown into

A crowded theatre

Surprising everyone yet

Recognizable as marches

For freedom

That will always and never

Be attainable.

He pushed me into a corner

Of my own life and I looked

Out screaming until

I broke the spell.

I captured the dream

Sat it at a distance

Breathing life into it

A dragon blast of oxygen

A parade of hope

Like on January 16

Every year dreaming

Of peace and rightness

Spell broken I captured me

Forcing air into my

Lungs as I expanded

Breath after breath

Thought after thought

Step after step

Lifting my hands 

Unto the plow

Reclaiming my raisin

From the explosion

Digging the ditches

Of reconnection

Forming a mound of

Clay into a habitation

Praying arrogantly that all

Spellbound captivity

Will end.

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Olive Drab

Wearing this green 
Symbolizes strength 
Wearing this green 
Requires an understanding 
Of death, of war, of life 
Wearing this green 
This olive drab 
Now caked with dirt and sweat and adrenalin 
Means watching his 6, while he scopes out our 12
Wearing this green 
Means deployment 
duty & sacrifice 
Leaving my old Self behind to fight their battles 
Maybe in vain, even meaningless 
But maybe in acceptance of the never ending nature 
Of human kind

**Dedicated to Vietnam Vets and everyone who has served or is still serving**

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Shakespearean tragedy me

path of least resistance
the souls do choose
and thus we have a soul mate
what better way for a god
or demi god to rid themselves of one not to be
me the shakespearean tragedy
living in a world
far from fair
my gut tells me i shouldnt be here
and love needs to be spared
plan to fail
plan to fail
sorry love
i must turn you away
away in disgust
become everything i truly dislike about myself
and hold it to the extreme

the one left loving me
the one left there by my side
the one who stands tall with me as i plan to fall
is my murderer to be
my soul mate
the one the gods have cursed
alas they have cursed me

the path of least resistance
is it in your life?
when the tough gets going do you get tough?
or do you do what you can while you can
in the name of beauty and love
and show the gods what they shoulda woulda could of

a war in the name of using love as a weapon

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Who are these people?
Where they came from?
Are they not my brothers?
Are they not my sisters?
Don't we all bleed red?
Suicide bombing...O my gosh!
Our sons, our daughters dead

©Copyright August 2006 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

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In the Name of God

A fire was burning at the city's edge.
It seeped into the underground
and fed the twisted strands
of passion, forthright in its zeal at first      
and then like starving roots content
to feed upon the warmth of pabulum,
of mindless glory in patria, even           
as the fatherland grew strong,
consumed all insight held secure.

A leader came that night
(for day was too intense, too bright
to bless the sleep of practiced dream)
and priestlike, signed upon their heads
the cross of victory and conquest—
as the sheep he led heard him proclaim
that war will not forsake the nations of the earth
but gather them together in its flaming arms,
and in the name of God.

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From Russia with love!( for 4 July)

Once, many years ago,
When I was a schoolgirl, a student,
I, similar to many, was afraid of war with the USA. 
peals of thunder frightened me,
They were similar to the roar of guns.
I cried from fear and asked my father:
" Daddy, will it be war? The USA will throw bombs?"
But he calmed me, he spoke,
"New war with the USA will not be".
I trusted my father - he was at war in 1941 with Hitler and knew all about war.
At that time I could not even imagine 
that I might have so much love of the USA in my heart.
My first love - the American literature:
Mark Twain, Jack London, Ray Bradbury. 
My further American love - Samantha Smith.
The little girl from the state of Maine.
She too was afraid of war, as I sometime.
She has written to our president a letter,
And he invited her to Moscow.
All Russia loved this wonderful girl.
Now many people here still are afraid.
Many think that the USA is our enemy.
If they could know 
about my wonderful American friends!
Poets and children's writers,
Simple  American people.
They so are similar to Russian people.
They write verses and prose,
They fall in love and celebrate each weekend,
They are pleased and suffer - similarly to us.
At very hard time in my life
God has given me the true friends from the USA.
I so love them! 
I pray for them, and I ask God
to pardon them and protect from illnesses and troubles.
I like the USA, and I suffer because of impossibility to visit there.
My dear Americans!
I wish you happiness, good health and well-being!
Today, in Day of Independence celebrated in the USA.

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Eyes Sparkling wide
Mom throws glitter in the air
Floating in elation

You're home
I love you
The world is shinning
You've been gone so long

I'm home now
Back from the war
The sparks there
were of death 

Here there is no death
I love you 
Your return makes our smiles shine

Jacqueline Graham
Glow of Glitter

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War Of The Sky

The Sun creeps across the sky and slowly destroys the night.
The night gave it's light to the world.
But the sun's victory  is short lived here comes the moon again to steal back the night.
The sun dare not try and fight for the moon's army is far too great.
So many that no man could number.
And the six giants that stand far away.
The sun must be patient, but it will return to warm the earth once more.
Then all will see him as they look up high and know he has won the war of the sky.   

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Blood Red Poppies

Seen through the eyes,of the dead and dying. Sad pain ever remembered,within a heartache. Young people ever die,to preserve a way of life. War is such a sin,mankind killing off it's children. In Flanders Field,white crosses seem so endless. And poppies grow, the color of fresh blood. A sad reminder,of things so soon forgotten. That wars forever kill, our sons and daughters. We live within our pains,forever crying. As war toys,ever crush and grind our bones. Thoughts within our minds,so often trampled down. For in weighs upon the shoulders,of all mankind. Within the fields,tear drops in crimson falling. Ever flowing down the cheeks,of baby soldiers. And pain ignites,like an out of control fire. Within the hearts and souls,of mothers and fathers. In the end,we must remember that war is painful. And therefore must be stopped,before it starts. The young and innocent,forever give their flesh and blood. While politicians who start wars,ever stay at home relaxing.  And in Flanders Fields,the blood red poppies grow. In among white crosses,ever becoming more and more. And we seem so much better,at attending to the flowers. Then we are,at ever watching our children grow old. 

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iconoclast blasts the omen

When men exalt gifts above the giver with the heart venerate idols of their heart so it becomes hidden art not a jot or tittle has passed from the law not in Rome or New Rome Jesus body is not on a cross but on His heavenly throne looking to the author and finisher as Moses lifted up the serpent the Lord of glory giver of life upon the tree the healing atonement in remembrance Hezekiah destroyed the nehushtan because of sin our God healed which were bitten by faith they stand figures of the true for folly of Israel did offer to it dross digging up earth the Jezebel of Helena cult of the cross unlike Rome which is on false prophets hill Constantinople another city of seven hills colossal bronze statue of Apollo the tail crowned like the rays of the sun were the nails Constantine with the figure of his own head upon it begins the nails of "the true cross," they crucify again they have a king over them, the angel of the bottomless pit uncovered Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon image lovers hiding behind pagan symbolitry in their groves nothing hidden from the Lord the truth will expose in spirit and truth setting on fire their shape shifting grey raven It will not rise again from the ashes their verse nine eleven He will cast your carcases upon the carcases of your idols and my soul shall abhor you The rest of the men remain idle which were not killed by these plagues yet repented not Giving undue honor and regard to created forms other than God When our Lord Jesus with fire in his eyes returning the Lamb shall overcome them For He is Lord of lords King of kings Deliberately smites the gold silver wood stubble hay and briar's one thousand years reigns with saints from Zion in the pit goes the liar then released to deceive then be cast in the lake of fire opened wide with earth melting heavens of fire they have no place to hide                                                                                                                        ---NOTES- Istanbul or New rome The city was built on seven hills as well as on the Bosporus, and thus presented an impregnable fortress enclosing magnificent palaces, domes and towers now has a mosque on each hill - The Vatican Hill is not one of the famous seven hills of Rome Vagitanus- is this paganism approximating to Christianity or Christianity degenerating into paganism?" -- Milman Rev 9:20 Lev 26:30 Rom 1:23 Isa 44:10 																		 								

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Descent into Darkness, Diary of an Officer in the 101st Airborne

Every man has a mission
An objective
To carry out the orders of the commanding officer
What will be the plan after this war is over?
Shall we begin anew?
Can we place this ugly Godforsaken place behind us?
We all have a past
We all have families to return home to
What will be the condition of their hearts?
Will they really care what I have been through?
It has been a pure living hell for me out on this battlefield
Jumping from the hull of this vast B29 flying through the darkness
Landing in a place that isn’t even to be found on my map
My compass has gone haywire and the arrow is broken
My heart broken too as I try to piece this ugly war together
Who am I shooting at anyways?
Isn’t he my brother?
Aren’t we all just children of the same God?
How did we get here in the middle of this pasture?
And how in the hell am I gonna find my way home?
My wife’s heart is torn
My infant son doesn’t even know what I look like
And I haven’t written a check in over 48 months
Who am I now?
Just a weary worn soldier
Help me get out of this place God, and give me a new plan
A new directive
A new path to heal this broken heart
I just want to get out of here alive and make it home to my family
Once I arrive I will await a new set of plans
Starting anew with great anticipation
My parachute unhitched as I descend upon the beach
Bring me home soon, God
May this nightmare called war be behind me ever so quickly
I need a ticket home and I need it now!

Gwendolen Rix

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It’s quiet in here
Almost completely silent
All I can hear is the dying mechanical hum 
of whatever’s barely keeping me alive

I’m suspended in something
Much like liquid 
but far more restricting

My eyes are burning 
So I keep them closed
And it’s that much less pain I feel

It takes all I have
To reach out and touch the glass
And wonder what’s out there
Wonder what I’m missing

If I’ve got to stay here my entire life
Then what’s the point

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Like distant drums in rhythm pound
Endless rows of human kind
Marching soldiers cross the ground
Towards some battle line
Bound to those who went before
Obsessed in savage pride
Forge blindly to the raging war
To slay the other side
Wisdom lost in murdered dreams
Learned naught from battles past
Dead heroes lay in bloody streams
When oh God will be our last?

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Liberation Equals Death

In the year 2000 the apocalypse has begun
a dictator elected
a murderer's son
2001 a nation destroyed
by an evil meglomaniac that not all employed
2002 yet more war in the Middle East
the world slowly crumbling
the mark of the beast
2003 they say Saddam is found
yet Osama Bin Laden is still safe and sound
2004 the truth coming out but no-one takes blame
is power and oil worth the hatred and pain
2008 my how time flies
no end to the killing
for the truth is all lies

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The cold wet earth clings to my boots
The scent of wet soil draws memories
Visions of the past , scenes from my boyhood
Flicker in my thoughts.
Buds of sweat drips their cold journey down my spine
As I lay entranced and entrenched upon a hillside
Waiting the timeless wait for the next target

Here upon this accursed pass, we floundered
Here upon this barren land men fell dead 
Friends and comrades, brothers in arms
Others  still clutching their weapons 
Others in muted prayer laying where they fell
Kissing the cold earth now seared in black and red
The hues of death , the shadows of fate.

Here as I await the enemy’s passage
Here as this hill may be my burial mound
But I will not shudder nor fear the dread
that fear itself rains upon me
for I was trained to be steadfast
my valor , my strength , my courage 
is needed now, more than ever by my Country.

Unaware of the danger, caught in the cross-hairs
Of my scope ,the target , a general stands tall
The glow of an emblem upon his hat 
Temporarily blinding, yet a clear target he still is
Slowly gripping the trigger, affixing my stance
Feeling the direction of the breeze , the scent of wet soil
Cold sweat down my spine as I gently squeeze the trigger.

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The Darkness in You

How long can I take this?
What you say,
it hurts my heart 
in so many ways.
How I wish 
I could show you the truth. 
Open your eyes,
help you see the light.
But you thrive in the dark,
thrive in the evil ways,
and my heart aches
when this pagan passion 
is displayed.

I knew  from the first day
there was a darkness that thrives,
deep in your soul.
I should have known
that there were still secrets to hide.
Now that I stand on the outside,
and put my rose colored glasses aside,
I am seeing everything different,
and truly realize
there are unintentional lies,
half truths that I never perceived,
and my hope will never be conceived.

You'll never truly understand,
the pain I feel inside.
You may not ever know the truth,
the way my feelings have changed.
I still care for you,
making my heart break more too.
I couldn't see
through my rose colored glasses on,
I didn't see there was 
a darkness too deep to cut through.
I truly want to believe there is brightness that hides,
but I am seeing a darkness,
that will keep consuming your life.

I truly believe,
there is greatness in you.
And after you confided in me,
I realized a battle has been fought for you too.
A part of me thought it was still going,
a war was still for your heart.
I am now realizing the truth,
the war has been won,
blood has been shed,
and very little can be done.
The light will never give up,
but your darkness overwhelms,
and hides you from the truth.

You are not as free as you say,
not a God,
but an unknowing slave.
and this truth will never come through.
The lies are too deep,
for you too believe,
that you could be anything less,
than your own king.
Kings all become fallen,
their lives are all lost.
Even they will have to stand up,
to a higher God,
their pride is their highest cost.

I'll sit here on my knees,
and I'll pray and pray.
I've told you once and believe,
I will never push on you my ways.
But I will continue to cry,
maybe the tears will help the light thrive.
I'll sit here in the background,
battling for your life.
Though I feel like the battle is lost,
and you will never know
that the battle won over you,
didn't make you a king, a God,
but made you a slave.

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Breath of the Informer, an Allegory

                 for Thirugnanamoorthy

Remorseful, the noonday sun
Frizzles with the stealthy wind
Under the rubbery mountain green.
A calmness has come to rest
From having tossed in its sleep.
The forest has taken leave
Of the hunted horn and drum.
No more the tapper late of nap
Scurries to the haven of a nest.
No more the rattle whisper fades
To nothingness in a lonesome rest.
No more, no more, for the heavens
Sleep and all the troops sleep too.
The sinewy python stretched past
Clumsily the ragged rock and branch.
The Owl has called its reveille at last.
And the forest sleeps with the wind
Gently fanning some whisper closer
And closer, every wave, a venomous flick
Of a serpent, a kiss of rest.

(Letter describing the situation in Malaya and denouncing
treachery, written in 1952 to Thirugnanamoorthy who was banished
by a British magistrate to Ceylon in March 1952. The letter never
reached him.)

© T. Wignesan, Seremban, 1952. Pub. in Tracks of a Tramp : a
first collection of poems, 1951-1961. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore :
Rayirath Publications, 1961.

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Out Flanking The Phalanx

             Out Flanking The Phalanx

Roman Soldiers like to drink
So I sent them out to battle Hannibal
A simple mission not for sober men
First to the Cannae Battle, 216 BC with lots of sun and debauchery
Then on to Tribia
It came to pass with sun on every side
More so for Hannibal and his forces who survived the battle 
With tactics honored to this day on how to slay your foe
I told my men don’t move too slow
Perhaps I should have said don’t go
If you want to build a proper wedge the echelon wedge is perfect
Add the double envelopment and pincer movements to seal the deal
No postage needed 
With those three tactics Hannibal left my men for dead or bleeding
In any event, defeated  
When at Tribia, I ordered my men to clean at Lake Trasemine                                              (remembering that they stink) and to wait for war   
A consummate debacle by the Roman war machine unfolded
Legions flanked, lined up to die
Utilizing only brute force they marched in phalanx manner
Over 80 thousand strong, with breath and body odor to over power.
(They had no showers)
Annihilation got in the way of their success 
Blinded by the sun and intellect designs of Hannibal 
The light of day came by the compliments of nature
Utilized by Hannibal at no extra fee to blind his enemy
But charged them to the lake to trap the Roman forces there
In a Carthaginian standpoint 
What started as a laundry day and cleaning of the roman forces
Soon became a blood bath on the shore
My legions defeated by a masterpiece of battle tactics
No Romans….. No more….
The locals commented at the sight
Dying is no way to make a living, they’d say
They were happy to see the fighting end
And get back to fishing once again 
I would have promised all my men a trip to Disney world
If they had won and if it existed
But they died so didn't miss it
Too bad they ever enlisted  

                                                                             6/18/14 Roman Legion contest 

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Not For Them

A poem about World War 1.
(ich totete is German for I killed)
(J’ai tue is French for I killed)
(Yellow mist refers to Mustad Gas)

Not for them
this poem of life
for the pen is full of blood.
Writing the names of yesterday
on lichen memorials 
washed by the tears
Of these forgotten years.

Not for them 
a sunny day
only shadows from the cross.
Hiding their faces from tomorrow.
Stored in this warehouse of silence,
kept secret by churches reverence.

Not for them
 to burn this candle of innocence
their light was sold for war.
To search out death in no man’s land
for machine gun and snipers hand.

Not for them
the words of love or the gift of flowers
for only poets can pick their dreams.
No nightingales and moonlit nights 
or gentle caress upon the shore.
For death is but a moment,
Inspiration dies,
with the pain in soldiers eyes.

Not for them
to sleep in peace
or to wake to mothers bread.
Only memories of a yellow mist,
for the banshees long to be kissed.

Not for them
 to lie to God
to say we did not kill.
For in death they can all say
Ich tötete, J'ai tué, I killed.
We who came from Eden,
are now comrades in heaven.

Not for them
to know the future
for we see only the graves.
Let this be our peace,
less we forget the meaning of war.
And pray historians will never write again, 
with a pen full of blood, this poem,
Not for them.

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The Ex-Patriot In Madrid

He lived alone in a small apartment in Madrid.
By June each year, Christmas cards
	were still pasted to the wall.
He strolled and took the air quite often,
frequently tipping his Panamanian hat.
His trousers were thin, and covered his skin
	like a white sheet.
Appropriately dressed, or so he thought,
a faded Hawaiian shirt hung loosely from
	his shoulders.
A solid black belt, truncating his frame, 
was invisible under the shirt.
On warmer days he went barefoot, 
	other times he wore sandals
	with no socks.
This man was the quintessential 
	American ex-patriot.
Eating on fish on Fridays, he was forlorn
	in his mood and in his demeanor.
Nobody approached him; he was always
Often he would find an empty lot
	and write novels in the sand.
His words were so well-written, that
	even the pigeons were impressed.
Those birds frequently punctuated his
	sentences with droppings and
	scratched out words needing
Those were peaceful days before the war.
Now a new and harder day has come.
The man knows he can never go home.

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 Landscape of Hiroshima about eight-thirty a.m.                                                               After the death angel Enola Gay turns away                                                                 she gave birth to the little boy as fiery rolling smoke starts clearing                             Etched upon a wall a boy and girl playing with a ball                                                          Those there could not see it for their eyes were melted                                                      A city meshed with death blood iron and rock                                                                    A three year old boy partially dripping skin cry’s for mom                                                   But a twelve year old girl looks unharmed but within days                                         Poisoned by death’s light she withers away                                                                    As you pull back from this horrific seen                                                                            It only magnifies for a hundred thousand plus                                                                   Stench smoldering flesh mingled with everything                                                          The land of sun lays beneath a blanket of death                                                                A city leveled by little boys fierce foul breath                                                                 And then aftermath for years later                                                                             Countless children die or are born defective   

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Endangered Species

For the Victims of War Rape, Congo

Ripped coverings
Bloody clasps on their beautiful breasts 
Itchy spiky rods piercing the creamy curls

Cannon shots blasting 
Chaos' rifles
That justify man’s beastliness. 

Trampled carnations 
Lightless sun
Tense skies
With crying moon. 

But how long in cremated sinews?
De trop for the vines
Ribbons swirled with harrows 
For fate looms in the dark.

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The Last Supper

All are sitting at the table eating, 
talking, laughing, Reminiscing, crying
but trying to make the best of it.
They listen, and hear a distant call.
Why must they leave already, 
did they misbehave at the table?
They try to finish their food in a rush, 
for they will not want to be hungry later.
They get up from their chairs, push them in.
and all help to clear the table.
He is near, and will ask them to leave his house.
Gunshots are firing, and bombs are exploding.
They run for safety, as he now has arrived to his home.
All of them head for the door, and exit out one by one.
Its good that they enjoyed what would be their last supper.

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those words goodbye

He took her hand and held her close
Before he had to go
Although he did not want her to know that he saw how
She tried so hard not to cry 
And kept fighting the tears that wanted to fall from her eyes
While In her mind so many memories replayed
From the time they had their last kiss 
And to hearing those words goodbye
As he drove away he couldn’t wave 
He felt like he was walking his grave
Wishing there more to this feeling he craved
Because all he felt was fear and depression
As he thought of all the things he forgot to mention
Like how much he loved her so
And how he didn’t want to go
And how he didn’t feel like a brave man 
Because these tears he fought back just wanted to flow
There was something deep inside 
That brought upon his lonely cry
As he went to do his duty and fight for his country
And he didn’t want her to know that he 
Was trying so hard not to cry
As he kept fighting the tears that wanted to fall from his eyes
As he thought of all the things he forgot to mention
Like how much he loved her so
And how he didn’t want to go
And how he didn’t feel like a brave man 
Because these tears he fought back just wanted to flow
He couldn’t wait until the day he could come home
And hold her close again
Without having to worry about leaving 
Until he was told he had to go
And wish this was not the way the story goes
He took her hand and held her close
Before he had to go
Although he did not want her to know that he saw how
She tried so hard not to cry 
And kept fighting the tears that wanted to fall from her eyes
While In her mind so many memories replayed
From the time they had their last kiss 
And to hearing those words goodbye

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Enter Muharram

And when the Barking Dog died
We saw the new tzadik arise
His face kissed and adored by the Prophet
His rights stolen for profit
Inherited by the Increasing One
Increasing only in iniquity 
Inherited only because he was the Dog's son
Will we never have serenity?

And as the sun rose on a bright day
The High One's son arose to pave the way
For the future of revolutions
Last-ditch solutions
Fighting even know when you're at loss
Fighting for your values at the highest cost

I hear there's support for me in Kufa
And hence I must make my way there
But I know support for me will disappear
But like a moon in the sky our line will only reappear
Our message will stay clear
But today the light dies
And my spirit will swim through the skies
My blood will seep
Into the earth so deep
My special companions will lie next to me
My partisans in Kufa will surely spring into action
Though long after my sacrifice has been sanctioned

O Lord
I give my life to you
Cut me up
In a thousand pieces
And you will only receive a thousand voices
All simultaneously in praise
This nightmare is simply a phase
Until I am admitted to the heavens for eternal delight
Let me be an example to my partisans
For they are my people I leave behind
As I die here on this bloodied earth
Here in Karbala', the Land of Sorrow

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within a week

he released the long-form 
of his birth certificate

toured the tornado-stricken south 
with  mayors and governors

flew to NASA  to watch the 
final liftoff of a U. S. space shuttle 

gave U.S. Navy Seals permission 
to conduct a secret national security mission

spoke at a dinner for the
white house correpondents 

watched U.S. special forces 
execute their assignment

informed U.S. citizens that 
the mission was accomplished

sparked patriotic celebrations outside of 
the white house and at a national baseball game 

caused U.S. citizens to chant with pride
at times square and ground  zero

a leading U.S. citizen, 
with a legal birth certificate--the president of the U.S.A.--
touched so many lives
within a week

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After the Battle WW1

I felt his breath leave the battle field
as bayonet pierced his heart.
The surprise of death lay in his eyes
his blood poured warmth upon my hands,
anointing my soul with his.

His flow of life will find the earth
to merge with victims past
and another ghost will follow me,
shouting for my demise.

This lowly man who took the shilling
as Judas took his thirty,
now looks across this no man’s land
for this corruption belongs to me.

Beneath this mud
lies the dreams of men
the commandments of life,
now lost within these decaying bones
for this war has silenced them.

And up above heaven receives
the righteous who take their place,
but the blood of my victims
are now a moat 
and I would surely drown.
The dreams I have taken 
will guard the gates
while angels turn their back to me.

I am the soldier who orchestrates the kill
my sins can wait in heaven.
The Holy Ghost can watch his time
for I am Lord this day.

It takes a soldier to humble the gods
for their power lies with me
a solitary man who has done his duty.
So God, send your laurels to me.

 I am one of millions
Destined to be forgotten
But men were born with tears
our tears will match
any storm that you can send
For we are the battle
and death is our destiny

We who feed this barrage of blood
now fear the morning mist rise?
For this grey belongs to dead men’s dreams,
their sweet stench a reminder
of what’s to come.
For tomorrow, I will be one of them.

Bury me deep
God must not find me
Anonymity will be my peace
Only Mother,
will remember me.

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Yellowhead Highway

Yellowhead Highway

(Outside the doorsteps of wilderness).

Riding in the back of the car
Smell of gas leaking, gone too far
Engine filled, should remain empty
Down this #1 Highway to oblivion
The road signs get his attention. 

Now he knows it's time to go
Wandering through the fields they shall go
Back to the bad seed they have sown 
Land ripped up and root of good fruit exposed
Bad seed scattered around by the human hand.

Seeds scattered across the land;
Underneath frozen fields like tundra
Where the land begs him to wander
Land of burning fields, scented of ash
Mixed with the blossoming wild rose.

Land of volcanoes by the sea
Land of endless space into eternity. 
Haunted by its flush fields left fallow. 
For future yields with many more 
Harvests through the coming years.

Burden of development, dreams in tow
This bag of seeds across a ship on the sea
Eyes through the firelight into descent. 
Upon shadows beneath aurora. 
Hollow aphorism except for life.

All visions a trick of the mind
Eyes blinded by not the heart
Made with valour through years of strife 
Fields of mourning for soldiers
Died upon fields of flowing blood.

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what about me

everybody wants their dreams to come true
everybody wants to be able to break through
wanting life always raining roses and candy canes
but what about me...

this place used to be very beautiful
trees and children playing around 
i saw smiles of people passing by
but what about now...

they said we needed help
they said war is the answer to gain peace
now my house is thorned to pieces
what about this...

i used to make promises with my friends
we shared our dreams about the future
but why they don't care about us
we have right to our life and they've taken it away
what about that...

without faith, insanity will strike
without faith, future can't be reached
without hope, children won't dare to live in this land of war
God hears us pray

one day we will smile again
heroes will rise coming from the entire world
with love as their armor fight all the injustice
so we can live together as one

I will wait that day
when we can come out to play
no need to worry for bombs to come
cause this place is a peaceful one

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In to the war of darkness

From the beginning it was dark.
Fighting invisible demons in the shrouding veil,
near to death, and tired from the wages of battle.

Then a light peirced the night...
An angel came into sight, and my demons retreated.
I fell in exhaustion! collapsing no longer able...
As my eyes closed, I feared that darkness had concord.

My eyes opened again!
O'er me she leaned, with blue eyes of caring and innoscense.
Calming my rages, with sweetness!
My strengths returned under her cares, My fears cast out.
So with a new vivarance, I stood.

Stopping on bended knee, I vowed myself, hers.
Wanting to give unto her all that she ever could offer me.
I stood to feel her hand in mine.  
Promising that I would thence not leave from her.

In an attempt to create a new life, from what we each knew,
I ignored the lack of freedom in the war I still needed to endure.

Her arms soothed me in the coming nights...
as I lay with her, she offered me all she had. chasing away 
the enemies that lie await at the threshold of her radiance.
Eagerly I entered into her embrace, giving her anything she 
desired. Anything to keep her here with me.

Her Desires, My desire to give her anything, proved my fault.
Wish against reality, I let her go thinking that she had given
me the strengths I needed to Fight alone once more.

Ignoring the raw need of having her in my life.  My reason to endure.
To succeed.  I should have admitted that I could not conquore the 
the ties that bound me, less her presence.

Knowing that we could reclaim our foothold on life, Together.
One last embrace, that wasn't enough!  I released her into the
into  the nestalgia niether of us wanted to return to.

So now!  I am left to walk into the darkness from her protecting light.
I can not see them, but my adversaries linger, and swarm
waiting for the residual of her essence to faid.  Striking at me, from
one time to another.  
I lash out in return, for her memory!  Piercing the heart of someone.
Casting a Flame with the strike that burns a bridge to what I knew.  

There in the glow of this flame! I see for the first time, I see 
That which I have to battle... in the hollow flames.... 
I see the night as if I am apart of it.  As well as the Devil smiling 
victoriously.  With waves of demons to do his bidding.  
To tear me asunder, from the inside out.

One last look to see her there.... to far away, and oceans apart.
She, I needed.  Then turn, into the war or Darkness.

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Silence this

“Hence when did thy breasts hate to feed me?
Hence then haven’t they heaved to need me?
Oh Mother! Why art thou so silent?

Those bombs and those ammos from the machine guns, they bother me no more.
They sound like a lullaby to me.
Wasn’t it you who reassured me that ‘this is life’ even before I was born?
Now why do you still lie?

I heard Papa’s plea to let you go before they shot that merciless bullet into his head.
I saw it Ma, I saw it all...
ripped, stripped and writhing in pain,
I heard your final beg to let me go.
I cried then Ma, I cried aloud, I cried my best with all I could; 
thought that hearing me cry they would let you go.
They never stopped and choked I lay.

My eyes still won’t open full and I only see darkness around.
Tears mixed with trickling blood have dried 
and my voice too fragile to rise above the noise outside me.
Oh Mom! Why don’t you shout for me now?
Was it wrong that I was born to thee?!

Why have they taken it all even before I can understand 
in a life time or more what war and hatred is all for?
Tell me Mom, tell me now from up above
Why won’t a bullet silence me too?”

Note: This is a poem that I wrote disturbed by what I saw while visiting a war zone 
in an island nation...

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What If? For Veteran's Day

A man gave me a gun and said,
“Kill that person over there.
Kill that person because he 
wants to kill you.  Kill him
because he has hate in his
heart.  Kill him because
everything we cherish is
at risk.”

I placed the gun on the ground and,
with tears in my eyes, said,
“I cannot kill that person over there, 
even if he wants to kill me.  
I cannot kill him because
I don’t have hate in my heart.
I cannot kill him because, 
if I did, everything I cherish
would be at risk.”

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In my head, a place within, There’s something hiding beneath my skin. Screaming, Yelling, Silently guiding…. My thoughts not my own, Crawling inside, Another Voice whispers you’re all alone This trains running off the Rails. EMPTY, BROKEN, LOST, Look around you nothing but lies Everything Ends ~ here tonight. Scream louder They never hear Everything you ever feared Comes crawling From the darkness tonight Listen when they speak Can you hear the lies? You're empty, Useless; Weak I see it in your eyes. You tell yourself ~ I'm not real TRY To run, But everywhere you turn You hear my voice Scream louder They’ll never hear Cry, Scream, Try in vain Nothing Will stop this pain, Lie to yourself One more time It might come true. Or Face the truth Deep inside, You know I'm you.

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In A Gentle Way You Can Shake The World

When they draped the flag on your coffin mate 
I was dumb, dead with it-
they ought to at least give you one last chance 
to dance the dance of life-

you were the grass growing and the earth 
firm beneath our feet,
you were the cotton on our backs the day 
we sweated for glory on the pitch man!
The ball sailed right through every eye in the stadium 
shot like a bolt straight into your hands, 
feet that float and fly away, man what a sight!

You were there the day we found the champagne 
in Searge's knapsack, we were soused, 
so soused we just made it to parade with the west wind in our eyes 
pulling the tears onto our faces, the day we went away-

the day we went to the desert
the day they took us in the Humvee
the day the Humvee bucked high like a grasshopper 
leapin’ straight up
straight up-
the day we looked and you were a man with two arms and 
we cried to see the legs gone, the legs you sent 
like two pistons of dynamite
across the pitch like a piece of high-octane rocket-maniac
after that beaut of a ball,

the day we swore we'd come and  drink your health, 
stack the cans out back the way we used to
and shoot the breeze, bring it all on, let it all out-
we cried, Paul and Johnny- you remember?

Don't know if we cried 
the day Crazy Connie died-

So it all comes down
to a flag here on the coffin and the guns 
that they shoot to salute when you leave-

Donnie you were gentle and you shook our world.

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One Night in San Diego

I was looking at the playbill dated Sept. 8, 2001
We just came from seeing Foggy Mountain Breakdown
not Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs, but Steve Martin and Edie Brickell
a few cocktails later we were both a little pickled.
My old man has eyes of an eagle which he calls his bifocals
and across the restaurant he noticed our neighbor, Al Bayoumi
meeting with two Saudi acquaintances, Almilhdhar and Alhazmi.
My husband remarked that they were writing on a napkin
with a broken pencil,
but truth be told, I was so looped I wouldn't have noticed
if they were using paint and a stencil.
I did notice Bayoumi's bright and shiny cell phone
from where i sat it looked like pure gold.
One of his buddies stuffed it into his own pocket
hit the door and was gone like a rocket.

(Sept. 8, 2001... just three days before 9/11, Almilhdhar and Alhazmi were two of the pilots who flew planes into the twin towers. Bayoumi brought them to the US, let them stay in his own apt, at Parkwood Apts in San Deigo, until he, himself paid the rent for them to have their own apt. He also allowed them to use his personal cell phone until they could get their own. There are many timelines surrounding 9/11 on the internet, so this information can be verified easily. Also, at this time, at the Old Globe Theater in San Diego, Steve Martin and Edie Rickell were starring in a play called Rocky Mountain Breakdown.)

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My Thought's of Pearl Harbor

During the time of our sleep
When not even mice would make sounds
The planes they did creep
Hunting their targets like savage hounds
And when they struck
The ground it rumbled
There was no time to duck
As the ships crumbled
Men and women died that day
Which made many families blue
They had awaken the USA
Even though we started World War Two
That day in December 1941
A new strenght had been born

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unbalenced light and dark

the balence of light and dark
has merged with 
its own balenced 
perfection, was light
is what was dark,
what it is ,
is what it was,
for it will never be
its own perfection,
and darkness
still never
the light.

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Soldier Lover

I long to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your touch, to taste your lips.
You left me in tears and tragedy, not a single word again, not even a whisper. I can not be selfish, I just know I cant. Your memory will live on in me, your love will blossom in my heart. I will never see you again, your eyes and your soul. But I have to be proud, though it is so hard. Just to have been loved by a warrior, it tears me apart.

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men of war

men of war have been sworn to hate 
rivers of red won't be their own fate 

few of them seen most unknown
they new who they where since they where born

their is winners and losers in every game
but these are the black op soldiers , not for fame 

have your money ready , don't take a check
cold hard cash , will pay for this harden tech

no questions asked , no answers given 
you can watch the tele , and all the devastation

he has no family and he likes it that way 
so you better pay him or he will have the last say

all of this training all of these years
so many lives and haunted by fears 

you better watch out and have some clout
or you might be buried before night is out 

men of war have been sworn 

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The Politics of Passion (Einsengruppen)

"Oh, cut it out!!' he cried
As they shot him
Smiling in their power
"But I am one of you!" cried he
As they bayonetted him
"Have mercy!" she begged
While she was gased
"Someday you'll pay!" they whimpered
Forlorn and forgotten martrs
Dying in masses of groans
Early graves awaiting
Yet warm bodies
Rotting flesh on last week's quota
Quivering in anticipated vengence

Reach out, deadman
Grasp those distorted in sickness
Who beg so much louder than their victims
Every rotting heart beating louder
to the pace of their awaited screams
Every trembling bone reaching above

Dead on schedule
Efficient killers
Reluctant in responsibility
For the millions
Who could not understand
your reasons for exterminating them
The world and the heavens
Decry your deeds
You the inhuman.

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I Am Not Your Baby

Boy you use to be my baby, but your not no more  so please do not cry.
You should have never told me lies.
So now I've found another guy.
I can hear him calling for me, he's saying "baby"
Yeah, remember that's what you use to say before you started acting fool and playing games.
But in the end you got no fame.
That's why all your friends think you is lame, and that's why you can't get no play.
It never had to be this way, but now we're through.
I'm over you so forget you!
I'm never coming back to you!
So go find you another baby.
I'm so glad I won't be having your babies.
I'm so happy that we'er through cause I got another daddy and he's so much better then you.
Boy I'm through with you but I ain't done talking.
So if I were you I'd get to walking.
Get your things and get out my house cause if you don't I'm gonna throw you out! 
Boy shut your mouth and stop calling me baby!
Your crazy if you think I'm going to take you back.
Get out the door cause you don't live here no more.
Don't take the car.
Don't take my things.
Everything that I bought you stays!
At this point I don't care just leave and go away!

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The Murder In The Study-PTSD

I sit there watching, 
watching as he struggles through the pain. 
Scared to touch him, 
as my hand hovers above his sweat soaked skin. 
Where's the antidote? 
My eyes scream for an answer, 
my lips cry from the sight. 
He's lost in his mind, 
trapped in the memories, 
the fears have taken him from here. 

I say his name tentatively, he doesn't hear me. 
Eyes black, empty souled, 
where's he gone, God where does he go? 
Bombs exploding in his ears, 
guns firing rapidly, 
hands clenching his only hope of survival. 
I bite my lip and brush a lock of hair from his eyes. 
Empty eyes, his strength is crushing my wrist, 
His hand clutching my throat. 
I plead his name, beg for him to wake up 
from this nightmare of a dream. 
Beneath my breast, within my chest 
I feel my heart throbbing. 
How long will it be until it breaks. 

I'm clawing at him, my nails tearing open his shirt. 
I've become an animal, an invisible threat to his blind eyes. 
As my nails rake across his face, 
my back slams into a book case, 
I look up, His empty eyes, a world away 
in a world of war, his hand shaking 
with the cold metallic gleam of his gun. 
He aims, without seeing, and the bullet hits his mark. 
Instinct has my hands on the hole in my chest. 
curiosity draws them away 
and with the sticky red I paint. 
Maybe when he awakes he'll see this, 
this one thing, it might save his sanity. 

I scrawl 'I love you', my tears wont wash it away. 
I lay as I go blind, 
the black fading from his eyes, 
and into mine. 
God, take away his pain. 
Let me steal his dreams, 
as you stole his sanity.

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Perchance One Day

Perchance One Day?
          by Odin Roark

Pick your war

So long ago
Living by reason became paralyzed
Birds soared into reluctant retreat
Knowing this was not the nature they were born into

Souls chafed against destroyed landscapes
Like listless boats against moorings
Their piers desperately inviting closure
By any means


Habit of no identity
Continues to proliferate dominance over the innocent
Where guns infuse might
To make right the removal of…

Hopefully in the future
A glance from behind shattered windows
Will reveal an undulating live symbol of
All the glorious colors
A white flag unfurling proudly can display
Not as surrender
But as a pronouncement
“I am a human”

Such might invite a long awaited embrace

Perchance One day?

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At the Wall


A Vietnam veteran and a mother 
Stand shoulder to shoulder 
Before it's patriotic domain,
Amazed at the hard stone's ability 
To accept the lost with such soft hands.
Their faces, caught in the black granite,
Merge into one.
With a secret map
Etched into the tips of their fingers,
They grope the wall
As if given a short reprieve 
From the distance of the dead,
Running their fingers over the names -
Speaking an ancient language 
Whose letters sink 
                             Back into the earth.
I eavesdrop only in the reflection,
Because their emotion is awkward,
Like the first time your father cried.


She stands vulnerable under an indifferent sky
The color of cold ashes.
Taloned memories swoop in 
Like birds of prey,
Bleeding the air with an archaic wound,
Ripping the scabs
From the emptiness of her womb.
Each visit is the first -
As if Mary Magdalene had rolled 
Back the massive boulder to find 
Jesus' body - the resurrection an elaborate hoax.
She instinctively reaches for his name,
And like a nervous, young mother,
Wipes a tear from his moist eye.


The black pool shimmers in his dark eyes.
He rides a wave of time,
Each ebb and flow a cruel cycle,
Living with what is brought ashore,
Coping with that 
Which is taken back.
A crash from above 
Evicts him from the root of his foundation.
A flash!
And he is caught inside again,
Offering his arm for its construction.
Barely audible,
He utters a single protest and reaches
For the man in front of him.
Is he once again attempting 
To stop the bleeding 
Or desperately trying 
To add his own name to the list?

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when the fighting first began

when the fighting first began
and the first drop of blood 
was shed, the blades
came out, the guns were
shot and the bodies
fell to the floor
as time moves on
the fighting
is still strong
and the blade s
they still
are clashing.

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"Have you hugged yourself today?"

I still remember that question.
I was not able to answer it.
But there you were, you always so,
if you ask questions
you have had the answers.

"Your arms are too short for your body.
but certainly long enough for me."

Then you came into my arms
and dwelt therein.

"Do you still keep that hug?"

We asked each other.
Then we laughed together.

A hug is the only
answer to the question.
Then buried us into memories.


My wife prefer to hug than to say a word:

"i love you, boy!
i love you, hubby!"

As if the two arms
can convey all the secrets.

Our children grow
loving arms more than words.

That is why every night my wife
prayed to be an octopus.
And all of us come into
the hugs of her hands.


One by one, the body
will escape from the hug

then our arms
began to carry guns
and wars.

The body was destined
to belonged to a hug
then later owned by bullets.

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The Forgotten Death

Is there any possibility to remain alive?
I scrutinized around but they all appeared same
Young boys with an expression of terror
‘Is anybody there?!’ I The coldness of winter stretched everywhere
gave out a shout
My voice echoed through the lonely desert
No sound responded except my own

Sometimes ago it was tremendously noisy 
But with the trade of violence everybody hushed 
I walked around searching for existence
Walking through the crowd of silence wasn't easy
As I frequently stumbled upon the figures of dead
Some of the faces weren't recognizable
Yet I identified the fear in their appearances

Suddenly, my eyes fell upon my companion!
It seemed like he was having a bad dream
His body was pierced by the bullets
‘Wake up sir!’ I shouted at him
‘Your wife and son are waiting with hope!’
He didn't care to answer back to me 
Tears welled up my eyes and so I spoke:
‘You have given up your life but for what?
Death for death? Suffering for sufferance?
I know you have sacrificed your breath
Yet you will live a forgotten death…’

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We are broken glasses in the sun

We are broken glasses in the sun
Shining like diamonds
Razor sharp on the edge of the skin
I have seen my own heart
Spelling in translucent desires
With each vowel like a spectrum strand
The manhood I must retain
But we only reflect what is shined on us
There is no kaleidoscope for the night
We want so much to be believed
In the trembling hands gripping us
Choking us deliriously breathless
For any foolish semblance of support
Their raw flesh bleed against our jagged edge
And we get saddled with disbelief
We awake one cloudy day
And realize our dilemma is not modern
We have been this way disrespected 
Before the first leaf fell in green in Eden
And I have been lonely
From that abbreviated moment of time
Until this eternity of now.
Our mothers alone have made us brothers
But we may search in vain for the brotherhood.

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A War

I'm five thousand miles from home

lost in this utter hoplesness

trapped in this foreign land

when the only souls i've got

drop like flies on a hot summer day

murdered, unloved

laying dead in an unforgiving land

im six thousand miles from home

the place of comfort and hope

wishing for the things I took for granted

since there is nothing for me here

only killers and monumental worries

fear preys upon your mind

coldness grips your heart

the dominating question of

'Will you survive?'

im seven thousand miles from home

and all I want to do is escape

yet obligation is a shackle upon my wrists

keeping me here in this warzone

this place of discomfort and lonliness

im eight thousand miles from home

marching in this wasteland forever

a gun is in my hands

material things in my pack

a blanket

a comb

a photo

and that is all i've got

my only posessions in this hated place

im nine thousand miles from home

and all I want is to be with you

i've been here amid theese explosions and gunfire way too long

do you think of me even now?

am I loved though i'm in this foreign land?

i'm a lifetime from my home

I feel as if I may never return

you seem way too far away

and I fight for you all the time

i'm shot at every day

I try to live, to survive

so I can come home to you

I pray for this fearsome fight to end

since my peace of mind it did slew

and in this terrible war

if I have no hope, no courage

i'll die.

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Mind and something few

                Mind and something few

My mind wandering like air
it wavering like sea-shore
wandering and wavering ever.

When the air hits my soul
my wavering mind drenches
wandering and wavering ever

Air pushes the water,my mind
became enlighten, wakes out
wandering and wavering ever

wandered to know something
it for learn something
know and learn something ever

My mind travels upon air
wavers and drenches itself
wandering and wavering ever

hits something, to know something
attract and distract something
travelling in a water ever.


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Bedroom War

She wears peace signs

But screws like bombs erupting

Hips rocking like caterpillar tracks

Rolling over boulders

‘It’s a war in there, baby

And I wanna fight’

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before the beginning

before the beginning,
aches burnt slow fuses 
in blood shrapnel'd fog, 
salted feet tread spattered rain, 
as men held spent while veiled mothers wept; 

growth rings sat lonely on soot tarnished walls, 
regrets wrung young necks snatched in flight down dank halls; 

tho' faithful bones preach virtues of battle, 
good soldiers pray not for eager roots, 
duty once burnished brave Pericles' helm, 
now under hill barrows form shadows for muster, 
feeding shot powder thurible blessings; 

as the fiddle fears the concerto's note, 
unbaptized souls flee the thieving stoat; 

under the moral eye, 
sabers eased in tin, in sighs, 
engendered discourse with the Other,
shattered friends, splintered foe,
remnants of another time; 

desperate for the author's joke, 
unbidden blades pierce tattered cloaks; 

once upright men, wounded grimace men, 
hobbled yet heroic still, 
would dare yet to delve the authentic heart,
and wake the sleeper, sharpen pen, for

without ritual, gods survive war.

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Know, soldier, that the tears you shed
over your fallen brothers' blood
are not shed in shame;
let them rain.

Know that their sacrifice
will never be forgotten,
never mean less than everything;
we remember them, always.

Know that we welcome them home
with hearts and arms open,
ready to deliver them to their hallowed rest;
they've more than earned it.

Know, soldier, that each and every one of you
is owed a debt that can never be repaid,
for a burden you never begrudged;
for such is the way of heroes.

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Military Mind

 Military Mind 
Military Mind 
Sexless uniformed surfaces not needing a life inside. Worthless devils fighting 
all the time and hurting all others against the flag or under orders or authorized 
this is the military mind just recently there was news a man held off his mind with 
love the conscientious objector was recognized. 
When eye was alive it was harder inside a man could have chosen the medical 
core or just died in the combat. The colors on those flimsy operating room suits 
were all wrong eye wore khaki may GOD please forgive me eye thought it was 
better to die than to live with my military mind. Nixon stopped the troops 
movements to the then Viet Nam. Nixon signed my discharge under the peace 
movement then. My foot was swollen from a drinking binge could have been gout 
my foot swollen up the doctor told me to toughen up when everyone else was at 
bayonet practice eye walked on the sidelines not worthy to fight just trying to get 
my foot to work to move my military mind. Since then as a civilian again eye have 
almost ruined that foot again its lame on one side. 
Now that eye older and lame became a fight would be welcome again to my 
military mind. God please give me your strength to then die. To lose a life taken 
is to gain it in Heaven eye object to my military mind. 

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War Artist

World War 1

I scrawl these visions
in the light of exploding shells
and the grey sleep of a million corpses,
making my pencil the last witness 
to the moments between life and death.

Truth shall guide my trembling hand
across a blank canvass that will inherit
this day’s memory of pain.
A transformation in the dark colours of suffering
that echoes the sounds of war
to a respectable audience,
taking their morning tea in England.

The epitaph of a race captured in a wooden pencil
sharing the blood of mankind 
in another holy grail.
Come drink this sweet wine of youth
for it will never empty.

My pencil denied by the colours of life
creates glory on a foreign field.
The sons of mothers pose
in deaths final picture,
frozen for winter to play.
Till the heat of summer takes them away
on blue bottle wings to heaven.

A rotten imprint to torment the living.
They were once human as I remember
who came with wit and clean socks
seeking the approval of father.

All were looking for a road to be a man
but the road was a trench,
whose veins pulsated with the blood of the dead
giving birth to the shadows of tomorrow.

Shadows, shadows all is shadows
the pencil can tell no lies.
Life turned into spectres and flies
haunting the conscience of mankind.

We are no longer human beings
war in the trenches dulls the meaning of life.
Death is but a serial number and a victory
for tomorrow’s paper.
Life wasted in Judas visions for all to see.

And I who live in fear 
cannot see the lines of humanity anymore.
Only images seeded in a fractured brain
whose portfolio burns in the corpse
that was once my soul.

This pencil has done its duty
The reaper can take these eyes,
eyes that see the shadows
dancing in the flickering flames of war.
A light that bears witness to my last heart beat 
in the scribbles of a dying man.

My destiny foretold in my work
to spend eternity in the darkness 
that surrounds the stars,
with a pencil that can draw no light.

Pass gently dear comrades from this earth,
time is the watch which knows no end.
Only the blind and the dead will hear 
the last tick of this illusion.
For silence is the secret of the earth
everything dies, everything dies.

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We fight for many reasons...
We fight for freedom, peace
and love. 
We fight for love and 
against love. 
Love is a non-stop 
war sometimes between 
two people sometimes 
between more...
When one war is done
you come out with battle 
wounds. But the wounds
dont matter when you come
back to the one you fought 
for. When you come back 
and they have open arms 
for you no matter what happened. 
They have the same battle wounds
as you. When this battle is over 
the next one comes along soon
after. Sometimes you think 
you finished the battle and there 
will be no more fighting, but then 
they start up again. You think you 
finished it when you tell yourself
that your never going to fight for 
this person ever again even though
deep down you are fighting to them 
off your mind....
The war is never over...

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City of Knowledge

The city of knowledge is burning
Crushed are all the houses of learning
Under the siege of the city of information and the city of ignorance
For the two have joined together to destroy gnosis
The gatekeeper has been stabbed in his head
The enemies and the traitors bloodied the rivers red
Decapitating the institutions 
Presenting misleading solutions
Leading the inhabitants to a seeming ablution
Only chastising them with their own desire

But the sands beneath the city are ever shifting
The knowledge the city bequeaths is spirit-lifting
And while blood has run down the beard of the gatekeeper
There are millions ready to avenge as the battle gets steeper
My weapon is a sheathed award
Precautionary dissimulation is my sword
I am protecting of the secret knowledge of my Lord
No burning fire has the strength to cut our cord
And as they break the hands of the crowd
And cut the tongues of the proud
Our heart remains the clairvoyant organ of might
This organ is a sealed book, hidden in the darkness of night
And divine light
Will extinguish the burning fires and quench our desires
As the new gatekeeper is put in place
Fully dismantling the hemorrhaging cities of ignorance and information
Inaugurating all in the gnostic station

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Love all and all of me

I want true love
that knows all of me.
That brings total freedom
allowing to all,
and all to see.
A Love that is truth
and not some idealist's scene.
Our Hope given flight
in clear blue skies enthroned,

For there is not one among us who has not said:
"I have a dream".
I know it is His to make all whole,
to have all gleam.
Perhaps a time now
for the meek to tread loud,
and the boastful silently.
For hands taken
from labour unending;
of bending the worldly.
When He reaches out,
a rousing shout:
some in love; many angrily.
The dream: 
Collective will given over to spirit
not rule.
the past measure.
Just be.
The only true desire
is for a true love
to love all, 
and all of me.

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This is where Hell begins...
The sun darkening
The smell of rot.

The wall of life flaming up
The burning Center,
Of all things ignored.

This is where Hell opens:

Air and water poisoned
Human freedom is buried under shattered skulls
Keep death away from ourselves?
Men, women and children, bleeding from the core
Lying still like crumpled shadows.
Will we live to see the light of day?
When a gun is hung over our heads,
Tears, like drops of wax, flow from our eyes
The night was gone.
Who will save us?

This is where the excuses stop.
The wall of life will not
To weep for us.

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Are You Ready?

After the onslaught
People were bleeding
From the heart
No mention of bruising
Just blood…
The Pastor said it was a crime,
against our faith
The time had come when witches and warlocks,
would reign the earth
The masses thought it was a myth
The darkness was claimed
One day we may see the end of time
The clock ticks towards the war
of all wars…the war of faith
Are you ready?

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Lest We Forget

Blood drips through
all the black pages
of America's history book.

The Indian wars,
war between the states,
two World Wars, Korea,
Afghanistan, Iraq, 
stealing our finest from us.

Let us not forget: