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Details | Free verse | |

Didn't Don't

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Didn't Don't
Somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
            didn't don't
Don't touch it. Don't say it. Don't do it. Don't doubt it. Don't think.

Somebody handcuffs my steps. Somebody determines my boundaries.
Before I fully understand free will, there is a slap on my head
      and phosphenes like stars that command my orbit.
Before I can recognize differences, there is a slap on my hand
      right hand, not left hand...never ambidextrous; 
      and time out is isolation without a trial...and I learn
                               the fear of wrongdoing
                               remote-controlling my existence,
conditional on demand, predesigned
      and easily
      and obviously
      frightened
An aborted freedom escaping into the sewer
trying not to get it on the seat

I'm the observer of other lives, not mine               
tied up and chained, in captivity 
attempting to prove an alibi 
                    for being alive.
No one cares
not even myself

Somebody pulls on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
           didn't don't
It's dirty. It's ugly. It's bad. It's poo. It's sin.

commitments, commandments... Commandments, Commitments
                               Salvation... Damnation
Sometimes deception makes them ring in a low tone. Sometimes
I do what they say, and not what they do, and not what I want, and not what I think.

                 Through   fragments   of   this   duplicity,
                                               and   this   duplicity, 
I would be able to rebuild myself,
                                and Myself, into another hypocritical being;
and the intentional perversion of the self proclaimed truth,
                                or the liar paradox,
                                will be sovereign
leading to the use of tricks and cotton swabs.

When the remorseless hours run counterclockwise,
I would be happy through imaginary experiences,
consistently depurated,
consistently believed to be true.
             
Would I dare to examine the society in which I've been educated and raised?
Would I dare rip my skin...my flesh off of my bones?
How could I blame them? How could I possibly judge them?
Order and obedience in confabulation...in conspiracy...in complicity

If somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
If I'm the only one guarding my own cell
If I'm the jailer, and the convict, and the crime.


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Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

Haste

Who walks into forever maudlin and seeking heights misplaced ?
What tortured memories, would mankind wish most undone, unsung?
When time's tide seeks to gather grace, with each painful thought displaced, 
Where fullness bursts, how happy will those emptied heart-holds be once wrung?
Why waste the gift of life seeking solace with such unbridled haste.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tentative Dancer

Do I choose to join this Poetic Dance
To reveal my soul to take this chance
I am left to wonder who will care
If my life is charmed or full of despair

I release my emotion to the page
The good the sad the parts with rage
The pen gets started revealing each part
A stiched together healed broken heart

Like many a writer I am a bleeder
Revealing my secrets to you the reader
My only hope is that you have time
To see yourself in the words I rhyme 

Because without you there is no dance
You are the reason I take this chance
A dance with a stranger one two three
Perhaps at the end you will know me

The very first Poem I posted to the soup.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Ringer

What if age was determined
By the amount of life experiences you had
Would you be an old timer, seasoned
Or a young naïve lad?

Would you change the way you lived
Or would you be satisfied?
Would changes to your life be massive,
Or would you seek a priest to confide?

I wonder why we don't live more
Not knowing when the curtain falls
Instead we tread on egg-shell floors
As if we plan when the bell tolls..


Details | Free verse | |

Can You Hear Me?

I never talk to you as much as I should
Just to say thank you for all of your gifts
I take for granted all that you’ve given to me
Sometimes blaming you for all I have missed
And when you come to me I shy away
Feigning I can’t see you or hear you
But no matter where I look you’re around me
In every vivid color and shape of movement
You voice beckoning in all the worldly sounds
I even try to hide myself away from you
Still you find me wherever I go without effort
Cruel and hard or ignorant and fleeting
I’ve been both and you lovingly embrace me
Cursing you at the losses washed upon me
Your hand generously gives without prejudice
Gluttonously taking much more than my fill
When I look back you’ve again filled my cup
All the mistakes I have made and will make
Many of them knowingly and willingly
Still you offer all of your forgiveness
If only I will ask as a son should his father
I’ve broken so many of your rules a multitude of times
Deceiving myself believing you wouldn’t notice
Still you offer me everything you have
When I lay in the dark at night and examine
I hope and fear you and I doubt and pray
I hope you can hear me through all the other voices
Although I fear you don’t listen to me anymore
I force myself to doubt your existence
Knowing the truth unwilling to admit to it
I pray…Dear God…Can you hear me?


Details | Free verse | |

Carpe Diem

- Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero -
                       - Seize The Day and Place no Trust in Tomorrow -


Strive For Excellence, Completion is a Fevered Dream.

When The Fear of the World Sinks its Teeth into The

Flesh of Your Consciousness, and Your Body Begs

In Agonising Tremors To Give in. 

                                                  - Strive On -

The Days Toll Fast, Everyone Seeks Shelter from

Life's Rich Turbulence. Embrace the Unknown,

Shelter Yourself From Comfort, and Push Every

Boundary, With Fear Comes Limitless Potential.

                                                  - Carpe Diem -



                   - Step into The Future with me, and Together, we'll Run blind -


Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


Details | Free verse | |

Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


Details | Couplet | |

The Reflection

I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.

Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.

This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.

Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.

and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..

Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!

The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.

That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.

I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.

So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.

And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.

I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.


Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Why do we

After reading all the shite about colony this morning this just came. Might not be appreciated by some, but you’ve got to admit there is truth in it…peter

Why do we?

Why do we give our power away?
Put folk on pedestals
I see it happen all the time
It drives me up the wall
Presley, Clooney, Pitt, and Jolie
And all the rest of them
They’re just people nothing more
Yet folk treat them like gems

Why do we worship sports hero’s
And guys who reach the top
Hatred, fear and all such things
These folk they still do cop
They’re just like us they eat and sleep
And all those other things
They cannot fly like angels do
And still bad luck life brings

Why do we have Gods in the sky
Each group a different one
Why can’t we worship all of life
From the flowers to the sun
And know that we’re all just the same
Quivering heaps of fear
If each of us could find ourselves
This message would be clear

28 September 2014





Details | Free verse | |

The Fraud

a hallway.  offices.  tinted sunlight.  
people who have forgotten my name.  
but i am here.  
and then a room.  and a meeting.  
and i am unprepared.  
“you’re up”  says the leader.  
and my lungs fill with heaviness as they all turn towards me.  
my mind screams.  
my throat locks.  

and then a word fights through the scream.  
and i breathe.  and find a voice.  
and then another word.  
and a thought.  
then relevance.  
i am moving.  
and eyes do not wander.  
but the scream fights on:  
they will find out.  

i was connected at one time.  
so the scream would fade.   
but not now.  
these many years later.  
“we could use you again,”  
he had said.  
and i had relented.  
but why?  boredom?  faith?  
the scream of fear vs. the scream of isolation?  
or a familiar voice dragging me back from madness.  
“what have you been up to?”  
he had asked.  
and i had lied.  
and now my mind all scrambled between work and stupor.   

“what on EARTH are you talking about?!” 
demands the one who should have taken over for me.  
and the throat locks again.  
and the scream rises up.  
and he knows it.  
but sympathy has no place here.  
so i struggle with the scream. 
and find the words to hide the Fraud  
as he shakes his head in disgust.   

and i remember why i left.  
so i wade in the scream until i am done and take my seat.  
and the scream that never dies whispers, “what else is there?”      


Details | Sestina | |

Sestina of Self

I am the center of raw and wild feelings.
Born from an ancient spirit of infant and child.
Falling back in a womb of darkness, myself I discover.
Hiding in an egg, I hear a whisper.
My shell is touched by a promise in the wind's soughing.
Infinite breath of wind caresses, I, who am little.

I am conscious of little.
A time before definition or feelings.
Warm, wild wind soughs.
Motion stirs the blueprint of a child.
God in every breath, every whisper.
Take form and discover.

A bud must open in order to discover.
Hesitation and fear cry out from a bud so little.
Inside a chameleon wears it's feelings.
Fright filters through the pores of a child.
Leaf and skin shiver in a dark wind's soughing.

The angelic songs of a river soughs.
Life's song for us to discover.
Along the riverbank runs the child.
Of the future she knows little.
Reflecting in water a spectrum of feelings.
Their sound is a scream, a laugh, a cry and a whisper.

As I grow the acceptable sound is a whisper.
My tears often mix with a shower's soughing.
Bodies aren't meant to cover feelings.
They should be naked dancers that discover.
Their steps are big and little.
Dance with the flow trusting child.

As I grow older, in my soul lives the child.
My heart is the room where she shouts and whispers.
It's a never-land where she will always be little.
Hope sings in a tear-river's soughing
With care and love we'll learn to discover.
We are courageous explorers of feelings.

The child, her voice a prayerful wind's soughing.
A soft reminding whisper not to fear discovery.
Oh little love I am with you always, experiencing together our feelings.


Details | Free verse | |

A Tale of Four Stories

Angst

i gnaw away, starting from my head, the store-house of
all my phantasms. and my eyes, in which you once drowned
and rose up as a nocturnal fire-bird
i am saving the best for the last, the heart,
tasting of off-season berries shriveled, bitter-sweet
caressed by decades of winter, beating inside
a summer-scented chest,
hay, cow-dung and mildew.


Catharsis

The forest has given birth 
to a prying Moon. 
Single. Static.

It watches over my tendency
to measure things.

The moon, metaphorical as ever, swinging smugly over the 

mango groves.
In her I saw your youth (resplendent, shining, bold)
and your age (scarred, empty, restless).

Farewell

We took turns at the well
Pulling the slimy rope
Bringing up the loot
The coins, the lost kittens
The ghosts of ancient trees
How do we share equally?

Self-estrangement

You mourn for a life time
But the sudden discovery of that wart
In your armpit made you laugh
(cynical, the 'ha' went up, up, up)
you stop being you. 


There is nothing left but dredges
you took what was yours
left behind what was mine
I turn it into a broken mirror
to reflect you
through my shattered veins


Details | Chant Royal | |

Paying For Lies With Lives

"Sing to me, Muse, of the wrath of Achilles." - Iliad, Line 1

Western dreams were born in wrath,
Overmastering all the noble aims of reason.
The bloom of youth, cut from its proper path,
Fallen wasted in full season
Torn and silent upon fields of fire,
Betrayed by elder men's desire
To force their goals on one another,
Stolen from each grieving Mother
Against the tides of pain each strives
His misery to quench, his hate to smother
As they pay for lies with lives.

Home and hearth abandoned for ambition,
The promise of tomorrow dies on foreign shores
For shadows' sake they are cast to perdition,
To drown in the shifting seas of wars.
The Enemy as confused as they,
Affrighted and divided by the fray,
Consumed by fear in the battle's heat
The dead lie dead, come victory or defeat.
The living, stung by memories' knives,
Against which they in vain entreat,
Go on to pay for lies with lives.

The world turns on as the game is played,
Each dawn finds men so much the same.
The debts accrue, are bourne and paid
Each seeking honor for his name,
And a home secure in peace.
Yet men move other men, and will not cease
To bind them to some formless claim or cause,
To bid them die to right the flaws
Perceived in others of like kind; their wives
Bide in fear and live by tyrants'  laws
As they pay for lies with lives.

Noctambulate, the pawns of powers fight,
For cause of country weakly understood;
They move from day to death's eternal night
Directed by the wills of men of wood.
When all has ended, what has been acheived?
What meaning comforts myriads bereived?
The world will turn, and others rise
To fill the void, the numb surprise
Of lives unlived, of weeping eyes,
Of silence heavy with unanswered sighs
For those who paid for lies with lives.

Must so many lines of history
Be so far writ in blood,
So tainted with tragic mystery
Trammeled by iron stained with mud,
Its pages overrun with acts untamed,
Acts of slaughter by the vast unnamed?
So many deeds set down in red
Give cause to rest uneasy in our beds.
Though the past recedes, the present shall reprise
The accusatory march of the silent dead,
Parading those who paid for lies with lives.

Who dares leave our collective guilt unclaimed?
Were not our many wars for subtle reasons framed
By minds fit for much finer uses,
By hearts that might have scorned such abuses
Leading to this madness - who denies
Those self-delusions that should leave us shamed,
That make us pay for lies with lives?


Details | Rhyme | |

Entwinement

Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement 

Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement

-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-


Details | Blank verse | |

Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?


Details | Ballad | |

Although Fertile Were the Fields

Although fertile were the fields, I plowed
That self-same earth lies barren now;
 Barren evermore.
 Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
 For my seeds were sown in the wild and unsullied season
 Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my labors
  Yields neither fruit nor flower.

   Still what remains behind us after we have passed u nto nothing
  Is it the perception of ourselves by others
   Or the small and humble things that are the substance of my struggle?
   
    Although tertile were the fields I plowed
    That self-same earth lies batrren now;
     Barren evermore.
     Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
     For my seedswere sown in the wild and unsullied season
     Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my loabors
      Yields neither fruit nor flower.


Details | Rhyme | |

As the Dark Defeats Us

In this haunted room I feel a presence build.
So thick is the air, closing in as you capture space.
The empty chair that was, now your body filled.
Sudden cold spot blasting icy gusts upon my face.

Heart thrumming uselessly in my frail breast.
Pounding in my ears, drowning out the comfort of sleep.
Your shape of nightmares breaking hope of rest.
The black of your image forming thickly and dark too deep.

Your silence leaves open the whispers of dread.
What lurks in this ghost activity straining against the real.
A hand so close it might reach out to my bed.
The fear, overwhelming, lies in what you may next reveal.

Mundane is the car that slows close in the drive
Louder than all it seems after this panic, slowing to turn.
Light blazes through, clashing swiftly into my chilling hive.
I wait to see clearly, such excitement and fear as I learn.

Shadows revealed, nothing I might have guessed.
So clearly I see you in this light commanding dark's defeat.
A sigh passes over my lips my truest fear confessed.
For tonight, just a chair and a badly folded sheet.


www.insiderealhauntings.com


Details | Free verse | |

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'


Details | Rhyme | |

Blending Tears

The breeze from the ceiling fan circles my thoughts...
With two forks in the road no turns would be fought...
I stayed straight as possible, but some fruit I had to taste... 
Some scars stay unhealed and small tears fell without haste...
With no mirror to see behind, forward is my ony way to fly...
Onto a place in my soul where I never question the why's...
Where I can sit and write without any left over fears...
From of palet of colors I blend with my tears...


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

FEAR NOT '' KARMA '' IS THE NAME

IF YOU DARE THINK; YOU CAN
GET PASS ME, WELL THINK AGAIN... 
MY FRIEND!!!  " KARMA " IS THE 
NAME.

           ** FEAR NOT **

EVERYTHING YOU DO; OR BREATHE
REVOLVES AROUND ME, SO WATCH
YOUR STEP N' STONE WITH ME....

           ** FEAR NOT **

YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIKE WHAT I
SAY; OR DO JUST ABIDE BY YOUR
OWN ACTIONS THEREFORE NO,
PROBLEMS.

           ** FEAR NOT **

DON'T BE MIS~GUIDED BY MY 
WORDS FOR THEY ARE GENUINE; 
MY SOUL IS: TRUSTED, AND I 
LOVE EVERYONE TIL' I'M BLINDLY 
STABED AND LEFT BLEEDING 
THIS HEART ON THE FLOOR.

             ** FEAR NOT **

FOR I AM PURE: LIFE JUST RUNS 
BLACK N' WHITE AND SPEAKS 
TRUTH, YOU OR I CAN' T HIDE 
FROM WHAT'S REAL... REALITY!!!

             ** FEAR NOT**

SO CLICK; CLICK, PULL THE 
TRIGGER IF YOU CAN... OR
DARE... JUST DON'T MISS*FIRE....
HAHAHA!!!
            ** FEAR NOT **

Written By: Carma SWEETHEART 
06-22-12


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | I do not know? | |

Alone I Stand

In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.


Details | Lyric | |

Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You


Details | Narrative | |

this was me

it began so innocently
we exchanged ideas on poetry
his art, the suffering he endured
he preyed upon my compassion
as he meticulously bided his time...

i felt safe as we expressed
our mutual love of words
i was excited, i was learning,
unbeknowst to me, i was his prey..

many months and thousands of hours, 
talking, reaffirmed my trust; faith in him
he shared his life, triumps & tragedies
i supported all he desired for himself..

i understood, i felt his pain, 
his drive i admired, he overcame tremedous odds,
became a doctor so others would not suffer as he had;
he baited me; the innocent and naieve one.

living life with no regret,
i chose to take a leap of faith,
he guided me, alleviated my fears,
of promises to cherish and adore me..

as a tiger waits patiently to pounce on his prey
i was oblivious to his hatred inside,
he was a master of manipulation
his mission - to destroy me..

i felt he was worth giving 
up all i knew to build a life
he so lovingly described to me,
little did i know, his words - poison..

america bound i left everything i knew; i loved.
the terror of his drunken rages, his icy silence,
the cruelty of his words stung like red hot coals.
what he admired most about me,intensified his hatred.

the vacancy in his eyes was terrifying, 
i was alone in a strange country, 
knowing no one, in a house, not a home, 
full of tension, rage, abuse; numb and in shock;
this was my reality..

with each painstaking day of living in terror
dreading his arrival, my fear reached new heights;
i had enough; i was leaving.
his rage increased, his words pure venom..

i was numb, shaking, fear drove me to action
he became desperate, i did not sleep 
for fear of never waking, his actions so terrifying
i felt a strength within, empowering me..

planning my escape, fear became my ally,
i reached the airport and did not stop shaking
until safely on the plane, doors shut, 
moving down the runway to take-off;
i wept, i crumbled, i collapsed.

jubilantly at home, i felt peace, safe, 
and soaked in the beauty of my freedom; my home.
it has been six weeks; i have flashbacks, 
terror still haunts me; i am determined 
to not let another change me.

i am healing and am grateful for every
moment i smile, smell a flower, witness
the marvel of each sunrise and sunset.
i am a blessed girl.

~this was me~ 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Crossroads- A night flight

I can hear the silence again
I can take back the time to think, to feel, to just 
breathe.
I have held out my hand to slow down time
and I have floated back down to myself
returned to my body for a while, you see;
I am here just on loan.
I dont know if I can lose myself again, 
lose myself to the fear of living, fear of the inevitable, fear of pain inescapable
so I think I'm just gonna ride on out on this illusion wave
and, you know- 
If you find a rock to cling to, and it breaks away suddenly, and you find another 
rock to cling to,
and it also uproots itself as well,
and you feel uneasy without solid ground
you gotta just learn how to be at ease with floating
till you gather the courage to fly away
into the unknown
and pardon my sudden departure.
but the next flight is at 12 sharp
and its already a quarter to midnight


Details | Shape | |

A Matter of Choice

                                                                  
                                                                   LIFE
	                                           A Bland
                                                           Nothingness
                                                     Changing our Lives
                                                 We all Seek solace within 
                                           Allowing oneself to Disassociate 
                                       From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits 
                                  Discovering nothingness, is quite something
                          Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within
                        Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow 
                           Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle
                                   Some fear boring lives intrude on life’s fiesta
                                       There is no need for fear when changing
                                             One needs to relax to keep focus
                                                  For creating a new life within 
                                                      Embraces your solace
                                                             Nothingness 
                                                                 A Bland 
                                                                    LIFE


Details | I do not know? | |

HALF MONSTER

I’m half monster.
Living in a jackal and hide world of a father’s imposter.
In fear of that half coming out
I am left without.
Who am I?
Can I distinguish why?
Will anger entice me?
Will feelings precise me?

I’m half monster!
I’m half of my father.
I can’t punish my child in fear of going to far.
I can’t change him without feeling dirty by a hidden scar.
He made me!
He hated me!
He’s my parent.
He’s my serpent.

I’m half monster!
He’s a monster.
I wish I knew where I fit.
Half and half I am split.
My brothers followed his steps.
I am a misstep.
I wasn’t supposed to be.
Can I get rid of this monster inside of me?


Details | Free verse | |

About Me Pt. 1

What can I say about me that you can’t learn within a day?
I was born to be a hopeless romantic,
except I never have any romance in my life
I am a gentleman,
I take my chivalry seriously
I want someone to hold and never let go of,
I want someone who will be there
I want someone who will tell me everything will be okay
I want someone to hold my hand
I find myself surrounded by beautiful girls,
but they always seem to find happiness in somebody else
I’m great at reading the negative signs
I’m terrible at reading the positive ones
I always misinterpret friendship for attraction
or vice versa out of fear of rejection,
out of fear of being mistaken, yet again
I am always, just a friend
I am blessed with the best friends in the world
but, I fear, I might turn my back on them to some extent over a girl
I’m afraid my friends will disappear
finally realizing I’m not worth keeping
finally seeing what I see in myself
but, I hope and pray that they never do
Far too often I wonder
I wonder if I died, if anybody would really care?
I wonder if anybody would really miss me like they say they would were I not 
there?
I’m smarter than I’ll admit,
but I still fear I’m not smart enough
I’m afraid I’ll never reach my goals
I’m afraid I’ll never graduate from college,
become a doctor,
meet that one special girl,
and start a family of my own
I’m afraid to let myself down,
but I’m even more afraid of letting down others
I am a people pleaser,
but I’m not sure if I ever really please many people 
I like knowing what’s around the bend,
but I don’t enjoy monotony 
or spoiled endings
I enjoy having fun,
but I enjoy being serious
I’m easily amused
but I hate stupid things
I write best when I’m depressed,
but I hate feeling that way
Yet I love writing so much,
I just can’t win


Details | Classicism | |

Mistakes

Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.
Tac


Details | Alliteration | |

Bullying

Bullying

Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
 He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim

Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done

His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.

Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.

28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.


Details | Couplet | |

Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


Details | Sonnet | |

'Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death'

Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,--
devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
An outcast and a pariah among
the friended, I exist without the mirth
and glee of those born of happier worth,
esteem and prize,--O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
and most loved friends, my books, and by my God
and e'en by my most oft-read poetry.
These things I cherish, honor, and must laud
with gratitude and thanks religiously
and be content as worms in a blesséd sod.









Details | Lyric | |

Overcoming Struggle

Overlook a lifetime past
Remember how it did not last
Life changes quickly before your eyes.
This so called reality surrounded by lies.
A sad thought it may seem
I do not want to open  my eyes to another dream.
Real reality set in.
Lets look forward and begin
I am in this game of life to win.
I will not give up and lose.
I will stand tall
even though I am battered and bruised.


Details | Personification | |

This Day

This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
   Day  after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
   I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
   You come to me with words I have only  dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
    Never  have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
    True I have  waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
     There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything  I know giving it all that its worth .     
     To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
     So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me  and dying is all I can do.
     This a day I surely could do without.
TAC


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Journey to Make

How long do you wait with no journey to make?
Low sun dries the morning dew
alone on a platform you feel a dull ache
that tells you its long overdue
 
Autumn’s coming or is it the fall?
The leaves on the line make you wait
The phone’s in your hand but there’s no one to call
And tell them you’re going to be late
 
Malevolent images have messed with your mind  
Like a hard drive of short painful slides
But today you’ve chosen to leave them behind
On a journey that ends in suicide
 
The world doesn’t stop there’s no bolt from above
A lorry is emptying bins
Your mind can’t control all the things that you love
Your mind can’t absolve all you sins
 
You make the first move there’s no going back
You feel a sharp shift down below
There’s strong smell of oil and there’s **** on the track
And you stare into oncoming yellow...
 
Life goes on...
with a minor delay
as they bag up your things
as they wash you away
your actions made at least 55 late
let them wait
and call you inconsiderate
life goes on...


Details | Ballade | |

The fear of life

The fear of life.

For nine months in warm sweet world
I float there peacefully
Then cast into that birth canal
It kind of frightens me
I feel I’m suffocating
And I don’t know what it is
Too soon I enter crazy world
Far from the gardens bliss.

As light comes shining everywhere
The panic settles in
This world is filled with action
And so much awful din
I feel like I’m in trouble
Yet there’s naught that I can do
It seems this place is crazy
That I’ve been cast into.

Then as I grow from babyhood
And listen to the lies
That all these madmen tell me
Cause they’re not very wise
It seems that something’s wrong with me
My life it feels off key
So the only question on my mind
Is ‘What is wrong with me???’


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.







Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Rhyme | |

Forlorn

As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes, Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise. Quinquennium back I can clearly remember, The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember. My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves, The immensity of my drumming head, ever hopes it improves. Rise as I to the early morn’s sunshine, Try to smile and reminiscent, it’s surely futile to whine. And so I sooth my dreary mind, Impel the mind to elude dismal thoughts & unwind. Alas! I’m timorous, those dull & dismal thoughts befall, My mind ,now I know I need to overhaul. To edify my mind I have to seek, Muse must I, think ponder reflect every day of the week. Tall happy positive thoughts I must now contemplate, For these are those that will bring me peace and joy once they ruminate. When I close my eyes to tardy nites, Am gonna be happy at morn the thought itself excites. A long dark shadow of doubt it always looms, It’s foggy dawn and my dull thoughts they resume. From dawn to dusk I carry on a low, Pessimistic spirits, they make me slow. Explicit thoughts are sought desired, A sound body and mind are always admired. Forlorn, behold it in my mind’s eyes, Set tone the work ambience my passions cries, Throttled are my dreams, dismayed are my desire, And Brutus knife it’s uncouth edge stabs the back in holy attire. In a Quinquennium span, and time it ran, But my spirit at first light is like a weary man, Now I cognize to him his destiny a bloom, And to me my destiny untwined from his , so not to doom. Must alter my retort to suit me fine, And joyous days will transcend me to cloud nine. Aghast I am for I have lost, The crusade within me and am weary exhaust. Forlorn I am to the day’s time, Often mull are they my thoughts, that are all slime. Forlorn I am to the nite’s time, I know it’s time to clean up my heart’s grime. Forlorn it will be till I inversely think, From insanity, I’m now on its brink. Forlorn ,I want to say good bye, For many eons before I die.


Details | Ballad | |

SHIP OF SOULS

This dreamless sleep 
You are in so deep 
Inner space, 
free falling within 
Your place 

You travel so far 
but you go nowhere 
You must forgive me 
I am not in your space 
...........It is your race 
...........you see 


How can I explain 
what I feel 
When all I feel is pain 
I am not on an even keel 

This distance I must walk, 
for there is no time to talk 

The journey starts here, 
forget your fear 

I carry with me, 
the memories of the souls 
that I knew, 
that want to travel with me too 

This ship full of......... 
lost souls 
Trying to find their way, 
find their goals, 
keeping fear at bay 

This lonely ship, 
passing through............ 
Space 
So many souls, 
passing through 
Which one are you? 

Trying to find their way. 
Me too 
This limitless space 
Looking for your place 

Where is my way? 
Deep space 
Going far 
To distant star 
Another day 
Another place 

So far to go, 
but not far at all 
Nothing to fear, 
far, 
All is here 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


Details | Haiku | |

Strong Tears

Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Happy With the Life You Have


Are You Happy With the Life You Have?

Are you truly happy with the life you have?
Or have you been discouraged and sad?

Have the things in life brought you contentment?
Or are you one who’s often filled with resentment?

The feelings you have, and the ambitions inside…
Is there some trouble that you’re trying to hide?

Everything you have…  God has given to you!
His promises are true! 
And he’ll never fail you!

The happiness you may be seeking,
 you can find in him!
You can find peace,
 hope and satisfaction within!

Christ can bring a healing that you won’t find!
Won’t you give him a chance? 
 While there’s still time?

What profits a man if he gains the world,
 or loses his soul?
Jesus loves you so much!
  More than you’ll ever know!

The opportunity is here, for you to take!
Won’t you give God a chance?  For heaven’s sake?

By Jim Pemberton    10/14/13


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Villanelle | |

Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


Details | Ballade | |

Everything is you

Everything is you

There’s something I must tell you
Though you won’t like it much
Cause no one wants to hear the truth
It worries them a touch
Yet truth, it must be spoken
This be the only way
To live your life in harmony
And be here now, today

Each child will have a Teddy bear
To keep him company
Because he knows no better
His fears cause misery
When we grow up, it’s still the same
We have our Teddy bears
In beliefs, loves, and possessions
Our teddy bears are there.

But this is not the answer
It does no good at all
We all must learn to stand alone
It might seem kind of cruel
But we did enter world alone
And when we leave again
We also go all by ourselves
Nothing with us remains.

There’s only one real certainty
And that’s the fact of you
Just look within and you will see	
That this, it be so true
For in the end you’ll find this out
That you are everything
And oh such peace, and harmony
This truth to you will bring

22 March 2014 @ 1440hrs.


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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


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Confused

Confused

If there were thing's I couldn't understand,you was one of them.
Going back and forth with one another,like the wind and does in the howls 
of winter.You'd follow me to escape your own reality,only not knowing your shattering mine.You tell me to be me there was a time when I was me and you couldn't stand it like it was looking into the eye's of a demon.How should I respond? Running away only brings more then I can offer.
Now I'm drifting and everything left me,I'll suffer the venom of past and the reoccurring pains.
From the tell's of literature to the mounts of the great wars have I been able to tell just from their looks what they thought that very moment but as I look into your eye's does it not only confuse me it refuses to tell me the truth,why am I looking into my own eyes?
Let me touch your face.Let me look into your eye's.Let me see the truth which is clouded and locked away.Let me see your feelings fall from your eye's.
Burned. Chain. Shackled. Scared. Tortured. Entangled with lies.and yet harbors no hate toward anyone then yourself.How much do you loathe yourself? To the point your a sacrificial  offering of your own whim's?
As I search for the truth,I see the many heartbreaks and the lies been told to help but nothing prevails. Yet you look at me looking for the same thing.
We're both confused? We're both in agony? We're the same? 
This isn't right.This is a lie.I don't wish to see anymore.
I won't lose to this,nor bow down and be your toy.Yet when I'm close to you,it never cold.
Hold my hand as I fight with myself. Never mind hold me closer until neither of us is cold.Don't lie to me with those pleading eye's,that are like dark's as coal and beautiful as an onyx.
Let's be ourselves.Let's shut ourselves away from this world.Let's search for our own truth.But if there only fear in your mouth,then there's lies.I shall grab your heart and I will hold it like it was the last gem on earth.So scream,hate,and be gently.
I'm confused.Your confused.I will listen,if you will talk.
Have you ever heard these words before? I never have but I will say them to you,you who has the same pleading eye's as me.When we're so much alike yet so different to the point it confusing.


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Who I am Today

I got 2 memba who I once was, who I really am, what I really am, and who Im still yet TO BECOME. I got 2 memba where Im from 2 know how I got 2 where Im at 2 know where Im still GOING TO GO/ Despite bein a felon and convict and all the odds against me, I still got all the evens deep within me. Change is like a choice of contradicted concepts of my own convictions. My felonistic, forbidden, fatherless faith is not workin for me no more, actually it never did I just thought it did. I aint got 2 give it up or must give it up, or even have 2 give it up I first got 2 want 2 give it up. But I also must got 2 have 2 want 2 give it up within my own contradicted soul so that I may travel that road less traveled by my own people, not only where Im from but for all those trapped in this American inner racial mixed struggle where race and the color of YOUR SKIN DOES MATTER


Details | Sonnet | |

Valentine's need apply

I gave up on you years ago
Felt love in my life had to go
Felt free and strong without care
Never needing wanting another there

Life has changed so much since then
Looking inside I take to pen
Wonder have I grown up yet
To include something more than a pet

Another February comes to be
Alone again hello, just me 
Valentine's day it comes and goes
Will I again receive a rosé? 

Will this be the year I'm ready to see
If someone can share their life with me?


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Witnesses To Sinners



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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Resurrection

Secrets are not,
What they ought to be,
They often turn out,
For many to see,

When somewhere deep in the heart,
There is a lingering pain,
Yearning to express distant memories,
Yet need for constraint,

With the knowledge of Armageddon,
Approaching at hand,
Seek delivery from remorse,
Before the end, happen,

Desires to unwind history,
To all where it began,
Express, for relief from,
An unspoken apology, burden;

Expecting to lay in happiness,
When the dark shroud came,
And resurrect from sins,
Judgment and blame,

Yet completely unaware,
The good world’s forgiven,
Only fond remembrances retain,
In memory, “A jolly good person”…

World prays and wishes,
For the time that remains,
Will to re-live the good memories,
Forgetting the Pain.


Details | Ballade | |

Fear and emptiness

I read a poem about fear and emptiness this morning, and it made me write this poem. I hope it is of some help to someone, I speak about neurotic fears, not real ones.....Peter



Fear, and emptiness

Have you looked into your emptiness?
Have you looked into your fear?
Have felt those crazy demons 
As you feel them coming near?
Do you feel the wind of panic?
As they just keep pouring in
And the mind goes round in circles
Creating such a din.

Do you turn away and run?
Turn your back on them?
As the paranoid takes over
And you feel its awful pain
Well they are nothing really
Merely thoughts, and this be all
They have no real existence
They’re like shadows on the wall.

Next time these fears come calling
And they crash into your mind
Look at them right in the eye
Don’t fight them, just be kind
Then turn all your attention
To your body, or your breath
This will make your mind go calm
Your fear it will have left

And if the fear comes back again
Each time just do the same
Eventually it will stay away
You will have won the game
Then peace will come to stay with you
And such sweet harmony
Will make your life a heaven
All loose and fancy free.

21 April 2014 @ 1503hrs.





Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

Darkness

when you're fast asleep
and thoughts creep into your head
and flood your brain until it weeps
and your mind descends dark and deep
into a land of dead end worlds
where the only way out
is the way you came in
but the road is way too steep
and your feet are made of lead
and every smile is just pretend
and nothing is to be believed
and you're going off the deep end
bleeding rivers of hatred
into a pool of shallow deceit
where every thought is colored red
and every shade of black completes
every nightmare ever conceived
born of blood-stained dreams within dreams
where that person you used to be
is falling into skies of silent screams
and contemplating death
all the while wishing
to be alive again


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Draconian II

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

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

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

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


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She worries so much

She worry’s so much

She worries in case he’ll leave her
In her crazy kind of mind
Old memories they haunt her
And now they’ve made her blind
She does not see reality
She’s living in a dream
She’s built herself a nightmare
It’s just the way it seems.

She doesn’t see him laughing
And singing all the time
And how he is so loveable
And writes her lovely rhymes
How he cares so much when she is down
She never see those things
She sees the horror in her mind
That her thoughts so often bring.

When will she ever see him?
The way he really is
He’s wrote five thousand poems for her
All filled with loves sweet bliss
But is it not too late for her
When she lives back in the past
The damage done by foolish acts
It be so very vast

23 July 2013 @ 1250hrs






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'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming

Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming! Just when it seems like I’ve faced my darkest night… And things in life, aren’t turning out right… This is about the time, when things are falling apart! And I began to feel a lot of stress in my heart! I run to Jesus! I know that he wants to help me! He’s always here! And promises to never leave me! He sees me, and speaks words of comfort, to follow! He reminds me, that he’ll take care of today and tomorrow! He lets me know that he won’t let go of my hand! Everything I’m going through… He understands! He turns back all of the problems that are overwhelming! And I see what things my life, are becoming! I have fellowship with Jesus! Like I never had before! He’s given to me peace and hope! And much more! I’m glad I have such a wonderful friend like this! His love and joy… I don’t want to miss! Thank you Jesus! For turning my life around! And for plating my life on a solid ground! You’re all I want! And all that I’ve needed! With you as my Lord! My life has been completed! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballade | |

The Myth Of Shooting Stars

You say no one gets the beauty of fear
It's what reminds us how human we are
The subtle moment when all is so clear
That from birth to death, the journeys not far
The joy comes between the fire and the char
The instinct that pushes us all to fight
And not to wish for refuge from the scars
Because shooting stars are death in the night

You say no one wants their nightmares so near
Despite the God-given rush from the stars
That space between the madness and the tears
That echoing scream that thrills as it jars
Happiness is a cell; pain is the bars
Defeating fear is what puts us in flight
Hoping is a catch, and wishes will mar
Because shooting stars are death in the night

You say dread shapes us; it's how we cohere
It unites us all, from peasant to Czar
We all know terror: vague, blinding or sheer
We all fear what we think to be bizarre
We have all been frozen, stuck in the tar
Caught in place by the glory of our fright
Wishes fade like dieing strains from afar
Because shooting stars are death in the night

Dark time prince, with your ideals and guitar
Sing your baleful views, which are out of sight
Sing of your wishes that are not on par
Because shooting stars are death in the night


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Haikus About God: VI

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


Details | Ballad | |

Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamed

The dream I had was all in white
As pure as driven snow
And the whiteness of it all
Did bring me down quite low
There was something very scary there 
In the whiteness of it all
The sameness there in everything
Kind of drove me up the wall.

I looked into the neighbours yard
As the sun was shining bright
I heard an infant screaming loud
There bathed within the sunlight
Was parked a pram upon the lawn
Which glowed with mystery
My mother’s passion was aroused
I took a look to see

I peeped into that pure white pram 
A babe was lying there
All swaddled in a pure white shawl
Just white was everywhere
The whole wide world, Was beamed in light
It was a scary feel 
I found myself in corridors 
This place it seemed unreal.

Each corridor was long and winding
Like serpents, in my dream
And everywhere were locked, white rooms
This place to me it seemed
Like a hospital, insane asylum
Or something of this kind
I just ran round, and round, and round
With panic in my mind.

I could not find my room at all
And every one I asked
Just looked at me with blank expressions
It was a mammoth task
Trying to find where I was at
It almost drove me mad
And then I saw my. Daughter there
And boy! this made her glad.

She handed me the baby
And told me loudly “Take it”
And then I woke up from my sleep
It made me think a bit
As to what this dream was all about
It was the strangest dream
I’d love to get into my mind
And find out what it means.

28 July 2013 @ 1417hrs.


Serious.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fork In The Road

here i am at the fork in the road

the futures uncertain 

i feel so alone

i could go left 

i could go right

i'm on my own

no friend in sight

at the crossroads i must decide

must face the future

i cannot hide

looking back i can see

how on this road i came to be


Details | Blank verse | |

Every Veteran Is A Casualty

Every veteran is a casualty
Whether it’s in body, mind or spirit.
Because War is the worst obscenity,
Ruining both General and Private.
Until War becomes an anachronism, 
We’ll  feel  always threatened by:  anarchy,
Fundamentalism, imperialism,
Terrorism,  and social entropy.
So we fight because were patriotic,
Or to secure our standard of living.
Feeling traumatized and idiotic--
Since we survived, there is no forgiving.
We can’t escape our fear of “the others”
Until all men see themselves as brothers.


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Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Ballade | |

If I should die right now

If I should die right now

If I should die right now
I wouldn’t even stir
As death would take me by the hand
And make the mind a blur
All that is and ever was
Is in this moment ‘now’
Oh, what have I to grieve about
The force will live somehow.

When lost within this now
There’s nothing can be wrong
No matter what the circumstance
I’m me, And I belong
To everything and anything
There’s naught to fade away
Though I know not how to speak of this
I know not what to say.

If I should die right now
The mind would fill with fear
But somewhere there’s a truth in me
That makes it all so clear
Immortal is the core of me
I know it always will be
The one that cannot ever fade
I am this one 
I am me.


Details | Limerick | |

One Resolution

I had resolved one year,
To never again have a fear
But I feared sitting down,
So I walked all around
And that's how I ended up here.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Don't

zero is a number
one less than one
that makes it a number 
not negative one
zero is a number 
compleat in itself
zero is a goal
good for one's health

nothing is none
and empty is out
barren is imposible
yet silence can shout
gone is'nt absent
away is'nt naught
never implies zero
missing can be forgot

zero smoking, zero sex
zero taking chances on risky events
zero drinking, zero drugs
zero being responsible, zero falling in love
zero disease's, zero hurts
zero damaged reputations 
zero wounded hearts
maybe zero cancer, maybe zero arts
maybe zero errors, maybe zero plays
maybe zero hatred, maybe zero AIDS
zero negativity, zero enemies made


Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


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Love

Love breeds hate, we are her children,
lost and scared, blasé and meek.
We curse the ones who left us lonely
and blame the ones who made us weak.

Love will shove you to the ground,
on all your fours to crawl through dust.
You'll lift your head towards the sunrise
to catch some light but only just.

Love breeds fear, now watch me shiver:
too scared to open up the door,
in case in comes another stranger
to add more damage to the sore.

Love will leave you lying breathless,
your body scattered on the bed.
A hopeless pilgrim gone off radar,
still longing for the words she said.

Love will show you the error
of your pathetic little ways.
With every hand the stake gets higher
and in the end - the loser pays.

Love will never give you pity,
too many fallen, fools galore.
A lesson learnt, I should know better
but here I am, begging for more...


Details | I do not know? | |

Blast From the Past

I was with you until I was ten, then the Lord came and took your hand;
Goodbye was hard to say, I was so young when you went away.
Time went on, abuse and pain, all my sunshine turned to rain;
My father's house was dark and cold, loneliness consumed my soul.

Then one day as I walked home, someone whispered, "your not alone!"
I stopped to look about, nothing there so I went on.
Once at my door, fear gripped my heart;
I could see my step-mom was drinking, there was a darkness, coming, creeping!

I hurried past her to my room, she followed me with doom and gloom;
then I saw what was in her hand, my heart sank like shifting sand!
She held a gun close to her side, there was a gleam of glee deep in her eyes;
she lifted it up to my head, my eyes on hers in deep concern,I collapsed upon my bed.

There was no sound, no light, no shout, but I could feel angels of God all about;
My heart it trembled deep inside, as my fear turned to courage, I could not hide.
I sat and faced death that day, and Jesus held me all the way;
Soon she dropped the gun back down, she couldn't do it, and without a sound;

she turned and crept away!
I was twelve years old that day!


Details | Light Poetry | |

A night to forget

She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight


Details | Rhyme | |

The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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I Am Not a Victim


I had a dream the other night
Of  walking in a field of cornbread
Golden brown
Baked just right
One solid
Unbroken field

As I softly crunched my way
I looked up
Coming toward me
Was a line of tigers
With a man in the middle
No one was tethered
Just walking together
Enjoying the day

There was no fear
No predator
No prey

I woke up laughing
This was so silly!

I went to the Fair today
And during a break
I asked if anyone
Could interpret my dream

They came up with 
Corn bread = The South
And perfectly baked gold = Coming into riches;
Or at least, no money worries

The tigers = Strength; overcoming fears

Hunh!

As I thought about it,
I remembered a childhood dream/nightmare
When I went to bed angry
A big tiger showed up
I would point to everyone who had angered me
He looked at them and proceeded to eat them up
At the end,
With everyone dead,
He turned and looked at me
That’s when I woke up

And a true story (or from this side of dreaming):
A friend and I went to an outdoor zoo
Somewhere south of Kalamazoo
We stood on a wooden walkway
Looking at an open field through a thick glass window
In the stone wall
We spotted several tigers

Later, as I walked a trail to the next exhibit
I looked up to see a tiger
Strolling through the tall grasses toward me
A mere thin wire fence
Separated us

I gulped and walked steadily onward
As I left the area
I could feel his thoughts:
“Ha!  I freaked out another one!”
Tiger humor

As one grows and hopefully gains wisdom
One learns to handle fear
FDR stated during the Great Depression,
“The only thing we have to fear, is Fear itself”

Recently I’ve been angry
About my ex-husband’s condition
He is slowly and bumpily improving from a near fatal stroke
My/our son flew to help

And I’ve been without him since Spring

They are in the South
Corn bread was a staple in our family

Many things around the house have broken
And wait to be repaired by said son

He says that every time he thinks about returning home
His dad suffers a setback
After months of “I’ll be home in two weeks…”
I gave up
Got the garage door repaired
And am making do with things I cannot fix

The working garage door makes all the difference
I finally have access to rakes, the lawn mower
And snow shovels
The car has a safe haven from the weather
And I feel calm

Turns out I could afford the door
-  With only one person’s groceries
Money lasts longer than it did

God keeps telling  me that I will be OK
Financially and otherwise;
It’s up to me to lighten up
To let Fear walk away
Without licking another notch in his paw

I am not a victim


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Gratefulness

To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness
6-29-13


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PANTOPHOBIA

Where does anyone find
the strength to abate the
repercussions of self hate

How to discard of the 
garbage we hoard, 
archive or crate ..

Continual sleepless nights 
the demons with in us we
try to fight with eyelids so 
heavy and full of fright.. 
Eyes stay open weighing heavier
with hurt of existence broken
of all left unspoken.
 
What to do with the fear 
when it slowly eats at your
insides like cancer 
why do these questions still 
remain unanswered
how to find comfort in the many
cages of the unquiet mind

how to keep silent when
the heart screams out loud 
how to rise above the darkest 
clouds....

Everyday conscious of 
just one thing to whom 
can anyone like this joy bring..

fights and discord met us at
the door are we the real victims or
are we the core.

Misery is knowing the solution
is to go numb or a mouthful of 
mind altering drugs...
don't deal just medicate
when thoughts are not clear
try altering it's state.

Do we choose to disappear 
or better yet to kill the parts in 
us  that suffer or do we continue
unscathed ignoring the desperate
pleas of our brother.

Things we are forced to hide
is what eventually traps us 
inside; or is it shame, guilt,
or the lost of self pride....

Everyday we beat our 
heads against the rock hoping 
only to cease the pain and the
constant ticking of the broken clock...


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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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Storm of Fears

It's raining fears and my umbrella is weak...
I'm running so fast for cover I seek...
A few drops catch my shoulder as chills 
race down...
I brush them off as two more land without
a sound...
A tree I grab for a place to stay safe and
dry...
But the leaves are all gone as I look up and sigh...
Now fears pour down my body and off my chest they fall...
Then sun peaks through the clouds and my face
and soul feel the warmth...
It's just another day of getting through as life
serves yet another tested storm...


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Solar Love

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


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The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

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


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I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


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Caul Bearer

I am what you call a bearer of the "caul"
I was born with a veil that covered my face
It's supposed to be a sign of many things
For me this caul has given me the future 
It is not something I can control 
These things I see or feel
Sometimes they just overwhelm 
I'm brought down to my knees
It's when they're strong and frighten me
I don't know where to turn 
I know I'll sound quite insane if I share
The feelings of gloom that pain me so
But every now and then, I get a hint
From one close and dear,that shares the caul
Of something coming near 

We do not have to say or explain the feelings
In our heads
We know by now it's from the caul 
That wields and shares its doom
I never know exactly when or where
The tragedy will occur
Only feel the emotions that each event procures
It becomes a albatross I carry round my neck
This gift I was born with,Foresees fear and death
I wish I wasn't the one to carry this cross
It's knowledge is not of hope just misery and loss. 


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Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
Disappear!

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!


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Peace

How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern


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Vile Creature

You're a creature so vile.
At your mere sight
I have to choke back the bile.

I'm getting wise to your gimmick,
You're astride with every step of mine.
Everything I do you mimic;
You're nothing more then an idiot pantomime.

When my gaze catches yours
You look straight back.
It's that stare I abhor,
For the emotions it lacks.

Your stare is unflinching,
It burns to my core.
My nerves near panicking,
Filled with spectral horror.

Overwhelmed with paralyzing fear.
Reality seems so unclear.
Why are you only here
When I peer into a mirror?




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Over and Over Again

Over and Over Again…

Twisting and turning, the fire that’s burning
Keeps me writhing in pain
And all that I fear, is becoming so clear
Pouring like blood from a vein

Facing the truth, I can’t stop the abuse
I just don’t know where to turn
Do I bow down and hide, are the answers inside
To the questions and lessons unlearned

I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end…
Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…

From the time I awake, in the mirror I face
All of the wrongs that I’ve never made right
When I lay down to sleep, I’m searching for peace
But I can’t make it through the night

I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
How much more can I take, before I past the point and break
With no honor left to defend…

Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…

The darkness inside me, now circles around me
Given life, it is freed from the cage
Every light now gone black, I can’t see front to back
Have I run out of room on the page…
Every light now gone black and I am under attack
For my life, this is a war I must wage…

I rise and I fall, and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
But each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say, then it starts over and over again…


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SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


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


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


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


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


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


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


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Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Will I Be Tomorrow

Where Will I Be Tomorrow? Where will I be tomorrow? That’s my question! I continue traveling on… Seeking my life's "mission." There are many roads, and journeys to go on. I’m trying to find out, where I really belong. There are many choices of what to do and see… There's both good and bad waiting for me! But, there is a God who called out my name. When I heard his voice... To him, I came! He gave me a promise! A 100% guarantee! He promised to forgive my sins, that I may be free! I will spend today and tomorrow with him! I’m going to take time, and get to know him! I'm here today! I don't know what tomorrow will bring! But I can trust Jesus! To take care of everything! Where will I go? I know where I will be! Spending time with my Lord! For eternity! By Jim Pemberton


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Coming out of the shadows

When I was a young man
I spent nigh on a year
In an ugly, war torn country
That drove me close to tears
They sent me home before my time
For my health was down a tad
And my nerves were shot to pieces
Like I was going mad.

They said I had the symptoms of
That post traumatic stress
And so they put me on a pension
Oh I was in a mess!
Anger, stress, anxiety
And paranoid as well
Oh, I was in the darkest place
An awful place to dwell.

I tried so many things, did I
To try to cure this thing
Gurus, shrinks, and self help books
But none of this did bring
The sanity that I did need
I just got worse and worse
As I drove all my love ones out
Oh, I was so damned terse.

Then one day I found this pair
Whilst searching through the net
They taught me how to look at me
How lucky can one get?
The looking made my life so sweet
I’m now completely sane
Each day’s so pure and wonderful
I’m through with all the pain.

15 July 2013 @ 1340hrs.




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An unravelling of time

Time
Is a measure of existence
Where we all play our part
Looking back and looking forward
We live so much and imagine so much
Sketching life on our minds and our hearts
Sometimes we break 
And we think we are- Irreparable
But somehow -
We move through time 
Changing and shaping 
This way and that – from darkness to light
Shedding off the old 
Birthing the new into existence – we didn’t know was beyond-Times portals
Here we explore the supernatural world of promise- at the Kings command
We enjoy a Kingdom of priceless worth - it outshines times wrappings 
Time that is slowly unraveling
Being discarded on the pile -
Of a past life.

© Brenda V Northeast 30th August 2012


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Regaining power

Regaining Power.

He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds
And he doesn’t even notice passing strangers
He’s been here ‘bout a thousand years forever all alone
And he’s always looking out for passing danger.

Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory
As the child calls out in panic “I am here
They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower
And all around I’ve built a wall of fear

But it’s his pain it is his game
As he prowls around his cage
He lives in vain, is he insane?
And fear ignites his rage.

The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire
The little boy he must regain his power
And tell the world “I’m here, I’m here” and feed the burning fire
It would take this much to open up his flower.


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Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


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Listen

Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.


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Spiritual Edification of Humanity

You are embarking upon the journey of 1000 lifetimes…
Inner stirrings are the awakening to soul’s feelings…
Evolving into the highest level of being…
You are not becoming something…
Merely remembering that it is you; present within the atomic structure…

Release grasps of identity and fear allowing Auric healing…
Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity…
Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity…
Summoning soul guides; invoking dharma communion…
Connected to mother from my root chord below sacred this linear union…  
Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light…
Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…


Existence is continual; just as perpetual motion…
Significance within decisions unto what this powerful mind envisions…
Walking hand in hand as one; grandest loving you smiles into the angst filled eyes…
Of the you walking alone blinded by believing fear based lies…
Reaching out to yourself in compassion, love and presence to take immediate action…
Heal this part of you learn to live from soul’s love of passion…

Conflict and confrontation on the earth stage…
Splitting us apart using fear with rage…
The confusion wedge of existence; separation illusion…
Outdated is its intention; now divine is the intervention…
Empowering one, then to another choosing the path absent of force…
Here now to feed observation of creative knowing back to divinity…
Allowing the god field of potentiality to know itself as we know ourselves…
To be itself manifested through all of life…
For within entanglement of electromagnetic fields; one Family of source…


Knowing our real identity; spirit co-creators…
Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity…
Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity…
Opening to the heart; invoking dharma communion…
Connected to mother from my elemental construction releasing energy obstruction…  
Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light…
Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…


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The Fear

The Aphotic rays reach higher
And shame, shade reigns over all
Lacuna, Apathy is all I feel as I fall into the ashed grave
I'm living, the slowest way to die
Elysia, rapture where are you now

What will I do when the flame is extinguished 
What will I do when I drown in ash
What will I do when they sing my name in funeral dirges 
How can this be all, one short organic vitality
Scares to die, but afraid of a new day

Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day
Will I Ressructe to Paradise, burn in Hell, or lay in Sheol
Is this a there is, one feather, to the dirge
My life so long - my suffering grows
Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day

In all of the ashes, a flame begins
Once again, here I am
Living, the slowest way to die


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These Walls I Built

Stuck in the prison of my own life,
I dodge behind these walls I built.
And inside is a demon covered in guilt
And shame so thick you can't see his eyes.
God, please help me to see
No matter what, You will always love and be with me.
Thank You Father for everything.
In Jesus' Name,
We pray.
Amen.


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Just the beginning

Regret… My reply to "HE"; a poem written for me by SOS!

Where to begin… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I enjoyed you immensely even back then You meant more to me than just a friend The closer we became The more I felt it would end… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We always had fun Never thought about the long run No commitments to each other Yet we were more than friends... We were lovers… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Too good to be true... Just look at the clues Remember "no expectations" Remember we are "just cool" Remember these were our rules... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We both had issues and I didn’t think twice I was soft and gentle offering wisdom, experience, and advice Personal experience reminded me of the pains in your life I knew something was wrong... I felt something was just not right... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ But we had nothing to lose No future in sight How I wish you trusted me I needed you to shed some light… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What were you feeling How were you dealing That your heart needed healing Revealed what you were concealing… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Left to answer these questions on my own Left in the dark all alone Left with the door cracked in “Danger Zone” Left with fear of the unknown... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FEAR TOOK MY HAND AND LEAD ME TO ROAM... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’d been hurt just a short time before My heart was hiding behind steel doors Somehow you cracked it and let fear in Fear is powerful and fear did win... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THANKFULLY THIS WAS JUST THE BEGINNING... THIS WAS NOT OUR END... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Only time will tell if our wounds are healed Little by little we break the seal's of fear Little by little we open up and reveal What’s in our hearts and what we truly feel… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We have learned from the mistakes of our past Taken a new direction; created a new path Neither one of us is hiding behind a mask This time will be better... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THIS TIME I HOPE IT WILL LAST... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lay


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Demon Whispers


Brains excreting pictures
dreams
stories

"Chia Pet Poets" 
exploring emotional trade winds
escaping reality 
for SIX minutes
returning
for seconds
entranced 
for SIX hours
thunder
from fingers
for days
therapy
for nights
grins hidden deep 
beneath booger eyelids
crusted
wipe clean morning's green sleep 
disappearing dried dreams
wetting the head 
in bed 
freeing sick insecurities 
exiled 
for years
horror flicks 
on repeat 
since haunted childhood
frozen within vaults 
SIX feet thick 
sledgehammer 
wrecking ball rehabilitation 
cannot promise demolition 
for good...
diffusing demon whispers


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Fearless Journey

I’ve been following this dark shadow that looms over head
Dreaming of my dreams, afraid of living them instead

As the world keeps moving forward and I just watch from behind this wall
I grow tired of crossing my fingers and hoping someday that it might fall

I climb to the top and look to the deep sea below
I wonder if I can make it as far as the blue water flows

I hang on the edge gripping with bloody finger tips
And I close my eyes tightly as the blood slowly drips

The pain from the past can hold me here in this place
or I can let the current  move me forward with peace to replace

They say the only thing to fear is fear itself 
So why not take these dreams off this perpetual shelf?

I watch my life flash as I dare to take the plunge down
and take a deep breath saving air in case I drown

But as I hit the water I feel exhilaration through my soul
and somehow now I know, fear will never win control

I vow to live this life and chase my dreams across the sky
and live forever moving forward and never asking why

These walls I’ve let crumble are now just pebbles made of stone
and fear no longer a passenger on  this journey of my own








Details | Lanterne | |

300 Lanterns

light God's fight judge's plight rivals took flight light


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Crown of Thorns

Crown of Thorns
A trace of thorns you are on my body, I am an eternal traveller, never stopping. You are the bitter predicament of my comfort, Traces of sensual pleasures - The mist of a veil is my constant reminder. You wound the stubble of my heartly thorns, I stand alone on the dusty conflagration Gazing towards an endless void, I am bridled with the burning pain of the thorns... My gaze tirelessly roves, Prickly are the thorns, With malediction entwined... I am drowning in a sweaty torrent, I am plunging into thorny depths, bloody and overworked from the struggle, I yield myself to the decision of fate.


Details | Lay | |

Plight Or Divined Flight

This is confusion at its best
One's will has been put to the test
This concerns the crossing of line
Events all do play out just fine
Consider this before you whisk
The reward is more than the risk
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
The condition of heart and mind 
They really put us in a bind
Yes, true life is all about change
Though we try not to rearrange
Sometimes we try do what is right
Knowing it is well beyond sight
Whenever you feel the wind blow
Try to understand this and know
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
Baby eagle steps off the cliff
Spread your wings sweet baby for lift
Soar the heavens way up above
Along side his heavenly dove
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
Remember the climb of trunk slow
For those of you whom in the know
Again the spreading of wings
Sailing upon wind as though sings
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken


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unfinished


i’m lost.

wandering my mind, hollow now.

secrets tucked in the seams, invisible to passer-bys.

each step leaves an imprint behind,

dust settling into the crevices left by my toes.

the world empty,

immune to stolen glances between souls and half-hearted exchanges.

peace swept away,

pushed to the side by an old broom of straw and wood.

oxygen dissipates,

I try hard,

harder to breathe.

but all that is left to soothe my lungs

is the empty, grey air,

void of the warmth of shared space
.

sometimes I sneak away

to send a fluid rush to my veins,

entrancing my mind in a fictional fantasy.

alone, I bathe in my secrecy,

cleansing my skin with vibrant truths.


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Suicidal Voodoo

Chase the voodoo to sleep. sleepless freaks i see in the silver screens blocking the vision of me. there's no choice but to eliminate hate inundating the mind. please mute the voices haunting the airwaves making me blind. the big bad budding burden flashing red lights at every intersection. stealing away the insight i try to gain by using time for reflection.

It's a mess the way i test myself with deranged prophecies and bleak scenarios. replaying horror flicks in my head. blasting screams in stereo. all too often the worm hole shoots me to a mid evil castle of torturous devices. impaled in dreams that seem to be broadcasting punishment for succumbing to the world's entice and vices. but other times i fall victim to a good old fashioned "day-mare". people notice the self conversations and can't help but laugh and stare. I must say it's becoming difficult to blame them. if i can't learn to shake this voodoo, it's true my future's looking grim.

What do I do? they're gonna end up arresting me! Toss my ass in a padded room and throw away the key! and get this...as i worry about getting sent away, the paranoia increases inside my head. i reach for medication increasing odds of ending up prematurely dead. I may be crazy, but don't take me for an idiot fool. and don't haze me about where my faith is, cus' this could just as soon be you. and i've learned enough to know that each and every one of us will die. and you may take me as insane, but me not taking my own life's got nothing to do with having a fear to fry. 

This is exactly why i choose to write as my mind fills up with crazy thoughts and throws fits. it's a therapy for me to try and work out all the kinks that make me sink, instead of cowardly throwin' in the towel n' calling it quits.


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Inner Gehenna

Over The Past Years I have Become Increasingly Obsessed
By The Fear That Surrounds Growing Older Alone.

However, My Constant Instability, Combined With Intuitive
Intellect, Have Shown Me That To Be Utterly Knowledgeable.

                                 - You Have To Experience Fear -
                                          - And Nourish it -

Where I would Usually Indulge Myself in Repulsing Even The
Slightest Idea of being in Isolation, Maybe it's Become Necessity.

Hell, Maybe I'll Kill Myself Just To See if I've Got The
Necessary Testicular Fortitude To Embrace The Everblack

                                 - There's So Much New Misery Around -
                                        -Mine is Becoming Obsolete -

Nothing Hurts More Than a Summer Spent Fitting Sanity
Back Together Like a Child Attempting a 10,000 Piece Jigsaw.

However it's refreshing to be able to Feel to such a depth
That the eyes become Wet, Narrowed and Bloodshot.

                                 - The Realisation That Pride and Masculinity -
                                       - Is Just Another Product of Society -

Hopelessly Built Upon Thousands of Years of Irrelevant
Hierarchies, Throwing us Back into a Feudal Cage.

We are The Omnipotence. We, The Human. Not Some
Dreamt Up Creator Who Disguises Fear as Faith.

                                 - Maybe This is Hell -
                         - And We're All Burning Together -       










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Cure Mine of The Dark

You’ll write a beautiful melody,
If it’s truly from the heart.
So first I’ll find the remedy,
To cure mine of the dark.
But holy light and blind eyes,
Are keeping me apart,
From the answers, to the questions,
that are making things so hard.

Find me a sin,
You think that I wouldn’t commit.
And use it to begin,
To make me laugh again. 
Find me a loose end,
I don’t know how to tie.
Sometimes I wish for the truth,
But all I get are lies. 

I don’t need the good life,
I just want a sliver.
You say always go for gold but I,
I’m fine with a lining that’s silver.
I can live with a just a hand to hold,
But who could love a sinner?
Maybe I can hide inside the dark,
So turn the lights down dimmer. 

I said find me a sin,
You think that I wouldn’t commit.
And use it to begin,
To make me laugh again. 
Find me a loose end,
I don’t know how to tie.
Sometimes I wish for the truth,
But all I get are lies. 


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Tribute to two wonderful people

My tribute to two wonderful guys

I know I’ve said it all before
But I must tell you again
About a man called John Sherman
Maybe I write in vain
But I must tell the world about
The two guys in my life
Who I’ll put on a pedestal
John and his lovely wife

He don’t come from religion
Nor any beliefs at all
He’s more like a Psychologist
His approach is wonderful
To don’t claim to be a Guru
He’s just a humble man
Yet he will do most anything
To help you if he can.

Once I suffered oh, so much
With anxiety and fear
I hated me, the whole damned world
My head was never clear
My wife was set to leave me
My kids thought me so low
All because of a foolish war
So lonely I did grow.

Then John he showed me just one act
And said ‘That’s it, that’s all!’
And I just listened to the man
Though I am not a fool
And now It’s four years later
And my heart is filled with bliss
There’s nothing could destroy it
That’s just the way it is.

No more the fear of life is here
No more the fear of death
No more that awful greyness
No more I feel bereft
Every day to me right now
Is another brand new day
As life becomes more beautiful
In every kind of way.



I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter


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Xanax and Silver

cross hangs down, silver hits the desk as i inhale. i try so hard to be good but this feels better.
the relaxing god, the fanatic inside the savior inside who helps me through these sweaty nights.
serenity is soothed in silver. and its 1+1+2+2+1 and the lights are burning my face.
ive got a new dress. i dont wanna burn it up, stay awake.
little rituals. little ways and parts and places. the real world is approaching fast,
i wanna stay here in this bubble, i wanna live where no one will ever hurt me again.
only so much powder and the pain is not in your reach.
teeth hurt but the clenching ended days ago.
i beg for sweet sleep, but to not dream of vows and coins and promises.
the commandments make me itch and your prayers are like angel dust.
i beg for sweet sleep, not the hard plastic chairs and the counting of days and the very special anniversaries, you all are stunning hipocrites.
so i bend again to the table. and i scratch and i bleed.
and i make it perfect for my eyes.
and i let the silver swing down to the wood and the clank it makes.... makes me feel like i am home again.
and the radio doesnt matter anymore and the lies are all gone and i sink back into a very real reality.


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Killing Me Softly

I saw her walking past me as if gliding in a mystic air of illusion, stealing my senses
like a thief in the night… reason I beg you, leave me not please!
Unlike my words, her body was properly structured in a magnitude of fluorescence,
I was afraid to approach her because of fear of getting burned, as she ravishingly
radiated heat in degrees beyond my years of studying, a diploma couldn’t have given me the
honours to become a master at this game called… love… is love just a game?
If so then playing it with her I’m sure to lose coz you see, she has mastered the game 
If I hadn’t met her I would have wished for things to stay the same.
But the only thing at stake is my heart. 
From her I should be getting further apart,

I gazed at her not saying a word; our eyes meet and lock,
But I still find myself unable to talk.
Could this be love at first sight or is this just another infatuation?
Feelings of lust developing within me, but how do I tell that we share the same chemistry?
Fear in my mind was inspired by fear of rejection
Words of how I truly feel about her lacks projection.
I desperately need time to adjust to the situation,
To help me deal with this untimely infatuation,
Which came too soon…

Soon, as I stare up to the moon, I realise that I’m just a fool,
No need to play it cool, wasted chances with her got me in a foul mood.
Depression settles in worse than a salted wound,
In solitary, my room provides such a comfy atmosphere
But thoughts of her bring memories and the experience is like rain under the bridge.
Contemplating a second chance is irrelevant,
Will I ever see her again? – Insignificant.

I no longer make sense because she stole my senses, 
leaving me feeling senseless.
I had walked away like a coward, now I’m wondering at what might have been.
Even though I put up a happy face and pretend that everything’s okay,
For lacking courage to stand my ground, this is the price I pay.
Indeed it turned out to be very costly,
And in truth she was killing me softly.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Ruthless Deceptions

Lies
told
to self.
In spite of 
one’s own inner voice
you deceive more than just one’s self.
Creating doubt in Ye making some become lost souls.
Always is the enemy on the hunt destroying life within creates in you sin


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On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


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An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


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Binge and Purge

Musta lost five pounds today
hunger hurts
but I suffer anyway
stomach shrinks 
along with guilt
hope this improves 
the way I'm built


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Stranger

The flash of fear I feel
at passing darkened windows
or dim-lit mirrors
comes when I observe, reflected,
a stranger in my clothes
(or skin) and think:
is this the me
that other people see?
This ghostly image
that I know cannot be me?
Though its actions correspond
to those I take
in shaving, bathing,
wielding cans of aerosol,
surely I would recognize
this jaded, aging,
desensitized distraction
that the world
mistakes
for me.


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Let Go

I almost forgot to look up today,
And see the setting sun throw stripes across the sky,
My mind was clouded with worries from work,
Thoughts bouncing and replaying around an exhausted head,
A whirl, a tired mess, 
No room even for the music of my car radio,
I had to switch it off,
A head that was too full, 
Grinding teeth and drooping eyes my reward for the day.

Then my eyes caught sight of the trees gently dancing in the wind, 
A small, wooden bird house nestling in a garden,
The jagged shapes of the waves on the lake I drive past,
The ancient ruins of the castle on the hill,
Life has gone on outside my day at work,
And my day could have been more beautiful than I ever imagined.

When I went to the funeral today,
I pondered the life that was lost,
I questioned my own mortality,
No matter what a life looks like,
That funeral is what it ends in,
A beer in a shabby Working Men’s Club and a stale sausage roll.

So do I want to miss the stripy skies or go a day without feeling the wind on my cheeks?
No.
For one day it may all be far from me, 
I may be absent and lost, 
And I don’t know where my soul will lie, 
Or what it will have missed.

One thing I have learned today,
Is that if I can learn to let go,
I will learn to live fuller and longer. 


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


Details | Ballade | |

Vets story

Vietnam Vets Story

Have you heard the story
Of those bold courageous men
Who served their country tall and proud
As they fought in Vietnam.
They done their country proud and all
And showed how soldiers fought
But now their lives aren’t worth a damns 
Their nerves all tense and taut.

They sprayed their poisons on trees
Endangered all these men
And fed them drugs not tested yet
They didn’t care back then!
They wanted just to win a war
A war pointless and mad
And many now do suffer so
Their lives all sour and sad.

And now these men just live their lives
All down with no self value
{Their bodies torn their minds all twisted
Marriages broken too!}
They have to fight with all their might
To get fair compensation!!!!
What price to risk one’s soul and life
In defence of one‘s good nation.


Details | Free verse | |

Silent

There was something to be said.
From your mind I could detect the words, the actions and primitive desire to unite.
You sailed off, up hill on your bicycle.
It could be one-sided these ideas. 
I could see your life as I saw my own past,
as you soared off, up hill, I waited for your turn and a glance.
I felt it best to relax and keep my mind silent.
I had showcased my passion, a dangerous process, what were you eye's saying?
You grasped the handlebars, looked through me and awoken my instincts.
You were a girl, a women, who allowed me for one night to drop my guard.
As you sailed off, up hill on your bicycle.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

sober

                                            s o b e r...
The fuse burns the skin; 'till years disappear in the sear. Those scars allow us to be who we are - - - urging us to bleed truth- - -  so we can speed through the blues----- fueling us with the go, the giddy up to show, with each blow we grow,---and we Leggo our Ego -------just so the doubters we encounter shout louder and louder--- tho' they ain't got a clue as to who... or what we're about, or the journey of pain ballooning our veins with insane clout-------- and we wish upon a trouble free time to be near, yet it's far...- - - like the stars in the sky----...---sobering the view...while we drink the abuse------Still, the lit fuse burns the years till our fears cry.-____so hopefully, we learn from the scars when our tears dry.


Details | Free verse | |

death

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

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

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


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Under

He crouched among the ‘noble’ men Of so much worth they were much to him As seas carry creatures, he carries hope within How much longer must he wait for them, then- To let him in? A beam of a smile appeared on his face They spoke of beautiful women, in dance and grace Their laughter fed his soul like water quenching fire His confidence low, yet high his most wanted Desire The chatter was of an upcoming banquet With well-dressed lovelies, their speech eloquent Hearts swollen with wine and merriment He longed to live among them With resentment Eyes never glanced his way, he hoped to find A gleam coming to meet him eye to eye And as they spoke with anxious humor, There came over the youth a sudden Tremor He was ready to make himself known In beggar’s clothes he would have shown That he can speak as eloquent as any And that the smallest bodies of waters Are plenty The ‘noble’ men continued their vibrant chat Without a thought of the boy, not e’en a glance When suddenly the youth sprung up, ignited “My friends, I too—I too Am excited!” There was a pause in the chilly air Some men laughed but the host merely stared The beggar man smiled and bowed so nobly They would have never suspected a man of his tongue As lowly The smile disappeared as they continued to jeer And the boy was overtaken with inferior fear At last the host said, “Good man, I am glad you are excited, But do tell me—er...were you ever Invited?” His head went down the kindhearted floor He could not take the unfeeling eyes on him anymore Pained to the marrow of his bones, he shook his head He was never invited, he was never Well fed He ran away with tears in his youthful eyes It is sad how quickly one’s hope can die And all that night no hope remained but hunger, Leaving him driven to survive, not above But under


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For the Dying Orphan

I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky “It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…”


Details | Free verse | |

Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


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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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Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


Details | Free verse | |

Rip

Severing the attachment, 
Desperate to liberate myself from self imprisonment,

Each Separation ensuing with agony,
Feeling as my own worst enemy,

Further and further I tear,
Seeking the long sought relief but it becomes to much to bear,

Allowing the mold to feel anew, 
Leaving me in a state of subdue,

Almost craving the need to illustrate  some emotion


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A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.


Details | Etheree | |

I Want My Face

I
can not
comprehend,
who is this girl?
Why is she looking
back at me? Why is she
here? She moves and sounds like me;
but this is not me. I want me
back. My face is the only thing that
can give me sanity and peaceful calm.


Details | Free verse | |

We are the monsters

Innocence
Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded 
Heartfelt
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness 
No such things as monsters

Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters

Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness

Turn on the lights
Turn on the lights
Haunting nightmares

I looked under my bed 
There was a monster
Staring right back at me
I jumped on my bed
Below my covers
I was scared as can be
Shaking at the image of what I have become
There's a monster in my bedroom
Yet I'm all alone

What is happening?
Life is changing
Life is changing
 
We are the monsters
We are the monsters
 
There was a mirror underneath my bed
Your eyes can't deny your reflection, it replays in your head
When we all grow up we become the monsters underneath our bed
 
Don't be scared
Don't be scared
 
We are the monsters
We are the monsters

We all grow up to be monsters in the end.


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The Evil Elixir

He's up in the morning at 7 a.m.
Black coffee and paper. Toast and jam
His hair is perfection. His tie is secure
He's ready to take on the day

From home to the office, a 90 minute trip
Dumbass drivers and cell phone quips
Thoughts for the job that race through his head
To help earn himself better pay

A tiger by nine, he's doing just fine
Then noon brings a lunch that's followed by wine
From one until five he then starts to morph
When it's off to the bar for some more

A couple of shots with a beer back to boot
Three hours later he's got a full snoot
An illegal drive from the bar to his home
Now he can really tie one on

The morning sun shines on the man he should be
The evening brings a change by degree
The evil elixir turns man to a monster
With all sense of sanity gone


Rockman


For the "Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde" contest by Yasmin Khan

7th place winner.


Details | Tanka | |

the holy see

The Holy See 

Pope Benedict
Hands in his purple dress 
Fed up and tired 
Wonder if God in heaven 
Has not gone and retired too




Prejudices
Who will stand up
And defend the Christians 
A vanishing group 
In the sea of intolerant Islam 
Cowardly is our silence 


Details | Free verse | |

Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.


Details | Free verse | |

Yellow truth

Those men like calluses put a yellow tape:
"Do not pass!", and start sawing the iron.
And the iron cries.
I stay suspended as a bubble
and tremble. It is time for me to learn the truth:
I know how to fly - or I know how to become a callus 
waiting for those men to build 
some new stairs.  


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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new begining

 
Jan2012
By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN)
I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers In A Cursing Wind

Whispers in a cursing wind
Anger in stormy skies
Rain falling like mournful tears
Fear in the heart
Panic and torment
in the mind.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


Details | Haiku | |

LIES WITH IN

                                              deep dark night
                                        walking lonely through
                                             ghosts wakes in

                                                 frightening 
                                          silent strange noises
                                                 lies with in







For contest in Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


Details | Lyric | |

Thoughts That Think

Was thinking long and hard about giving up writing.
Convinced myself that I'm a quitter and there's no sense in fighting
To keep the only thing that kept me far from the edge
But I can't pretend.
Pretend that it isn't my Fortress of Solitude 
That's honoured me with solemn servitude.
That it hasn't helped put me to rest, thought and mind,
By accepting the past on paper and keeping it close behind. 

I was thinking logically and analytically 
Because it seems to be the only thing I'm good at. 
Thinking about everything I've seen and everyone I've fought to keep,
They're all gone now, only to be found in memories. 
They say Poets and Artists are the architects of Heaven
And only they know it's the hardest when no one buys what they're selling. 
No one wants to listen and no one wants to see 
Because everyone's so sure of what you're supposed to be. 

But what are you supposed to do when you've dedicated your life to understanding?
When you can empathize with your brother, but your own sight you can't stand it. 
When you feel that there's a missing piece and so the wholes hurting.
Swim out long past the reef and any safety that you keep to do some soul searching.
Days and months fighting fears, love and tears, digging the hard soil.
Only to find that missing piece you desperately seek is hidden deep beneath. 
When you've found the straw that broke the Camels back
Only to find there's a million more underneath.

What are you supposed to do when you follow the chains
Long past the plains in hopes to break the link.
Kill the ties that bind and have held you for so long,
Only to find there is no ball, you were free all along.
And in your days of darkness with no life to sip or sup
All the hands around your back were never meant to keep you up
And all of those who have kept you down will fight to keep you dancing to their beat.
Any impenetrable man once stabbed in the heart, will crumble with defeat.


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The Precious One

Abort is not the key
It will have you feeling less
Nothing but pain and regrets
Abort is not the key
She or He is apart of you
Forget the other half
As they get older you will have the last laugh
Children bring nothing but blessings if you do right by them
Forget him
You will succeed
It's your body and your seed
Abort is not the key


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Worlds Apart

Worlds Apart…

The words are in my head, but I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, we’re worlds apart…

So many years of love between us
So many days of joy we’ve shared
So many countless nights of passion
And now we feel the wear and tear
Can’t see through the wall between us
Can’t live through the endless fight
Can’t survive the pain or pressure
Close our eyes to the blinding light

The words are in my head, but still I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, because we’re worlds apart…

Seen through your eyes or through mine
I believe the picture looks the same
The truth is all wrapped up in lies
And neither of us can hide the shame
Not one of us better than the other
We both can read between the lines
With each day it grows much clearer
We both have seen the warning signs

The words are all within my head, but some things I just won’t say
And I don’t know where to start, we are worlds apart…

Another night of useless struggle 
As you now dream asleep at rest
And tomorrow come the morning
I will arise to another breath
And as another day of endless longing 
Begins to come alive in me
Still another part now weeping
Will fail to open its eyes and see

The words are all within my head, but I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, we are worlds apart…


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Who am I

The pen on this paper will not tell you who I am.
I stand quietly, I do not show the person I truely am.
A smile, A laugh, and A grin.
I will forever pretend.
Strong on the surface,
Confident as if I know my purpose
Wise and willing to understand
Always forgiving and open to lend a hand.
Is this the person I am?
A quiet little girl, scared and insecure
Lonely and unsure.
Seeking happieness on foreign land.
Is this the person I am?
Perhaps this question still remains unanswered
Until I take a stand.


Details | Couplet | |

Chosen

I do not want to go through this
It is like walking in the icy rain

I am staring in the sun without sunglasses
Something to deviate from my pain

Ivy continues to grow on my house
While I just sit and watch

It is starting to take over
And, no one hears my screams

Sleep is my rescue
Night is my reprieve

This is my life chosen now
But, how did I get here?

Better yet, who will set me free?



Holly P. Moore
October 2012


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Lunar Love

Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game


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Hateful Words

                                                  HATEFUL WORDS

Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you’re spewing them out to?

If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life.  Is that what you really want to do?

It may seem like innocent fun when you’re bullying other kids.  It’s not!  If you keep doing it, your life’s going to be nothing but a gigantic flop.

If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop!

I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react.

I would say hateful words to their face.  I would say them behind their back.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me.

I didn’t like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be.

So, I immediately stopped using hateful words.  I’m so glad I did.

No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid.

	   Al Johnson


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian I

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

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

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Twilight's Decent

In twilight's decent to madness the shadow of death dwells after the clock rings out the last chime of twelve destiny has taken everything quite well no more sounds will be heard from small beds fate has cast it's shadow upon the last one's head the silence is loud enough to make one deaf but it is the last one left standing who longs for death


Details | Lyric | |

All on Me

All on Me…

I can’t help but feel the strain
Of the weight of a world I created
Can’t mistake my inner faults and guilt
That I have fallen way too short
No serenade can I sing to you
And of that I am ashamed
No resolution and no compromise on the position I am in
No other answer to the question than to turn and look at me
Point the finger in my direction because in the end it is all on me…

Can I right the wrongs that I’ve done each day
Can two wrongs make a right of me
Can I face the failures of my past
Or of this day right here and now?
If the mirror reflects the shadow or the light
And if I’ll remain a part of the picture, we’ll see
I am short on definition
But long on words that paint the picture
Feeling like I can’t move from day to day…

I believe I must align my heart and mind as one
My body and soul right behind
They must follow suit, they must fall into line
It may be my last chance at life…and it is high time we stood to live!

No resolution and no compromise, I cannot sacrifice our needs
In the end it is all on me
No other answer to the question than to turn and look at me
Point the finger in my direction because in the end it is all on me…
I have to ask, for how long will you believe in this dream??
Because in the end, I want it all to fall on me…



Details | Narrative | |

LOATHSOME AGE OF GREED

If I had lived yesterday
in that chaotic world echoing
of Gatling guns shots and canon blasts,
I would have made a difference:
hate and prejudice would have not prevailed,
and power wouldn't have been abused;
from History's records, we know that even 
when Jesus lived it wasn't that peaceful!
During the American Civil war,
Northerners fought Southerners...
did they hear Scarlet's desperation,
or the moaning of her loss as war went on?
And for sometime, it had become
a modus vivendi she couldn't change.
Let's return to the stark reality of the present:
have we noted some drastic changes
in Government and social behavior?
Yes, it has given us more liberty,
but another war has shattered many hopes
of ever seeing peace as blood continues to be shed...
while nations arm themselves to their teeth!
How can we welcome those winds of change and feel safe,
if we tell our children that danger still exists?
And has society been kinder and more caring?
Obscenity, teen sex, violence, greed, vulgarity
and exploited sexuality are being condoned by many;
we wouldn't be that cool if we didn't use obscene words,
and worst of all, we are called hermits or asexual
if we abstain from sex to prevent those sexual diseases!
Is this rebellion, or a trend of the new generation?
Having unprotected sex, making babies, 
laying the burden on their Government that's fighting
a terrorist war? Do we seen any future
for these lost kids who imitate the habits of their parents?
Blame them? Ah! Lots of things would be changed,
if they turned to God and ask for His guidance!
And to end my visceral narrative, I shamefully confess, 
" I hate to live in this loathsome age of greed!"


Details | Verse | |

rogue nightmares

I am the lion of the serengeti 
the lion who circles the boma 
listening for the yelp of the hyenna 
watching the buzzards drop from the sky 
I am the lion because the wild is my father 
and nature is my mother and the instinctive killing nature runs in my blood 
I am the eater of death the carrion carrier of the dead 
I help the cycle of life complete its revolution 
I am the lion because unity says I am 

I am the lion the ghost and the darkness I cricle the villages listening for the faint cries of infants the smell of flesh excites my senses 
I am the image projected through your nightmares 
the fangs the claws the devilish piercing eyes reflecting back at you with no sense of mercy just a lust for hunger I am the lion because the law of the universe says i am 

I am the great white shark who swims 50 feet per second no man can out swim me 
I am the great white who can detect the faintest drop of blood miles away 
whos eyes  are darker than any abyss or the deepest point of any ocean 

the emptiness of my eyes strike the universal fear into the hearts of all who encounter my presence. 
I am the great white whos teeth out number the generations of your family 
whos teeth are as sharp as a seraded edge knife who leave mangled body parts floating
as nothing more than mere debris in my domain. 
the domain of my ancestor the leviathan 
I  am the great white who resides in my mothers womb forever 
I am the great white who no man can tame for the law of the universe and the spirit of my ancestors will not allow man to cage me but to put forth fear into the hearts of men  and cage and bind the imaginations of men 
I am the great white a solitary creature of the deep to cross me is to pay the toll to the fairyman into the land of the dead 
I am the great white because the law of the universe says i am  



Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

why am i so afraid to sleep

why is this happening what is it all for 
 my nightmarish dreams of apocolytic war
 waking up at nights in cold sweat wanting to scream 
 comforted by the fact that it's just another bad dream
 i use to think that this was some kind of faze 
 that all my dreams were of my death or the end of days
 I've dreamed of being locked up for the rest of my life 
I've dreamed of me dying by the blade of someone's knife
 I've dreamed of the world being destroyed by one big boom
 cause by all the evil mankind has consumed
 I've dreamed of just lying there buried inside that box
 watching my soul slip away while my body rots
 I've dreamed of the time i just watch the world burn 
 i think in that same dream i seen the lord return
 I've dreamed of constantly running thinking i almost made it 
 and turning around and being decapitated
 i don't know what's worst i must admit 
 seeing me destroyed 
or the whole world demolished
 although  i pray that none do come to life 
there must be a reason for all my strife


Details | Lyric | |

I'm Sleeping Outside

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


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Fear

I held back when I could have gone forward 
Since I was a child I felt cornered and tortured
And every attempt to change was a bluff, since
On my hands and feet I put the heavy cuffs –
Because of fear

I said ‘yes’ many times when I could have said ‘no’
What my life would have been like I will never know
I remained seated when I could have stood up
I willingly lapped up the poison oozing from my death cup –
Because of fear

I went left when I should have gone right, and 
I shut my eyes when they should have been open wide
I smiled silently when I should have cried, and although 
I have not met my death yet, many times I died –
Because of fear


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Save Me From Desperation

It's been so long since I could Feel you, Hold You I'm wondering if it was Just an Illusion For love For me could Not be real Nobody could Love over The Borderline, not even I So if you ask you'll know why I silently began to cry I need you here, to hold me I'm so scared without You I just want to Sleep forever Never stray away far Save me From Desperation Never Say It wasn't meant to be I can't take this lie You Kill me With this So much I hurt so much inside these words burn as I cry This life is destroyed without you The joy that comes is the Joy of the Empty The despair I'm prone to maynever wilt I way You could have been there You could have saved me but no you left I was here to stay In the Dark When the razor called me back You could have been my light throughout the eternal black My Soul Has yearned for but where are you Please come back to me I desire just a one word of comfort just from you, only from you Tell me this is just a Lie Just a Hallucination from my Mind I'm suffering I'm Dying I Need you I'm begging just for one word please save me from Desperation I'm the Petal You're the Wind Without You I can never go Far You're not here I'm now stranded alone In the plagued island of my mind only if you were here only If you here You could have Saved Me From Desperation


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Scarred Tissue

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


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I Can't Breathe

I Can't Breathe

I can't breathe when truth is choked out
 can not stand by and not toss truth with a shout
I can't fathom the mind it does take
 to ignore truth and race onward with a fake

Story that is so easy to rightly disprove
 promote a lie to get going such a violent move
Anything goes to run such a political scam
 I reject this fraud with all that I am

Win battles with truth as your shield
 deceitful tactics will never force right to yield
A man dies, find out the true medical cause
 spinning yarns gives decent folks time to pause

Ponder the reason hatred thrives on bold lies
Hate finds fertile ground whenever truth dies

Robert Lindley  12-08-2014

note. An honest person, a person with integrity will 
find the truth before joining the bandwagon of lies.
Sad that a man died because of a stupid law but dying because
of bad health issues is not murder by police. Truth is
no choke hold was used.
"I can't breathe truth did so moan,
 darkness gloats as light has now gone
Lying blade cuts like a razor knife,
wounds sought to stir hatred and strife!"
A SHAME THAT THE LEADING BLOG AUTHOR HERE SCREAMING ON THIS SUBJECT (ASKING FOR POEMS) HAS ME BLOCKED FROM REPLYING THERE ABOUT MY POEM ON THE SUBJECT. 
I guess banning truth goes in with the agenda for some , eh?


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The Spark

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

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

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

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

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


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Disillusioned

Now I'm just a failure
Too afraid to make a mistake.
I've already been there,
Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks.
What is Your plan for me Father?
At once I thought I knew.
Now I'm disillusioned;
Please bring me back to You.


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Un Be Friended By The Enemy




*************************

Some-time's We live our life
We strive to proceed
Within-in the Body of Christ
But, When it's time to
Say our AMEN
      ------
Here come's the Devil
He pretends to be your friend
Now, He may be a brother
A sister or what have you
Just the same He is there
To comfort you,
      -------
But, the first time that
You turn your back,
Here He is,
With the sneak attack....
The pleasure is all His
      -------
Shall, I spend all my time
Suspended in Prayer
With the Devil,
Awaiting me at His layer 
             Fore,
 He can never go there
Fore truth is in Prayer
        -------
Oh', Shall I spend my time
Fighting the Devil,
He can reel you in,
And that next time We
See you, it would be at
The End of a shovel...
With dirt in your face
With the ground soon
To be leveled.... 
Eternity erased...
      ------
In less than an hour
Their will be may-be
A rain shower...
Or People with flower's
Fore this is the Devil's 
Finest Hour...
        -------
Six Feet Under

       ------
So, Yes, I rebuke Him
Any-time that He comes'
Near the Light.....
For the Lord to intercede 
And kiss the Devil good night
      --------
So, when the Devil come's
Dressed as a friend....
He trend's to deceive You
And act like a friend
But, don't let Him in
Fore He is just pretend
      -------
He has been Deviling for years'
Invoked all kind of fear's
But, left to the imaginations'
He is just a cheap thrill
      ------
One fraught with tears'
               And Fears

Of the promise's that were
Bestowed upon Thee,
The truth that was Yours'
Meant to last for the all of
Eternity.... 
       -------
Those thing's bestowed by God
In the bid to set us Free
That was Our inherit Nance
At no cost to you and me
      ------
            By God, Him-self....
      -------
At the inception of creation
By the bind's of Eternity....  


                  GF



**********Notes*********

When walking in the ways' of Christ, people will come into your life.
Some-times' they are long trusted friends. But, If they do things'
that are not on the level....Chances' are that they are doing the
work of the Devil....Take them to Heart, intercede them to the Light
When all is done...Thus, goes' the fight. Fore Jesus Christ, with all
His might....has again assured Us that He is the Light!  GF


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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


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no title

you could say im cold and that i have a heart of stone 
if you looked into my eyes even you would feel alone 

in this chambered heart of mine lies a love thats never known 
in this deceitful world of souls i refuse to let my love be shown 

i harbor hatred for protection and fear as a shield 
my feet are shod with sorrow and anger is what i wield 

i refuse to play the fool..ignorance is for the masses 
i am no ones fool in this world full of vastness 

i live not in a house of bliss but reside in a house of pain 
my world is not full of sunshine ...just constant pour of rain 

i am no longer a product a commodity of someones gain 
i have manifested thoughts to break oppressions chains 

i embrace the darkness that gives meaning to the light 
and i embrace the terror that instills fear in the night 

i am one who sees the beauty when you turn your head in disgust 
i am one who sees perfection when all you see is rust 

you love to smell the roses and see beauty in a flower 
but refuse to acknowledge stench in beauties final hour 

a wilted rose a dying world a place of manifested thoughts 
decietful hearts in a spiders web deception is what your taught


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I am,

I was sexually abused as a child, raped molested, and threaten.
I am not my abuse, am not the shame that was displaced on to me. 
I am a survivor and I am a champion. 
I am two tigers, I am freedom. 
I am love, beauty and joy. 
I am free of my pain but not my nightmares. 
I am a fighter, and my own hero. 
I have been to hell, and I dream of heaven.
I am hope in my dreams and my future, 
I am not afraid to speak out. This is a poem about who I am, what has happen to me, this is not for me, but for those who are fearful to speak out- William P. Key


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


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Scars Left Behind

It is hard not to trace back 
All those memories
Which you kept behind you 
While you were dreaming in your trip.
Those long moments when you grieved
Those short moments when you breath’d.
From here I can hear some voices of your trip
From there there were no choices in your grip.
Just listen to those immense fragile noises:
When you kept crying,
Laughing, trying and maybe dying
Perhaps I was you— when you were lying
To your thinghood...!

Womanhood is like Robin Hood—
It is always chased in the wood.
Many trees are cut off without roots,
And shall never give birth to the last roots.

When the sun goes down
I pretend to be sad,
So that my night dreams
Are filled of stars instead.

When the moon goes up
I play the role of the dead—
When the moon goes up
I close my eyes and go to bed 
When the moon goes up
I beat my heart and feel so sad
Is there any way to see the moon smile without dread?


Yasser Rhimi


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Timeless

Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet

But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep

A beast so terrifying, it’s made many a strong man weep

No flames bursting from its maw

Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep

All other dragons are scales in its hide

One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet

You must respect its power before you draw your sword

Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own

Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat

By killing the dragon you also kill yourself

You are reborn in the womb of wombs

You awake to the world humbled and renewed

For it's embracing the truth of this beast
That allows you the clarity to recognize peace


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Your World of Fear Can Disappear

A hidden world, like a heart's inner word
it cannot be seen, nor can it be heard
everyday of your life, it exists
you try to resist, but it persists

Just as thoughts control one's mind
so too, the will power where one can find
a way to cope, or at least to unwind
from troubles and fears that do so bind

Fear restricts freedom, your mind to explore
it is forcing your happiness into a detour
left is desire to find this calm, and be content
better than suffering, with fear to vent

There is no escape, you feel like your bait
only time now stands, between you and your fate
no respite, whatever you might endeavor to do
knowing those worries, nevertheless, will continue

It plagues your mind, and plagues your soul
hearing inner voices saying, "I told you so"
so once again, withdrawing from that chase
retreating yourself, to your secret hiding place

That place of comfort, and place of security
a location guaranteeing you, your obscurity
time has taught you, you have fine tuned
this is your way, to heal your own wound

Overcoming fear is the only way
it requires patience to wait that day
thinking you can rely, to yourself do you obey
but with time, once again you do go astray

To regain control, of your inner world of fears
you need a friend, with whom to share those tears
someone who has been tested, someone to confide
allowing you to open up, and to no longer hide

A friend who listens, allowing you to mend
on a special someone, whom you've come to depend
that beautiful soul, she alone with her tears
knows that secret, to remove those fears

Your friend for the duration, till the very end
she is not into gossip, nor does she pretend
a bosom soul mate, destroying your world of fears
giving you a listening ear, and her heart that cares
 


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Refusing To Listen

Everyone telling me where to go:
Turn left,
Turn right.
I don't even know who to listen to anymore;
I don't even know who I am anymore.
God, please speak to me
And tell me where to go
And show me what to do
Because Your voice is drowning out in the madness
Or maybe I am just refusing to listen.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stepped In To The Light

I do not close my eyes to sleep; I fear that today will be lost 
Buried in the past; the single smile amidst all the injustice that I see
A ray of hope on the guilt tarnished horizon
I own these thoughts and keep them to myself

I do not reach too high to succeed; I fear that I will
Success is not always the destination we had imagined
The road is paved with the selfless sacrifice of the dreams and goals that others 
had wished to achieve
But I hold these thoughts and keep them to myself 

I do not give myself to love; I dread I will not be accepted
I keep my heart at bay; I fear it broken, the blades of love are always sharpened
But I am overcome by the sweet aroma of all the ways that you make me feel 
I wish I could change these thoughts that I keep secret, even to myself 

I do not speak my words out loud; I fear that I will be heard
Lives have been lost for those ignorantly uttered
But souls have been damned for those never lovingly spoken
I had these thoughts to myself but they are of little use inside
So I stepped into the light, open this book
And now the whole world is listening


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Doubts on Leaving Home

How will I know if this day is right for me?
I have waited oh so long to do what needs to be.
But, is the first step, the best thing, for me to do?
How will I be able to know if… all will work out true?

The first day is the hardest, but what will happen if I fail?
How can I continue forth, if everything is to no avail?
There will be no back up as I stand there all alone.
What, oh what, will happen when I am on my own?

The world is so frightening, at the very best of times.
How can I know that this… is really the right time?


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Dying with a Smile

Love is an unspoken form of maschism
And it's slowly killing me inside.
Each minute of silence 
A lost beat of my heart.
My ribs are all knives now
Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed.
My heart feels vast, hollow
Cold,
Like a hundred story skyscraper-
its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door
And their rent unpaid.
And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't.
I am trapped.

And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves.
Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are
filled with the sea.

And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain.

Our love is the hope that soon
I won't need to breathe.
That the chains will break and set me free
To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace.

Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! 

Our love will starve me
And burn me
And deprive me of sleep.
I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side.
And maybe,
Just maybe,k
I can smile for once without the pain.


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Meaningful Screw You's

I'm done with this I've had enough of this/
Slushy trip since Hell Paso son just quit
This empty pursuit
Of letting the past keep livin' through you/
Go ahead and equip the damn truth
It is that simple to choose
What state of the neighbor of the temple you use
But you're just so adamant to worship/
Every preliminary negative
Which is why you have sentiment for those sedatives
Want evidence man your head has been/
Set on making your *****Titanic as
You steer into a gigantic crash/
Without any ****ing idea what effect thy absence has/
On the kids and on me too/
My heart feels ripped the honest truth/
To see you empty as your holes in the wall
You're like a ghost to us all/
Pale as the Seroquil pills you down/
I want to help but under the meds what you feel gets drowned/
I have the inauspicious fear you'll end up just like Tommy
That's why I pray every night/ I can't lose you Robbie


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


Why can't you just forget the past
Take some time to look at the bigger picture and not be back in a flash
We're Kruger (pronounced close to sounding like Kroger)/ the fear you helped restore gives me bags
And I'm beyond tired of takin' attacks from your last-
Ing grudge for my darker days/
I love you but I wish to part our ways/
There's only so much my heart can take
In terms of holes and you immerse me in 'em the Spartan way/
It's not our choice we're physically far away/
And yes half the reason is me that our spark gave way/
But this time it's your fault that our world is shaking
You shut me out because the ears of another girl were waiting/
It seems that even for Britney your concern's decaying
It's ****ed up/ 'cause you never acknowledged how much I changed/
'Cause of our rapport me and my fam are pretty much estranged
**** these games you love to play/ 'tween now and then nothin's changed
Good luck not lovin' me as much as pain


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


For a year it's been suicide with clues to find solutions I/
Don't think you're usin' my heartful l advice/ damn dude have I
Not been full of time so you could find/ reasons for you to not be blue and live/
But everytime I cope a sit and let you vent/ you walk off and do the opposite/
Talk about exhausted *****try listenin' to all your promises
And problems it's/ a shame how it's all turned out
I'm so burnt out/
I'll be the last to say this won't work out/
If you take your anger out on me again like I'm a dating spot/
Speakin' of those feelings that you refrain from not (knot)-
Icing was it honesty/ or rants of despar (as in spar) ity exasperated by deprav (as in im"prov") ity/
Or is there a real fervor (as in carni"vore") for me
If so then why you ignor (same as above) ing me/
For a Vai's you say you are not strong enough to close
Go **** yourself with a rubber hose
I don't care where the **** it goes/
I was there when no one was and this' the thanks I get
Never was I a dick to you so why'd you wank me *****/
My tears have turned into repressed anger/
For you a brother to me now a depressed stranger
That I have to put up longer than my dress' hanger


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


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Tongue

Words trembling

At the sticky tilt
Wanting to leap off.


Will you

Help me

Tease

It out

To roll the R's -- To swirl the tongue
To purse the lips -- To spill the beans

No truth potion, no torture
Could make me confess
The sound of night's indigo voice
And what it whispered.


In your soul mirror
I saw

All that you possessed--
The songs of a thousand kingfishers
Shimmering intangible colours
And my lute that you took away
Pledging infinity in return.


I see its point
When it holds back

Pink eyeless screaming worm
Blindly trashing
Rolling back
Imprisoning itself

A muggy cave of beginnings. Here, I
Stick out my neck, unstick those words.

Put your tongue
Where it belongs

You know where--


Deeper.

Probe for me

Among the distilled
molecules of my

Fragmented self.


Stifle my cries
O prying mouth. Seek
The lyrical secret.

Crush my words
Winged monsters

I want to speak
With my wounds.


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The Escapist's Plea

When you can longer run away from yourself
When you thought there were no more tears to cry
When you just want to die
Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies
So many years, so many days
Waking up to people who no longer care you're there
You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality
Wasted with living; the slowest way to die

The shadows of shame weigh you down 
Until you drown, filled with only their hate
All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades
The agony is all you know, thank you pain
A self-sadist Is all you have become, j
ust how they showed you, craving so much more
Just to hide up all of the misery
But under cloth it still bleeds

This is the Escapist's Plea
For the one who fall to their knees in misery
Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain
Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see
Stigmatized by their sadistic need
Only if I could just fly away
...Fly Away


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Do We Share the Hope Christ Gave to Us

Do We Share the Hope Christ Gave Us?

The Bible says to “give reason of the hope within us.”
But too often, we drag a lot of weight beneath us!

Christ wants us freely to share his hope with others!
We need to willingly share his love with another!

How will others have hope?  Unless we share it?
Christ told us to pick up our cross, and bear it!

We need to be his example, in the world’s madness!
We need to do it from a heart of joy and gladness!

We needn’t be ashamed of the work God has done!
All glory and honor should be given to his son!

He gives joy unspeakable!  
And the half hasn’t been told!
May we be an expression of his joy!  
Both young an old!

Let’s bless the lord! In what we say and how we live!
He’s patient with us!  And so willing to forgive!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And take self pride away!
Bring your holy conviction, 
and give us the words to say!

This may seem odd!  And to many…  Old fashioned!
Stir our hearts to share 
with a godly compassion!

Please come Jesus! And stir our hearts,
 from within!
That we would love to tell others about YOU! 
Our best friend!

By Jim Pemberton   


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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


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The Preaching of the Gospel ls An Offense to the Lost

The Preaching of the Gospel Is An Offense!

Scripture says the preaching of the gospel,
 is an offense to the lost.
Christ’ followers should share HIS news!  No matter the cost!

It seems like many in church are walking in a spirit of fear.
Many would just rather live a life that’s “happy and secure.”

“Why tell others of God’s salvation?”  This may offend!
Why, it may even cost them to lose one of their “friends!”

Many don’t know enough of God’s word to share to another.
They have a hard enough time loving
their sister or brother!

God help us!  For the many who 
Who claim to be Christ’ believers!
Many have listened to the lies of the great deceiver!

Rather than being the person to preach the gospel this hour…
Many don’t seek the Lord’s wisdom,
 strength or power!

Ball games seem to have replaced a need for prayer…
Why witness to the lost?  Is there anyone who cares?

It’s no wonder why we live in a confused generation.
As many families don’t have Jesus as their foundation!

The gospel of Jesus Christ is the best news around!
It needs to be spread to every city, village and town!

May we all be stirred to preach the good news today!
And be stirred with the words that Christ has to say!

Whosoever will, come and drink of the life he gives!
And live by HIS gospel!  Each day that we live!

By Jim Pemberton  09/18/13


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Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 

cheerless

and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 
omni-present 

stench 

that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 
freshness--

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...


Details | Cinquain | |

Bruised ego

Who cares?
Whom fares this sea?


See, hear the tongues lashing.
Forces clashing in every mind:
love blind


Details | Sonnet | |

Waking up

Whispers all around me, but I don't see a soul
Feelings of dread and regret consumes my being
Is there some dark spirit around that I'm not seeing?
Maybe I'm crazy, but am I the one who's supposed to be playing this role?
Dreaming this reality up, yet it seems so real
Lucidity is ever so fluent; smooth as can be
Pretend time becoming a concrete fantasy
Regardless of where I end up, this is surreal

They say the white light is prevalent, but I disagree
A multitude of shapes and colors are profuse
With all of this around me, how could I not exist?
Reality is what you make it, I still am the real me
Time to make new and to really let loose
Haunting the past will be tough to resist


Details | Couplet | |

We are We can We must

Foreign are the thoughts of others
Like the minds of past lovers

Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess
Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess

Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind
Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind

Fractured we stand, divided by difference
Splintered we are, lacking repentance

We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within
We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin

Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war
War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more

Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction
Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition

Time unfolds and we're forced to react
We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact

To mend the cracks that divides our kind
To embrace the momentum of our time

To believe we can and must strive for more
To turn the key and walk through the door


Details | Rhyme | |

In a box

Sitting in a square my knees are cramped
Prying through a hole I see the dark
I close my eyes and sprout wings of the lark
Flapping my arms  sweat coats my body damp
Enclosed in a box entrapped within my mind
I stretch my legs and wiggle my toes
I shut my mouth breathing through my nose
I burst my arms through the sides to find
My heart holding me back incline
My mind begins to speak out loud
My box drifts into a cloud
With legs I free my entwine
Push pull my spirit is through
A rush of air cools my soul
I kneel forward up I go
The world so different and new
I prune my feathers and lift my wings
Up up I fly high high high
Up up through the midnight sky
I clear my throat and sing
Free free from me in a box
I glide and than I float
Soaring deep into the dreamers boat
I lift my head to find me in a box.


Details | Elegy | |

When words mean nothing

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?

There are moments
In human existence

When
Any resistance
against baleful fate
is futile.

When
One is left
with his thoughts
Forsaken 
by all gods

Astonished immensely
by the world vile
which first
gave him birth
and now
devours him
with mirth

Agonizes he
in every spot
on the Earth

Where does his heart belong to
Never will he learn

How to console such a man
When all words would burn?

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?


Details | Free verse | |

''Doubtful Me''

~An odd sigh...
~Face to face silence....
~Heed these warning stares....
~Heart taken in dire straits.....
~Across the table, sits the sinking soul mates........


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sociopathic Love

 Sociopathic Love


Don't worry before He’s done with you; He‘ll ravage you
Not just physically but through his words both twisted and firm
If you could only accept that he decides when the game ends;
You'd realize an escape is just as much of an illusion as the man you think you know

Nothing can save you from this game
The lies will roll off his chameleon tongue as he reflects everything you've shown him
He’ll pour metaphors filled with an elusive pitch; deep inside the intimate spaces that fill your head

He'll patiently watch your every move
As you squirm with denial and try to claw your way past the anger
Just as you desperately try bargaining for release
He’ll watch you drowned in hopelessness, lost without the reflection you saw in him

It's a game you won't even realize you've been playing until he decides it's over
He'll know every piece of you by then
Especially the pieces he easily replaced well you were mesmerized in your own reflection
He’ll move on to his next prey soon and only then will you'll start to awaken
He thinks you'll never find all the pieces he planted; you'll never be whole without him 

As his eyes trace the contours of your acceptance
He’ll know at the precise moment he's broken you
As he watches your will bend pliantly to his
Making you just another possession he never really wanted
Then he’ll finally release you out of boredom
Leaving you lost without the mirror you helped him create
Wondering why the piece’s you're picking up won’t fit back together the way they once did

It’s then you’ll realize that he never knew how to love
He’s found his pleasure in the games he plays
Pleasure that calms the jealousy he holds against the emotions that he's unable to feel
Allowing him to walk away without remorse; leaving his victim in their darkest moment 
He's become bored with the people that surround him and confused by his own existence           To him love is only a game used to occupy time                                                               Whenever he decides the time is right it's simple

Game Over


Details | Classicism | |

January Stance

Look and review.  Look and review.
The New Year is coming.  Review’s what we do.
What have I believed in? What lies have been told?
What truth has ascendance? For truth is my gold.
What lies have invaded and reworked the Truth?
Where have I departed, diminished forsooth?
Where have I veered off from true Liberty’s path,
Compromised integrity, brought on God’s wrath.

The New Year is coming.  A new slate is here.
History’s drawing new pictures of fear.
Will it be fear of what people might say,
Or fear of the Good Lord who loves us today.
Shall I pay attention to cultural lies?
Or shall I look Heavenwards, one of God’s spies
Who constantly roam around Heavenly places
To bring back its perfumes in kindness and graces.

The spies of our Father have wisdom to go
From a closet of prayer to the big world below
With the gifts of the Spirit, of wisdom in kind,
Knowledge  un-natural, miracle mind.
So how may I check that my pathway lies true?
More time in the Heavenly places is due,
That the words of my mouth, which are weapons enough,
May achieve on this earth all His miracle stuff!


Details | Quatrain | |

I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.


Details | Tetractys | |

Others Choose Not

Desire
that goes
beyond the 
physical realm
being a connection knowing not gender

Encompassing mind body and spirit
a connection 
beyond words
seldom
lights

A
fire in
souls whose hearts
have unified
a coexistence with the universe


Details | Free verse | |

My Cocoon

Crystal clear, You are the place that cradles butterflies As they transform into beautiful, Personified But more often than not, you stab my wings Prematurely Forbidding the growth that would Lead to my escape Inevitably, you knew how much I'd love To go-- But no. You like me best when I can see the world Without being its inhabitant, When you can shield me from my hopes of Reaching healthy, touching happy You were never meant to hold anything forever But just when fingertips feel the T h r e a d s O f F r e e d o m You snap, Claw... me.... back Back into your grasp Quite like fish tank glass What their eyes can always see of me, hands Will never hold Tragic, I know What's a girl to do, stuck in a wonderland She can't push through, find Her way back to...wait, Which way home again? I don't think I've ever truly known And the worst Is all the torture inflicted by myself, at Your hearty request, wicked jest You punish me in earnest for trying to Live Stuff me back down in my bubble My hideout, my shelter You have been my home and grave for all These years What I wouldn't give now to strike the Walls, scream- GET ME OUT NOW Yet this is hopeless; I know well My captor never lets me cry At least, not out loud So I whimper and I beg Please, for the love of god, don't let me die Not here, already buried underground If I fall, No one will ever know If words could trickle to the surface, well, Would they even be received, Or thud forever silent? Help Save Fix (me)


Details | Rhyme | |

2012 resolution Vol 4

jan2012
(Resolutions is a series of 6 poems . These are a tribute to Mr.Abhay  Keni a technocrat, genius, philosopher and guide...above all a humble human being. All 6 volumes are a tribute to his simplicity and his way of life.)

This brand new year, A voice inside me keeps whispering without any fear, “You need to mend yourself now and here” So please listen to me your inner voice and to transgress the path ahead be aptly clear. Live such that the fear of death does not enter your heart, Do deeds such that dear ones and friends from you never do part. Live such that in the name of religion you hurt no one, Respects other’s and demand yours be respected by everyone. Live such as to love your life and perfect your life, And always make attempts to beautify as many things as possible in this life. Live such as to make your life long, In the service of humanity, and also to correct many wrongs. Live such so as to give a word or a salute when meeting a friend with grace, Or passing a stranger in a lonely place. Live such as to be able to respect everyone, And try to grovel at none. Live such as to arise at morn , To be able to give thanks for the joys of life, food ,health and for a human to be born. Live such so as to abuse no one ,as it turns a wise into a fool And robs the spirit of it’s vision and that really cruel. Live such that when the time comes to die, Don’t be like the people with hearts of fear and cry But the one who will sing their own death songs, And in them will give a message to all as to how in their life their joys prolong.


Details | Free verse | |

Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


Details | Bio | |

Nothing

Spiralling down down down
Too far to save me
Don't come near me, don't try, I won't let you.
I am in my own zone, separate 
And alone
Lonely of my own-making
Hated from my own hating
Scratched and sore with aching head
Nothing helps, nothing said
Nothing is what I want, what I am, what I deserve.
Nothing.
Nothing matters
Nothing helps
I say, while asking you to help me.
Impossible child
Impossible to please, to comfort or console
Impossible and unreachable
Beyond you.


Details | Tanka | |

Fear is A Prison

                                                  Fear is a prison - 
                                    Unseen chains bind you from truth,
                                               Removing freedom,
                                    Shackling your future, your dreams,
                                          Holding your life in bondage. 

                                                Fear is a roadblock - 
                                        Blocking you from your desires,  
                                                Torturing your soul,  
                                           Stifling your creative juices,
                                      Holding you back from greatness. 

                                                Fear is not from God - 
                                         He can break fear's grip on you,
                                              He can loose your chains.
                                         Freedom is yours, if you'll ask.
                                          Fear need not be your master.
  9/29/2011

For Chris's Another Chance to Swing contest


Details | Free verse | |

Concrete Cliffs

No form, no organization, no verse.
A crescendo followed by silence and screams.
A wooden home locked inside of a concrete tome,
With a world collapsing while we keep relapsing
And again the past resurges; what we bury tends not to stay that way,
After all, the piper must have his pay.

A dark closet and we’ve seen fit to rot in it
The Devil in the details told me to be his advocate.
And El Dorado’s gone because a city of gold just wasn’t sustainable
But if it’s attainable then you’re damn right it’s going to be painful.
And death isn’t an option for those of us who feel compelled to keep walkin’
On the sand-- or is it ash? It doesn’t really make a difference while they slash
Their prices by depriving kids of rice and pin open their eyelids
For their twenty hour shifts ‘till they try to plummet themselves off of
Concrete cliffs.

And Macondo is Columbia, unless it’s in the Gulf of Mexico, 
but you already knew that, Mr. Critic.
But what are you going to do with it?
Frankenstein was the man, not the monster
The confusion first came when our blame ceased to reclaim 
An association between dissociation and our relation
To whatever the truth may have been
‘Cuz it certainly isn’t the truth anymore.

Blank pages in our textbooks and you ask me to memorize it
Regurgitate it and tell you what you want to hear--
My foods teacher says no eating in her class
And sees fit to harass her students with her utter lack
Of discernible knowledge while we cook some Kraft Mac and Cheese.
But who can blame her with the pay she’s getting?

No Telemachus on the television—Nor do we see Stephen
Not while the Situation is breathin’, cuz that’s what’s loved by the station.
Where’s the frustration? The indignation with the ignorant elation
That comes with living in a used-up world?
Dig a treasure map out of the trash and get it unfurled,
You walk to the ‘X’, but it’s been dug up—no wonder it was in there in the first place.

And the esoteric is what they find hysteric ‘cuz they’re all in on the joke
That they find so funny ‘cuz the system is broke.
Politics in work, in life, in marriage, in LIFE,
The wall of separation was torn down it seems, and soon you’ll find them tapping your dreams.
Enjoy watching your people’s nightmares, O Creators.
Tell us it’s what we want.


Details | Narrative | |

The Devil Made Me Do IT

Don’t believe what you may see 
for your eyes they do deceive thee 
everything they say 
poisoned with half truths and lies 
only rumors to stifle our way 

I couldn’t have done those things 
none of that was real 
just horrible awful dreams 
there was no color 
only lack of light 
that could not have been me that night 

It wasn’t like I had a choice 
no not even my own voice 
I wasn’t in control 
the darkness took me over 
trapped me in a room so cold 
then it locked the door 

You just don’t understand 
the shadows they sometimes need me 
their call I can’t defy 
they whisper what I need to do 
to them I must comply 
it’s not me, its them to blame 
the blood is on their hands 

Know the beating of my heart's what’s real 
it’s the only thing that is 
beats each beat for the love I feel 
together it says, forever it says 
always, you are mine 
I’d protect you with my last breath 
put it all out on the line 

I never would have hurt you 
that’s the one thing I wouldn’t do 
It wasn’t me, it couldn’t be 
it’s not my fault, I have no guilt 
this burden it won’t be mine 
the devil made me do it 
it was to him I built my shrine


Details | Blank verse | |

Standing in the Darkness yet again

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


Details | ABC | |

Impossible

To maintain a life
Above all the strife
Pain and sorrow
Is to choose
A sight so sharp
It sees through the dark
And sees even in the light
Things that defy human sight
Things impossible
Things unprecedented
Things invisible
The ability to look
To see beyond the present circumstances
To hold on to that faint candle light
In the midst of the pitch black darkness of the night
The will to cling to life
When death is but a pinch away
The strength to see the sun shine so bright
Through a sandstorm in the Sahara
Through the snowstorms in the north pole
Through the cloudy rainstorms of the amazon
The ability to see white
When everyone sees black
The will to see beauty
Where everyone sees  the ugly
To see the highest mountain peaks
As mole-hills about to be trampled
To believe in particles
Faster  than  light
To believe men can touch
The surface of the sun
And walk to the ends of milky-way
With the stars as our footstones
The ability to hope for better things
And to dream of better days
In the midst of bitter months
Can’t you see the impossible
It’s laughing you to scorn
Telling you I’M POSSIBLE….


Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


Details | Free verse | |

Ungloved

Being in one place too long, being in one form to long, never being able to tolerate a blank page, or empty air, for fear of what someone else will put in it if you don't Wanting to feel safe, surrounded by enemies who call themselves friends A white knight dreamer in purgatory edged on an endless field of victims with hands outstretched. A stereotypical Madonna white in a field of gray A wick less, often witless, foil of coils of gray matter around things which matter not at all. Making acquaintances, cloaking them in the garb of friendship even while they toss sticks on the pyres of the all life. For what after all is a friend... Who after all can truly know as each of us confront and are confronted by our own hells and hope without much hope for the outstretched hand to be ungloved and touch the skin of our lives.


Details | Free verse | |

Symmetry

Celestial thoughts possess my reality
And my knowing is lost.
Hours pursue and I do not contest.

Debates on possession, regretfully
Inform, numbness is expected
If the hours pursue,
Celestial thoughts will be required.

Symmetry obeys my minds rule,
Naive remarks, from an ancient soul.
Knowing is key, to the possession of dreams.

Heavy features do not expect for
Reality gives no benevolence,
To naive remarks spoken,
Symmetry of the mind,
Shall not be woken.


Details | Ballade | |

Evil Enemy Tricks

A dream or vision one hot afternoon one day
A fell then thee evil enemy had came play
Being filled with much fear, so he wanted to steer
I had been driving in a car his house I found at night
Needing to stop for a rest his house be the only in sight
Social able and gracious he had invited me in
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
He was old and grey at least his face did display
“You look like an honest and loving chap stay here for a nap
There is nothing to fear no one can find you here”

No stars were above in the sky but yet I did not wonder why
The enemy had played one of his tricks
“Look at all these possessions that I have”
“They can all be yours if I find that you are worthy”
 “Allow me to show you how you can create them”
 “Here ye is the secret in how one controls the wheel”
Desires to steal the soul is why the enemy plays his tricks

Then he offered me a token if I promised to show him devotion
“See all this land I have cleared and designed by my hand?”
“It all one day shall be yours if decided to stay here this day”
Another way you see how the enemy plays his tricks
“ I have also ordered another surprise gift for you
“See that car over far yonder bringing it to you?”

The car had been two combination's but red in display
But I did not see this until after it drove away
Moving to far ahead so I have to go back
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
 He took me inside his home where we decided to wait
Introduced me to his family who were trying to escape
This is how the enemy plays his tricks at the gate

Then there was a knock at the door and I sent to answer
Believing it was the gift from he that I had longed for
I was happy and thrilled to perform this simple chore
Opening to see a female shadow being in close distance
Three knives had hit the door giving no resistance
Head had moved quickly thought then be Divine assistance
This is how the enemy plays his tricks


Details | Free verse | |

The dream

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


Details | Free verse | |

Demon Hope

Our inner demon, 
Which binds us to life. 
Caressing our mentality, 
And blinding our senses, 
Rebuiliding after destruction, 
Light in the dark, 
A hand held, 
A life saved. 
As it grows, 
We become weak, 
Oblivious, 
And illogical. 
It drains our negativity, 
To the point of idiocacy, 
Its sweet kiss, 
An addiction of our mortality, 
Gently laying us down, 
In the nest of wish. 
It covers up the murder scene, 
And dumps the body of truth, 
Deep in the sea of forgetfulness. 
We crave its touch, 
Let it rape our thoughts. 
Letting it seep the entirety of our soul, 
Possessing our freedom. 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us so tightly to life. 
Lose it, 
Lose life, 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us forever to life, 
It is our key essence, 
Our secret to living. 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us to life, 
It is our moral weakness. 
It is the demon,  
Hope.


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Comings

the spring rains have come 
with the promise of cleansing and rebirth
striking the earth with a   slap
resuscitating the bed of worms

the air itself becomes  comes
thickens with longing   scrubbed
and beaten to rosy-cheeked perfection

tulips  open
gateway blooms, tender, simpering
their birth a wonder
an opening squall 
from the extended excess 
of eternal life

these small beatings
thrashing's, tearing's bring forth
the red, pink and peach
of a tulip morn

upon such gentle fragility
upon the ever fleeing stasis of
birth, bloom and death
we all reform

coming
in ecstasy


Details | Rhyme | |

In Shallow Roots

We're here to love all God's people
No matter who they are.
Brightness still shines in shallow roots,
Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.


Details | I do not know? | |

No Grey

Hearsay on what love is today
Lives stretched thin for parchment paper bridges
Twice over crossed
Trampled, trodden, lost hearts in clouds
While rain was wringing out my hair
Let down my gaurd
Tasting peppermint Chard ment to
Cling to a tree until my help arrived 
At mydestiney without you
Speak to me over shallow tones of flesh
Glistening nipples to nurse a drink as I sit
On this step and contest how much you don't know me
And him on a pendulum 
Swaying choir sings at your wedding
To the kind of bleeding it out
With the Rugrats on a network of Carnies
Laughing at the man in the Emporers clothes
Worn tight hanging on to mornings light
Turned on then blown out
For renowned satisfaction
Due to your lack of actions
Speak louder than words
On a new world order 
Signed on as the Natural Selection

Copywrite©Ameaca 2012


Details | Haiku | |

Looks to kill

Looks to kill
Missing the smile form profile picture
Hunting or hunted? 

(haiku).musafirs


Details | Quatrain | |

Daily Despair

another day seeps down the drain,
I cannot find the leak.
what am I if not insane?
my thoughts too dark to speak.

the daily flogging of my spirit
is more than most could bear.
my fate reveals that I should fear it,
yet it's jaws cannot ensnare

my mind and will are still my own,
despite the efforts of big brother.
the path less traveled I'll take alone
only to find there are always others

who dare traverse the same dark trail
and challenge the righteous rank
whose morality is a living hell
for those who choose to think.


Details | Free verse | |

Abyss

When I needed you the most - you disappeared.......crawling into the vast belly of this dark, cruel, prosperous world.....leaving me alone to face the darkness and despair, forcing me to find my own light, while you wallowed in your own defeat and misery. But yet I survived, and thrived and surmised it was coming. You will always be a coward who walks the path of convenience and suffers silently for choices you regret. Forever regret, serving yourself a vicious serving of self-loathing daily. One day the darkness will succumb to the light, and the beams will shine upon your old, weak and weary face – but I won’t be there to share the warmth, nor will I celebrate the birth, I will remain distant and far………forever remembering your abandonment…..and forever will I not look your way; this stranger who now surfaced from the darkness, only to find himself sinking back into his dark abyss of loneliness and lost dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

Inner conflicts

Trees are falling down in my world.
The sun has gone down and it's not hot anymore. 
The season is winter.
I find more and more that the dark side is speaking to me in tongues.
She wants me to be bad and lean over to her. 
I am in a tug of war match.
But I don't want to be.

I run screaming into the church to forgive me for I have sinned. 
I ask them to wash away my unpure thoughts. 
But than I remember that were all human.
I am allowed to make a mistake.
I leave a paper trail of my regrets and I detest littering. 
I am hopelessly in love.
I am hopelessly in lust.
But the bottom and the top of my heart
belongs to the one that I have fallen for.
 
She owns my heart.
She owns my eyes. 
She has the ability to make me cry.
The daggers she throws I deserve them I know.
So I take them as punishment for my lustful thoughts.
Home is where the heart is and my heart is with her.
She will never realize how sorry I truly am.

In these last couple of months I have devoured her trust.
I never realized how big of a part I would play in destroying us.
"I will never hurt you" people say that and that's the biggest lie.

We hurt unconsciously. We hurt without even meaning to. 
We leave little stab wounds every so often.
We run off and leave each other bleeding everyday.
People are not afraid to hurt their afraid of the outcome.
Death, loneliness, prosecution. 
People will lie in love until the world is ending.
 
I sincerely meant it when I said I never thought I'd hurt her.
When I told her that I would be different.
I will never say those words to anyone again. 
I won't promise that I won't do it again. 
After all humans were created from eve's great mistake. 
I craved the apple but I never did taste.

I looked in the mirror and I barely recognize my own face.
This girl I see she said many things.... 
She didn't keep up with the many promises she made.
But this girl she is still learning the rules to this game.
She sucked at life just like she sucked at chess. 
At the age of twenty and three she is not done 
growing yet. 


Details | ABC | |

Sociopath in the Forest

Amongst the mysterious and gloomy forest
Begets a creature so cruel and ferocious
Consciously aware of its own destructive behavior
Deceptive in nature; unforgiving at heart
Enchanting the woodlands like a corrupted hermit
Fantasy twisted; reality tainted
Gremlins, Ghouls, and Goblins lurking from afar
Haplessly awaiting for the beast to collapse
Imminent death for ones with black hearts
Justifying their existence based on ego and pride
Killing themselves, not just others
Laughing along the way to an eternal plane of misery


Details | Lyric | |

Suffering Is The Same As Living

Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don’t worry I’ll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me
**Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**


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Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Free verse | |

Hollywood Beach Gulls

       HOLLYWOOD BEACH GULLS
Regrettably the sun was setting low
on wings of gulls all red and fiery eyed
they plucked the popcorn from our waiting hand
as if we  had a dream to give to them
or sang a song they might have understood.

There in their shrilled descent they had such grace
my heart lept to an all time vibrant shrill
and wondered just how far their wings could fly
if only words of love could let us soar.

But words of love are only past regrets
of humping on the beach for me and you
after the gulls have found their nesting place
and making it on their own. Will I die
another death without the touch of you?

That bastard seagull. Wasn't he the shame
of Hollywood Beach that sunny afternoon
we met and we made love for real?
Not in St Johns
where I lived a mile from you
But in Hollywood Beach
where a drunk can be a drunk
but in goodf company
But we were just too drunk to remember,
like everyone else on the beach
all of us down from the great St Johns Blizzard,
doing what Canadians do best
staying drunk long enough to forget it all
when we got back home.
But in St Johns, we had the bitter cold as an excuse
for being drunk all of the time.

On Hollywood Beach, the gulls all knew
We didn't need an excuse,
we just did it.


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A Prayer of Regrets


Maybe I should have
bought Fort Garry Personnel
for a dollar instead of letting it
die. But I thought of next month's
office rent. 

I remember having a desk to
sit behind with a phone
to make appointments,
life sized, watching the
business world tense around me.

It would have been worth a dollar
to play in a lonely historic place,
continuing for another month
to cherish small hopes, not
quite well-dressed and smiling.

A bottle of sugar 
in a glass of wine,
pressing a tender, 
frightened heart
into the body of a soldier.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

She was just 8 years old
With freckles on her face
She was a little tom boy
Playing miles from the U.S base

Her name was parwana
 Means butterfly in afghan
She was like a little princess
Born in a cruel land

She was with other children
Just playing under the skies
But they look like terrorist
to a  robotic drone as it flies

So they all were killed
With bombs falling from the skies
Then Washington says on TV
It’s a mistake we apologize

We apologize for your lost?
How will that ease the pain?
Of the parents not seeing
Their little love ones again

Her mother cries oh god
Why don’t you kill me instead?
How can I live now? 
That my little butterfly is dead

These are our children
Not a horse or a cow
Go look your self in the mirror
Who are the terrorist now?

 The British prime minster
Says the terrorist will be beat
From his press conference
From NUMBER 10 Downing Street

The white house says
There will causalities of wars
While all the war mongers
Are safe behind their doors

Her father mourns her death
Till his cant live no more
So he drove a car with bombs
Thru the green zone door

There are good and evil
And we know what evil do
But when the good do the same
Then who is better than who

The lives of the innocent
Are being taken by both sides
And today there was a butterfly
Who will no longer flies?


Details | I do not know? | |

dreams into reality

I had a dream of you again tonight...that makes it about 3years strong....i wonder what the real thing will feel like...to hold you...to see you smile for the first time...the first time you cry...as i put my finger in your hand and you squeeze i wonder what joy will course through my veins...to say your name...to watch you sleep...to watch you as you try to figure out the world...will i miss your first words...or when you crawl...the first time you try to walk will i be there to catch you when you fall...your first birthday...will i be the dad you need me to be....will i fail...all these questions and the worst one i havnt even said....i hate to think it but it has came into my mind every once in a while...what if i never get to meet you...never have the chance to fail or succeed...to never watch you grow..to never have a chance to love you..to never be a father...what if my dreams never become reality....


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I Mind

I do not think my mind 
Is like he used to be;
He used to chat with me;
Contradict and chide me;
Play cunning wit, puzzle, 
Chuckle with, amuse me.
But now he's darker;
He hides things from me;
No longer open,
Like he used to be.
When he speaks to me;
Commands me simply,
To do such actions,
I am loath to do.
I cannot fight him;
He is stronger still,
Then ever he did used to be;
By some bold force,
Which powers him,
Quite overthrows
My weak body.
The pact he had,
With self-control,
That part of him,
I used to know,
No longer is


Details | I do not know? | |

The Journey

Walking on rings in gasoline boots, fifth and seven on my stride, the destination is close.

Celestial power from above lights my way, flutter of wings whispers on the breeze.

Dark poison from below coursing through my veins, edges getting blurry blending the lines.

A myriad of voices, a thousand and the same.

The journey isn’t over, its only just begun.

The pump itself aflame, tearing apart.

Windows to the souls ignited.

With golden wings they cool me,

Go on my son they said.

I take another step,

Its all inside my head.


Details | Free verse | |

PAST PRESENT FUTURE

To see the future one must first listen to the past
One cannot fear the past
One must face it
One cannot fear the future
One must courageously face it'
One cannot fear the present
One must not mask it

     (C)....CATHERINE BUCHNER    2012


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My Fear

Say their fool you are just a tool
I’m the monkey on your back
From the day you were born
I have cut you no slack

Your deepest fear I’m always here
Just one shot away
To slide that needle into your vein
Spinning the world away

Your wooden beast, I’m your feast
I know you feel my call
I just live here in the shadows
Waiting for you to fall

Write your write trying to fight
What is a part of you
But in the end know my friend
You and I are not through


-----------------------------------
The hell we aren't, never again. 
I have no idea if a monkey is a 
Wooden beast but after being a
junkie inside and out for over
twenty years this is a fear that 
is a part of my everyday. I praise
God for another day clean. 
Written for Matt's contest, mj


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Did You Ever Really Know

The minutes lunge forward,
the days plunge fast.
Months slip by so quickly,
many years define our past.
Will you remember me?

Soft skin turns a blemish,
tiny wrinkles begin to show.
Our youth violently perishing,
did you recognize or even know?
Will you remember us?

Health, wealth and wagers,
placing all bets on love alone.
With stakes too high to squander,
this constant fear of the unknown.
Will I ever reach you?

Admiration, honor and devotion,
always seems to come in last.
Guilt, fear and destruction,
destroying the finish line fast.
Will you ever put me first?

Be joyful, happy and merry,
how do I find the will to be so?
While years have gone,
and our lives moved on,
an empty void will forever grow.
Did you ever really know?


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Prayer

Give me the strength to go inside
Give me the strength to not run and hide

I need to face what is flawed in me
I need to know so I can truly see

Constantly questioning, faith so easily lost
Burdened by apathy, lethargic, a stone collecting moss

Life once flowed through my veins
But I was lulled into the slumber of a stifling pain

The hole I fell into nearly became my tomb
But I feel I am bursting out anew, like a baby from the womb

However I still feel so fractured, so flawed, so hurt
I fight now though, taking a stand, trying to stay alert

I take as my inspiration the phoenix, reborn from a fiery death
I imagine myself the hero, chasing my dreams with every waking breath

Give me the strength to love and to grow
Give me the strength to question and to know

It hurts and that will not go away
Give me the strength to work through it; give me the courage to stay





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play, pause


i’m splitting at the seams.

torn,

one arm gently pulls, the other yanks-

violently.

never a moment of silent bliss,

i bite my lip until crimson liquid seeps out the corners of my mouth

and drips

staining my peplum top.

distant memories creep into my mind to warn of the shame i’ll find

in this game of hide-and-seek

if i let them see that my smile isn’t real

and my blood prefers to stay in my veins.

So I don’t stop.

I move my lips into position

and wipe the blood from my chin.

And press ‘play’ on the cassette tape that reads:

"of course I’m happy",

because I can’t form those words myself.


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House Of Cards

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Unholy Fright

Blood like tears fell on the sheets
liquor held the lies,
sweating, noise, a rabid beat,
blood between two thighs.

Shamed in darkness, filled with might,
lost a holy site.
Made to know the painful sweet,
unholy love, between the sheets.

Poked, stroked, an unconscious mote,
knuckles ashen white
drool pooled, to large a tool,
unknown tick to tock fright.

Remember screamed the girl child
replete in her pain.
This is how, the black-heart came
when all there was went insane.

  


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empty

I'm deteriorating.
You don't know how little I eat, 
how much I ****,
that I use drugs.
You see me- behaving quite naturally,
doing the things I need to do to prove:
 I'm alive. 

I'm alive, but for how long?
I turn my lips upward to pretend the signals aren't there.
My heart fluctuates and pulsates off beat-
my internal metronome needs repair.
I'm out of breath.
Am I out of life?


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False Prophets and True Hope

When searching you must take care
The answer is always out there

Even if it’s not what you are
It's ok it’ll only leave a scar

The truth hurts when it can’t justify
Everything you’ve done and you’re forced to ask why

Take comfort in the thought 
That you probably won’t be caught

God is watching everyone
You can’t be judged because you’ve already won

Religion is your veil
Subject the naïve and you’ll never fail

What would Jesus do,
If he were you?

Would he still be a martyr then?
Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men?

It is our ambitions,
That can solve our ambitious contradictions

The problems we face
Are ours to erase

God only measures as high
As your will to survive


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Bullying ruin lives

Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his heart 
While the girl he likes helplessly looks on

The frustrations of the parents
Seeing their only child health decline
And the teachers who turn a blind eye
Telling them everything in school is fine

The attempt of suicide one night
When the father saw him with knife
Asking if he will go to heaven or hell
If he takes his own life

The tear of the kidney
For the force of the kicks and blows
The lost of appetite and weight
The suffering only he alone knows

But he did open his mind he said
I can’t got through another year like this
And when they were arrested then many
Told the press what they had witness

Today he is trying to get back his life
But his road is pave with bad memories
And sometimes he almost reaches the end
And then get scared of the shadows of the trees

Then he is right back where he started
And then he has to start again with frustration
Sometime lashing out at his parents and family
Trying to get some much need attention

Looking at him very quite sitting alone
Wondering what’s going on in his poor mind
And wishing to that one day god will
Bring him the peace he so much wants to find

He is a fighter and his will are very strong
Yes today he is along way from there
And I know that eventuality the time will come
His smile will return that has now disappear

The war must be over for now
But every day he has a battle to face
But in the end he will be victorious
And get back his life that has been misplace

So many kids has and are being bulled
And some are talking their own lives
For when you feel all hope is gone
Then it’s very hard to survive

They are sick and tired of the abuse,
and they little minds fought so hard, so very long,
And was just couldn’t make it
through the pain, and stayed strong.

I wish all students will look after the weak
The ones who are very quite and shy
And if the teachers and students do this
Then so many of our children will not have to die


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Hummingbird Arse

My mother always told me growing up
“Don’t let your humming bird arse get
Your alligator mouth in trouble”
I never thought anything about it then
I took it as a warning not to say what was on my mind~
There are people in society who stay “in line”
Those who don’t care to draw attention to issues
People who are afraid to be in the spotlight

I am simply an outspoken woman
I am straightforward and boldly confident
I speak out when I see an unwarranted wrong
I am me, and when I speak up to offend wrongdoers 
To keep them from continuing to do wrong
Unreasonable authorities feel they must stop me
These influential people see me as a threat
I act on my conscience and say what I must
If some don’t like my boisterousness…..
I fear the waters will be rough~

They can do their best to keep me down
But ….
I will not sway from my God given strength
I fear intimidators who wish me meek 
Are up for a battle ...I will always speak!
Because I am proud 
I shant change my ways~
Mother may have been a meager woman
Doing what she was expected ....
                                              .....by staying in line
She tried teaching me not to rock the boat
By egregiously keeping me under control
Yet .....I am not her…. I am a hummingbird all grown




Details | I do not know? | |

Safe From Harm

The rain like an army of crazed crickets in an over sized paper bag,

Or the drum roll of anxious fingers on my writing pad

Wind blows with the force of one thousand story book wolves,

Navigates the skyline and challenges the weather striken walls

From within what seems to be the eye of the storm a light quiver, delicate but true

It wavers with stray wisps of breeze, as they find their way through cracks, laiden with tales of toppling trees

But in this safe place, nestled away from harm the beacon burns regardless, with inner strength radiates calm

To protect the dancing flame, keep all windows bolted, never open up the door,

Alleviate the barrage, fight the light no more


Details | Free verse | |

Dark's Spittle

Creeping crawling and tantalizing
Revamped and vandalizing
It creeps in

Clawing, digging, murderously thieving
Killing as it steals and thrills
It sneaks in

Vanquishing and smothering suppression
Suppressing all, thought of light regressing
It got in

Get it out, spit it back out.  YOU DON'T WANT THIS TO GET IN!
Phlegm will choke you, but keep going and free yourself from sin
Dark's spittle can never, EVER..
Ah... here we are again my darling
It can win


Details | Free verse | |

Violent Erratic Transgressions

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


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Perpetual Curse of the Almost Men

Formless faces wandering up and down the streets. The fractured remains of better days drifting toward the final act. The Almost Men sag and lurch about as if intoxicated from the sweet ambrosia that is repetition. They sit, silent and paralyzed in dark rooms, transfixed by the equally alluring gazes of the twin Goddesses habit and addiction. The Almost Men were not always so lost and alone. In a time long past, or so they perceive, they were men of purpose and burning desire. They fought for the ideals they believed in. They dreamt of sailing a thousand different oceans; of passionately chasing the endless sky. However their mortal frames outlasted the fire that lit their souls. Leaving hollow husks too tired to deal with the onslaught of the world around them. So the Almost Men retreated into the safe patterns of repetitive existence and turned their backs on their once beloved ideals. Such is their curse, to be filled with great potential only to be consumed from the inside by the overwhelming sense of doubt and fate.



Details | Free verse | |

In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Can Hear The Earth Calling Me To Her Tears

can you feel it the wind that stream through your hair what cause the earth to spin, what cause the earth to cry why can't i find the courage to speak when it stops when can't you see it the tides turning the wells drawing in how can a soul keep going on what suppose to be the most perfect place what is this ramble which comes from a is leveled head this nonsense can you see it now the tears are coming they flow down like a river i can finally see how the pain is the rain and earth is what hurting i can feel it i can feel the hurt that when the rain comes i can feel it it hurts so much nothing is worth it anymore thought nothing else makes sense walking spinning me and the earth bear the guilt of everything now i walk with everything on my shoulder all the hurt the blame the pain nothing more can be said nothing more can be done as the rains falls against my bedroom window i follow in it step and i cry until it let me drift away into the world were pain has no meaning that where I'll go but until the earth cries until the sun rises and everything as it was before at least until the rain returns.


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Murky emotions

Behold! Unto me it will ever so cling,
Often wonder why it lingers on with me,
Untold, it is to make the church bell ring,
Akin to a dark shadow it owns the locked key.

Unchain it from my body please,
Unfathomable within me are its depth,
A quest so forceful will be the need as is,
To get to, where fate has it kept.

Up above for it we peeked and looked,
Down below for it we did search,
Alas! The icy claws had it hooked,
Solitude the path to rock in from its perch.

Forward, I aired with calming mind,
Ahead I moved with a stance so soft,
Frozen heart now melted to be kind,
My feelings they said by now were aloft.


Reflect I practiced every morn for sure,
Pondered much I for every need,
Pure Thought, me knew was the only cure,
For now all that is put forward is pure deed.

Content am I with my present self,
Away has travelled the devilish reign,
Calm is my mind content in itself,
Murky emotions they say I must abstain.

Every morn, now it awaits for me,
To a cool breeze and a warm smile,
And when I look out so green is the tree,
My life they see has just begun to be worthwhile.







Details | Free verse | |

Just Breathe

'Breathe'

'Breathe'

Instances flash forward, inward thoughts spinning,
Moving backwards and front, moving every direction.
Kaliedascpoes of light flood thru with eyes shut.

'Breathe'

'Breathe'

Turning reflections and thoughts away always hard,
If only and what ifs neverending yet, never regret.
Times past so quickly, all choices left you here.

"Breathe'

"Breathe'

With each vision the mind races to grasp a reason.
Changing whats been, you feel the only recourse.
Wanting to pull the time machine out Wait, Stop...

'Breathe'

'Breathe'

Bursting forth with its gaping void of listlissness.
Emptiness engulfs, loneliness grasps toward the soul.
Temptations twist all vile entanglements many ways.

'Breathe'

'Breathe'
 
Holding angst back, actions of kindness your curse.
Aching heart burns cold and wilted, feeling lifeless.
Envy so green for others, so many held all you yearn,

'Breathe'

'Breathe'

Never look back, move forward, "it was what it was".
Future endeavours the only thoughts to truelly have.
Nothing held back, gates open where ever it may lead.

'Breathe'

'Breathe'

The coldness of the air fresh in the lungs; a new start.
The briskness refreshes and lifts spirits slowly up.
Thoughts fade for a second if only momentarily lost.

'Breathe'

'Breathe'


Details | Imagism | |

Rain

Drops falling.
The tears of gods
Forgotten or forsaken
Tapping at windows
Begging for repentance
Those
Cruelly recalcitrant
To their design.


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God Is Awesome and His Beauty Displayed

God Is Awesome and His Beauty Displayed!

God is awesome and his beauty displayed!
He’s my protector!  I’ve no reason to be afraid!

God is wonderful!  And his glory never ends!
He is my Lord!  My provider and friend!

God is magnificent!  And his glory is real!
Behold the God of Abraham, Jacob and Israel!

God is omnipresent! 
 He’s wherever I go!
His son Jesus, has totally
 cleansed my soul!

He’s the reason that I am here today!
I love him much more, than words can say!

He’s the reason why I can face tomorrow!
He’s removed my pain, guilt and sorrow!

His word is my guiding light as I travel on.
It shows me what is right..  And what is wrong!

He put his love, like a shield around me!
I once was lost, but his spirit found me!

He’s given to me his faithfulness!  Forever true!
And spoke to me; “I’ll forever LOVE YOU!”

He’s my rock, my hope and salvation!
Through Jesus, there is no separation!

He can be your God too! 
 Why not come to him?
Through Jesus, is where
 a new life BEGINS!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

evil misunderstood

is there a god of the heavens 
a true hebrew god?

a god full of wrath and love
i find that kind of odd 

is there a jesus of the jews?
a king of the promise land
who works miracles and wonders 
and heals sheep with his hands 

is there life beyond the flesh?
a place of everlasting love 
or is it all make believe?
something we are thinking of 


do we follow jesus or do we follow paul?
and if we follow an apostle why do we follow a messiah at all?

do we live in fear of sin careful of every step we take?
or let our conscience be filled with fear within for his names sake!

how much more dogma can we take?
and decpetion must we believe?
how many more lies must we partake 
for the salvation that we recieve?

what is good what is evil is it something that we hold?
is it convenient to embrace something new for something old?

how can evil be so bad if evil feels so very good?
i truly believe that  evil is just very misunderstood


Details | Free verse | |

Dirty Little Secrets

If wishes were horses
We’d all take a ride and possibly this time
We could cum inside
Without picking up a VD-in-the-box
Or a latent addiction we just can’t detox

Mind, body, soul, heart, head and
Feet imprisoned deep in a concrete 
Complication of humiliation and revelation,
Pushed off bridges that cross
hopes, dreams, desires, expectations . . .

Only to land in realities where we sleep with the fishes.

But who can sleep with the noise
Of bombs overhead
Dropping charges of illumination into
Each and every head

Casting shadows of scattered bones
That litter floors of our closets
Our fears placed on display 
Vegas at night - Psychotic.

Riotous images of 
Things left unsaid,
Things we wish were undone
Resonate in our heads - but

Let us pause to give thanks that only Pandora has the key to

The recriminations that resulted in capitulations
Discriminations that inhibited associations
Humiliations that induced devastation
Prevented cross-pollination
& stopped maturation
Of our very soul – our God’s creation. . .

As we view it through the key hole of an air-tight little box
Reminders of the past the price we pay if it unlocks
Our reminiscing turns broad highways into vicious stumbling blocks
With ghosts of roads not taken swarming round our heads in flocks 
While blows of our poor choices, rain around our heads like rocks

But it is said that every virgin stoned has a chance to receive paradise
So we wish . . .
Hoping that God will swoop down in one big duex et machina with a

Diamond in the back

Sunroof top

Diggin’ the scene with the ability to save all the virgins

As we sacrifice our happiness on altars of regret
Untouched.

by happiness forgiveness
Trust . . .

and we still won’t let go of our
dirty little secrets.


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The Hornet's Nest

The hornet's nest buzzing inside my head growing louder with my softening footsteps If I am still, I may live to welcome peace Strangely, I have forgotten the meaning The hornet's nest symbolizes my ever present fear My quickening heartbeats are like a buzzing, disturbing my sense of self Feeling the ground shifting, I wonder, who am I? I try to quiet the noise Inside my head, the buzzing awakens my senses growing louder with each breath I have heard of fight or flight but where is the source of my fear? I respond with my softening footsteps and slow my pace I do not want to run but fear I am too cowardice to fight If I am still, my shallow breath may deepen I may live to fight my unforeseen battles with my feet planted firmly on the ground, even if my head resides in the clouds at times, to welcome peace would be a great joy Strangely, my fear has become my home These walls are not a fortress I am a prisoner I have forgotten from where my strength comes The meaning of life resides inside these walls... inside of me By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February, 25, 2012 for Et Cetera contest (Debbie Guzzi) Honorable Mention


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Crocodile Grin

Manitou slides 
Doppelgänger silhouette
Ballet prides 
Twisted contorted pirouette
Pierrot dolls glare twingingly 
Stare wistfully from shaded mottled space
Ventriloquist disgusting tricks
From two deceitful 
Face
The magicians hook 
Stare garishly
Whilst he wilfully reels in
Audience of ooh faced crowds
Doused in doubt, at just whats
Happening
A rocking horse
It squeaks the boards
With no child on its 
Back
And forth to kiddie Hell
Wooden teeth, a glare, a smile, a crack
Puppets is as puppets does
Whilst someone cuts the string
A slumped doll, hair shorn
Skipping rope to swing

The troll which lay beneath the bed
Fumbling hands to grab small feet
Spiders who crawl purposely
To join beneath the sheets
But worst of all
Most worst of all, the dreaded curtain smiles
Which changed within a gentle breeze to something thats 
Most vile 


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Wisdom Is A Gift

A little boy sits alone, with a world before him to explore
soon this boy grows up, not that same little boy as before
when reaching adulthood, feeding his curiosity becomes his goal
but he has not yet learned, true wisdom to maintain that control

Now a young teenager in a crowd, he senses he’s different and feels sad
so he inquires of others, and is given answers that to him just don't add 
not long after this young man marries, happy and with a family of his own
he becomes overwhelmed with this depression, and feels like he is all alone

The challenges of marriage were too much, on him taking their toll
reaching that point many of us get to, he begins searching his soul
in time a transformation takes place, a degree of serenity he finds 
his life slowly becomes focused, confidence and belief now shines

How many of us at one time or another, fall into this melancholy and start to wonder 
is it possible that we were so deaf and blind, unaffected even from the noise of 
thunder
all our lives heaven sent us those messages and signs, to wake us, from this our 
slumber
yet we chose to satisfy our materialistic desires, priorities on our list, each with a 
number

Skeptics and scoffers evade the logic of their folly, ignoring the truth hidden from 
within
unwilling to change their ways, acknowledging this truth means having to admit 
their sin
they err lacking the knowledge, G-d does not treat us severely when we repent 
while alive
but if we fail to mend our ways, love and forgiveness, for ourselves alone do we 
deprive

I learned this lesson myself many years ago, praying for direction from the One 
above
never again to put my faith in man, I was rewarded with the wisdom of truth my 
true love
wisdom is within the reach of all, patiently awaiting those willing to drink and draw 
near
with but one condition which all must follow, to acquire true wisdom, sin you must 
fear

Where there is fear of sin, there is enlightenment, and wisdom has a place to call 
home
without fear you cannot control yourself, unhindered, your evil inclination is free to 
roam
your hopes and desires they can really be achieved, but remember to always remain 
true
that road to ultimate happiness, is to acquire that wisdom, a gift understood by so 
few 


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Tomorrow

how will it be who knows know for sure who knows need to know who knows want to know who knows do I want who knows © Ellie Daphne


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It all comes back

Everything comes back

To all who’ve acted cold
Here’s a message loud and bold
Be careful what you do, it all comes back
What you be doing now
It will pay you back somehow
Somewhere further on along the track.

One does not need no books
Of old and dusty looks
To learn this truth, just take a look at life
All those bad moves you have made
Do they ever really fade
Be honest, don’t they cause your mind some strife?

It be wrote within your heart
To make good things a part
Of life, the value seems to be quite high
Yet do another wrong
The comebacks can be strong
You have to learn this truth before you die

When you’re young, you never learn
You might not feel concern
There be no time to feel those pangs of guilt
Yet the damage you have done
Like a flower in the sun
Might someday cause your heart to sadly wilt.


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Babies Fate

Oh,scare the little children
frighten them with blood
titillate their new born needs
warn them of the flood.

Steal their nascent power
chart the Churches course.
Bind them with the force of sin
give each one a cross.

Stall their power to learn
insight from actions
by claiming all for the Church
faith's a transaction.

Bribe the little children first
with milk and honey
damn the warts the rough cohorts
the un-symmetric few.

Oh,scare the little children 
sacrifice in fire
Burn the heathen hordes now
their bodies on a pyre.

Write for them a fairy tale
a holy book of two
gather all their ego dreams
turn for them the screw.

OH scare the little children
the large ones and the small
if He keeps them from their power
why he can have it all.


*The Crusades
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070812003310AAdWrZw 
*The Medival and Spanish Inquisition lasted of 500 years, caused about 6,000 deaths. These atrocities are completely inexcusable. The Inquisition tortures and death were inexcusable. I echo the voice of John Paul II "Forgive us Lord, Never Again" 


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The Wandering Soul

Over hills I walk,
All tongues I talk.
Rivers I crossed,
Pennies I tossed.
and Life goes on.

With women I slept,
Streams of tears I wept.
Silken robes I wore,
Innocent hearts I tore.
and Life goes on.

Every corner I went,
Till my back was bent.
With every sun I watched,
A stick my hand clutched.
and Life goes on


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For All My Pain

Your blood is what was Sacrificed And in Blood we Shall Bathe No more pain nor more hate Will be shed for me ...This is only a desperate dream A slight tender touch on the largest of wounds can leave you screaming for an eternity Dreaming of an escape, A friend from a figment of dark a world from the abyss of my mind Set to fix all of your transgressions Every time you left, abandoned, stranded, forget me A human heart has a limit but It's only I who is left to blame Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain Everyone turning against me I can't keep living a lie like this Lost In Life When death is the only hope Nothing is left to stay But the Fear of being afraid Let me lose this Let me enter another world Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross, is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Tested

The downtrodden have instilled the fear, 
The loss that is never heard,
Could it be the gentle brook,
Or the violent spoken word.
I bestill my mind with dampened spirits,
An ache that never sleeps,
Could it be the rotten corpse?
Or the widow as she weeps.
A thought to tame my wild thoughts,
To brush against a breast,
To feel the hatred well within,
A torturous little jest.
A Solemn word that bring the joy,
A splinter to bring the pain,
Could be the gentle laugh,
Or the twist of Cain.
As I finish my thoughts of the day,
Some words to capture whats real,
I take the pleasure in the pain,
Knowing the world I know is real.


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HOW CAN A BIRD THAT WAS BORN FOR JOY SIT IN A CAGE AND SING

The Cage is so dark and so misty, I can hardly breathe there.
The words that echo there are so melancholic and appalling,
The Voices can only whisper as if they are strangled by Fear.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!

The constellations of night, the luminescence of rainforest,
The infinite azure sky, the crimson horizon, the cozy pond,
The ocean, the stony mountains, even the shady bird-nest,
Everything summons my Heart but still it cannot respond.

My Heart is a song bird that is imprisoned in an inner Cage.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!
Let my Heart fly towards liberty, breaking bars of bondage
So that it can sing in a merry tune again by flapping its wing.


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Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.


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Here in this painted room

I sit here in this painted room
There’s a kind of stillness here
Through all the background din and all
It sounds so very clear
This silence that is in the air
It penetrates my soul
As a kind of glow does fill my being
And the silence makes me whole

I close my eyes, and ask myself
'Hey, am I really here?
Who am I then? Who is this me
I challenge me, the fear
And then that vaguest shadow comes
And I know just who I am
Though I can’t put it into words
Cause words ain’t worth a damn.

As I sit here in this painted room
And the deed it has been done
I realize that in the end
It’s all in the power of one!
And I am it, and it is me
I am, I am, that’s all
And life, and me, and everything
Be oh, so beautiful.

5 April 2013 @1220 hrs




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WHY DREAMING YOU IS A NIGHTMARE

I see you in my dreams, not as a comfort,
Not as an emancipation but as a nightmare.
Those discarded recollections rapidly retort
With dreadful visions that endlessly glare.

I wonder why dreaming you is a nightmare.
Perhaps, I do not possess enough memories
Of you, besides, the good ones are very rare.
My Subconscious visualizes myriad stories.

I shut eyes and try to break my dreamy cage.
Going in a trance, I behold you, I sense you
But opening eyes, I realize that it’s a mirage,
My nightmarish wishes evaporate like dew.


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Forgive me, my Lord

Forgive me, my Lord of Mercy & compassion
Lord of the Worlds; The Holy & The Majesty 
I am your sinner slave, expecting mercy
Have been wrong, ill by body and mind
Here at your door step; in Your House 
Asking your graceful mercy & forgiveness
Am thankful to You my Lord for all You Gave
Am thankful to You for all Your Blessings 
Am Thankful to you for all relations & Friends
Am thankful to you for all that I remember 
And remember not; I am Thankful my Lord
Not a confession of fear; it’s a echoes of heart
I fear You, my Lord not of fear but a thought
Of Loosing Your Love, Forgives me my Lord
Bless me with Your compassionate, all that
You consider good for me and my life a head
Save me from ill of the day & night and after
Bless me with health & make me utilize it
For the goodness of day & night and after
Make me the best of followers of Your Beloved
Beloved of all that there is and will be 
My Mustafa SAW; Peace & Blessing be on Him
My Lord forgive me for my past & my Future
Your are Merciful, Gracious & the compassionate
Forgive me, my Lord of Mercy & compassion
Lord of the Worlds; The Holy & The Majesty 

14.03.12

……………………………..

This poem may be little pessimistic, but there is a hope within (with prayer) and recognition of the fact there man is in existence nothing if he is not grateful to the One who Created him, and to pple around him, What ever one may believe, ultimately human leave behind good/bad thought and actions that one expect to be remembered and cherished. 

Confession out of fear is good, but its better if u realize its out of love for your Creator. The poetry is written in a form of prayer..

If some1 likes it, I am glad and if not .. no worries.. 
Comments appreciated..


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It's Funny

It’s funny the dreams we let die
The things we never try
The reasons we never ask why
The what ifs we carry with us until we die


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Fearless Point of View

The fear of failure got me scared,
like my talent and God are not really there.
Constantly drowning in a sea of doubt,
as I’m afraid to tap into my potential and rise above the clouds.
Inside me, personal ignorance builds a wall around my mind,
blocking the streams of light that stop me from walking blind.
But what fear fails to learn,
is the self-taught courage that frees me to yearn.
The will to thrive beyond the worry.
and the humbleness to know; I’ll never be God
but I shall forever succeed through His glory.
The future is an unknown place for me and you,
but we will make it through,
if we always keep a fearless point of view.

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Your World of Fear Can Disappear

A hidden world, like a heart's inner word
it cannot be seen, nor can it be heard
everyday of your life, it exists
you try to resist, but it persists

Just as thoughts control one's mind
so too, the will power where one can find
a way to cope, or at least to unwind
from troubles and fears that do so bind

Fear restricts freedom, your mind to explore
it is forcing your happiness into a detour
left is desire to find this calm, and be content
better than suffering, with fear to vent

There is no escape, you feel like your bait
only time now stands, between you and your fate
no respite, whatever you might endeavor to do
knowing those worries, nevertheless, will continue

It plagues your mind, and plagues your soul
hearing inner voices saying, "I told you so"
so once again, withdrawing from that chase
retreating yourself, to your secret hiding place

That place of comfort, and place of security
a location guaranteeing you, your obscurity
time has taught you, you have fine tuned
this is your way, to heal your own wound

Overcoming fear is the only way
it requires patience to wait that day
thinking you can rely, to yourself do you obey
but with time, once again you do go astray

To regain control, of your inner world of fears
you need a friend, with whom to share those tears
someone who has been tested, someone to confide
allowing you to open up, and to no longer hide

A friend who listens, allowing you to mend
on a special someone, whom you've come to depend
that beautiful soul, she alone with her tears
knows that secret, to remove those fears

Your friend for the duration, till the very end
she is not into gossip, nor does she pretend
a bosom soul mate, destroying your world of fears
giving you a listening ear, and her heart that cares
 


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At World's End

At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.


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The Hunter and the Hunted

I keep running from something, but I do not know what
It keeps following me no matter the places I go or the doors I shut

I never hear it, but if I wait too long it’s upon me
Though I hide, it doesn’t matter, I’m never free

It’s in my head, it’s in my soul
Filled with dread, seeking control

Constantly running is killing me inside
Sometimes I wish I had already died

Instead I continue my pace, I carry on
I push myself forward in this exhausting marathon

Maybe I’m not running away, but instead towards 
Maybe I shouldn’t be afraid of what’s behind as I continue forward

Falling over and over, I always somehow manage to pick myself up
Despite the doubt and fear, I am confident, never admitting defeat, I know I am tough

My resolve is constantly tested as I hear the voices inside criticize and taunt
But I have undying hope and an iron will, I will get where I am going, I will get what I want



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God Is In Me

I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.


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Into Many Lifetimes

In this lifetime the bond is blood
But these wounds go back eons
We hurt at something seemingly small
But the game of pain 
Has a Great Fall of Fame
Into many lifetimes

Whether we choose to see what is
Our reality is this moment
Or taste disastrous recipes of loathing
The gift of the present is to forgive
As He forgave us
Into many lifetimes

If your promise was to show me pain
I felt the deep pangs of that sadness
And accept what is 
Let’s leave judgment at the doormat
Love requires integrity
Into many lifetimes

I choose forgiveness
For no person is innocent
Like water under the bridge
But when I stare at the water
It doesn’t seem to move
Into many lifetimes

To truly forgive is to allow Being
Release brings evaporation of rooted ego 
Forgiveness is the only way
The Truth and the Life
Created with cobblestones of love 
Into many lifetimes

I forgive myself for my shortcomings
I release my fears and disappointments
This lopsided backpack of pain is too heavy
I forgot I could put it down! 
As I walk the next path
Into many lifetimes


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MAKING SENSE

Stop
and look...
danger lurks
in places that seem
safe to the eye, but somehow it makes sense.


Think,
wait, act... 
achieve much more
with a free spirit;
plan wisely and everything will make sense. 



Entered in Michael J. Falotico's contest,
" Double Tetractys "
Written by Andrew Crisci


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Long Kiss Goodnight

3 years in 3 days,
the horror of replays.
Like a bug caught in a jar,
awaiting the inevitable.
No holes,
asphyxiation in darkness.
Battling in dark fantasies,
the journey of fire.
The burning eternal,
calloused soul.

Scorched at the core,
how much must I endure
before I see the light..
If ignorance is bliss
Should I shut my eyes?


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The Outright Hidden

 When biding entailments of an adoption stay kept - more than otherwise shown; staved off from enlightenment, are these lives of which, we have now coopered and held within their fiery unknown…  
       …Where ablaze are thoughts from far, far reaches, as if each a reddish licked flame from a long lost fire… Fires of which, brushed every shade of burnt orange that still hue of a past sunset’s desire.
        Your sunset, our own living sunset, a sunset awash in its own past beauty or life’s chaos -; now viewed by everyone as hope never surrendered. As if the artist’s hand-hurled, color-of-the-sun fireball - splashed broadside our own clouded gun metal gray horizon – for better or worse…”


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Fear

Sometimes when
you sit back
and think

You just don't
want to

All those thoughts
swirling around
in your head

Confusing everything
that you think
you know

Everything that you've
laid in stone

The entire basis
for your foundation

Your daily
lifestyle

You start to ask
questions

And the soild ground
you once stood on

Begins to shake

And the fear sets in

The fear of the
unknown

The fear of failure

The fear of success


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Why will you not leave me

Why won't you leave me
I beg and plead for this sadness to go
I pray and hope for this anger to subside
I dream and yearn for these thoughts to drain out

Once I loved you,we were family are family
But the pain you have caused me
It's anger and fury still resides in me and haunts my tender mind in my dreams
It's vengeance I try slowly to subdue

And yet do you ever think about the tears you have evoked in me
Do you think about the scars that linger deep in my humble body
The blemishes of their residing hopelessness

The seed of such hate and anger,pain and despair,sorrow and sadness
Had I not yet seen but it is embedded in me I fear in my soul
Memories that grab me by a gigantic force when I in thoughtlessness reside
Bring upon me the fear of never being free

When you so lightly as if by the wind remind me of those painfilled days
When I feel the footsteps of those dark times gone by hollow the ground behind me

Oh how I wish I could let you go, unburden this burden
Know the whisper of forgiveness
Perhaps then I would be restful in my slumber
And alive in my dreams
For you shall no longer hurt me by memories and heartache
That had never known the words I'm sorry

And I will let be in my secret corner of my heart,my mind,my soul
For I will be set free.


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Stasis

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 of....living?


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Trash Talking

You indicated I don’t listen.
I respectfully disagree.
I hear you.
I just don’t like what you have to say.
Pretending to ignore you takes tremendous effort.
Quick to dismiss
that which emanates from a source
other than your own lips –
and it’s not like you’re the only one who likes to hear himself talk.

Trying to sleep
never should be undertaken.
That’s why we fall asleep.
There’s no effort.
Fall’s inevitable.
There’s a season for everything.
But this one’s 
short lived
and seemingly doesn’t come as often as it used to
before global warming and other major concerns
evidently.

… thinking about our earlier discussion
makes me wish I lacked lips
and that the cliché about going in 
one ear and out the other was more
literal than figurative.

I figure eventually this noise will
QUIET DOWN!
so that trying morphs
to falling
and dreamless sleep supplants
the constant drone of something
terribly wrong. 
Panic attacks that 
neverend
or seemingly seem so
prior to this pillow talk –
a case for a better 
container:
containment is key.

It turns out
that my point of entry 
always my biggest nightmare.
Big is such a small word.
I wish it was more attentive
of its status as an anomaly –
just a monosyllabic
monstrosity of awfulness.
B-I-G
A word so tiny
even toddlers
master its annunciation.
BIG!
From that which is so small.

If I said I forgave you
it would be nothing but a lie
but you would not apologize
anyway.

So all this talk is trash.
Be the big one. 
Say you’re sorry.

Just refuse for another  
Pronouncement
of lackluster
underachievement.
My comfort zone.

I’m sorry.
Yet again.


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Lost Paths

Sometimes you have
to lose yourself in
order to find
yourself. 

Lost Paths

 
I know this place,
yet i feel so lost,
I know these people,
but they're
strangers.
There's plenty of
life, but its
drought,
Everything's fine,
but feel danger. 

The air smells so
sweet, but tastes so
bitter;
Its clean here, but
full of litter.
 I see fine, i feel
blind
I'm looking for
something, but what
do i find?

How long have i been
here? 
Lost in this deep
puddle of fear
fear that follows,
stays close near
i must get away from
its gaze so leer

This abyss of
darkness has opened
my eyes
I must leave here
before i get
consumed by these
lies. 

Finally i am able to
introspect
contemplate what it
is i seek
this world is too
perfect, it's
imperfect
Tis its perfection
that makes it bleak.

I have been engulfed
by the flames of
inferno
Entrapped, in the
fallen angel's bosom
I must isolate
myself from this
infinite chasm
Rather i be a loner
than a mourner.

I know this place,
yet i feel so lost
I must take whats
mine and leave fast.
 
I run, run to lose
myself, run with my
only possession, my
heart,
i run to find my
self, find a new
place, a new start.


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Between the ears

I raise my glass 
and give false cheers 
 
Leave on the light 
to hide my fears 
 
Wear make up 
to fade the years 
 
Bow my head 
to avoid their sneers 
 
Run in the rain 
to disguise my tears 
 
Plaster on a smile 
as inside it sears 
 
Gaze at the clock 
as the time nears 
 
Watch it slip away 
as it disappears


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Fear

He is pessimist's prime,
Developing and enveloping our entire minds.
We shatter ourselves just to see him succeed,
But realize with him, we have nothing we need.
So it's time to break the spell he cast,
And pray to God his work won't last.
I thank God for He is always here
Because without Him and with fear,
No cup and no cheer,
For our end would draw near. 


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Secret shame

I have this secret
left untold
and to tell or leak it,
I'm not bold.
It's about me
and I carry its shame,
I'm too afraid to
give this thing name.
When I was young,
a little lad small still
I had a taste of poisins
sweetest kill.
I thought it pleasure
such sin to fullfill.
I'm now penitent,
but given to its will.
It shaped my nature
and held captive my thoughts,
creating imaginings that never
should have ought.
It grew worse
as I gave in to curse
that sickens me
in ways I cannot verse,
I wish to ask your help
but than I'd have to tell . . .
and that I cannot do
secret silenced my yell.
I cry alone and noone
could ever concieve the death
that empties me,
until im left with breath
and heartbeat,
but no will to live,
because my secret
killed what I had to give . . .


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Mask of the Faithless

Why do you run oh faithless one from the direction of his affection? where are you going whilst never knowing the stone foundation of that one true belief Things that aren't seen aren't always not there think of the oxygen you breathe in the air think of what made you and why your here surely the reason exists just to believe in For I am here for you if ever you need together we'll enter intense questioning until we find answers that content the soul or bask in your destruction like a great living black hole One cannot be so stuck in intrigue if he never questions there is no direction floating aimlessly on a sea of dead horses these are the forces that trick as they treat Demons are angels and angels are felt inside as your idol invading with stealth controlling your process then you are owned never again, to be forgiven and atoned Now deemed unworthy cast out by the Lord who doesn't exist now at all, anymore in your warped mind destiny in your palm void of the meaning and never reach a calm The rivers now run in red pools of blood as the false God remains worshiped comes the death of all love never such an evil as the nefarious nephilim known as the creator of man's original sin.


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Suitcase

My room implodes
As I pack my bag.
I drag it from the corners
And pull it down to the center
Brushing off the old stardust
To make room for new.
It is a black hole and I
Am on the edge of it
Standing here in a near vacuum
Capturing the last few breaths
Of old air
And holding them in my lungs.


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Can I trust you with a little secret

Can I trust you with a little secret?
Would your ear promise
And your lips not betray?
Would you fix me in my past
And my present considered a facile?
Would you assume the divine power
And pronounce a second chance from afar?
Would you be human and right
And think me unworthy?
Oh, would you be so vigilant
And be quick to see the my eye specks 
While I ignore the logs in yours?
Would you judge by sight and sound
Or by the spirit that see further of the two?


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The Vengeance of Hatred

up and down feelings
floor to the ceiling 
big and the small
or barely at all
jumble of thoughts
build up like a compost
all of the utmost
useless importance

String me along for days
like ever present
unaware essence
of the magical sun's 
scorching lashing out r
shooting through the vacant space
only one destination
like a certain pinpoint revelation

Stabbing back
we surprise attack
the only shock
comes to me as an afterthought...

I hold in the hatred 
until it becomes sacred
I inhale the passion
nothing more natural
than my outward reaction
addition through the simplest subtraction
the hate is so hard to replace
what is left to drive me 
the anger inside me

I am here because of my rage
brought me to the brink of breakage
just when the point is revealed naked
it disappears, retreating through the  hatred

Where is it hiding? 
I miss the surge
burning into my every word
the last I remember
I was misplaced, self centered
when the source was discovered
a curious love entered
and drove out the negative
edited and erased


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Free Range Fear

There is too much fear in the world these days,
Fear of the unknown, scared in soo many ways!
Phobias of spiders, mice, rats and bats,
Are you frightend of nothing?  Why are you scared of that?

Scared of oppression?  And the way they use aggression?
Are they messing with your head, using psychic suggestion?
Wrestling with your doubts will only lead to fear,
Always looking into shadows.. scared that something's always near.

You're winding yourself up!  There's no reason to be scared,
But it's never as it seems.. so you'd better be prepared.
Because if you're feeling fear, it could be.. you're not ready,
With your trembling legs, and butterflies in your belly.

It's not so strange, that lots of people fear pain,
Being boiled alive, with needles stuck into your brain,
You've got to be careful, I'm afraid to say,
Be quick to make your mind up, to fight or run away.

Would you fill your pants, with a gun to your head?
Now, that's REAL fear.. you could be dead, enougth said!
Some could find your nerves and make you scream for weeks,
They can teach you about pain and how it reaches new peaks.

But the ones like that..  are fearful too,
Of justice, revenge, and the human rights crew.
They should be scared!  I wanna see their faces white,
'Cause they even kidnap kids and slip away into the night!

Now I'll get swept away, as it floods from me,
See, some of these emotions, are as deep as the sea,
Some wanna get a gun, and hunt these sick suckers,
And get them on their knees and say PRAY MOTHERF%%%%%!

See this is the crux..  this is the bottom line,
If they catch you doing that, then it's you that's doing time,
It's never black & white, it's not easy to see..
There are so many fears, it's all part of being free.

Are you scared of the dark, because that's how it began?
Are you scared that it links you to the earliest man?
Who had to hunt to eat, had to kill to stay alive,
And did what they had to, so this race could all survive.

The things to be scared of are the things inside,
You can struggle and fight, but you can never run or hide,
So walk down the street with your head held high,
And face down fear.. because we're ALL gonna die!

But the opposite of fear though..  is to be brave,
Who knows how many lives you could save.
The futures unknown, and we all face change,
It is all just a part of being free-range.


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Satan Wants Me to Be Destroyed And Defeated

Satan Wants Me to Be Destroyed And Defeated!

Satan wants me destroyed and defeated…
So God’s will in my life, won’t be completed

He wants to see me “up against a wall.”
And wants to be there, when I “stumble and fall.”

He wants for my life to “crash to the ground.”
And he doesn’t want any help to be around!

He wants my life to come to a “screeching halt.”
And then try to tell me, it’s all of my fault!

He wants to see every good thing to be destroyed.
He doesn’t want God’s truth to ever be employed!

He’ll twist the truth into any way that he can!
Anything of God…  He doesn’t want me to understand!

He wants to corrupt what I’ll do and say!
And wants to take everything wholesome away!

I need to listen and trust Christ to overcome!
I can do it, through the blood of God’s son!

With him as my Lord, Satan will have to flee!
I seek the blood of Jesus to daily protect me!

A invite you Jesus to complete your will in my life!
And ask for your blessings upon my family and wife!

I seek Jesus!  Behold his awesomeness and power!
Jesus is the victor!  Satan is defeated this very hour!

Thank you Jesus! For redeeming my soul!
Because of your shed blood…  
Satan has to go!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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Pencil


Number 2 HB, Number 2 HB, Number 2 HB,              

I have know you all my life.
  
Your slender ORANGE silhouette, dressed in a neat fashion. 

Tight laced, tightened up, and tarnished.

So put together. 

You break easily under pressure.

      SNAP!                     

 I break easily under pressure.

      SNAP!                  

The melancholy, the LEAD, the dread.

Sharpened is my mind like the point, DULL is the enemy.

We are quite the same you and I, 

we both unravel after every transgression. 

Smaller and smaller we become till there is NUB. 

Where are you number 1 HB?


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My Mind is a Maze

Can you feel this heat?
I'm smoldering beneath the ashes..
I feel so naked,still.
Cradling the misgiving and mistakes, I fear this is the cycle of insanity.
Free the chains and lift me from this water, so suffocating and debasing.

I want purged of my past, it is festering within me.
My body is a cell, my mind is the prisoner.
If I cared less, felt less, would I be less broken in the end?
Every calculated move,and yet I still don't add up in my mind.

Oh, these insecurities could eat me alive.
Instead, they rip and tear at my peace of mind, leaving me with only a frayed thread to dangle from.
How I unravel so perfectly and haphazardly.
I fear my need might just burn us down.
yet I feed the fire, I poke and I prod. I push and I doubt. 

I struggle to ignore this incessant clawing at my skin as I wait for sleep to come.
Can you lay here now with me and will me back to dreams?
Enveloped in your arms I feel safe, your heartbeat is my lullaby.


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Fear Not The Darkness

Fear Not The Darkness

Fear not the darkness of a shallow grave
 laugh at the folly of living to save
Treasures on your greed filled list
 dance as if death does not exist

Forgive at least one unforgiveable deed
 let heart seek comfort not stir greed
Strike the fear from your lost soul
 dream of another very precious goal

A love that blesses all that which matters
 leaving behind the failings that shatter
A gift so often found when one looks away
 creating a heart that never ever strays

Fear not changes that send a greater life
 cut away such fear with a spirited knife...

Robert J.Lindley , 06-15 -2014


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Immortally yours, The Night Time Day Dreamer

I want to go lower, so I can survive the lifeless crazy if only I could scream so all the stars can hear me shadow dancing on the river Styx the river flows that way, while I swim this and I never ever, let her in again for she could do damage, beyond repairing for she could explode in me, like a great atom bomb and then I'm left dancing, beyond the beyond Will I ever, never come home? we shall know sometime, in the near unknown I've almost gone dead again living in the only constant lying in a bed of defeat bouncing right back, like a song on repeat I heal so fast, what was that which hit me? I've already forgotten, you were ever against me Undefeated, invincible this world couldn't kill me, in principle I'm the rising unholy, now know me, immortal three is the number, that makes my perfect circle I'm inside the night, all walled up tight I still haven't faded, that made it all right I've taken a turn, and learned to be better after wearing your skin, like an old sin filled sweater you couldn't get me, it tempts me to fail then maybe you would have, just once chance, in hell.


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Frail

The heat of the water burns my skin 
And Yet I remain cold within
The water streams down my face
Like a quiet creek 
Quickly coursing
Falling softly where my tears should be
All the days that I 
Just want to scream 
To hit something
 To sense relief
All the night I want to disconnect my head
And all the thoughts that you 
Are kept alive within
No tears fall 
Their purpose has been lost
They have been spilt 
For no result
Frustration surfacing
Held together by love
Can’t release anything
Emotions are numb
How heat of the water burns my skin 
And Yet I remain cold within.


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Forever Gone

That generation had come, no name
Signed, sealed in blood, became the lame
No perception of time, there was no date
Their hands were scanned entering the gate
Digits, the Matrix had come fulfilled
Not worth a dime, the dollar bill
Stock Market fell through in New York
Great storms, bad weather to report
They all bowed low to the great lord
She never moved, just held her torch..
Nothing made sense, the time dragged on
No difference between you or your clone
Abortion now banned, the cities thrived
Mutants clinging, in need of life
Who is God in all this pain!?
Not one invoked Him by His name
Therefore, the time kept on and on
The One they knew, forever gone


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Normality

It feels like I gave away all of my soul
All in false hopes of saving his own

And what now have I left to show for it all?
There’s nothing left but nothingness

Alone with my thoughts once more
Alone with what I can’t ignore

I have far less to react with now
Far less to feel with, you see
there’s less me

Ever as deplorably far from normality
As I can possibly be


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Disease

Jealousy disease.
It's common and contagious
Leaves some in denial

Shrewd eyes tell a tale
Some call it Jealousitus
Try not to catch it


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Sorry

Trailing up the valleys,
Following the tear drops that lay barren on the flat ground.
Speaking to the unknown,
Whispering to the unsaid.
Sobbing under my breath,
As the dark winds carry me away.
Tracing my fingers on the stench on misery,
Wondering if they can feel my heat.
Looking eye to eye,
To the loneliness itself.
Reaching out to give it care,
Reaching out to show love.
As the winds grow into roars,
Sending me away.
Flashes of light skimming by,
Taking my breath away.
Knocking out any emotion with-held upon myself.
I look back,
As I'm being dragged away,
To only hear a whisper soft enough to put a baby to sleep.
The word stalking my mind,
I have left.
I have abandoned them.
As they whisper sorry.
Wonder, 
Is all I can rely on.


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Take Me Home

Take me home, 
But it will be okay.
What if we can be a role model for someone else?
Then I'll stay.


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Love's Lies






Like a warm knife through the butter of the soul, 
The insect that scratches the ear drums as we watch love's lies lay eggs of waste
Till they're in the mouth of your mirror's reflection of fear
least someone should lie themselves into a care of this placebo of lust.
 Till eyes turn against nature to the arid desert of exhaust
the emotional orgy to the mental climax of the unreal.
Descriptions of the void so vivid stirs a chuckle refusing to be hydrated with tears
Cynical text mid composition stirs the stomachs dragons....sighs
O how love's lies have caught us.


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There Shall Come A Great Tribulation

There Shall Come A Great Tribulation!

You’ll find In the Bible... 
In the book of Revelation.
One day... There shall come
 a great tribulation.

There shall be famine and war 
this world has never seen.
"Satan's fury" being poured 
out upon everything.

The Antichrist will appear 
as "the world leader."
"The man with all of the answers."  
"A great world healer."

People won't be able to buy or sell
 without a mark on their hand.
While corruption and wickedness 
prevails throughout the land.

Our only hope and answer during 
much chaos and anxiety.
Is Jesus.  In HIM we can 
have life abundantly!

This world shall one day 
perish and pass away.
 God's truth and his word are here to stay!

Come to Jesus now... 
He invites you to come.
Accept the gift of eternal life 
from God's precious son!

He's our only hope in this
 world which we live.
He is so patient and kind... 
willing to forgive.

Will your name be in God's 
book of life someday?
Are you ready to meet him on judgment day.

This world... or Jesus... the choice
 by you must be made.
The price for your soul... 
on Calvary... has been paid!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Lost One

Lost one
Tossed one
Tossed to and fro
and here and there
Lost one
Desperate tears 
Burdened,
By a world of cares
So much fear, it tears
Down to the last fiber of being
With no one
or no thing,
To give some kind of remedy
So torn,
So broken,
Just as these words are spoken
Hurting,
Deep inside, choking
Choking down the emotions, hold it in
Because these might be the last emotions, he’ll ever have again
Within, starting to grow,
More and more numb
Without 
Love,
No one to show him some
The lost one,
Tossed one
Tossed, by the worldly system
In this dog eat dog world
Where everyone is expendable
The lost one,
I am
Soldiering, in search of peace
Up and down the streets
For whoever,
Whatever
Can give me some relief
By any means is necessary
Whatever they may be
Be it God,
or be it guns
Whatever my choice may be,
It’s mine
I’ll own that
I’ve waited on you too long and,
The sun is setting
Now is the time
I’m tired of being lonely
Tired of being that lost boy
Waiting on you to find me, to hold me
Just hold it
Truth be told,
I just might be a lost cause
Just as a corpse-filled coffin,
Bracing a six-foot fall
I might be done
And if so,
Let that day come
Where mind and body’s at peace
No matter what race I’ve run
No matter what wrong I’ve done
Let it be known,
On my tombstone
I lived and died,
As just 
A lost one


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A Different Fear

Remembering fear.
The sweat of retreat when one can never seem
to run far enough or fast enough.
Remembering the Christian children’s chants.
Devil worshiper, godless,
the taunting hell they saw for those
not blessed to be themselves.

The jeer of the crowd for those not part.
The mob mentality of the Christian heart.
The damn you if your not me to a girl of eight
defies any memory to obliterate.

Breathless behind 
a hollow core door gasping with tears
a heart pounding 
with the hate thrown the Jew bated.
Was this even an inkling of what Tanta felt
as the German’s knocked down the door.
The marks on her skin brought memories
of trains and camps and more.

And, here in America land of the free
in a place which prides itself on Christianity
remembering the fear at eight, at twelve 
and at eighteen every Christmas in between.
Don’t tell, don’t speak, don’t let them know
your different from them…………..
different hated, taunted, chased and if possible erased.

Remember the fear the mob, the gang, the chanting group
when you stand, and pray, when you say Amen.
Remember Christ was a Jew and what was done to him.
Pray that this is never done to another child again.

*Tanta means Aunt in Yiddish...the combination of German & Hebrew that most Jewish folk 
speak. Yes this is me and yes half my family is Jewish. BUT I am not considered Jewish by 
Jews. Judaism is a matrilineal religion.


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The Runaway

It's too much to deal with
With too many thoughts with too many people with too many hearts
Tired of the emotions
Tired of the knots
Of stress in my back and tired of the shots
Dealing with others and other peoples plots
Family and friends and lovers forgot
It's so easy to replace the stress and the plots
The scenery, the people, and the old is forgot
I love to runaway
For change in a better way but then sometimes I miss my old days
I find myself wishing and praying in a gaze that this new path is really a better way


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So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


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Lump in my throat

LUMP IN MY THROAT
 
Please take the lump
Out of my throat
I’m trying so hard
Not to give up and choke

Panic and stress 
Worry and grief
I’m a wreck and a mess
Troubled beyond belief

No work or money
But bills piled high
Isn’t it funny?
I break down and cry

Every few minutes
I fall into pieces
Sobbing –no way to win it’s
Adding wrinkles and creases

To my once youthful face
Now drawn down with fret
If I escape this place
I’ll never forget

But, I won’t look back
Just straight up ahead	
Not counting what’s lacked
No staying in bed

Please take this lump
Out of my throat
I’m trying so hard
Not to give up and choke


Written by Leah J Chesser
12/2/2012


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My thoughts, On thoughts

My intentions are never to misguide you, nor to judge you.. My ambition is clearly to enlighten you, brighten you, hold the stars so close that it feels like they can ignite you...Spontaneous, never erroneous, like 4 leaf clover with a hint of some fairy dust....it surely must not be enough, because you stand as if empowerment was man? your eyes lack sincerity that can be scattered among the land, just so that it could be proven, but what is life breathing having anything to do with, your character, your inherited nature, your mind of a million thoughts untamed and ungrateful? bastards or his children, we all are forgiven. life is not a game there is a reason that its given. though you blind creatures can be easily deceived and tossed to the wolves where not a seed is less treated.. Equality is universal: not spiritual nor commercial, facts are like blood, once it leaves you it hurts you.. The soul is beyond minds read, we cannot fathom nor conceive. but our virtues are still, so for this time we shall believe.


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A Soldier Departs

A soldier dies for the sake of his country
He lived in a land where we’re all meant to be free

Bleeding from his wounds he speaks before his life is done
“Not every soldier goes to heaven and I fear that I am one”

“I fought to save the innocent from suffering”
“I fought so hard but I couldn’t save them from dying”

He gasps as he chokes on his tears
His mind is but a fleeting memory thinking of long forgotten years

“My parents said to grow up and live strong”
“If they could see me now, would they hold me before I’m gone?”

“Or have I crossed the line between man and beast?”
“Oh Lord I beg of you, let this pain cease”

“Or has God forsaken man?”
“Does it matter? I’ve already fought and died for this land”

Hovering between life and death
He speaks with his last breath

“Is God watching now, have I done well?”
“If not heaven, where else can I go? For I’ve already seen hell”


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Manic

Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat
Of combustive, collapsive
Crossfire from echoing throat
Or burnt-bridge lungs
A visceral nymph thoughtlessly thieves
On Benedict tongue
Thrashing in maddened pace
Too shrill a manifesto
Skeletal soldiers charge
A red hill
Unsteady, uneven, not ready
Frenzy, not frolic
I am not a goddess
There is something to fear
I am something, I fear


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Purging

I thought about vodka, I thought about sleep.
I thought of the world, laying idle at my feet.
I thought about a pick me up, I'd though to push you down.
I though about the little things I couldn’t keep around.
I thought about him and every single him before,
I wondered what I’d be like if I’d learned to hold the door.
Through silently maiming and thunderous shaking,
it rattles your bones, empties bottles worth breaking,
while killing the blame, whether giving or taking,
like uncalled out claims that I should have been staking
and burning down bridges, this mess that I'm making;
remedied, if I’d escape this constant state of waking.


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Sleepless Nights

A ghost that haunts my thoughts
my nights are fearful
My guilty conscience pressing me
reminding me of my misdeeds
I gasp, eyes wide open
begging him to leave me
I seek forgiveness and release
from those I`ve decieved
I clutch the blankets
sweat trickling down my face
He stands there above me
his horrid face looms in
I turn away
but his cold lifeless breath
touches my ears
I shiver in fear
Let me sleep!
I beg you
Let me sleep! 
At least a night or two
release me from your curse
Leave me alone
give me some peace
I`ll atone for my sins
So let me sleep.



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I Was Stumbling Around With No Way Out

I Was Stumbling Around…

One day, I found myself  “stumbling around.”
Any true peace in my life was nowhere to be found.

The satisfaction I was looking for, just wasn’t there.
I got to the point in life where I didn’t even care!

There were some “dark” things I tried to hide.
But this body of mine was really aching inside!

The habits I had, were pulling
 in a “downward momentum.”
The things I did…  I don’t want to mention them!

I knew that my life was crashing down fast!
Any kind of pleasure I tried… It didn’t last!

What was I going to do?  I began to ponder.
I was very confused and began to wonder…

Then one night I cried out to God, in Jesus’ name.
Things in my life would never be the same!

I cried, “God…Will you take me?” 
 “I’ve nothing to give!”
I was really discouraged and tired of the way I lived!

Just when all seemed hopeless with no way out…
God touched me with his love throughout!

As ttime went by, and I learned to trust him…
He did so much for me!  How much I love him!

He took away the uncertainties, doubts and fear.
I now know he’s with me.  He’s always here!

I’ m not stumbling around!  My path is brightened!
By his glory and beauty, my life is enlightened!

I thank you Jesus and give praise to you alone!
You’ve blessed my life, my heart and home!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

The Culinary Asylum

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink
All my friends have left me behind.
I know not what I want or what I think
I have a dark and empty mind.

I fled to the outskirts of sanity
And I found I was not alone.
For I’m wont to be just a vanity
On the marbled desert we roam

How can one be sane in an insane world?
It’s much easier than you think.
Just remember that we can all be pearls
Our ever-changing world is pink.

So now I think this predicament is
Not as bizarre as it may seem.
And now I must wish you a good night miss.
Safe travels in this land of dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

Rained Filled Clouds

Rain filled clouds are what follow me now ,
No sunshine for me these days and smiles are not aloud.
My sight is blurry now and can't listen to what you say,
It was you who has caused this and why I am feeling this way.
Hold on tightly now It has been the ride of my life ,
But somehow it slipped away like a thief in the night .
How did I not see it so plainly writen on the wall,
Never in a million years did I expect to lose it all.
But here I am standing with my back  turned away,
For I can not face the sadness you brought me this day.
Why has this happened to me and just what will I do,
Shell of a man in a life that was suppose to be spent with you.
It's over now and it's all becuase of you 
I just cant see  theres anything you can do .
 Blinded by the love  for you never a  reason to doubt,
So quickly I learned howI will be going without.
 The warmth of a love you brought to me ,
 Now I will live without what was meant to be .
You were always a a part of the world I've grown to know,
Now that your gone the sadnees in my face will forever show.
These cloudy days bring me nothing but pain,
My life forever will be only me standing in the rain.
TAC


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decision

Words that linger upon these lips The sealed faith that cannot be erased Traces of what was Remnants of what is The falsity in his eyes the single shout of a cry Wondering why oh why Did you choose to die The words that conspired to tell a lie The answers that form to leave her torn Unto this world she is born anew Trying her hardest not to live in spite No truth to be found Numbness consumes as her vision starts to blur Another day into the lies in which she creates A faded picture on the wall tells a story to us all Her dreams of them two no more His face caught between the fade and the fake Indecision on her mind Trying to decide Was it wrong or was it right The fear that enters her mind The regret that she wishes she never met His heart beat how bitter and sweet The comfort she felt knowing he was right there Torn away as if he was just a mistake Another lie inside her mind She wishes she can find another place to hide 10-20-09


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Dead Winter

They wanna say that I feel dead inside;
I’m no more dead than that tree in the yard.
The one with no color, no sense of direction
The one left abandoned, the one by the road.
The one that kept growing, though nobody liked it –
The one that kept living, through all of the torture.
As weird as it sounds, I kind of admire it, that tree.
Every year, it falls down.
Nature kicks it, beats it, leaves it left for dead.
Every year its covered by the ashes of the past year,
And like the phoenix, rises every year for another beating.

I know I said I was like the tree, but I’m not.
That tree is strong, noble even.
Standing tall in the realm of undead, it’s a symbol,
A beacon that there is something beyond the darkness,
Beyond the barren, beyond the white…


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DIGGING FOR TRUTH

DIGGING FOR TRUTH
IS A HARD THING TO DO
YET ONCE IT'S DONE
WALK IN THE SUN

DOING THE HARD THING
OFT TIMES IS AVOIDED
DEFINATELY POSTPONED

MANY OBSTICALES MAY PUT ONE BACK
BACK IN THE DARK
OF TEARFUL
FEARFUL NIGHTS

NIGHTS FULL OF DRY TEARS
THE DAYS CANNOT FILL THE YEARS
ONE THINKS DEATH MUST COME
SO FIND THE TRUTH FOR A BATTLE WON

PAINFUL YES
YET ONLY IN THE LOSING
HEARTS DON'T REALLY BREAK
HEARTS TAKE A LOT OF BRUSING
   (C)...CATHERINE BUCHNER 2012


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I Implore You

I.
 Spare me from your pity,
show me no love.
Burn me in hatred,
render me helpless.

II.
 Refrain from giving me hope,
that you reciprocate my devotion.
I`d rather you scorn me,
than mercilessly deceive me.

III.
 Please don`t leave me wondering,
don`t tease me with that sweet smile.
Embrace me not if it`s all just a lie.
Don`t drive me further into insanity than you already have.


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Suicide Is Not the Answer


Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend.
Many people wish for their life to end!

There are many circumstances
that bring this about.
Many feel "trapped in," and think
"there's no way out!"

I admit,...  I have been very
discouraging thoughts.
Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt
"the wrong lot."

But just when I feel alone
and trapped within.
I think about Jesus! He's always
been my friend!

I've called to him more than a time or two...
When I didn't know
"what I was going to d."

When, to him, I cried out and pleaded...
He's given to me the hope
and direction I needed!

I recommend this same Jesus
to your life today!
Whatever your problem...
He has made a way!

An abundant assurance
Is what Jesusbrings!
He is an awesome God!
And can take care of everything!

Your problems are never too big
or small for him to take control.
He can bring healing to you!
And make your body whole!

He is what's needed! In this lost
and dying generation!
Won't you accept his mercy
and salvation???

By Jim Pemberton   2012





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One Claim

How does one claim change the fate of a man?
Tell me, how does that fate change the way of a land?
When all he wants to do is make a new home
He left it all behind for the man on the throne

Its easy to say what you need 
When you know where you're going
When you first start to bleed
I bet it's easy - to be that man
When a murder of crows is at your command.

When you've walked with your knuckles
Dug deep in the sand.
The stories start to change 
When the time starts to bend

We all pass down what we've learned from the "man"
But I bet it's different when it't given
By the very first hand...

It's given never taken, only festers within
When your told where to start
But not where to end.
I bet it't easy to be that way
To blind yourself to life
To follow sheep the whole way

So how does one claim change
The fate of a man?
Tell me, How can that fate change
The ways of a land?

When all he wants to do is be at home...
But throws it all away for a shot at the throne.


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David and Goliath

David and Goliath

When David heard Goliath bring
God’s name disgrace.
He wondered if any man would
challenge him, face to face.

All the men in Israel were scared,
and not this brave.
For if they lost, they’d be
the Philistines’ slave.

King Saul wondered if anyone
would challenge this man.
David accepted—knowing
this was God’s land.

With a small stone he
chose from a river bed,
He faced Goliath, with God placing 
the stone into his head.

Perhaps there’s a GIANT in your
life that’s causing you fits.
Your trust must be in Jesus.
This--you must admit.

Lust, anger, pride—
whatever your giant might be.
Defeating this giant, with God’s help,
will bring you the victory!

By Jim Pemberton


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Too Late

I’m sick and tired of the violence that conspired through the time when I was 
young. Just a little girl, may have been not too bright, nevertheless still not dumb. 
Looking back on the times, when the pain escalated and I didn’t say a word, my 
window of opportunity pass by, slip through my fingers as grains of sand. Time 
has expired and yet I still have not said a word. Have not opened my mouth to 
speak a sound, a whisper, a tone. Instead kept quiet as if I had never even 
learned. Whether it was because of fear if words were spoken or anxiety of the 
expected outcome. What was the real reason in which I acted as a mute. Too 
young to say too much, nevertheless had ample reason to state a dispute. 
Avoiding argument, debate, or even more so... more abuse. Regardless of my 
age at the time, or even now as an adult, that fear is still deep rooted inside of 
me, part of my past unfortunately part of my future as well. I carry it around as a 
pain in my heart a little part of my heart that has been strangled and damaged as 
a disease with no cure. My only hope is that I don’t go in to relapse to that life of 
torment and pain, where it takes over my life and body and leaves me disabled, 
limp, breathless without strength or pride. Before I am to ever get to that state, I 
just pray for the ability to speak, to say a word, to raise my voice loud and let out a 
cry. Never again will I allow for it to be Too Late.


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Never Love

“’Twas better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.” 

What?

To have loved so deeply and completely that the love consumed you heart and soul.
To waken each morning looking forward for the first time in your life to the day before you.
To trust and place all your faith in someone after years spent believing you never would.
To allow yourself to need and depend on someone other than yourself.
To feel safer than you ever dreamt possible

Only to have your heart ripped beating from your chest. 
To feel more alone and lost than when you first begun.
To watch your hopes and dreams torn to pieces before you’re very eyes.
To be left with only pain where there once was joy.
Sorrow and grief in place of the overwhelming happiness you so often wished you’d never found.
To become paralyzed, frozen in the hell love left you in.
So much more alone than you have ever felt.
Desperation taking away the freedom love had offered.
Immense fear where you’d found safety.

Better to have loved and lost?
Better to feel as though you cannot go on?
Better to fear sleep for the dreams that never stop taunting you?
Better to wish you would never awake to another day of heart wrenching tears?
Better to feel lost and empty unable to perform the simplest of tasks?

Than to have never loved at all
Never to feel the pain.
No expectations.
No disappointments.
No despair.
Never to be lost.

‘Twould be better to never love than to love and have it lost.”


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Disheartened Ramblings

It was so uncomfortable,
The tension: Like two strangers
Just waiting to step on each others toes.

Don't put your face so close to mine
I wouldn't want you 
To do me any favors!

It's been almost a week.
I'm getting angsty, I'm getting anxious,
I'm getting frustrated.
I need a cigarette!

Maybe I should listen.
Maybe they're right.
Did I impose myself here?

They couldn't be any further from the truth.
I'm not holding on to anything.
How could I? It was never mine in the first place.

Today I decide and tomorrow I wait.
It's not just another Saturday
No, this one has some weight.

Stupid? Not for long.
Friends? I won't say goodbye.
I wonder how long it will take to realize I'm gone.
I wonder if you'll call.


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Running From Ourselves

Racing through the night
Our hearts must take flight

As the beasts give chase
We flee from our fall from grace

Consumed by sin
We desperately ignore the evil within

The devil lurks near, preying on our fear
The apex of insanity becomes uncomfortably clear

We are young and we are mislead
We are apathetic and we are dead


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Privilege

You've lived a nice life
with little you have to fear.
Those few moments
you felt a twinge of fear,
you had the good luck,
or the good sense,
to retreat,
and you breathed
a deep sigh of relief, 
and maybe,
for a good moment,
you reflected,
on your good fortune
not to be born among those or,
of those,
for whom fear is always
a good part of life.
But, for you, the fear soon passed
and you always took advantage 
of your advantage,
and only gave a passing thought
to those, who at any moment
might be denied justice, or
found one day mutilated
and raped in a hotel room, or
dragged to death down a
country road, or
left pistol whipped to death
and hung from a
Wyoming fence.
You see little connection
between these things
and your nice life
and the little
you have to fear.


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Luciferia II-- The Damned

Run away Run Away No matter how Far You will never escape my dark hands of faith Wicked and Damned you are my Sin Darling Don't you Tremble when I embrace you The cold and Dark may fill every marrow But at least there were here For You Tell Me how they So Loved You Tell Me All of your fears When the world is done and all their trust will render Undone I will always be with you And Now We cease to Exist Luciferia I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be Draining into the Night Shivering With the Smallest of Frights I am the Ghost In Your Dreams I watch You Through the Window Yes that is your name Written In Blood Are You Scared? Are You Suffering? The Dark fate is what was Meant to Be This is what happens when you Brake Us with Words Destroy us with sights Twists are minds Set our will On Fire I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be


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Journey From Death To Birth

Ego? What ego? I threw it out the window my self-confidence I'm sure you meant has swelled sped up to tempo Jesus is in me, for I consumed him whole I guess that makes me holier than most the status=quo Two separate angels are fighting for my life one's guarding me in daytime one's guiding me through night if I seem uptight, it's because the pressure is held under the gun of the high noon sun and rising clouds of steam thick white if I find I'm right, the time has now come will the unforgiven angels and demons begin to be the abstaining ones? Will I learn my lesson? or just go on the plight of hate consuming the remaining traces of what the darkness couldn't take my biggest fear is that a fate turns not really real to see floating on higher planes these days is hardly new to me until an inner peace, invades me in discretion black rosary, please show me the way in your direction


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Blades of Apathy

Memories scarcely recollected
as if the frail pictures hold traces of
shame—no, not shame—
a contemptuous emotion strung
upon such intruding truths,
basking and waiting
for words to record its frumpy 
existence—gone . . .

There is a fear lurking where
honesty resides, as blades
of apathy slash away at the edges
of time—making way for 
distant sadness. . .and a cool blur of
Heartless 

-May 30, 2014-


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Feast Or Famine

Passionate kisses fall upon my hungry lips, 
As loving hands, caress my cheeks. 

Knowing eyes look deep into my soul, 
Searching for my innocence 
That wanders lost and starving 
Inside my darkness.  

Soothing words call forth restrained emotions 
Locked deep within the ravenous confines 
Of my loneliness.  

The sweet aroma of your passion 
Wafts gently into my nose 
And fills my head with the promise 
of your delectable sustenance. 

Do I break my fast 
And ingest your delicious promises 
That entice my hungry senses? 

Do I let my love starved innocents 
Be found by your searching eyes? 

Shall I follow those soothing words 
Straight to the rapturous bounty 
That is your love? 

Or trust those loving hands 
And take hold, 
And be pulled from the dark depths 
Of my loneliness and emotional famine? 

Am I ready 
to feast upon the sumptuous banquet you offer, 
Or has my appetite been lost forever? 

I think I will just taste your passionate kisses
And let my heart decide 
How hungry it really is.


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Unabiding Ritualistic Radiation

A ritual born as radiance toils straight forth from my center eye threatening to overshadow everything that you are like a bad cancer that takes life from afar that takes back what was never given and return what was never there as a sign you truly care if not now when, how and where? I can't feel back very long I can't send back what went wrong I can't sense that in a fog that's encircling so many pawns A blue baby is always sad just maybe there's more to that his happy gland broken, he hopes it back pick up the pieces then glue them intact I am more than a maybe but less than a yes more better than average yet far from best at least not the worst its reserved for a time when I give up trying and pay all an unpaid mind A care these days is hard to give a bad decision is hard well lived a stare unknowing to spark a burst that sets off a chain into random verse that starts a seance of heavy chanting until blood and sweat build from heavy panting I'm alive, survived where others fell went in and came out of the wishing well with more than just a fist of pennies I let loose a wish so pretty it will radiate now for years to come why do I wait forever when twenty eight years have come and gone?


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Man overboard

My bedroom has been flooded
and now I'm drowning in my thoughts.
Questions of what is and what isn't
floating about like hundreds of jellyfish.
They wait for me to venture out
so that they can sting me and send me 
sinking
into the abyss that is my very own mind.
There are also two sharks,
Loneliness and Depression.
The scent of blood in my veins
has made them hungry.
I can't swim
and I have no place to hide.
Man overboard!


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Open My Eyes to Reality

I know you, you know me, me who knows we`ll never be.


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Now

Now…

I can’t continue in this state of mind
No relief and it’s my belief now
That I may be past my prime
If what I need can never seem to be
Who am I failing other than myself?
My wife? My children?
My life and my reason for being…
Because I could care less 
About my own emotion and welfare 
Except in the way that it may affect them negatively

I’m overburdened with the realization that all I am
Is simply not enough anymore
And that reaching inside myself for answers
Supplies me with none
My silence now is both my only friend
And my worst enemy
Inside or out
Outside or in
My longing is for neither…

To be alone with myself
So I may hurt no one other than myself
This is my only sanctuary now
And while I cannot stand to be alone
It is how I feel inside that makes me this way
Which for so long has remained unchanged… 


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interment

 Interment

I sat by the window trying to catch sunbeam, when a man 
in a black suit, that hung loose on his skinny frame, walked 
past and I saw him disappear where the sandy road ends 
and the olive grove begins. For reason unknown to me he
cried, tears rolled to the lane like a broken pearl necklace

I sat by the window trying to catch a sunbeam when he 
returned pulling a an open coffin with a solid handle and four
suitcase wheels; in it a woman, in her best nightdress sat, 
darning wooly socks. The man looked at me shrugged his 
scraggy shoulders as to say: a wife´s work is never done. 

I sat by the window, had caught a tiny sunbeam held in
my hand when the black suited returned pulling the same 
coffin, its lid was held in place by ropes.  I opened my 
hand released the trapped sunbeam, the vista of grief 
vanished and the day was bright and sunny. 
 


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In Wonderland

Tick Tock
Reachin' for the Clock
Hip Hop 
My mind don't stop

Hand Fan
Coming to a stand
Neat Feat
Wont get from my seat

Strong Long
My body's so wrong
Teenie Tiny 
He looks almighty

Loud Proud
Voices in the clouds
Room Boom
To big to assume

Space Race 
I'm not in this place
Head Bed
Full of lead

Stars Mars
Sitting in the sidecar
Grow Woe
Eyes a no show

Grip Grin
Hands so thin
Fine Line
Sanity's not mine

Girth Mirth
Coming back to earth
Hulky Hazy 
I must be going crazy




This a poem I wrote sometime ago about the strange things that would sometimes happen to my senses of time and size. It is only recently that I found out that it was actually known as Alice in Wonderland Syndrome.


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Under The Waves

Never quite in my grasp,
just a little out of my reach.
The sweet relief from life,
it lapses away at my feet,
pulling and pushing.
An irresistible tide,
waiting to drag me under.
To a world inside.

Impossible becomes reality.
In this new world under the waves.
A world that evades me,
even as I dive under the waves.
I plunge deeper and deeper.
The very world I craved,
turning into a nightmare.
No longer evading me.
impossible becomes reality,
as i struggle beneath the waves.
now the world of light,
to far from my reach.
The fears of the world,
now the tide around my feet.
Pulling me farther into the deep.
Creatures once pure and alive,
pull me to an impossible grave.
I struggle as if all of it was real,
desperate to escape.
Such an impossible reality.
The light fades from the surface,
reality now impossible. 
in such a mad world,
lying beneath the waves. 
I lose the game,
as the world is just inches from my reach.
I let go of hopes of the world,
of the pure world,
that lies somewhere beneath the waves.

I awoke on the beach.
Peaceful sleep,
still a stranger to me. 
I gaze into my mind and know,
That that night,
I'll not again,
dive beneath the waves. 


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Brush

I sit in front of myself, 
Finding my way into my own eyes, 
Searching for myself in my mirror,
Though I do not recognize this figure the light reflects,
I gaze past my trasparent face,
Looking for me,
I wipe invisible tears that never fell away,
Seeing the hidden scars appear,
Each contain a memory,
Revealing me,
Yet I paint make-up onto my body to suit society,
Showing what I desire to become,
I envy sypathy,
Since I know many have it worse,
My eyes remain dead,
I force them to enlighten,
Yet my bogus ways can’t even fool me,
I fear I am fake,
But isn’t everyone fake,
So would I be considered normal,
I don’t know,
Taking a deep breathe,
Tasting the air,
It is bitter, cold, dry, harsh, and judgemental,
I continue to stare at my mirror,
Hoping to find a piece of mind,
Feasibly an answer,
Expunging the stains on my bones,
Amending my facial expression,
Stealing an empathetic tone,
Craving joy,
Reenacting a ceased happiness,
But my kindness is often mistaken as weakness,
I can’t expect to be accepted in the world,
When I can’t even accept myself,
I fear love because I know it will never last,
I’ve seen what love can do,
I’m already dead in a living body so why would I want to die twice,
Some would say I have a belligerent life,
Or a dream life that has came into reality,
Others would argue differ,
Though it is not about what I have,
But what it can become,
Now I rise,
Place my TOOTHBRUSH aside,
Turn and walk in a slow motion,
As I stitch a smile onto my face from cheeck to cheeck.


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The Sixes and Sevens Veil

All of those words and emotions Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind I want to caress them onto you But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse The past shouldn't control the present but it lingers in my spirit The words need to come out The Darkness with Them What if the truth couldn't set me free, save me from this candled day Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil Shrouded against our will too scared to show our bare Vulnerable Shadowself It was the ignorance's bliss that caught you The Knowledge creates a burden Too Difficult to Maintain or was it I? trying to be part of your soul The Decay of Your Heart Sadness can be cured by a few words Despair is a disease of the Knife The Eclipse stole the Sun's Sinlight Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart


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Battle Phased

Grand battles designed in my mind keep me tested it only takes one sick head to make others infested can i change my linear path invade and correct it will it serve it purpose or take a turn towards worthlessness I have not the will, or desire to be in the business of building empires all that too good turns into lies don't believe your eyes next time They can mislead you, as can people twist you contort you making you evil for the wrong way becomes your passion just can't get no satisfaction I paint clouds in the sky all day kind of hard not to lose my way I'll come or go, but I won't stay but when I return, be so amazed just the way I shock myself to reset a spirit in bad health what is wealth, tell me what its for money brings problems with an anonymous benefactor unwritten chapters are all hope floats on when the day is cold and the sun hidden days like that I forget my mission my programs decay I'm in my own way but mostly it seems like a road lined by stumbling stones I'm Battle phased, won't you just give in? no more misery, no more fighting then what else would I know without an underlying protocol battle head be at your best because the bad times are just a test


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Memories

Memories haunt and yet they lead.
They help us to find our way.
Memories bring choices with comparisons made.
Memories lead to decisions as corners we turn.
But memories are fluid and change as life goes on.
We forget and discard what we don’t want.
Later we revisit and change images again.

Resentments change to love and care long lost.
Achievements verses what we gave up.
Even wrong can become trying to do right.
Other viewpoints open the older we become…
Then we revisit and memories change again.
Memories can be truth or lies, but they are always…
As fluid as the life from which they come.


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With and Without

Without doubt we would not have answers, we would not have progress

If we accepted everything without question we would stagnate and regress

Without fear we would not have courage

If we always succumbed to fear we wouldn't have the courage to truly live


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Estranged

"Estranged"

I see myself falling faster still, slowly losing all of my will.
I've come to know I am estranged, as some might call it 'being deranged'.
I see myself in a different way, in the mirror every day.
I watch myself smile but hear me say, that it has been a terrible day.
Some would say inside I'm dead, but its emotions overlapping inside my head.
I feel alone almost every day, even though people around me stay.
I can feel that I am weak, even more when I speak.
A voice barely audible to the people, a voice God couldn't even hear at the steeple.
I stay behind the group, because I fear being caught in the loop.
I hate the people that I know, and have this anger with nowhere to go.
The future that I may come to face, makes me fear what I know as my place.
A pathetic person in a shell, which cannot show the truth too well.


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Tina's Night

Beltran ,the artist, has seen Christina,
seen her crawling form, statuary still,
in the field of grass
inching only in the minds eye.
He has wondered, as did Wyeth
what might she have been
been before the polio took her lower limbs
when she could stand and walk upright.

Beltran's nymph Christina 'light' in sailor pink
sleeveless and fragile stands stalwart
and considers the blacken air, the
skeletal house the ghost lights in the sky.
No forward motion can we spy 
and action lays behind her 
her arms and wrists crossed.
And though the rows invite cajole
the Little Tina toward the night
we see she's having none of it
a tornado comes this night.

*Please See About the Poem for Andrew Wyth's Christina's World


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Don't Think

Don't really know how to start this
Not every boo-boo will get a kiss
Life is a really fast trip
Don't blink, though some things you want to miss

I skipped graduation, it was no fun
My 'friends', the boys, everyone
Was out to get me, yea I'm the victim
Of the horrors of people and it's just begun

Used to think my greatness shone
Used to think that I wasn't owned
Used to think that I wasn't alone
I thought too much, this was known

Don't really know how to say this
Power is in more than a fist
Control can come from a simple kiss
Influence is something of a gift

We climbed our mountains and slid back down
Through many trials, being pushed around
Only through fear is loneliness found
It's hard by human nature not to be bound

Used to think together fear could be overthrown
Used to think together love could be grown
Used to think together we could be a home
I think too much, this is now known

Don't really know how to show this
Patting and powder won't cure the itch
If only life didn't have so many twists
Even the thought makes the slightest breath hitch

They were propped up by others' work
Never dealing with things that would hurt
Around concepts of action they'd skirt
To them, we are merely dirt

I'll still think they have no more space to grow
I'll still think they don't earn a cent they owe
I'll still think they need to get up and go
I'll be thinking too much, this I will know

Was a girl who couldn't keep in touch
Her mentality pushed oftly rough
Don't think, it hurts too much
Well, at least for me it does

~Reecie


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FEAR



      Oh, the fear of growing old,


         Youthful bodies now turning cold...


              Death, the fear of a life unworthy.


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Small World

Nearly an adult yet not ready at all
My world has shrunk down to a tiny ball
Hopeless, helpless dark and bleak
They make me feel stupid, ashamed and weak
Ashamed of what I do, say behave
Ashamed that I get upset, can't be brave
The awful sense that it has all gone wrong,
That I've left it too late and far too long
Knowing my life will be some bad compromise
Makes me frustrated, tears well in my eyes
I wonder why I bother at all
When my world has shrunk into a tiny ball.


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The American Legend

Soaring high, as the American's eagle pride higher now than ever before once more, elevated nearly every last peak how to mistreat the meek, weak unguided son why can't you offer unrequited love to everyone? oh, lord save me I cannot escape the agents that take hold of me, they surround me... So I levitate up and unbounded seems I've once again found it an escape, from an uneasy paradise This burst explosion A never ending love-peace energy welling up inside me like an underwater atom bomb forever and ever I shall go on accordingly unknown An art recession? let me make a correction this boy's a legend from birth on up banging hard breaking his way through the wall life can sometimes often throw up come crashing hard on the ground I wake knowing the feeling to lose everything except from what I learned from well known legends who made the wings I fly high on


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Save Them

Can the world survive,
What is to come?
Maybe not.

We need our savior, 
Our hero,
Save us he ought.

Where will our world be?
When it all come down to the end,
Who will be alive, 
And who will be dead?

"He'll save us." 
They all said.
Yet  he did  not,
and we perished instead.

Where is our hero,
When we need him most?
He let me die,
And never came for me.

This was one of the times,
Where I would cry,
And fear what was to come.

Why did her save them,
And not the other few some?

I question it all now,
Did he really do much,
Or would we be better off dead?

I ask those questions,
The like, the such.

Please my hero,
Don't let me down again,
Don't fail me,
Especially when I need to smile,
And all I have is a frown.

When the whole world,
Looks to you,
Who do you save,
What to do?

Oh,
How I have wondered these things,
What will he do?

And I say that maybe he just gave up,
He cant do this anymore,
He was scared,
Of the way things have fared.

So this is what I do,
I go,
And search for people,
Who need him,
So he could know.

They I'll rise,
And think about back then,
I'll get my suit,
And go save them.

I can't let people die,
Not when there was something I could have done,
I am a hero,
I will fight till the flame is gone from the sun,
Fight for right and wrong.

I am The Hero,
The Heroine,
And this is where all my doubt, 
Their doubt,
Reaches the end of the line.


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Mask

Run
Far away
no one can hurt me there
words can't reach me through these concrete walls
Pain
unbarable anxiety
my heart is so heavy
the weight on my shoulders is tearing me down.




Maybe the way I act is misleading, just take the mask off and you will see the real me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Unchanging Penitence


Love + me will always = pain.

Disappointments and knowledge are the results I gain.

Mending gradually yet the heart remains the same.

Closets are filled to capacity with no vacancy to place the blame.

I hate myself, this flesh never seems to redeem.

Outward appearances capture strangers' eyes; their conjured reflections evade my dreams.

I'm not good enough; I will never be seen for who, not what, I truly am.

Perfection, requirements, and preferences overwhelm me like a dam.

Scars, bruises, and blemishes leave their mark.

Constant remainders chipping away at me like tree bark.

Beating myself emotionally, physically, mentally has left confusion; sensations numb.

Damaged beyond repair; I'm an invisible shadow. No sense of place or time.

Just a faceless phantom.

No matter what people do to me for it will never come close as to what I do to myself on the inside.

I'll return to that broken mirror forever trying to piece that which I've lost.....a shattered image.

Refusing to accept that part of me has died.

But I'll keep right on coming; believing the lies.

.


Details | I do not know? | |

Greet the Night

The night creeps up and
taps you on the shoulder.
But you are gaping 
in the mirror, worried
you are growing older.

Thoughts that plague your mind:
fearing you'll run out of time,
leave dreams in the dust...
Make your life change, 
this you must.

So you stop feeling afraid,
relieved about the choice you've made.

You learn to greet the night.
From now on, everything's alright.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Man I Want to Be

Years ago, I would have acted differently.
Full of emotion, of energy, of life.
But now I hold back. I avoid that which may hurt me.
The old saying “It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all,” 
is a truth I suppress into the inner confines of my heart.
For I’m nearly a grown man and the man I want to be is cold and emotionless.
Is it the fear of loss that drives this ambition?
A fear of commitment?
No.
It is the embarrassment of being different.
The cold world around me dresses in red and I once dressed in green.
Curious glances at my nature stung like a thousand bees. So I hide my true color 
under a false red jacket.
I zip it up so securely that my difference, though concealed underneath,
 is but a memory of the courage, the embarrassment, I once dared to show.
For I’m nearly a grown man and the man I want to be is a coward.


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Slurred Conversation

She said: "Why are you like that?"
He said: “Because I've been there and I’m done with that."

She asked: “Do you think I'm like everyone else?”
He answered “No. You just remind me of myself. "

She asked: “What do you mean I remind you of yourself?”
He replied: “It means I’m not going to waste time on you or anyone else."

So then she asked: “Do you hate you? Is that what you really mean?"

He continued: “Yes, you are worthless, therefore reminding me of me.
Don’t you get it? I can't stand you because of all the sadness your face happens to bring."

She cried: “You are a bastard with a father! 
You should have never been born you should have remained an unborn offspring"

He told her: “Go away you can't change anything!"

But before she left him... streaming rum flavored tears changed everything.

He screamed: “Life------ You've left me nothing. For what more of me could you possibly be asking?

She replied “I’ve left you with another chance. 
You should've lost me forever on this night. 
Now seek what you look for and don’t disregard that which you can’t find.”


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It was Never Enough

I just can’t believe it’s actually over. I loved him with all my heart. I was willing to sacrifice everything for him; my job, my family, my life here. I would have done it too. I would have moved there to be with him. It would have been worth it. Because to me, love is always worth it. I dreamed everyday he wasn’t ****ing here of him and I together. I would think of us constantly. All of what could be running through my head; our conversations, kissing, meeting, making love. I thought I knew what was to come. I was hopeful and excited for the future. I would count the months left until we could meet. I would count the money I had that would get me there. I would wait up for him at night and leave my phone next to me in the mornings. I sacrificed so much of myself, my time and my heart for him. And he doesn’t love me back.
I can’t believe I was so naïve and stupid. How did I actually let all of this happen? How did I not see the writing on the wall? It seems so clear now, so obvious he didn’t want me. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to want me, I wanted us I wanted love so badly I did everything in my power to keep him here. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.


Details | Tanka | |

New Face in Mirror

In the bright mirror I can see somebody else Who is this new face? Am I struck with amnesia? Or do I need new glasses? New face is a fright Pale, tired, long and so worn Is it really me? I cannot recall before My reflection in mirrors


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Virulent Garden

red rose of rage
indigenous to the past
suffocating progress

May your thorns wither
and your petals wilt


seeds of weary disquiet
sprouting deception and chaos
with diverging agitation

I pray the ground be barren 
on which you were spilt

Binding vines of poison ivy
perversely overpowering
asphyxiating roots of renewal

let your growth be stunted
prune back your aberration


Parasite that is jealousy
diseasing with discontent
and stinging bite of disillusion

your plague be eradicated
succumb to extermination


And me in my dappled shade
catching flashes of sunlight
unthawing my frost bitten heart

blossoming cultivation of love
Flourish in perennial season


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Rhetorics

Breathing drawn, it’s cold as glass, 
moonlight muffled; curtains cast, 
eggshells fashioned out of ash, 
crack them, this could be my last 
walk inside the thin white line, 
chance to choose to live or die, 
answer all my questions why; 
'cause if they’re not crazy, 
then what am I?


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Home

It always rains in my hometown, The clouds are kind enough to wash what they can away The town cut out my tongue, It grew back sharper and quicker than the one they stole. I walk by the river, Still blackened by the ones it took, When thoughts fall upon a deaf ear, I begin to whisper. I care little for your Tupperware regime, I care little for your barbecue tyranny, One should always give way to real men. Home, is where the heart is. The fruit, plentiful, It decays in the street, By the grocer, by the police station, By the school that keeps 'em comin'. A species of their own, that Ritalin race. At noon the fog lifts, At two it sets again, I do breakfast at four, It is the most important meal of the day.


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Lanterns-or, Addiction's Self Portrait

A paper lantern of a girl;
Dim halo hazy, stitched thin by needlework.
A precision seamstress of darker dreams--
Freedom is a luxury, not
A privilege.




"Lanterns"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith



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unbounded

for Malala Yousafzai

A mere demigod won't do
to feel the fear that
a young woman, a little girl
can put into a righteous man

Horrific are the thinly educated
some holy book might have related
if thought of by the deity beforehand
blessed be children, who can't understand

Our darkness, it is a fearsome place
but we must stay - our people, our race
enlightenment is but for the chosen few
but damn the rest and put them through

pain and suffering of relentless disdain
that reign supreme in divinity's domain
the best offense is to be offended
then violence reigns all ways, never ended

Does sharia demand the murder of daughters?
might not an education have gone further?
influencing to follow leadership that bought her
a meaningful way of life by a faithful observer

Terrorism comes in many forms - always has
and the sword of fear drones too from skies
whether strangers or family, makes no matter
when defending murder of innocents in the guise

of knowing the will of life for another
saying a child must die to prove righteous point
and how they bring purpose and meaning to
a terrorized life, with innocent blood anointing

Would god demand that Abraham carry through
killing his innocent son to prove his fear of God
is god so insecure in the top most place that
murder is the mandate for the true believer

Murder begets little I think, in a universal nature
but the continuation of the circled violence
mere words don't justify spiritual killing in any nomenclature
to bring us to some pursuit of spiritual deliverance

© Goode Guy 2012-10-09

http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/10/09/162573135/taliban-say-they-shot-14-year-old-pakistani-girl-who-exposed-their-cruelty?ft=1&f=1001
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/oct/10/malala-yousafzai-young-pakistani-heroine


Details | I do not know? | |

confused mind

Life is cruel and unjust with limitless possibilities for good
My life is blessed like a fawn born into a quiet wood
The fawn dances and runs through the woods but has the instinct to fear
My fear of the world is pondered over and over while looking in the mirror
War is good is keeps up safe and sound
Yet I would never shoot a man to the ground
Money should be prized above all things 
This makes it hard to cherish how well my child sings
That fawn does not fear inadequacy or scorn
No it is only me who’s felt this since the day I was born
I volunteer and shake some hands
It’s a feeling that is grand
All the while some child dies as there was not a morsel to eat
After dinner my wife and I will turn up the heat 
And I’ll wake up next to the woman I love above all
Not some stranger who I took without knowing at all
The days drag on an I continue to think in the mirror
In hopes that one day it will all be clearer
But does worrying matter or make a difference 
No the only wrong worry or fear is indifference


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NOT FOLLOWING IN CAIN'S FOOTSTEPS

It's fearful to think
that your last moment has come,
and like a pen out of ink...
it stops when a word needs to rhyme.


Keep off the edge at any cost, death waits avidly
for another victim to be added to its toll...
go the opposite direction where you find a wall
to avert another possible tragedy.


Desperation plays a major part in awful thoughts,
hope is found in faith: read all Proverbs and be saved by their soothing words;
ignoring wisdom is to live foolishly and recklessly as thugs...
why live a wretched life and hate others? Why keep on sharpening your swords? 


I have never gripped on rocks to reach that edge of despair,
even though death seemed real and allowed no escape,
but with will and determination I was able to annihilate 
those evil forces coming out of demons who had no love to share.  


Why be unappreciative, troublesome, worrisome and uneasy...
when life can lead one to victory as it has led many in History?
Commit an evil act, and you'll suffer more than Cain...
embrace love and your fear will never drive you insane.


Entered in Linda-Marie's contest,
" Life and Death...And Beyond..."
Written by Andrew Crisci


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No Longer Neutral

A negative high,
to a positive try,
a very sad goodbye,
to a very happy hi.

Though my eyes tear,
my hope remains strong,
what I thought was fear,
was faith all along.

You climb up one side,
you slide down the other,
it comes from inside,
like you came from your mother.

I will smile through sorrow,
I will mean what I say,
I should stop thinking tomorrow,
and start living today.

A negative high,
to a positive try,
a very happy goodbye,
to a very, very sad lie.


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I Hear From Many Voices


I’ve Heard From Many Voices…. During my life… I’ve heard from many voices. I’ve been offered advice and many choices. There’s many who want to tell me what to do.. I just never know what everyone’s up to. But there’s a voice that matters the most. It’s the voice that I’ve already chose! It’s a still small voice that calls out my name… It’s different from the others. It’s not the same! It’s a voice that rings loud and very clear. It lets me know that God is very near! It’s a voice that speaks very gently… It reassures me of God’s love evidently. This voice has made a difference like no other. It’s words are sweeter than the sweetest butter! It’s the voice of Jesus that makes all of the difference. And has given to me a life-changing experience! As I grow old, and the days just “go by faster.” I’ll take the time and listen to my Lord and master! Won’t you take time and listen to this voice? And allow God’s spirit to be your first choice? His voice can bring peace to life’s raging storms… Your life can be 100% transformed! His voice can make a difference in your life today! Al you have to do is to listen, trust and obey! By Jim Pemberton


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Abusive Love

Cold case lover, how I loved you so!
You always mattered
But, you never believed me!
You were my every desire
You were everything to me!
Looking through your eyes
Jaded with jealousy and envy
You laid your hands upon me
Acting out your emotional
And bitter pain
“Why were you so mean spirited?"
“Who messed with your mind?"
How can you kneel before me, now
Pleading me to forgive you
As, you bawl your eyes out

Your relentless begging
Over and over
You keep playing mind games, with me!
Begging me, for mercy
To come back,
One, last, time...

With my swollen eyes
Broken bones
Twisted up, insides
My heart is torn!
“Are you a dead man walking?"
“Do you not ‘feel’ no more”?
Will I get to see tomorrow’s sunrise
If, I stay another day with you...

Playing Russian roulette with my life
I am terrified, I am petrified!
My eyes are blind
My heart too forgiving!
But, I am not leaving.

“Will I become a cold case murder, one day?"
I wonder...
At the hands, of my own stupidity!
“What will you do on that day, dear lover?"
“Will you lie and be deceitful?"
“Will you hide things?"
Just like, you did from me!

Will, you ‘vow’ devotedly
You did it all in the name of ‘Love?'
Will you brag about
Your ‘bitter, sweet victory?
Open wounds
Bleeding soul
Release me free
From this man’s betrayal!


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Fear

I fear the future
I'm afraid of the outcome
I fear failure
I'm afraid that's what I'll become
I fear death
I'm afraid I'll die without living
I fear I'll give in
I'm afraid I'll give up
I fear that I am weak
I'm afraid I'll ruin my life
I fear heartbreak
I dread the heart ache
I fear freedom
I dread the boundaries
I fear pain
I dread the hurt
I fear hiding
I dread crying
I fear fears
I dread the tears
I fear my self
I fear my life.


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm all you got

It seduces me in an attempt to comfort me,

deceiving me of its true purpose.

It stays with me day and night,

wreaking havoc in my mind.

I run from it but its always a few feet behind,

"Leave me the f-ck alone!"

It smiles at my demand,

"I'm all you got."

It begins to draw me in,

I struggle and fight.

It sucks me in faster and deeper

as my screams go unheard.

I fight and beg to be saved

But alas, it's all I've got...

The loneliness that consumes me.


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Mental Masochism

Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?


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Asleep

Asleep my soul awakens not
Blinded in blissful ignorance,
Lost in dreams of wonderment
Adrift in an imaginary place 
A thoughtless realm of silence,
Of loathsome wanton emptiness 

Starry eyes glazed in peaceful
Mesmeric never-ending sleep,
Naked hope forever deafening
Wishful ears across a lifetime
Of symphonious uneasiness
Without a beginning or an end
  
A sojourner amidst darkened
Shadows unenlightened sting,
In-between heaven and earth
Faithless and ever forgotten 
Aimlessly wandering in listless 
Belief beyond useless senses

© Eugene Harvey


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One Step Away

In this cold, damp, prison cell
in the belly of the beast.
Innocence is sacrificed
for a great un-holy feast.

I must now forget the man I was
I fought so hard to be.
Or become just one more victim
in this dark and stormy sea.


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small candle

is one small candle enough against the darkness
can one faint light change anything
will one small candle not be engulfed 
blown out by the wind
snuffed out in an ocean of black

can I keep the flame going
sheltered, protected 
safe, secure 
the synonyms go on
but I don’t know if I can


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Be True To Yourself

Don’t let pity embrace you.
Learn to embrace pity with compassion.

Don’t let fear contain you.
Learn to contain fear with courage.

Don’t let hate change you. 
Learn to change hate through love.

Don’t let loneliness fill you.
Learn to fill loneliness with tranquility.

Don’t let any of it affect you.
Learn to affect anyone who needs you.

Don’t let yourself be someone else.
Learn to let you and others be themselves.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Demons

Been pushing back my demons ‘till there’s nowhere left to hide,
keeping it all bottled up and safe on the inside,
finding things I knew were there, it’s time to realize
if I continue down this path, I’m gonna lose my mind.


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Father

Father, Listen, Did life not turm put as you had planned? The grass not greener, Your rivers dammed? How was it, that you wound up here? Moved by hate, Consumed in fear. Father, Listen, As I go grey, I wonder will I die this way? A life of waste, To dwell on rage, You won't find peace, at your old age! Father, Listen, I feared you as a child, Your unkind temper, It made me wild, I know my Mother is hard to please, This sad existence, Now my disease. Father, Listen, For just once to me, The apple, It does, Fall close to tree, I dead the things that I have learnt, My wells now dry, My bridges, Burnt. Father, Listen, Just come and see, Just how much I am like thee, I think I'll rest, Just for a while, For just one more hour, In denial


Details | Free verse | |

Loneliness

What is loneliness?
Is it the feeling of rejection or neglect?
Or is it just a feeling of emptiness inside of us?
Will the feeling of loneliness always exist?

Could it be a part of the soul that will always be empty?
Could it be a sense of feeling empty that only exists within your state of mind?
Why do we always feel some kind of loneliness?
Could it be that we’re lonely in some ways because we’re always alone in our thoughts?

Maybe we’re lonely because our lives begin and end alone. 
Where do we go when our lives come to an end?
Do we stay in our empty, lonely graves for an eternity?
Or do we go to our sanctuary or heaven, full of life?

Everyone knows loneliness in one way or another.
The deafening sound of a voice screaming from within,
The fear that when you reach out with trembling fingers, no one will reach back,
An aching fear that you think no one else understands.

How do we cope with it?
Can we fight something we can not see?
Should we sit and wait or reach out and seek a cure?
Will we always be alone?


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Choice

I live with the ghost of the promises we broke
And the fear of the pain and regret
I wonder at times if the words we once ryhmed
Are words I'm supposed to forget

You live with the pain of anger in vain
And fear that I'll give up or give in
I'm offering to make up for the pain
But you have to give me a chance again

Inside the confusion lies the answers you need
And until you make up your mind
The love of the past won't let you be free
And the love now is making you blind

Run away, walk away, turn around, stay
But do something that gives you a voice
Don't let others make decisions for you
That should be only your choice

So I wait, and you struggle inside of yourself
Knowing the truth of where your dreams lie
A heart in your hands and one on the shelf
Which will continue or die with goodbye?

So I live with the ghost of the promises we broke
And the fear of the pain and regret
But I remember those times when the words did rhyme
And I know I can never forget


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A New Man

I shall take my pen in hand
Though it is late at night
A single man making a stand
Trying to do what’s right

Which is something hard for me
Though I cannot place why
All the skies, tries and alibis
Just spill the tears I cry

I never knew where they landed
Nor did I ever care
All I knew these words are true
There was nobody there

A fear a tear and a thousand beers
Could not wash them away
Before I even said a word
I had nothing to say

Fight the night and live the light
Always be who you are
Today I was wrong is the song
I should not go so far

A bigger man a stronger stand
My anger just erupts
My love for my friends
Could fill a trillion cups

All the years spent in the pen
It’s hard to let it go
Nickel a dime it’s all just time
Buried inside my soul

I would die for you it is true
I have no fear of death
Held those I loved in my arms
I tasted their last breath

The pain, strain and awful game
Just keeps on spinning by
Even though so many years ago
I just stopped getting high

Now who am I, I am the sky
The salt within your tear
Darkest threat and worst regret
That you will ever hear

I think awhile and crack a smile
Because inside I know
That the words I write are my plight
And now I share your soul

-------------------------------------
Written for Kristin's contest, God Bless


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Simply my heart

With a heavy heart and a nervous touch I write to you
With all the willpower I possess I continue this charade
I feel heavier with each heartbeat
Stronger and yet weaker,
Unable to process that which weakens me so

I know the inevitable approaches,
That constructed world I pray for
The one I hope and cry for
I know its ever-growing anguish seems almost too much

And then with a touch,
With but a word I am yours again,
Broken and happy
Just a flutter of your eye lashers makes my heart skip
Your breath like that of the world itself
Sending shivers through me, a cooling warmth
Adrenaline sets in and I care not

All I want is you, all I care for is our little world
Ignore all reality, basking in each other’s glory

And then before it can even begin to gather to climax
you vanish from me again,
The waves of fear and anguish set in
I am left as a crushed husk

It is as though I have you and yet will never have you
I fear it still, and yet I turn not away
I turn to you, embrace the inevitable pain
Basking in the euphoric glory when you are in my arms
The feel of your breath
The warmth of your skin
The tingle as I brush you gently
Drinking in all that you are, in total being

I come to accept this now. 
If you are ever mine then it will be a miracle
A joyous miracle, and yet still that shot in the dark
That dark that is banished with your eyes

I could fall into you, into lust, into ecstasy.
Into purest joy.
The light you bring into my life is more than I can take
And yet I want it all for myself, 
I want to bask in it always, until life has its last breath
I need not the sun, nor the moon, nor the stars.
I have the purest light of them all.
You.

And to you, my dearest heart
I cry one last tear,
Breathe one last breath
And then delve into you once more
If only to experience that which breaks me more each day.

Until you are mine, I will always be broken
You can make me whole, you alone
I wish for your happiness, but I am selfish
As I believe you would be happiest with me.


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Encircled

Leaves lie below the shallow pool Rippled water engulfs them They are still At the bottom Of their own ocean Touching the pavement Longing to breathe and rattle in the force of the wind To be where they were designed to be To be taken home again. I am a leaf at the bottom of a shallow pool I touch his face Awakened From a cold sweat dream I touch this earth My hands reached out Attempting blindly to feel and figure it out Fragile and small I become Each day beneath these waters Submerged by the dark wave of outside forces Controlled by predestined courses I stand but my knees feel numb I weep But my tears fall soft I long to hold what I was destined to hold To be taken home.


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What Holds Me

Kindling the mind afire,
Urging the senses afresh,
Beckoning me to it anew,
What is it, that holds my soul?
 
Is it love, attracting with its fragrance,
Or, is it fear, arresting with its hypnosis?
Is it joy, all encompassing,
Or, is it hatred, all consuming?
 
Is it Life, bestowed upon me,
Strange in its philosophies?
Or, is it death, awaiting me,
Wondrous in its mysteries?
 
I ask myself, what holds me?
Is it crushing me, in its cruel talons?
Or, is it caressing me, in its gentle arms?


Details | I do not know? | |

Sleep

When I Sleep...... Nightmares haunt me in my sleep And chase away the pleasant dreams One by one they steal my sleep And leave me with a need to flee These mares they have an evil plan To steal the sleep from all the land And as they charge into my dreams They steal the peace I need to sleep I lay down now to feed the need To rest my eyes, I need the sleep Sandman come and storm near me I need your help To get my sleep Tempest bless me with your clock Tick and Tock Please make time stop Wind and rain and thunder strong Cease my mind and lull me along Mother Nature hear my plea Keep me safe, watch over me Give me wings to reach my dreams But keep me safe from these dangerous things The night mares They still come for me But now they find I can't be reached At last I find a peaceful sleep With all of thee protecting me Come now and stay by me Provide me with A good night's sleep But let it end at daylight's break I am alive My soul is safe


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VII: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations 
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.

He tells me what he sees, 
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders

Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised

Conquered by all of the hope 
of your allies
the few that still dare to 
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions

The King best exists in the pretense 
of pretendness
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
your Magus.


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My Fall

I fear not the night
for I believe in the day
I fear only my fall


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Existing

When the fear resides
And finds a home
In places other than within
The love that is suffocating finds life anew
Allowing freedom to exist
Wherein love is unbound
Finding no barriers
Having no limits
Growing,
Going deeper--
So much more intense
Is all that lives within
It grows and flourishes
Like a garden tended with the utmost care
All of this and more exists,
When the fear resides..


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For All I Love And Hate

For my pipe is my escape
For it's 555 in the land of Oz
For what it feels like to be locked in a cage
For the demon eyes begin to rise
For a fear of growing old
For what you're not going to do because it just doesn't feel right
For the blank stares at a page
For the strange new people
For the stupid texts
For God's sake you went and did it anyway
For the first one in ages
For that girl even if she is a bit loud
For you can't say you really like her except to yourself
For fear of the wrong response
Forsaken
Forever
For the nature of the beast is revelations
For all is not lost


Details | Lyric | |

Is It You

You are my Hope You are My truth You are my Love You are the reason For me I can't do this Alone always be there for me and I'll promise to Live


Details | I do not know? | |

The Field

I am waiting
In the field
For you to find me
The whispers of the wind
To guide
But you will not catch me
You will not sweep me
From the ground
You will not leave me
Either
The night has come
And you stand
Above me
Gaping, at my sorrow
You do not know
Who
 I
Am
But you know
The nonsense
Of the self
Always wanting
Seething for something
Unreachable
You are not the One
I long for
But you will do
For now
You will do
It is hard to say
Why
A simple word
I listen for the answer
But it never comes
The wind roars
Through the brush
And trees
But they do not answer
They snicker
As I weep
For my loss
I want the warmth
The immense comfort
Of life
Therefore you
Will
Not
Do
I have decided
You are not
What I seek
You are
A reminder
Of what I have lost
Your warmth
Is lukewarm
Your touch
Shallow and steel
You let me loose
I will gladly go
Away from this nonsense
Away from the silence
Of waiting
Of wanting
Hoping there is
End
You are hopeless
You are also
Sweet and civil
But I will not 
You do not need me
And I surely
Do not want you
Need and want
In this field
Are the same
Need equals
Want
Want equals
Need
But you are neither
What I want
Or what I need
I am
Not want I want
I am
Not what I need
My attempts to calm
My fragile nerves
In this silence
Torture
I am not enough
But you are
No longer listening
You are not gaping
Or waiting
Or wanting
You are gone
And I am not
But still
We are not sufficient
You are not
And I am not
So, who are we?
Where are we?
The field is
Fading
And I am
Alone
Whispering to
Mocking
Winds


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Luciferia I-- Cease To Exist

I sense something in her eyes that feels like tragedy She closed her heart but its dark pulse Wilts and stetchs against the wanes How many days will the passion bleed Till it subsides into the new pain We are the ones who will face the blame ''Don't you see what's infront of me, I have to face it all I know there's something wrong help is what I want but it's not what I find You're all filled with troubling lies and incoherent minds Cant you see you're strangling me with every last word There's something you don't know Lying in my heart is why you want to throw the stone'' Her raven eyes fill the silence Luciferia we cease to exist it's burning away-- all others' reliance Luciferia we cease to exist my darkly darling don't fade away Luciferia we cease to exist beware we've became their prey Luciferia we cease to exist


Details | Lyric | |

The Surface Seams

My faith in the mirror reversed
A fear in the lake of my soul
As the surface reflects my love
The depth of my pain will just not let go

The paradox pulls me down
The sun only shines after night
Am I certain I can be true
When it was darkness that gave me light?

Sinking deeper beneath the dreams
The mirror has swallowed me whole
Has the lake taken all I am?
Has the fear become my soul?

Transfixed by the deepest loss
The life by the lake has gone
There’s nothing left to believe
All thought has become so wrong

My memory replays the past
That day I was by the lake
Now I recall what I had done
I had reached down to touch my face

Like waking from evil dreams
I’m staring into the sky
I look over and see myself
Beside the lake where I thought I’d died


Details | I do not know? | |

River of Sorrow Take Me at Last

(River of Sorrow) Take Me At Last

What did I tell you, love of mine
I said I was jaded but trying to find
Cracks in this wall, a small ray of light
Feeling the pain of my feet on this path
Watching the world as it has a good laugh

Lines of the scars you read on my wrist
Don't make a big deal now, think nothing of this
They're just maps of pain, roads that I've passed
Being a fool in the cogs of belief
Just like Barrabas, caught like a thief

And so I bring not a thing to the table
I thought you should know I've emptied my glass
I hold neither hope for nor fear of tomorrow
River of sorrow, take me at last
Take me at last

Whatever fuels you is draining me
A master of puppets you turned out to be
Standing beside you, it's like I'm alone
I know that there's darkness getting too thick
The cage door is closing, I've got to move quick

And so I bring not a thing to the table
I thought you should know I've emptied my glass
I hold neither hope for nor fear of tomorrow
River of sorrow, take me at last
River of sorrow, take me at last



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This Crown

You must let me see
You say You're just about how tall
By this measure
There's a treasure
Fit to attend the finest ball
Now I've been told by just one soldier
You are to wear this golden crown
From what I hear
You've none to fear
They'll take it off
They'll take You down
Look in the mirror for a sign
This cloak
This crown
This image now
'Twas meant to be
This way You see
Your Father made a solemn vow


Details | Free verse | |

The Rain

The rain falls and splashes my window pane
Washing it clean, leaving it wet
It cools a surface left hot by the sun
And create disorder on a surface once bare


Details | Free verse | |

Halloween in Spring

  
Sometimes I think
I enjoy fear
remembering what I felt
when I was fearless.

I awake bravely
in the morning knowing
risks and hearing continuous
portents, sad words

follow me everywhere.
Is silence the scariest thing,
or is the gabble of human
voices scarier still?


Details | Lyric | |

Leaving

Lost in a world I try so hard to remember these days the days (of yore) we're together Lost in an open Place you know they're never coming back never coming back Alone now So Alone now we're Alone now Done and Gone I'm Alone You're leaving


Details | Blank verse | |

Zagzagel

Life is such a Journey It's Truly a quest So many years can pass and we still wonder where we are Maybe there's an answer Maybe There's only a Question We're towards the end But we still Do Not Know So who am I? Will I ever know? I'm sure there's an answer Not just a question But how do I know That it's the truth? As an Angel Sang to Me I Ignored her Maybe what She Said Was The Answer that allowed The Answer Maybe when She Said "Just Search Stay True When it is Time to Anew And Something Rises Ask The Heart That Is where I Breathe"


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Long Gaze

Resting my eyes i sat a while
lids locked. muscles sliding to rest
toes & feet washed rough on stony traverse
boil to a constant roll...burning breath in exhausted lungs
tome creaks by & calm trickles
eroding the barren skin
turning the serene oasis

light gently slices away
falling softly piece by piece
to the empty ground beneath my feet

lull to the dead beat stand still
the fast tempo kinetic air inside
pounding life force
choking for a sideways glance unattended



Details | Concrete | |

MY DEEPEST FEAR

My heart often wonders what's my deepest
fear
Yet, my deepest fear is not to die or even to lose
someone I loved throughout the years

Or even to lose everything I worked hard for because
someone took it way
Not even to go to hell just to hear and listen to what the devil has
to say! I MEAN I HEAR THAT EVERYDAY

M y deppest fear is not to have a disease that'll make me suffer
for life
Or even to get pregnant and lose my baby to a 
fight

Nevertheless, I've endured pain throughout my whole life so
that's no where near my fear

SO WHAT'S MY DEEPEST FEAR?

My deepest fear is to meet GOD as he tells me what I did wrong throughout my 
life, as he forgives me for every sin I committed, hold his hand, to talk to him 
and finally understand the walk through the promise land


Details | Free verse | |

Questioning

What is this world?
I don’t know it at all.
How do I choose food?
Remember to lock my door?
I’m not made for these times.
Conversation engaged my mind.
Silence takes me down hard.
I want to smell water in the air,
see it expansive and blue.
Seems like it was all peace now.
Remembering.
No bitterness, no fighting.
I resist this new way deeply.
And I know I was on a roller coaster
every day back there.
Had to fight to get my point across
or to defend my heritage.
A life which revolved around pine trees
is at the very least - oxygenated.
This isn’t easy for me
taking buses when I can’t remember
where they stop or what time.
Often, I get off at the wrong place
and find myself in trouble.
For the dark nights in pouring rain
coming up the mountain in his car.
To have those chats, to eat dinner together
my juice watered down with ice water.
He was the one who closed up the house 
to some degree when we’d leave
but it never needed much it was so huge.
The kitchen alone was as big 
as my new place entirely.
How many drawers....bins....cabinets
there were to store things I didn’t
ever even use once.
So easy then.  A dishwasher.  Ice cubes.
The car to place my purse on the seat
next to me and my drink in the spot.
Couldn’t see it coming just like my marriage.
Impossible to imagine a life other than that.
But, in both cases, it happened
irregardless.
I’m frightened.  What am I doing here?


Details | Free verse | |

391 Dreams, Precarious In The Night

Dreams, precarious in the night
Flashbacks of never a time
And the memory breaths,
A touch to liquefy bone
As fear takes residence within the mind
Pleasantry is frightened by the night
The darkness penetrates the iris
Blinding only the eyes
While the mind dissipates from reason
The wakening within the dream
Mutes even the blistering silence
What the mind depicts
Causes the stomach to writhe
The tightening tendrils force the eyes to open
And morning echoes the sin
~
By: Darren J McMurray
    April 11, 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Face to the Wall

Face to the wall
I can let my tears flow.
Face to the wall
so my pain doesn't show.

Face to the wall
in this dark prison cell.
Face to the wall
just one step from hell.


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Who am I?

I don't know who i am....
and why i dream all night
or how I'm going to get out of this situation
and when will my suffering of crying for the world
or the tears for myself i feel soo greedy about become blessings
or just cease to fall

I don't know what i am
i fear my words and sphere of influence
sometimes care too much of how the human race judges me
and the ultimatum of truth of the fact of how i guess that's mans plan....
because if we're created in god's image and man is judging me
I'm terrified of god

I don't know who i am
and how am i to compromise with a god
or any being that worships human sacrifices 
no matter how they twist it
and it drives me to confusion so bad i cry
for the witch doctor victimized women drowning in my head
the African queens and slavery tormented souls that keep coming to visit
and in my head time an dtime again i hear i want o go home

I don't know who i am
but have been thrown away psychologically by music and movies and television
to make me feel like dirt to buy products and get me to exercise
out of desperation to belong
to get me to pick up a knife or a gun
to become desperate to fight for my life and country
and stand up for the love of a god we attach to human sacrifices witch burnings
slavery and holocausts and bombs

I don't know who i am
or why i think this way
i have a thought in my head and don't know if its mine or yours
and then it seem slike week slater i hear it transformed into a song
I write something down scared to change it in case i ruin it and whatever 
psychologist in the future cant make any new discoveries from my mistakes and 
ego mania and lack of pride but at the same time i fear and know this page with 
many others
if i printed this into a book would be ripped up and torn out in fear
that they would discover something they didn't already know
and the satanism I'm trying to prevent would figure out the psychosis and 
mentality of some of gay life's fetishes i despise

i don't know who i am
but my heart is broken and I'm tired
and i give really good advice
i know how to get to the heart of the matter
and understand a philosophy of 
turning peoples lives into amusement park rides
I don't know who i am
and in my head i hear these voices that say they are crying

and one is loud in emotion whispering to me
please hide
who am i?




Details | Free verse | |

Who

Who are you? this bringer of misery,
What nerve you have to invade my life!
Who told you to come?...not I!
Did someone send you to infect me?
You're not wanted here...yet you persist,
You have me at your mercy,
And you revel in that, don't you?
You fester and grow and consume me more,
Will you not let me alone?
You tear at my heart, my mind, my soul,
Were you created to be my torturer?
Or do you hide a secret agenda?
I'm disgusted by the hold you have on me!
For I seem unable to resist you,
Each day...only to covet your grasp,
Not unlike a lover's embrace,
Yet, you are no lover nor friend be!
Will you not disclose your face?
I have a clue...but I just can't look,
Because I'm afraid that you...are me.


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Lord of Light and Shadow

The Demon's strength lays in its personal, and familiar touch.
He knows all the chinks in the armor, and just where to touch the raw spots.
Impish Homonoculus, born of my own blood, 
Feeding off of fear and despair.
I must remember who is the true Master,
He has no power that I do not grant.
Blood of my Blood,
It is your rust tinted fear that I taste now,
Without me there is no you.
I unleash you back into the night,
Take flight and do not return,
For I spurn your ill favor, and now bask in MY Light.


Details | Free verse | |

To Endure a Thorn

Life is garden full of various fauna.
 
There will be brush that appeals to the touch and other vegetation that appeal to the other senses.
 
You will find flowers with the most intoxicating of fragrances. Witness flowers with the most beautiful of petals.
You will hear the buds come to blossom. Here you will taste the most exotic and comforting of nectars.
 
But the rose you seek will have the most thorns. 
This rose is called joy.
But to hold this rose means one must endure its thorns.
 
We must ignite the passion that can melt away the pain and rekindle the flame so it’s warmth can dry our eyes and rid us  of all our previous shame.
 
We do this all to hold a rose, spend restless nights , shed tears, feel scorned,
....all to endure a touch of a thorn.


Details | Quatrain | |

at the altar

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08


Details | Lyric | |

What a Lost Soul

Since I am Here The Veil grows Stronger but, You're not here for me I'm just-- Another Lost Soul you know, The people you find on the curbs on streets, During Rainy Days not going anywhere but Deeper into their own Disease but, It's not a disease, for they look for cures for diseases Here the patient cares not Only I could say something like that but since I'm here I just might as well sit on the curb on a rainy day and drown in a new-state-disease what A lost soul I am never enough could satisfy always more What a Lost Soul


Details | Free verse | |

I Fear

I fear.
Do you?

But, of course
There are nightmares;
one ghastly visage that plagues the mind even during rest,
that grasps your pillows for you;
puckered satin beneath stiff appendages,
clinging the sheets to your sweating form.

But a vision is not fear;
the waking perspiration, nothing but a warning
that the worst is yet to come.

A quivering hand;
disembodied fingers brushing a strange cheek.
A shaking step;
Eyes on the Green Cross Code and not the street ahead.
A single day;
the first of many and a fresh wound that only time could ever heal.
A staggered answer;
Hoping to be founded in the depths of this week's fountain of knowledge.
An indecision;
and the circadian motion of the shiny new variants that your pondering has to offer.

I fear the crunching stones beneath my feet,
because they signify my walking.
I fear the beating of my heart,
for it irrevocably signifies my mortality.
I fear my eyes,
as they speak louder than I would dare.
I fear my reflection,
for it will never display even a single ounce of beauty.
I fear my dreams,
for they make my reality into yet another waking nightmare.

I fear myself,
Because only I know the face beneath the mascara laced tears.

A burden to cling to;
that I am worth more than this.

A cross to bear;
that the end is never nigh.

A crippling truth;
that this is life.


Details | Ballad | |

The Love I have For Thee

My heart is heavy for the hour
I asked the darkness to lend me loves enduring power
From dawn to dusk I think of thee
Should I pray to he who sits upon that heavenly thrown to set my spirit free

I beg thee
As I sit upon this dusty smoke stained asphalt, to let my heart be
Showering the dark for fear of what the angels may perceive.

Hear me now!
I am not queen of virtues thieves.
What I know is the sorrow love leaves

Touch my lips before you go
So profound that I should beg your puritan soul

He who view the works of evil proudly stands before my world with arms open to 
me
"This is the love of loves, that undying love, that is surely more than any other love 
could be.
This is the love that you have for me, and I for thee."

When the purple shadow creeps upon our parting, will this love that is the 
greatest love of loves still remain to be
Or will the angels cast it in to the voraciousness of the raging sea
Still the moon will capture its sweetness inside of me
Holding my heart with bitter sweet anxiety
Forever its hue remaining as a glowing presence inside of me

Having more than life can offer to the softness or our love we will surely see
"It is the love of loves that grows inside of me
Then the stillness of this love of loves will tear the sureness of what dreams left 
of this love we are straining to be

What is this love we can not let go of for fear of staining our souls with the 
aftermath of its agony
This is the love I have for thee..


Details | Free verse | |

Baptism by Colors

The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor did light
Strike and it slept. Hush baby... they will come! Among
Her broken toys and impaled dolls she sleeps like the
Child of time- she is black.

Again, the star shined and the bells tolled and they came- all over her,
They trampled and burnt her sins away. Smoke and soot and hell fire
Rained everyday and she took it all in. Like the voracious petals of the
Venus fly trap, those lips of hers engulfed them and stayed content.
It lay in the night... At least she had the night. She was content. Slowly
The saffrons, the whites and the greens entered her hollow being
Day after day and she did not know where they came from.

Even the one to be delivered that rested inside her grew impatient.
It broke free and she lost. It was buried amidst the fanfare and
Ho hum of those colors. The same colors that devoured her sins
And had her delivered, and now they lie in constant wait for the
Reigns to break so the stake is theirs to burn. The witch must burn.
The Green must burn, the saffron must be severed and the white
blackened they thought.

The witch died, and so did they but not the colors. As the
Child in time sleeps under every roof, so does those black eyes
With glowing fangs, under the bed. Just below the flesh
And the wooden bed, you can hear it breathe and crave blood
And carnage. Every street, every devil's bend, every wall bears
Its name. Yet it hides, kills, plunders and hides. Yet another
Deliverance and another coming against the eclipsed sun.

Tomorrow if a life is born I shall warn and mourn and curse
The deliverance coz the colors will lie in wait under its bed.
Sharp talons and itchy fingers waiting for it to blossom and
Tear it up in pieces. Yes! This is our deliverance... We all shall
Be delivered some day. But, I hope my child of time is colorblind
And comatose- Maybe dead. For then it wont hear the evil crawling
Under its bed, see them on the streets and  feel them inside itself.

That day will be her baptism and maybe she will wake...

© Malyaban Lahiri


Details | I do not know? | |

Musings

I fear letting you go
means some part of me goes too,
gone with you out the door
and forever down that road.
A road I can not follow,
you'll just leave us all behind,
and it kills me just to wonder
where it is leading.
Curiosity killed the cat,
and mines now killing me,
why didn't you take me with you?
Where have you gone?
My mind begins to fill and swell
with words and memories better left forgot,
words fill all the left over space
drowning and no space to breathe in,
and no place left to exhale.
I fear where you have gone
that I have lost the direction of my own way,
I hope that where you are is safe,
so much that I have put myself in danger.
I tried to pull you up
but caught myself in the brambles of this woe.
How is it you can walk away,
is it you never look back?
Sometimes it makes me wonder just how you do that.
It seems to make you heartless
but perhaps you are all the more wise?


Details | Free verse | |

Different Colors

I am not worthy,
I do not deserve the breath that could sustain others,
I am hard pressed to accept this incredible privilege,
Though the burden is heavy, I will not disappoint

They are all failures,
It is appalling the space these inbred's lives waste,
The are not worth the air they breathe,
I alone am deserving


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tumbling Collapse

When the mental walls
Come crashing down
You cannot help
But hear the sounds
Of the terrified screams
Above it all
Your existence was condemned to fall

Where will you be on your judgement day
Will you have gone all the way
Or will you have to pay
The ultimate price
Of a life filled with sin
Turn against Him
And you cannot win

As you stand at the gates
You're amazed
And you're shocked
To find out
That they are eternally locked

Now forced to spend eternity
Surrounded by the flame
In the end
Was it worth denying his name

So now's not the time
To regret all your decisions
After spending ten seconds
In your manifested prisons
With maddening and subliminal voices
Torturing your soul
Feeding off your fears and dreams
For It's sick and twisted goals
Attempting
To set your eyes astray
By making you say that He's in the way

Your mind is on fire
Confused by desire
Are you ready to conspire
And have all things go dire


Details | Rhyme | |

Fear and Love

The great forces of the world are Fear and Love
But which to choose when push does shove
For jealousy its maddening head does rear
When I find that Love is nowhere near
But happiness in turn does abide 
When Love returns and swells my pride
Love’s attachment risks loss and tears
Ever attempting to increase my Fears
So I ponder this question so innate
Which force delivers a more pleasant fate? 
The safety that fear does inspire
Forces love its hope retire
But with this hope rest so much dear
I would be a fool to side with fear
For without love to guide the way
I dare not live another day
For in the safety fear does bring 
It deprives you of other things
And with its light love does glow
Allowing life to show and Grow


Details | I do not know? | |

DEPRESSION

No alcohol or drugs do my body partake,
Yet, my hands shake and tremble, and my heart's 'bout to break.

My nerves are on edge, i cry and breakdown,
All hope has long left me, even God's not around.

Thinking's a problem, and sleep i don't know,
Emotions build up, pretty soon i will blow.

Pain deep inside me, fear all about,
Darkness surrounds me, to God i do shout.

The world's on my shoulders, the weight i can't take.
Death seems a friend, i fear soon i will break.

I'm tired and weak, i don't eat or go out.
Alone i do suffer, death's release my way out.


Details | I do not know? | |

Jumbled words

Who in their right mind wants to hear jumbled words
tumbled turds baking in the desert sun
pay dirt run, that children gather for fuel
poor mule gets used from both ends.
Growth tends to be slow here.
Show fear and they’ll get you.
Bet two wives on the end of times oil races
loyal places disappeared into tribal dumping
Bible thumping Americanic way through.
Hey you! Didn’t you hear me? I said Halt!
Dead fault free from army’s saying so
praying though, it doesn't seem to matter
go scatter your seeds through Bin Laddin
In Aladdin’s story there was a lamp found
camp ground of refugees could sure use that now
fat cow sacredly slaughtered for meat
to treat the Old boys to McDonalds “Have it your way”
Shore stay for the Unified militaries fine elite
Mine street bombs for babies to destroy hope
deploy dope amoung the migrants roaming free
homing fee for the disenfranchised bomb outs
calm bouts of peace talks end in delusions
thin confusions and parodies of pain left marking
deft parking of military machine made in the Ukraine
to train the children to kill time with the ever living
never forgiving themselves the sins of their fathers
care bothers and compassion removed from their brains
fair rains may come again to wash the blood of innocence
commonsense dictates we abate the situation here
frustration fear of a never ending hell hold of strategic points
paraplegic joints cramped into wheelchairs to race against time
condensed rhyme trying to capture understanding
notwithstanding rational thinking workers of the light kind
who in their right mind.....wants to hear.... Jumbled words.


This came about from a game we have going on FB in Mad Poets Society where we have to
start a poem with the last line of the previous poem. 
For this one I rhymed the first 2 words of each line with the last two words of the
previous sentence to create a word jumble as the line I had to work with suggested. It was
fun.


Details | Rhyme | |

morning mirror

I LOOK INTo MY MORnING MIRROR
AND THERE I SEE A TEAR
I HAVE NO LOVE NO THOUGHTS OF LIFE
ALL I HAVE IS FEAR
I HAVEA FEAR OF LIFE IN ALL
AND ALL IN FEAR I LIVE
I HAVE NO-ONE TO LOVE I FEAR
I HAVE NO LOVE TO GIVE


Details | Free verse | |

those old dreams

After dawn has malingered through my window
I lay my swimming head down
and as I drown I dream of you.
I dream you walking towards me
and echo of things said
in dark explosive nights
which in the sober day are made real and whole,
I dream the poetry of the greats rising from your mouth
which I once knew
and silently I cry out and out
I do not love you.
I fear those around me 
bodies finally failing 50 hours after our excess began
hear me call out my denial drenched memories.
I wonder now if they watched 
my face when I dreamed
would they see yours?

I find myself in a new town
with a new place to hit the floor,
and yet still i run towards breaking point
in all the beautiful damagin ways I know.
I wonder when you are truly gone from me 
from my vessels 
from my veins
who will I blame
when my body finally caves once more.
when the boundaries crumble.
when the dark is no more my friend.
when the night fails me.
when once more I find solace only in savegery. 
when my heart expires.

You have not seen me dancing on the ceiling of the room.
You I fear will only remember my eyes dark
from those dark days
forgetting our blazing nights.
So I inhale, I swallow down somethings
I will not choke.
Forgive me if I don't eat
If I loathe sleep.
Its the painful normality 
I want to escape from.
Its things long gone I crave 
and cry for
when at last I hit the floor
and my own foolishness closes my eyes for me.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Nightmare

I hear the roar of chariots
rumbling throughout the night
awakened from a sleep so deep
what I see gives me such fright
 
The weapons aimed at mankind
with symbols formed of colored lights
no human stands within their scope
their aim is dead to rights
 
My companions heart struck terror
has fallen there deceased
her husbands bones are crushed
but not from life released
 
The warriors outside assault the door
I have turned aside and fled
left the one thats broken
lying unconscious upon his bed
 
The signs are moving upon the air
they follow everywhere I run
their every touch upon a man
is a withered soul now done
 
From it's poison I keep running
I know to not look back
every living thing I've left behind
has died because of lack
 
Those who sought to help me
even these very ones have died
helped me make my escape
suffered death where they reside
 
I ran up a darkened mountain
fled into the nighted trees
there they gave me shelter
and from this terror frees
 
Thought I have about it's meaning
what insight lies within it's scope
humanity without protection
dying without any kind of hope
 
Here I found no answer
to evade or escape this dream
abruptly the spectre ended
nor found did I it's mean
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Light Poetry | |

' They Are Wrong To Blame God ... Part 1 of 2 ' (or Implore The People With Love)

I Know Some Have Been Hurt
By What Others Say and Do …                 ( Rom. 8: 22 )
But In All Fairness God,
They Are So Wrong To Blame You

For Deceit and Treachery                         ( Gen. 4: 5-10 )
Is Courtesy Of Men                                 ( Eccl.  7: 29 )
And Those Rebels That Started It All         ( Gen. 3: 1-7  )
Hurled Us Into Grief and Sin                     ( Rom. 5: 12 )

They Took God’s Loving Gifts                    (  Gen. 2: 8  Rev. 4: 11)
(And In Honesty, So Do We)                     ( James 1: 17, 18 )
And Then, Tried To Steal More                  ( Gen. 2: 16, 17 )
(More Than Fruit From Tree)

Was It Out Of Want ? …
No, It Was More Like Greedy                     ( Gen. 1: 29 )
“Our” First Human Parents Were Selfish      (Gen. 1: 28 )  
And Now, All of Us Are Needy …                 ( John 3: 16 )

Needy For Kindness and Good-Health Re-Storage
Needy For Security, Needy For Porridge
Needy For Mercy, Needy For Courage 
The Reason I Write This … We’re Needy For Knowledge

That’s Why, Souls Go To War
That’s Why, We Steal and Kill
Why The Lies, Envy and Fear … ?
They Don’t Know Who or What’s Real …

Ever Since Adam and Eve’s Fall
We’ve Looked For Someone To Blame           ( Gen. 3: 12, 13 )
But We Are Wrong To Blame God (He Called) ( Gen. 3: 8, 9 )
… And It Is Our Own ‘Crying-Shame’

Even Now, God Gives Us Care
God Gives Sunlight And Rain                          (  Matt. 5: 45  )
By God’s Grace, He Lets Us Live
He Is Not The Blame For Pain                         (  Eccl. 7: 29  )

See … If Someone Slaps My Face
I Won’t Say, It’s God’s Fault
It’s In That Person’s Heart                              ( Matt. 15: 19 )
(And In Mine, If Back, I Fought)                      (Matt. 5: 39 )

God Says, Love One Another                          ( Matt. 22: 39 )
God Says, Treat Each Other Right                   ( Matt. 7: 12  )
God Says, Fear Not The Darkness                   ( 23rd Psalms)
For God Gave Us, “Love-Son-Light”                 ( John 3: 16 )

                                (Part 1 of 2 )


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Darkness Enclosing

Thrust into a nightmare
That will never let you go
So please don't try to run and hide
You know that I reside inside

Have you ever felt this vicious hate
Finding it difficult for you to eliminate
All these temporary states of rage
You've tried so desperately hard
To keep locked in their cage

These uncontrollable outbursts
Will only get worse
Is this making you feel
Like you're going to burst

Like a curse that extends
Beyond your wildest dreams
The extremely seductive
And supreme being

But now I fiend for the chances
Of hearing you scream
Is it possible for you
To understand what I mean

When I say that fear and malice
Have become your friends
Confirming your damnation
All the way up to the end

For me to administer
These sinister thoughts
In your brain
I drain the pain
From your veins
But to you it's the same

Now you claim that my game
Is what made you insane
But that's lame
Don't blame all your shame
On the things you became

Remember
I am just an illusion
That is created by using
All the effects of seclusion
In this so called delusion

I am taking you down without making a sound
This breakdown has been running you up into the ground

Your head's spinning faster and faster
As time seems to stand still
A subliminal mind trip
Refusing free will

My magic spell
Has got itself twisted around you
And you have no idea
What the hell you should do

So just sit back
And let yourself try to unwind
And find out how
I took control of your mind

Releasing the beast
Enraging the fire
I will not retire
Until you expire


Details | Free verse | |

Fatwas in Aspic

An insect,preserved in amber,
Frozen at one point in time,
Never changing,always the same,
Trapped in death
Through an accident of place,
It has its grim beauty,
It pays the price.

A new born baby
Swaddled in its family's clothes,
Comfortable and unquestioning
It grows.

Nature provides crucial moments
When it can break free
To broaden its outlook and horizons.
It is fear that drives it deeper
Into the arms of its alma mater,
Where it chokes by culture confined
Where it drowns by doctrine defined.

Only a few ever try to break the bonds
To be hunted as heretics
While the rest bay obediently for their blood.
Socrates and Christ were of that ilk
And they perished in a blind fog of prejudice
As they strove to challenge
The myopia created by fear and power.

Shi'ites,Kurds and Sunnis today,
Bound by rigidities of code
Forged by pride,hatred and fear,
Are now on that road
Where the only destiny is death
Clashing over their myopic interests,
Blind to the others' sameness.

If we could just cross boundaries,
If we would tear down our taboos,
We might yet recognise that we are licensed to live
On one planet,under one sky,with the one God.

If only we could tear ourselves free
From the fatal amber in our lives.


Details | Sonnet | |

LOOKING FOR LIGEIA

 LOOKING FOR LIGEIA
 The last of feigning death, love now abides,
 tuberculin, infectious, inside her breast.
 She breaths emotion where your hope now hides,
 and clings to what Melpomene knows best.
 
 Dear tragedy of love, deep in her eyes,
 to love we die, or never love one bit.
Your soul--once doomed to Hell--see now it flies
 renouncing every hope of ending it.
 
 Consuming as is love, the hate must flow,
 each seething, creeping, loathing will to fly,
 amongst what hope is left, one thought will show;
 to know the deep of someone, one must die.
 
 All of your will, which dieth, less for cause,
 has ended short of knowing who she was.
 ©  ron wilson


Details | Free verse | |

Max

The vile  they make cannot be ceased, 
wretched horde of worm and beast, 
start me dead in my tracks.
the time they use to hide and plunder,
only guilded by thirst and hunger
for my mind is torn usunder 
reaching for the facts.
despise, and hate boil inside,
 exploding fissures under the tide,
the water is calm, though,
my shadows nought relax.
psychosis sets, connections migrate
psychosis sets, connections migrate.
i ask of you, dont knock at my gate,
for i have reached my max.


Details | Sonnet | |

Symbolic Lies

Representation you do depict
Of a crafty liar who does subsist
Can’t keep focused in any type of thought
In fear of being noticed, in fear of being caught

A figure so grand, yet honesty you lack
Stature so appealing; strangers you do attract
Charisma and charm attached as well
Don’t get too close for dishonesty they’ll smell

Reeking of deceitfulness; the aroma engulfs you whole
Never believing the price you’d pay would be your entire soul
So go ahead and fool them; portray yourself as who you’re not
For all your lies will catch up with you and never be forgot

It’s amazing how your contentious has no remorse to show
It’s astounding how your dignity has vanished ever so slow
So go ahead and fool them for I know who and what you are
The time is nearing quickly for all that charm to unwittingly disbar 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | Carpe Diem | |

To Have No Fear This Year

many of us have a set of fears that we are trying to suppress
we are being held hostage by them and our testimony can't progress
It's not a matter that concerns one's age, status or even one's race
It's about running around in a forest of fears stuck in the same scared place

fear of life, fear of death, the fear of just being
we must learn to challenge ourselves and let go of the imaginary feelings
we tend to project our fears and they manifest in many ways
like stress, violence, substance abuse or depression from day to day
like when a bully in the school playground is running about
he's just fearful of his own weaknesses being found out
fear of embarrassment, the utter fear of shame
unsure and insecure we need someone else to blame
that which we do destructively is in part generated by our fears
that which we do dysfunctionally is part of the reason why we are scared

In order to start down the road towards achieving your life's desires
It's time to let go of your fears for that is what God requires
fear is the beast that prowls around in our lives 
and feeds on our perceived inadequacies 
fear is the chains and shackles in our minds
that bind us in captivity

our most natural response to fear is to run and take flight
but you can't run from what's inside of you, It's time to stand and fight
God gave us power and grace, God gave us sound minds
He gave us gifts and talents and a blessed loved known as God's Kind
but we are always anticipating and waiting for the other shoe to drop
have no fear and with faith in God all this nonsense will stop
the only thing you have to fear is the idea of fear itself
for there is nothing to be fearful about If you stay focused on your spiritual health

fear can distort your direction, paralyze your progress and halt your plans
we need to face up to our fears and reduce them to grains of sand
If you know fear, you know no future, you can't move forward in life
let go of the imaginary strongholds and trust in the power of Jesus Christ

no longer tied up, no longer tied down, my fears are now on the run
overcoming my unfound fears with faith in God's only begotten Son
facing up to my fears with Father God at my back
stepping up to the plate giving my fears a good whack
It's all right If I make an error, It's okay If I make a mistake
for every time I challenge a fear, It will diminish in The Lord God's wake
now I no longer live with fear
a promise I made to myself this year 


Details | I do not know? | |

Terrified

A rhythm and a shroud of inaction
A golden cavern fades through distraction
A suited devil guides our reaction
Hidden angels eyes that see no compassion

I fell away into blinding days
Terrified that I’d have to stay
Washed away into dying haze
Terrified but then I was unafraid

A latent disregard for our lover’s hate-grafted guard
A blatant icy shard through whatever we found hard
An oak tree of deceit that ran several miles deep
The root within the seat of our forgotten fathers sleep

I walked away from my dying days
Terrified that fear was still to play
Stepped within the things that make me sing
Terrified but holding on within

I thought that I had seen everything
The fear of gods, the devil’s loving sin
But what’s ahead I never could have guessed
Terror rises, now I’m holding on to what’s within


Details | Free verse | |

Philosophical Phrases and Phases

The brooding nature of boredom,
The painful fear of panic,
The mysterious magic of wonder,
Of stories yet untold...

The rich joy of knowledge,
The power of the pen,
The pulsating passion of music
The dark, dark sting of loss...

The confusion of confusion,
The despair of deep dark doubt,
The searing jolt of betrayal,
The light lilt of lovely love,
The fantastic fact of faith,
The terror of the unknown,
The paralysis of indecision,
The fear of fateful failure
The joy of joyful giving,
The sweet  taste of tender sharing,
The almond bitterness of envy

Only a small sampling...
Of things we must endure
Remember one thing,
if no more...
You are what you are,
And it is what it is...
You can change it not...
Make the best of your existence...
Not that you have a choice...
But God is surely be with you,...
And he hears your poetic voice...

One more thing,
for you to consider,
To me too awesome
to ignore...
Your poet's words,
Will last through time ,
Your thoughts,
They will endure...
And your words will touch
other's hearts..
Of that you can be quite sure.


Details | Lyric | |

The Lighter Path

There are feathers in the forest
Attempting to ascend
But the breeze has been rejected
And the world can not commence

Alchemists by nature
Scientists by lore
But with this sight unending
It’s easier to crawl

I translate the deepest centre
I let the silence rage
I won’t believe your answers
When your fear burns the page

Poison to command it
Death to hide away
But in the truth I feel this
And I know I’ll find the way

The feathers know the meaning
That they will still ascend
And beyond their fear of rising
There’s a love that never ends


Details | Quatrain | |

Wallflower

They laugh, they smile, they share their words,
A crowd of friendly faces, yet there’s uncertainty.
What do I say? How do I act? What do I share?
I really do not know or fear how to be just me.

I stand, I stutter, I fear every word I may say
Knowing I am completely different from each one.
Yet, they seem like a whole, connected in a way
So tightly, that my thoughts are to just run.

Friends? Friends? Can one truly define that?
I have no understanding of the concept, or just fear.
I know what I want, need or maybe just dream of,
But, yet think about leaving when people are near.

Why is it difficult when others make it seem easy?
It can’t be that hard, they’re not that different at all.
I don’t know how to start or have high expectations
Or is it that I truly find comfort on this wall?


Details | I do not know? | |

Part 1 of EARTH TREADING STARS 1

Earth Treading Stars,
As nights candles in the sky
Your eyes invaded all my demise and saw the real me.
Love never truly dies.
From an angel's wings, to a falling star, God made everything, but an unbreakable heart.
This passionate consuming feeling is tarring me in so many shattered pieces and leaves me separated apart.
The answer is love, written in you’re beautiful an angelic wings,
A creature that sees beauty not by eye but by mind, in the realm of things.
The few hours I spend with you are worth the thousand hours I spend without you!

Earth Treading Stars,
Our love shall never fade away, but shall always stay forever.
Where heaven meets earth, I find you."
You never even knew.
In a lover's sky, all stars are eclipsed by the eyes of the one you love.
Heaven waits in jealousy as so do the angels above.
I would rather spend a single night loving you, than spend eternity in heaven.
That’s how I know these two ignited hearts, 
United are worth saving.
So many of us either fear tomorrow or regret yesterday. But, I won't fear tomorrow if I get to be yours forever, and I don't regret yesterday because one yesterday, I met you."
I fell over and over, through and through, like a star falling with a destination it never knew.


Details | I do not know? | |

Frequency Lost

We wake to sleep this phased existence
Our frequencies are lost and distant
So soulless but yet so innocent
It’s time to make it seem
I must redeem
I travel out, I journey in
The portal creeps and breathes me in
My light now fades and it begins
I am now parallel
This mind is just my hell

With all these lights and all this hate
My light is drawn, the mirrors wait
Now I am thrown, my light escapes
Now I must search, my sealed fate

There’s so much light there’s so much pain
Now that I’m blind they’re all the same
Now I will fall, my search in vain
Now I’m just wasting time
My mind begins to rhyme
An enemy that I call time will taunt me
Surprised I search and look behind me
This fear of loss and fear of time now stops me
I can’t remember this
What was I looking for?

With all these lies and all this hate
My fear now taunts my mirrored state
Now I fall, I build my wall
Forget my search, forget my fate

My shrouded face must breathe soon
I hold my breathe, soon death looms
My lies of fear, within they consume
Am I even me?
Other lights deceive


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Reigning!

Your love is reigning down on me.
I feel, with each drop,
The cleansing and soothing
Of my very soul.

You know what Your child
Needs before even I know.

How deep is Your love for me?
It touches the depth of my soul,
It sees the thoughts 
I fear to admit even having.

And yet, knowing all my darkness,
You still love me.

You are remarkable!
You are so full of mercy
And so faithful in Your love for me.
How can I ever love You so?

I fear the thought of not having Your love.
I am terrified to not have Your forgiveness!

Even at my best, I fall short.
Only by You Lord, can I say 
I am loved and forgiven.
And I know in my heart You live
Because You live, I have these things.

I fear nothing with You near me.
Your child rejoices with gladness

For the mercies of Your love.
Lord, I love You with My whole being.
Take my life and make it what You want
While I journey through this life
Reign down on me


Details | I do not know? | |

Exist for Reasons, not Lies

I swear that there’s nothing out there
Bet yet you swim to life
Drifting down the somewhere
Avoiding all the knives
However, I delved down under
Examined all the caves
From where I looked above me
And I saw only hate
Well I can see you looking
Judging all the depths
Down here your thinking drowns me
But I still hear your fears
But as this fear sinks in
My hate will grow for you
And as this hatred forms sin
The fear takes me too
I’d tell you that you’re living
If I got something in return
Just admit you’re dying
I’m sure that you’ll learn
To take you down and under
I’m just another lie
For when you’re up there judging
I may as well just die
So take the dive and listen
The echoes become your eyes
No more learning to die for
And no more pointless sighs
Forever I am down here judging
It seems that nowhere is safe
And as I hear you’re screaming
I seem better off in this place


Details | ABC | |

DUET

                       
  "YOU BROKE MY HEART" NO YOU SOLD ME OUT"

So often we are actors in a play that's often tragic
the lines are old and worn and they wished they had done magic.
If they had  pulled a rabbit from a hat
they might laugh instead of shout.

Lying in a field of love believing hidden in the grass
clinging there in desperate fear hoping it will pass.
neither one will speak of it for fear of losing hope
weighted down within themselves not knowing how to cope.

Pieces of their hearts do crumble
beneath the weight of time
slowly sinking in the mire 
of love that's so unkind.

So goes the days as man and wife
Who forgot that they were friends
two souls that once were joined as one
now trying to pretend.


Details | Romanticism | |

caffeinated dreams

ask me what i dream at night
when all the world's asleep.
ill tell you how i relocate 
in valleys young and deep;
of far green lands and gentle hands
and gardens full of life
of spring's rebirth in gentle earth
and music from the fife;
the daylight hours, filled with showers
warm, and rainbowed skies
of innocence, and further hence
all purity implied.
but as i dream i stand and seem
a sideshow, set apart.
i watch and gape and scratch the nape
while beauty breaks my heart.
the music plays, the sunlight grays
but im not fit to dance.
a fear of all, and sure to fall
id never take the chance
so ends the day, i slip away
and waking calls me back
to foggy eyes and distant cries
and creaking joints that crack.
two worlds denied their bridging bride
though one thin strand connects
my dreams at night and waking light;
one point where they transect.
my dreams i tell but think not ill
if they are but half true
for fear of chance forebodes my lapse,
and my thin strand is you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Prism of Fear

One dream and one more life
I’ll be dying two more times
One lie and one more sin
But I’ll be paying until I’m nothing

I shake hands with my fear once more
It gives me my freedom of thought
Then I hide as the sun comes around
My freedom tells me to go underground

One thought and one more stand
One thousand reasons to lie in the sand
One tear as I take my place
I summon water and the sand is erased

I dive down because my fear is scared
Underwater where everything is heard
I hear a message but I’m out of breath
I reach for the surface and I question its worth

One more question to write on my walls
A million questions, I can’t answer them all
I break them down with what I believe
The remaining question is will it deceive

One more reason to never begin
But still I die and have to give in
The fear is too perfect and can never release
The freedom I have is only disease
The words that I scream can only say please


Details | I do not know? | |

Minds Breath

The days I lost were spent and worthless
For years I tried to feel my purpose
Not what they say, not what I’m told
Not what I see, my fear grows
To know I’m here, to know what comes
To feel my fear as anger drums
It took me down

The dreams I kept were used and endless
I threw away and felt so careless
Not worth my time, not worth my life
Not in my mind, it leaves my sight
So tired of loss, so tired of hate
But with this time there grew my fate
It took me in

The light becomes my eyes
The clearing shows me why
Alone I see the sky
I walk away from lies

Today I see my purpose
A day of vain is worthless
A mind of hate is careless
The moment we die can’t hurt us
The lies we hate, the hate builds fear
This test in faith, the goal is clear
The day we’re free, the day we die
The seconds we breathe can leave our eyes
In fear we seek, in lies we hide
My heart is burnt but I now fly
The more I sigh, the more I smile
The more I cry there’s less denial
So fear it not and let it go
Retrieve some light and feel it grow
Today I feel, today I see
The end will come, by then I’m free
It tests me now
I’m lost somehow


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The Undending Lies

Beautiful memories of a broken child
Sing for the ending but fear its grasp
Awake into nothing and hate what is left
A passion for leaving and a love for its theft

So self-destructive, I’ll choose again
Russian roulette will tell me my name
So I’ll dance with deciding
I’ll win once again
I’ll trust in your hatred
It’s all just a game

The blood is now dripping
I feel my thirst
This pain’s just beginning
I’ll make it much worse
So I start to breathe it
This flowing lust
I dance with its essence
I can’t get enough

The lies are unending, this life is lost
I’m tired of pretending that I can breathe
Hatred and fear will save my eyes
They’re too busy burning within the lies

Sold and forgotten, I died at birth
My soul is still rotting so I’ll make it worse
I’ll throw out the loving
I’ll build my wall
I’ll force in the hatred
I’ll laugh as I fall

The blood is now dripping
I feel my thirst
This pain’s just beginning
I’ll make it much worse
So I start to breathe it
This flowing lust
I dance with its essence
I can’t get enough

Deceive what is in me
I ask you please
My body’s unwilling
But my mind must feed
It still tries to escape me
It evades me in time
So please can you kill me
I’ll be free from my lies


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Dark Dreams

For dreams that never let me witness
A heart that never helps me see this
Inside, a door that leads to heaven
But it hides and makes me count to seven

For fear that can never seem to leave me
Alone is where I always will be
Within, I fade and burn the past tense
In sin, I only need forever’s silence

Dreaming everything that helps it die
Feeding monsters the fear of a lie
Hiding from a reason to ever cry
The demons never even had to try

For love that knew nothing of selfless
A hole that needs me to be helpless
I fight; I’m running for a reason
But light is overshadowed by my treason

Scars that I can paint by wondering why
Brought up in everybody’s dying lie
I’ll lead myself to silence when I see
Something in my blood is dreaming me

Sleeping in the corner of my room
Facing away from evil that still looms
Past the broken toys and burning screams
Darkness has a door that lets me dream


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Sleep

I’ve come too far to be here again
With one more coloured lie to dress up my shame
Drifting out of time away from you all
I’m holding onto pain as I let myself take the fall

I’m burying myself and removing my friends
Assassinating love and creating an end
Speaking to a wall that’s painted with dreams
I gather up my hate and turn the wall into screams

When nothing left is real
There’s nothing left to see
I’ve nothing left to love
I’ve given in to misery

With fear at my door I stand all alone
I either turn away or turn myself into stone
Unable to react I seem to stop and stare
But fear has taken what was left and I collapse within its care

With nothing left to be
Nobody else to use
I close my eyes and whisper hate
I’ve given in to self abuse

I never had to breathe
I never had to die
I gave into the darkest places before I could deny
My eyes will burn in sleepless visions and there’s nothing left to fight