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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Tungsten Glow

Tungsten Glow

Ideal's the emptiness amid stone scapes;
Invited souls - two dancers times enfold;
Invoke the past, rose thorns redraw its shapes
the years sustain recalls of feelings' mold.

Recite old scripts - the weather's voice is cold,
an audience of ghosts their steps extol
the shrines remember them on timeless role,
Adventive cadence is their final goal.

Consorted on the broken glass, they bleed
their lives ascended amid rains of red
maintained and held their words, old ends impede
somehow the birds forgot to sing and fled.

The runnel wraiths of emptiness out-traced
existences' odd trails and righteous shed
where acquaintances devoid embraced
- their solitude; and in the woods winds fled.

Rose-feverish their tips caress time's strings;
and dithered silence shines her splendid glow,
lone glances coil on tungsten glowing rings,
and abstinent redraw - their tears redraw.

© 02-24-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Surreal - Elegy)


Details | Ballade | |

I'll only write the truth

I’ll only write the truth

I have always wrote my poems
To please the eyes of others
I’ve wrote those songs of nature
I have wrote about my lover
I have always wanted comments
So I’d write words oh so sweet
But this is only half of me
And I want to be complete.

So now I write only the truth
And how I really feel
It’s all that now shall come from me
I’ll show folk what is real
I’ll write on my philosophy
And really give folk me
Unless the truth is spoken
How can a man be free.

I see the writings on this site
About religions, and beliefs
And I feel that I must do the same
Even though I bring on grief
I’ll miss out on the comments
But do I really care?
For I am here, to speak the truth
A thing that’s very rare.

12 January 2014 @ 0625hrs


Details | Rhyme | |

Forgotten Thoughts

Forgotten thoughts resurface like the dim light of the stars
seeping from the wounds that sit on shelves in broken jars
never to be mended in the tattered threads I've weaved
knotted in the fabric of the falsehoods I believed
to bind me in the cobalt tide that no one vessel keeps
what seems are dreams for some of you are nightmares while I sleep.

Proudly they parade in gaudy colors crimson laced
radiating fiercly from the fears I haven't faced
crashing as the seas of sorrow wash the taste of pain
out of my mouth as I turn south where nothing left remains
but scattered, dusty memories and used up yesterdays
and scars that last from days gone past in hues of blacks and greys.


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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth...  Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | I do not know? | |

Diverse

Oh say can I see 
By the big florescent lights
Once so proudly now has fell
Fell into reality? 
Fell into right? 
Fell into a time where there should have never been a fight!! 

With ’In God We Trust ' printed on every dollar. 
But God got kicked out so Columbine became the shocker. 
But was it also ' In God We Trust ' when we failed to see nothing but color?

With the hoses put down, 
and Dr King no longer around, 
is ‘The Dream’ still being reached? 
Is it a sign that the first homes we see 
are no longer a possibility?

When the Towers came down,
we were 'United we Stand'
But when gas prices rose it was, 
“You're on your own, man!” 

‘A penny saved is a penny earned,’ 
is from the man that first helped us try to learn. 
But when we stopped asking what our country can do for us, 
is that the time when the table turned?

Now that Rosa will no longer be on the bus, 
I wonder who will now take that seat for all of us. 

With Miss America in the cast, 
when will we ever see Miss Disability last? 

What happened to the times of ‘I am not a crook’, 
it took a back seat to the Man who wrote the Book. 

And the rockets red glare, 
with bombs still bursting in the air, 
is it wrong to fight for the night 
when our children’s children will still be there.


Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

If one took the human form
And drained it thoroughly
Took all the minerals and Oils
Well what then would he, be?
He would be dead, I tell you this
And yet our planet Earth 
With each new day that comes along
They drain her of her worth.

But don’t they know, these human fools
Without these things she needs
She suffers through a million ills
She’s just like you and me
And too soon she’s going to die
And why will this be so
Because we’ve slowly strangled her
And taken all her glow.

How shortsighted is mankind
Why can’t he see at all
That everything is really one
And he is but a fool
Slowly committing suicide
Oh what a shame this be
If he slowed down a tiny bit
Earths beauty he would see.

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



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 | Concrete | |

POINTING FINGERS

You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote


You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste


You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


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 | Sonnet | |

Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!


Details | Rhyme | |

Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption...  God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Lies

Beautiful Lies

One beautiful lie , an unvoiced sonnet
Words veiled with a crime that steals my hearts last beat
Slow turn of your mood shows me disquiet
With kisses warm and vulgar with deceit.

One pulse stills, our love was not the one love,
Just remains of a lukewarm cup of tea.
You steep and brood, one pineing the lost dove.
My broken wing lame, I fall into the sea.

Beautiful lies, my heart begs for your fires
To hear the words forged my way by anvil
Beautiful lies, hope grows dim and expires
Waiting for judgment by divine gavel

Tremble my lips , tears fall dry from my eyes
Protect me from madness, beautiful lies.


Details | Acrostic | |

Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  W-eaned from tender 
age,in noble family of ten.
  H-urt by the demise of 
the tube that brought 
me into this theater of 
struggles and pains.
  O-rdered about by the 
whimps of this 
world,facing the hurdles 
of life daily from 
cradle,never giving up 
hope.
  
  A-fine young man of 28 
I am,who has the 
experience and wisdom 
of the aged.
  M-astering the arts of 
life-learning from lessons 
of life's victims and 
didactic poems 'cos man 
of fame I intend to be for 
I bear the name Bob.

  I-lost my poetic gift at a 
stage but recovered it in 
poetrysoup for invisible 
entities say a 
lesser being I shall be,but 
another encourages me 
to move on,for great is 
one who comes out of 
the shackles of life 
undeterred for this is who 
I am.



Name: Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24-10-2013.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Free verse | |

Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

THE PRISONER

They say you'll never really know
What prison is like until you've actually been there
When your mind betrays like Judas every
Logical thought that runs through your head

When solitary confinement becomes voluntary
When the only thing you truly seek out of life is
To be free from regret which can weigh you down
More than ball and chain

When it doesn't really matter
How sorry you are for mistakes
You may have made in the past
Because redemption is nowhere in sight

When eagerly you wait for loved ones to arrive
But no one pays you a visit

When surrounded by crowds of people
Who claim  to be trustworthy, but can't wait for you
To turn your back so that they can F--- you up the A--
 
When thoughts of death
Sing like song, your favorite lullaby
You know you've been there
In more ways than one


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


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | I do not know? | |

Life Lessons Learned

Grief took me by the hand
Lead where I didn't want to go
Straight into the valley of tears
That began to constantly flow

Now that grief had acquainted me
With sorrow in the vale of tears
It seemed at eternal spring of weeping
Was where I would constantly live

Then grief brought me up the mount
Where loved ones went before
When escorted in this place 
The lessons to which exposed

Seems now working my way back
Changed forever from that meeting
Grief an aquaintance I had spurned
But now after the greeting

I will never be the same 
Though given another hundred years
Grief taught me more in a few short fears
Than joy with all her pleasings


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


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 | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

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...


Details | Free verse | |

The Man With No Face

Hark!  It is he!
A slate face; devoid!
Mechanical, computing, sleepless.

No! Just human!
Turning, just turning!
He will not fall, now expressionless.

The dark gazeth!
Yet, he wont gaze back!
Four days, sleepless, faceless, for all!

His face is stone.
No care, there's no care!
Persist amidst all of the loss.

It is but he!
No! Tireless;
designed to be.
It is but he!

Shrug the abyss,
he will nev'r fail;
a perfection, 
designed to be. 
Shrug the abyss.

Through it all,
he leaveth none for all!
To see the end of it all,
the completion of it all!
None but all.

Four days sleepless,
it is none but he!
Faceless, breathless, mechanized.

Look! See him now!
With bags under eyes.
See him now, the man with no face.

It is he,
Be it so! Be it so!
To see the end of it;
the destruction of it all!
It is he.


Details | Romanticism | |

To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?


Details | Free verse | |

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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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


Details | Free verse | |

The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.


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Jesus, I Pray For My Brothers


Jesus, I Pray for My Brothers! Years ago, I suggested to my brothers that we pray. They simply laughed at what I had to say! I thought it would be good to get together... That God's love would bind our hearts forever! Division took place and took the "upper hand." I don't think they'd listen or even understand! Over the many years that just went on by... They never once took the time to say; "hi!" Even though they never once seemed to care. I decided to take some time in deep prayer! It was like they would make fun of what I said. At times, maybe they wished I were "dead." At this time, there's a strong and powerful force That's blowing their lives are way off course! I pray that God's spirit will get a hold of them! And let them now how much he loves them! I pray that God's love will be the glue that binds them! May God's mercy and joy be what finds them! I pray that evil will not find it's way in their home! And they would allow Jesus to rule on their "throne." Even though they tried to cast me off, as a "fool." It's God's words, in their lives, that must rule! Jesus can turn around even the worst situation! By the power of his glory and resurrection! Please, dear lord, bind them forever as won! Bless their home! Their daughters and sons! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballad | |

Her Face

Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere
The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare
Though to confess my love, 
Oh no, I wouldn't dare...
So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair

Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind
This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find
Oh how the two of us, 
How our lives could've aligned...
So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear
Takes me to another world, A new frontier
I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, 
That part is clear...
But as I awake, Just shed another tear

Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget
Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet
I'll be reminded of her, 
At each days sunset...
And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light
With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight
Oh how just to see her, 
Brought me such delight...
But here I am all alone now, Another late night

Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love
So what will come of me, Can I rise above?
Without Her Face, 
I'm unsure thereof...
Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove

And she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams
Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems
We're walking together... 
Hands together, Along the forests blue streams

Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt
Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt
I will always have my writing, 
To continue to dwell...
On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt


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another day

pale pink is the pre-dawn sky
"pink sky in mourning..."
today will be a pre-proceeding
- for some it will be the same
for some it will purvey monumental,
tsunamic, quaking, flashing innocence
as a muffled buzzing and pounding followed
by eerie stony silence enveloping the sun

FLASH! - what you knew you knew is gone
flash of white to yellow to red to black
billowing dread washes over as waves 
upon waves cover all good of the world
and flotsam of teared memories float
in mind and vision from past treasures

dangerous are those loving thoughts
unarmed without any weapons of indifference
vulnerable to the suffering and anguish
to stagger about befuddled and weeping
singularly, communally the onlookers look on

and piles of cairned candles and trinkets
appear out of nowhere, everywhere
feeble attempts to express hurt and good
- no good will come - yet - in time -
in time - time scabs over the wounded

the blood-letting stops, tears wither
and night follows this immemorable day
that we always remember, eons from now
as if it were last hour that i noticed the time, 
where did it go?, when will it stop?

© Goode Guy 2012-12-17

http://www.npr.org/2012/12/17/167427982/afghanistan-bomb
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/14/167248541/developing-shooting-at-elementary-school-in-newtown-conn
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/04/166519628/at-least-13-syrian-children-killed-in-mortar-attack


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Have A SIN Condition

We Have A Sin Condition! We have more technology, but we have a problem! We have many “issues.” And don’t know how to solve them! Governments answer seems to be “spend, spend, spend.” But we have this condition, that God calls; SIN! Just look at the problems that are all around you! It’s amazing that they don’t “overwhelm you!” There’s all sorts of evil all cross our land! But there’s something very few understand! We’ve sent men to the moon and outer space! Yet very few reach out and receive God’s grace! The Bible says, “the heart of the man is sinful.” Without God, man’s heart is never “peaceful!” Jesus love provides for the world that fails us! He offers his love! Simply because he loves us! There’s no “condition.” His love is freely given! Won’t you accept him? And be totally forgiven? Where there’s sin. God’s grace does much more abound! There’s a new life for you! Just waiting to be found! Our sins for his love! What more could one ask? And enjoy a love and peace that will ALWAYS LAST! By Jim Pemberton


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 | |

Her Final Words

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


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Staring into Distance

He stares

into the distance of the days,

of those gone and of those yet to come --

he touches no one,

is touched by no one.

Yet noisy commerce

around him flows, constant movement;

but movement without a change of place,

no progress forward, no backward retreat --

an illusion of movement, only.

He sees youths --

with no sense of self --

and leathery crones,

unhygienic vagrants,

no place to go,

assailed by noises --

a repetitious assault

upon the ear and air.

Still he sits,

in frozen semi-trance,

staring always inward,

but also into distance,

sentient and inert.


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Guilt and hurt

Guilt and hurt

I’ve heard folk speak of hurting
And I’ve had my share of this
I’ve had my share of loving
I’ve had my share of bliss
But me, I know for sure, my friends
That the grossest of all things
{The mother of the monster clan}
That life can to you bring….

Is guilt, I say without a doubt
It’s the deepest kind of pain
Hurt gets nicely tucked away
But you can try in vain
To remove the guilt that you’ve accrued
It’s like a red hot knife
Just when you think it’s gone away
It’s there to give you strife.

I have suffered deep, deep hurt
That’s suffocated me
But guilt just like a mountain
That over towers the trees
He over towers all life’s pain
And reaches to the sky
No matter how you charge at him
That beast will never die.

25 July 2013 @ 1207hrs.


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
Laughing 
As I leave this world behind

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


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breathe, suffocate


velvet tears slip down my cheek.

a gentle cry.

and the wet drops seep in the corners of my mouth

until

my lungs are full of my own salty, crystalline tears,

bringing buoyancy to boats that sail inside my veins.

as a rule, I try not to cry.

if a single tear is shed, who is to say that another will not follow?

compelling the rest to join

until I’ve immersed myself in the sea I’ve incepted,

and soon

all I see are the opalescent peaks of water colliding with my skin.


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Do You Feel There's Nowhere to Go

Do You Feel Like There’s Nowhere to Go? I know that it's easy to get discouraged and upset. Feeling “trapped” ... But can't escape "just yet." You've tried everything. And not sure what else to do? Is there someone who can help you through?" Many things you've done. You’ve wanted to be forgiven! Yet struggle with this each day you're livin’! You meet people and wear a "smile." And sometimes wonder if living is really worth the while. You may have prayed over and over again. And yet constantly feel Like you’re “trapped within.” You may have tried to call on Jesus' name. Yet find yourself in "guilt and shame." Jesus is here now! And wants you to know… He can bring peace to your troubled soul. Rather than thinking of things done in the past. Come to Jesus now! His love will always LAST! Allow HIM to bring to your life the needed victory now! He'll make you a brand new person! And HOW! By Jim Pemberton


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Who Is To Blame - Part 2

I stole her away…
That was no innocent child
She was full of wisdom I would never attain,
That not even a martyr of a thousand years could ever dream of
I stole her away….
Because she was never mine
Just as my wife was never mine,
That child was never mine

I can still see the look of confusion in my wife’s eyes
That baby knew everything within that stare
She knew everything and more
She knew more than was physically possible,
In her little time on earth

So I stole her away…
I kept her from growing…
I keep her…in here!!!
She listens to my lies
Though somehow she sees right through them
She finds truth in the ugly…the damned…
With surpassing intelligence

The truth has many eyes, many ears
The truth need only taste once
Then it has to hit and run

The taxi driver knocked me out,
But before I was hit,
He saw the loose shell in my arms
He saw that she was not looking at anyone
He saw a stupid, innocent child
She was looking at the ceiling,
Fascinated by its insignificance 

She didn’t cry out,
No matter how hard I thrashed
One second I missed that terrible stranger
But the memory has seared into me a hate that will never fade…
She didn’t move at all

     I woke up and was childless. I lost everything, I dully knew. Sometimes I am haunted by the baby’s gaze…but she is not looking at me. She is looking at everyone else—all of those who I have hurt and ruined, all of those I have yet to know. 
     The sad thing is, I never imagine my child looking down from sky paradise…I always picture her as I last saw her…looking up.  
     


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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Empty Glass

My sad, deplorable glory is a nightmare for another This knowing is sickening to the bone The need for anothers' pain is like a virus Slitting the veins of truth and delirious want of false Watching the bile flow through I emptied a full, sorrowful glass for you Without even a moment’s glance Your parched lips opened to drink But like poison the sustainable exhalation surrounded your body I shrank at the shrieks of your disquietude Not knowing what to do Expression died with the loss of flow I couldn’t flourish in the bleak winters of your loss I couldn’t grow All happiness in a flash of susceptibility Turned to woe I gave into thinking it was all an unworthy dream But the answers, the symbolism was never clear The loss of your very soul is what I fear I never meant to poison you in what I take as nourishment And here now you rot At the expense of these sad, empty tunes They must mean close to nothing to you Pain Pain Why do I revolve around the pain? The empty glass of your spirits remains stained With the insides of all things true Torn away Smothered in a ghostly, ghastly gore I couldn’t see you could not take it The sorrow I meant to erase to fake it But instead make it The reason I live is to sing for you To disintegrate the swelling blue But instead I crawled into your only space Leaving only disgrace The gore splattering in jewels across your face I’ll tell you what All my achievements are naught They are only fakes I am nothing without God’s grace I spurt with illegitimate words and tunes That you can never face! As if by the heaven I inspired I am drunken with your bile Of pride risen above the mile What is this sadness— This anger, this madness? Show me what to do Show me what to say I’ll dispose of all vagaries I dared to feel today And replace it with pain Replace it with pain Discordance from another is my nightmare smothered And this the majority crave The need—the desire for acknowledgement We will take it to the grave I never wanted heartless fame A poison in a cup I never wanted anything Only to fill you up I poured the glass and there it came Just sad, tired air Nothing left to give you Not even the sentiment of a stare The truth is I am scared The truth is I am scared I guess, at times we are all. . . Not there 7/13/13


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Discovering Love

What is this? This way I feel?
I've never felt before
A desire for a love to heal
A heart so cold and sore

Out with the old
And in with the new
To my past love, I never told
But I'm happy at the chance to meet you

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

I want someone to hold dear by my side
Each and every night
To be there when I want to hide
And tell me everything's alright

Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide
Who reminds me of the one I lost
To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive
And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost

She's out there somewhere, thinking of me
As I am of her
Just a blank face in our minds
For which our hearts slowly burn

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

And my past love will do the same
Meet someone kind, and new
Know he'll grow to love her name
Just as I did, and still do

What will come of them, I'll wonder
Pray she finds happiness beyond compare
Under the sun, rain, and thunder
But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places


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little pale lies


sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me.

i love you, and i want to be with you,

but

you deserve someone

a little less neurotic

and

a little more normal.

someone who is honest when she whispers, “I’m so happy”

under the covers.

you make me happy.

but you shouldn’t have to change me like that.


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


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The Weeping

And so begins the weeping,
The weeping that comes in waves;
Waves that crash in evening tide
To begin the sorrows fade.
And yet in sorrow I sit,
Melancholy under night;
Night whose air reminds me still
That remembrance is the light.
And who shall be the teller,
The meter for this old song?
Sung in whispers meant for none,
Save for those who may belong.
On air and breeze cries carry,
Yet alone they reach the sea.
And I endure their telling 
As the waves crash over me.

C.L.Baker©2013


Details | Free verse | |

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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Zephyr Wind

Around me all my eyes can see
Beyond the ruins of tomorrow
confused and lonely people plea
Drowning in a sea of sorrow.

Every head is lifted high
Facing towards eclectic suns
Grasping at the shallow sigh
Hiding with the lonely ones.

Inside the martial law begins
Judges have no self respect
Killed her with the empty tins
Liberty swore to protect.

More laws are made for terrorists
No one even says a word
Overtly fearful catalysts
Promised danger is inferred.

Questioning is not allowed
Remember that you patriot
Stay the course follow the crowd
Thankful for the things you got.

Under all the false pretenses
Valued in some greedy hands
Washington still shocks my senses
Xenophobes, their heads in sands.
Yesterday the breeze blew free-
Zephyr wind, come back for me.


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What's Done In Secret Will Come Out In the Open

What’s Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I’ve read God’s word, and it’s clearly spoken… What’s done in secret… Will come out in the open! I’ve been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a “crime?” “Nobody’s watching” was the thought pondered… As my mind began to “explore and wander.” It didn’t take long for my life to go “off course.” By a powerful wind of temptation’s force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This “secret” held on, and wouldn’t go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This “secret” remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn’t fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I’m giving my life to God! He’ll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I’ve no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He’s my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






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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.


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The Things I want, The Things I Get

Once upon a time I loved a girl but she didn’t love me back.
Once upon a night I wished on a star but my dreams never came to pass. 
Twice I think I hoped for the sun and not the rain pouring in.
But my cover flew away and the drops soaked through my skin. 

I think I could wish for hard times and the dark,
And just to spite my soul the world would set ablaze from a single spark.
My money would pile high, 
girls would wave as they walked by.
And the one thing can I say for this life,
Is no one ever got a damn thing from goodbye. 


Details | Ballade | |

Big panic

Big panic

It’s just one of those days today
All the power here is gone
Oh what a catastrophy
The list goes on and on
Of all the things that we can’t do
There’s no more drinking tea
And sitting down to my computer
What a ruddy curse this be.

We never seem to realize
How lost we seem to be
Without that electricity
Can’t even watch TV
No radios or computer games
No vacuuming the floors 
Can’t even use the ruddy treadmill
And still there’s so much more.

What spoilt creatures then, are we
Until it lets us down
Then we walk around the house
Wearing a great big frown
But me I’m thinking ‘can’t be helped
That’s just the way things are
Nd so I light me up a smoke
And play my old guitar.

24 July 2013 @ 1020hrs.


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.


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Is Your Foundation of LIfe Being Destroyed

Is Your Foundation of Life Being Destroyed? Very seldom do I hear any complaints. Regarding the lacking of moral restraints. It seems like many are under some kind of a "spell." What's right or wrong? Many can't even tell! Where are the moral leaders this nation needs? As the heart of this nation continually bleeds. Many churches provide very little discretion. Pretending to be Godly… Yet little Biblical direction! No wonder many people don't know what to believe. A lifestyle of lying, drugs and sex is what they achieve. In their lives, they have no "moral boundary." Many carrying a load of "dirty laundry." To those of you who want satisfaction and victory too... There is a "moral compass" that's freely offered to you! " God's word is a solid foundation! Which speaks of HIS love and his gift of salvation! If your life is filled with hurt, and has no true meaning. It's in the direction of Jesus you need to be leaning! You don't have to live in despair and defeat! Jesus' grace and love can make you complete! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

eight

I often question if I can feel the ecstasy I used to know,
that old familiar rush that seeps through my skin.
Do I have to swallow those little numbers
(one through eight)
to make myself whole?
Only then do I fail to differentiate the warmth of my skin from the atmosphere.
And my heart pounds like a change in gravity.
My skin starts to inhale and a tidal wave crashes into my senses-
I’m disoriented and dazed and fulfilled momentarily,
so I’m lost in a cycle,
counting by eights.


Details | Light Poetry | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus My LIfe Is Quite A Mess

Jesus, My Life Is Quite A Mess! Jesus, I come before you! And humbly confess… My life has been a failure, and a mess! No matter how hard I try, or what I do… I’m embarrassed when I call on YOU! You’ve been there to help, so many times! It just seems like, “I’m running blind!” The past seems to be creeping up again… And causing me grief and pain within! I need you Jesus! Please help me! Please come to where I am, and touch me! I need your love, and your precious spirit! Thanks for being patient! And willing to give it! You are the only one, who can restore me! No matter how many problems lay before me! I come before you! And call on your name… By your blood, my life needs to be changed! Thank you my Lord, for hearing my prayer! Thank you for coming! And just being there! You’ve given to me hope! My life is renewed! By your love, my life is now brand new! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

By and Between the Senses and Silence

Chained emotion locked in seclusion; 
Down-trodden, feeling defiled, and sunken 
Deep into the bottom of grief and lamentation; 
Life so vain, skin so pale, and broken. 

How have you lived with the might that you borrow? 
Was it for own greed or for reasons so shallow? 
Memories are sometimes but the tales of the fools - 
Portraying nobility to a once wicked soul. 

The promise of a new day has tarnished its vow; 
The flowers of this occasion are now readied for mourning. 
That to regain the strength is something fate would not allow 
Except  for the remembrance into someone's heart for keeping. 

Cry! Oh Soul, may God hear that you weep; 
As no one can hear you but the Good Lord and yourself. 
So often the hypocrites and saints shall gather for a purpose; 
To commend a good name at one's foregoing repose. 

Grasp while you can for the breath that sustains the living; 
Scarcity abounds when the flesh is frail and aging. 
Gone are the times of lavishness for feasting or for wasting 
When a contract is entered into by and between the senses and silence. . . 


Date & Time of Writing: 
January 18, 2012 
3:44pm - 4:21pm 

Been suffering with vertigo for days already.  I came into thinking of a life to cease untimely and how one would try to look back his past if given the chance to have some recollection..


Details | ABC | |

no swimming

These waters are off limits
no one will know
I dip my feet in 
move forward very slow
now I'm all wet
drowning in confusion
I fight and I fight
I feel I am loosing
I know I shouldnt have gone for this swim
and even though im drowning
I'd do it all over again


Details | I do not know? | |

Delusions of a phantom life

I wont lose a moments sleep over the loss of you,
I will not miss the broken promises shattered dreams and lies,
You took my heart on a journey that left me homeless,
Root-bound, empty,
I was given over by the luster the sparkle in your eyes,
But now I see you for what you really are…..

My false self, my brokenness, my twisted world view,
The whispered doubt in the ears of a child,
No longer have you sway over me,
I have been convinced of the truth seen in the eyes of forgivness,
The door to the hidden places kicked down by fierce Love,
I am free, I am free, I am free.
Now you flee, now you flee, now you flee,
Your not me, your not me, your not me, 
But the delusion’s of a phantom life,



Details | Lyric | |

Smeared Mirror

SMEARED MIRROR

Looking dead at me 
in this smeared mirror...

a lost man
tormented 
face red
brittle with tears

making excuses 
abusing
as I glare
into the eyes of a monster with no conscience 
and a demonstrative stare

a guilty reflection appears
in this prison cell of  fear
longing for an escape 
to wipe the mirror clear

who have I become? 
what have I even done right?

crossroads appear sudden 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owns the room
and prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

horror stories
flood life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter.

~JSLambert 
                                                                        ©    PoeTTreeZ Publishing


Details | Free verse | |

Disconnection

I'm…
so tired of my heart 
breaking

I'm …
so tired of my hands 
shaking

I'm so tired of my mind
racing

I'm through pacifying 
my disconnection

Do I only love you for who you used to be?
When you said you'd wait for all eternity?
Did you drink away every memory of me?
How am I not everything you’ll ever need?!

I've had to sit down and write this 
to tell you the words i can't speak
When I'm around you now i feel weak
I'm drowning in my disconnection

Where did he go??
You are not the soul I used to know
Where did your memories go?!

Why has the meaning disappeared…
So suddenly
Now I realize I should too

You act like you remember nothing 
I can tell that’s what I mean to you
After all I’ve done for you
All I want is to be emotionless too

In the end I guess it’s what I love the most about you…..
Your disconnection.

[©2012 SLS, this soon to be a new song for It Is Rife With Ambiguity]
www.sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | I do not know? | |

Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia was a 27 year old Mozambican man, working in Daveyton near Johannesburg as a taxi-driver, who was found dead in a police cell, after police savagely dragged Mr. Macia whom they had tied to their police van.

The brutal incident of Mr. Macia being dragged was caught on camera and has shocked South Africa.

The 8 police officers involved are facing charges of murder, and have been suspended from the South African Police Service (SAPS).

This poem is an angry poem that I felt had to be written, because as a society, we need to ask ourselves and each other the hardest questions about xenophobia and intolerance and violence.





Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Death came to Mido Macia,
a savage, brutal, hellish death came to Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
death dressed-up in the colours of authority,
as callous, vile, sadistic policemen murdered Mido Macia.


The video-footage is blood-curdling,
Mido Macia being dragged,
his hands tied behind him,
to a police van.


But death came later to Mido Macia,
death cheered, clapped, and tore into Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
in the cells where they murdered Mido Macia.



Death came to Mido Macia,
a fuelled, cheered-on, instigated death came to Mido Macia.


We are all culpable,
every one of us is culpable,


from racist 'jokes' emailed and texted,
to self-righteous comments about the 'foreigners',


from casual dinner-table conversations,

'they take our jobs',
'they are crooks' 
the 'they marry our women' kind of lunch-time chats,


racist, xenophobic, hate-filled talk,


to beating a human-being to death in a police cell,


or on the streets of Cape Town, Johannesburg ,

and in Daveyton,

where death came to Mido Macia.



Mido Macia 1986 - 2013




Details | Free verse | |

How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


Details | I do not know? | |

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 . . .


Details | Free verse | |

True Reality

Why is it
I am always wrong?
Something
I have always done?
Why is it
I am 
Never good enough
In your eyes
In challenging times?

How many times
Do I have to say
“I love You?”
What will it take
To convince
That mind 
And 
Heart 
Of yours?

What can I say
That will ease 
This jealousy
And 
Resentment
You feel towards me
When drinking 
Too much booze
Killing what brain cells
Are left
In that stubborn 
Head of yours!

How long 
Will it take
For you 
To believe in me?
For I know
I am a fool 
Staying here, with you!
Feeling desperate
Lost and lonely
Dreams squashed
Emotionally drained
When ‘we’ need to pull together
In union ship
To make 
This bond strong
Between us!

'Uniting as One’'

'Love Conquering All'

“Well!”
“So, I am told!”

I love you more
Than this
Arguing and fighting!
But 
You refuse to understand
The love I have for you

My head 
Tells me to stay with you
But
My heart knows
I cannot!
For
I have asked you 
To be kind to me
I have asked
You to open up 

Your anger and rage
Continues growing
Out of control
Taking over
Like
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 
Burning bridges
Being ruthless
Always
Out for the kill!

I need to break away!
I need to clear my head!
I need to experience
Love and longevity
True togetherness
With 
The one’s I love!
My heart needs to experience
‘Healthy Love’
My heart deserves the best!
You now
Belong in my past
I am no longer the person
You once knew me, to be

Your insecurities
Your inner demons 
Far bigger
Than any of the love
You choose to acknowledge 
Or 
Feel from me!

You can believe this 
To be true
If nothing else!

“Love thy self”

Share
Without personal gain
Being 
Your Primary Motive!
Know Love 
Be Love, in Action!

Be honest
Have empathy now
As
I cut these cords
Of emotional bondage
That 
Bind us together 
True Love 
No longer 
Our foundation!

I stand on my own
Knowing
I have learnt the lessons
You have come to teach
I now know
What love isn't!
“I thank you”
For showing me this!

My illusions of love
Blinding me
Colouring my experiences
Revealing
Only what 
'I Wanted Us To Be'
Not
‘True Reality’


Details | Free verse | |

No Throne for Me

(2/11/2014)

My heart hurts 
Aches inside me like the muscle that it is
And I am cracking the bell that forgot to…
I rang it a million times   
Rang for you and for you and for you
Rang so loudly that my feet hurt and my body ached.

Forget me. I will sit in my shell absorb my nutrients 
through osomosis, photosynthesis, and have no need 
for you.  No need for any of the words you say or don’t say
From your place in the clouds of catholic school books,
Blue sky and billowing white clouds 
Radiating pinks and yellows from the sun.
Beads with you in your clouds,
Golden halos and bare feet.
The three of you in your blessed trinity
Three holy thrones with no seat for me. 


Details | Free verse | |

ANYTHING FOR YOU

Baby girl, you are my world
So why can't I fix what ails you?
I am told that I say and do the wrong thing
How else am I to fail you?

I hurt when you hurt but I'm told
I have no right
I try to show you how much I care
Even though I'm not always within sight

Inside, I feel great despair
I gave birth to you but you are not mine
Please listen, oh please mind so instead 
of quarreling why not say what is kind

I love you so much, I often wonder
What goes through your mind
And I hope that someday you can
See past whatever keeps you blind

Why the thought of losing you is
Why I continue this fight or flight
For all will reveal itself to you in due time


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Notary Unnoticed

I see
reflection

But is it 
me
seeing
again
as if
the first time
we hadn't
made love

Or perhaps
we
were
in love
and not
out of 
it

Pushing
it

between us

like
strangers


Details | Free verse | |

The Yearning and Ache

Once held a Title
A means to associate oneself
With thee Who meant more
Although it was not felt until
Another time
Perhaps the wrong or right time
It is hard to say
Thee Who Meant something
Even though, at the time
I was not meant for thee
Gave what thee needed
Attempted to help
Even when those attempts were taken 
Taken and possibly forgotten
Forgot the words, their meaning and intent
Title gone, at times used with a teasing sense
Perhaps even Mocking to what was once something
Maybe for comical purposes too but
I do not know
Regardless, the feeling is there
The feeling of thee, at one point, having a special place in thoust heart
For...someone who possibly did not deserve it
But for someone who came to harbor it
Harbor thou as someone who felt so appeasing
In several ways
The memories that are exciting to think about
To live in
To dwell on
Leaves one in a state of heartache
Not for the possibilities
Those were accepted as nothing but fantasy
A fantasy you appeared to not want to take part in
But for what once Was
What was once so Serene
So...Beautiful?
Would I dare go so far?
In this state of mind...Yes
Beautiful
Is what the moments were
Even if bad and were filled with nothing but grief and worry for thee
And thou's predicament
It always enough to be in thou's presence
To talk with thou and hear thou's voice
Addressing this one, who would revel in thou's every word 
Share moments with thee
Those moments were what one would look to
Look to without hesitation and always with purpose
A purpose to strengthen the bond
The bond that would, if not sever
Diminish into something that is...
Dreaded
Dreaded with every chatting
With every sitting
Every glance and mention
Taken with a dread that pierces the very core
The core of what aches for something that cannot be Changed
Changed to something more...
Manageable


Posted this with much reluctance.
Constructive criticism is welcomed.
Any suspiciously hinted negativity will be questioned thoroughly and then decided whether to be removed or not.

Thanks for reading, that is, assuming you did, and not just skim and or scan through for some inspiration, if so then you're welcome for something to scan and gain some degree of importance from.;P


Details | Pantoum | |

Untreatable And Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree


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Crave

picking apart what was left 
to be divine is another story 
to err you may. some say  it's human domain 
cutting in to the face of the controlled many 
timeless effort may go unnoticed at will.
rendering them powerless, fearless.
no matter what a duty must take place, to render, to cut, to cut out, to crave. 
to pick apart what was left.


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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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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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The Past Is Ash

The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’ for the man inside and stop all the internal booin’. You sound like everybody else with a story, braggin’ about past glory. What about today? Tomorrow will be today again, are you gonna be your worst enemy or be your best friend? Nobody believes you, you don’t even believe yourself, you need to take that bull*****and put in on the shelf. You can only judge and fix yourself, work on that person, no one else. You need to man up and fill your cup with the nectar that life has to offer. You want to win and be stronger, not lose and be softer. You want the fruit of your labor, to love yourself and your neighbor, to love the fan and the hater, to love what you got cuz you got it and you took it and made it cuz there was no tomorrow or later, only back then, back when, back in the day suffering every which way with your back against the wall that you made with your sorrow and your rage. Do what you do and stop being blue, you need a new blueprint printed out and co-signed by the future you, your future self, the architect and the tenant. You know what you got? A new start and a new shot. A chance to stop being a robot. A new lease on life with no lease payments and at the very least, no leash to stop you from running free in a new lot. Now it’s just you, yourself and the pie in the sky. Become the apple of your own eye, the catcher of your own rye, the ink in your own dye, the voice that will question your feelings inside and shine brightly upon all the lies in your mind. Create your future fate before time flies by and history says it’s too late, these words are your bond and your mind is a clean slate. Carve them out and breathe in each letter, fake it till you’re feeling better. Those who wronged you don’t exist, they are not your enemy, burn that list, of people you think owe you something...no one does, except one person, the hardest to find, and while you’ve been dying and losing your mind, and stressing and flexing on struggle and strife, he was right there in the mirror the whole damn time.


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The Girl Who Was My Wife

The Girl Who Was My Wife

The largest portion of my life 
Seventeen years of time,
A beautiful girl, who was my wife
Now, no longer mine

I blame no one but myself
In the fracture of her heart,
She did her best to keep it whole
As I tore it apart

I met her when we both were young
Our heads so full of dreams,
We did everything together
Just yesterday it seems

No formal education,
Not arrogant or loud
But in everything she ever did,
She always made me proud

She may not even know it,
She may not even care,
But I cherish every single year
When I knew she was there

I miss her words of wisdom,
I mess her sage advice,
I miss the look of love
I used to see within her eyes

I miss here gentle smile, 
The scent of her blonde hair,
Her plain and simple presence
That’s now no longer there,

She’d lift me up when I was down, 
And help me dry my tears,
She’d chase away the boogey man,
And calm my endless fears,

She tried so hard to make it work,
I tried hard to make it not,
And what I fought so hard for,
I suppose I finally got,
Our family left in tatters,
As best as I could tell,
And all the years since then, for me,
Have been a living hell

I tried again a couple times
As I’m sure she did too,
But no one else could take her place
And do the things she’d do

So now I cry at night alone,
No one to dry my tears,
At the mercy of the boogey man,
And all my endless fears

I tried to keep my hope alive,
That we might try again,
But my dead hope has been entombed,
Knowing we’re not even friends

And as I see her from afar,
I know how much I miss,
Her love, her touch, her gentle ways,
And yes, her tender kiss,

This one thing I want her to know,
The girl who was my wife,
She’s the best thing I have ever had,
Through my entire life


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Solitude

Skimming my lips, 
so tenderly-
you disappear in silence
a wakeful intensity of respect.
The wishes of my heart.
I find you are leaving me now.
A shadow of senses-
sight surrounding inner wealth
calling out for more.
Riding high- you have such grace.
Tears brim the surface
as I long to be the object of your desire,
once again.


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Waiting on That Call

If only I could kiss u as many times as I shed a tear last night.
I wish i were older. I wish people would  realize we are just two lonely kids trying to find a way in this world. I hope when the time comes for us to meet again we don't regret a thing. We will work out perfect we won't have to make anyone happy but ourselves. But for now, goodbye. I hope your life is as fun and amazing as you have made my life these past few months. I hope your successful, and I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I do. I hope you are happy in everything you do. Anyone who is yours is really lucky. Just know that when you need me to keep our promise, to find and fall back in love with each other, I'm where I always said I would be, waiting on that call, and on that day my life will be complete.


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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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Anniversary

It was a day that was set so deep back in her past
For as of today it was such a dark contrast
But soon after Roe vs Wade had eked into law
This poor woman would experience her greatest fall

So as each new year so intrepidly passes her by
All those questions only grow louder as to why
And just as tomorrow will soon be here
None of these answers have ever become clear

There is nothing she can change or anything she can do
Except maybe telling her story to someone like you
For tomorrow is going to be a very long day
But it will be for young women like you that this woman will pray

For even though thirty eight years have now since past
Each year gets harder to take than the last
If anyone ever offers you an anniversary like mine
I pray to God that you will instinctively decline


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Dead Spiders Weave

“It’s a terrible love 
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy

Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its pulse it cannot feel…

The longer I stare into the hollow sockets seeing only ugliness,
The easier it becomes to break into pieces over the mere thought of you
I thought it was a dull beat- a throbbing, fading beat disappearing into the night…
Though your image, once so grainy, is becoming clearer and clearer in the fogs of my consciousness
I thought it was just a dull, callous beat…
But the more it throbs against the stone, the more the stone cracks
The more the demon cries in anguish…the more I fall

So deeply in love have I become,
I can barely breathe in this misty embrace
The suspense of your blows make my innards whimper…make my mind shiver
My tearful eyes cry for your assurance
My body changes through the peeks of your light

It is all a joke!
This is all pathetic, low, meaningless! 
Surely these claws over this heart do not exist
Holding onto nothing but dead spiders who once weaved miracles
Dust and spider legs….spider eyes…they had seen so much…felt so much with their prickly appendages
Through a lovely peephole beyond the three stoned fingers…
I see the entire world where they must have crawled
A world holding you…
If only I could hold you too…

Something tells me I would never let go if I had the chance
Something tells me I would crush you
I would turn you into dust and spider legs…
 
And yes, as all demons enjoy, I would lose you
In the grip of the three stoned fingers

Unless…
You were that heart I thought I had seen…
The heart that continued to beat long after it was ripped out
The clenched heart that throbbed despite its crushing cage
The very heart that bled and bled for no body and all for the sake of love
Beating and beating, cracking those frigid fingers
Into dust…
And all of the fallen limbless creatures would gather round…
And they would tell me… “He lives yet still…”
Weaving in their webs the very bloods and salts you pumped
Within me…and beyond me

Dead spiders weave and weave and weave…
And unlike human hearts, their ideas never tire


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The Visit

11:21 PM 9/27/01                         The Visit

I sit in splendor amongst the sun
Of an afternoon sky

Surrounded
I look below to see the stones
Skyward proud they stand

Some I know, most imagined
All the quieter now

Deer travel the fringes here
Off to the East a bit
Never to offend these resting souls
Passersby in life

In a moment of silence I sit......
Remembering 
How precious life can be

How voices no longer heard
Can resound within the soul
Lighten the sky in brilliance
Form clouds in shapes of love

Me in the afternoon sun
And you in my beating heart

A reflection of the day










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Watchmaker

Somewhere a watch is heard;
Riding the waves as the gears turn.
Echoes within ripples, never ends. 
The waves splash, the shore bends. 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock..
 
The freeze of the past, a misty rain. 
Forever here to last, memories reign. 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock..

Seconds viciously tearing, ripping;  
Away at my mind chipping, daring. 
To be at a loss, to be frozen. 
Between my gums a piece of floss, 
Fragile teeth cracking; broken. 

Tick-tock, tick-tock.. 

Condensation icy on its face;
Its hands angry and shaking in place. 
Screaming as minutes fade, 
Dripping water; ripples made.  

Tick-tock..

Life in time - this tomb of mine.

Tick..


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DISTANT THOUGHTS

The stressor is physical.
Her fatigued body stops to rest.
Her favorite pastime is reading.
She lays back to think of herself.
Maybe the malaise will leave just as it manifest.
The malady is felt as a sort of wooziness.

She has withdrawn and her inner voice whispers in response to her agitation.
The malady seems to take her energy away.
Her aloof demeanor is distant thoughts of vertigo.

Spanish Harlem is her temperament.
Her nature is that she is tired and need to rest.
Maybe life giving is not at its best.
Therefore, she reads placated.

Contemplative woes are regrets.
Her hand has paused in the text.
Will she find her place once again?
Alternatively, she will reread lacking the remembrance.

An affliction an aura the wretchedness she feels.
Her mind is propitiated.
She is detached from her activity.
She has formed misery.
_________________________|
Penned on May 26, 2014!


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Contrast's

I never wake up,
Like a "Normie" man,
With a bright day waiting,
With a positive Plan!
In the morning's, I'm puking,
I'm dirty as hell..,
Crawling out of my bag...
I never feel well!
Remembering a life..,
Which once was mine...,
When I was hopefull..,
When life...seemed fine!Bright day's...beckoned..,
They were just ahead...
But...my past would haunt me...,
Alway's fresh in my head!
I tried to stuff it...
Just to shove it away!
But...my shame, it lingered..,
It had it's own way!
I lost my family...
I lost that good life,
The Bottle...it beckoned..,
With The Promise...within..,
"I'll kill those memorie's..,
With me...you'll win"
Now..Hope is gone..,
I never feel well...,
I'm just...existing..,
In my version of hell!


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As In the Days of Noah


As In the Days of Noah… As in the days of Noah, there was wickedness in the land!. So shall it be in the days of the coming of the son of man! There were many forms of ungodliness that were enjoyed! Until the day of the flood... Then it was all destroyed! Imagine building an ark that took one hundred and twenty years! The labor it took! Throughout the blood, sweat and tears! The people laughed, and thought Noah was “out of his mind.” But soon, the wrath of God, is what they would find! God gave them a chance to repent, but no one would. So he had Noah and his family made an ark out of wood. Noah warned them all, consequences there would be! And warned them of where they’d be spending eternity! Then, the rains came and poured like never before! The people got scared! They couldn’t take anymore! They cried and shouted, “Noah” “please let us in!” “We didn’t believe you, when you told us of our sin!” The door on the ark was shut! God’s judgment came down! Other than Noah’s family, there was no one else around! America’s days of wickedness will be coming to an end! Very soon, God’s judgment will certainly begin! Will you mock the men of God? Who preach God’s word? Or will you live as if, his truth, you never heard? As in the days of Noah, so shall it be at Christ’ return! Will you join him in heaven? Or stay on this earth to burn? By Jim Pemberton


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Erosion

Grief erodes him softly from the inside out
It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t shout
Like a silent gas it seeps and permeates
Forming a cloak over his usual state
Infiltrating the inner being
It’s host unknowing and unseeing
Anger rages back and forth
Throwing its host’s life off course

The external eye cannot see
the inner war or causality
Where once stood an upright soul
Grief has twisted it around a ragged pole
He thinks he knows, but he cannot feel
As grief is the thief that makes life unreal

Will it swallow him alive?
Surely he must be the one to survive!
His companion begs to ask –

Will he be the man he was before this arrived?
Or will grief be too successful in its task?

These questions remain unanswered
As grief is forever the silent dancer
It does not care to share its mission
To release the pain that started this endless frission…..


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INSTTUTION AIN'T NO SOLUTION

Institution Ain’t no Solution!


I’m a feeling sick,
I need to leave,
Rosy plays with feces, 
As she clutches for my sleeve,

Where the hell’s the keys
Lock the door,
Blood trickles from Geoff’s ear
As he cracks his head against the floor

Archie’s breaking windows
Cutting up his wrist
Glen’s going stir-crazy
So he lashes out with his fist

Hold that bastard down,
Strap to the bench
My vision getting foggy,
I’m getting nauseous from the stench

Do we know what they want?
Can we give them what they need?
Shall we modify their behavior? 
Or sit back and watch them bleed

Psychologist, Psychiatrist
Teachers and their aides
What function do they serve?
Besides that of janitors and maids

They wear Institution clothes
They follow Institution rules
Eat Institution food
And become institution fools!

So sleep my friend
No reason for to rise
The sun forsakes these wired windows
Bringing brightness to your eyes

Your body’s trapped within these walls
Yet, I know your soul soars free
So do your thing, you’ll be king 
And I pray that you pardon me



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Unending Wars

Unending wars




Heart rendering cries and war widows, 
Innocent faces bound to lose their glow,

Why this war and bloodshed ?

To define boundaries on religion and race,
Confine it to bravery and conquer for grace,

What in return are we going to get ?

Best of minds putting up to destroy,
Aren't we leading a dead convoy ?

When do we rise above war for humanity sake ?

Why not cherish birth rather ending up life,
Shun destruction and put an end to strife,

Do we still need to ponder ?

His amazing creations and nature in hue and cry,
I can't even breathe, can slashed wings ever fly ?

Unless we intellectuals put an end to unending wars !!






Written December 16th, 2014
For Cyndi's contest 'I can't breathe'


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River of Grief

From underneath the blue of aching rivers
which push my thoughts away from those of grief
I hold my breath and stiffen in a shiver

too rare a friend to bleed on my belief
I'm sure my lungs will give in in a minute
and learn to love the water in relief

You don't know grief until you find you're in it
and then you're faced with quite a bitter choice
You either learn to bare and try to grin it

or swim to aching waters with a voice
A sense of certain cold exhilaration
with which the river grief long often toys

is meant for current soul's rejuvenation
to sweep along in blue of bubbling dreams
where long burnt memories are revelations

and sadness isn't always what it seems
I long to breathe the river and inspire
refreshment filled with life until it teems

and maybe bitter grief will then expire
to push from frigid depths out in the blue
to cleanse my aching soul in it's desire

but then I would be left with thoughts of you
too much a winding river to escape from
and so I know not what my soul should do...


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I Left Again

I left,again,for that place today,
For that spot we once called our own.
The charm,at arrival,had no less been dimmed-
Though the site looked so overgrown.

I felt,again,dismayed by its condition,
Grief tugging the hem of my spirit.
It could,I surmised,be so easily achieved-
To show grief I somehow need fear it.

I smiled,again,as I came to resolve,
I'd consume grief to fuel dreams unchained;
With freedom,hard swept,to blink back my tears-
To check what has left my heart pained.

I stayed,again,perhaps much too long,
'Cause time cannot pass through this gate;
But I,melancholic,knew leaving was apt-
That time impolite will not wait.

I left,again,somewhat better for coming,
A new resolution in mind;
Return,tools in hand,and start tending our place-
Bring back what we once used to find...