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Midnight Brings The Dawn

It seems that all my life I’ve seen some darker times Now and then the times I knew were more than I could stand. But, learn we must, from all hard times and soon we come to know It’s trying times that we go through that makes a boy a man. When we feel weak at heart and think we’ll never make it Our spirit strengthens us to somehow carry on. It’s then we learn that just at midnight things could get no worse And soon we see the darkness fade and midnight brings the dawn. Every midnight has a dawning Every dawning has a day Where daylight shines on things remembered And some things lost along the way. And every passing daylight Brings evening into play Where we’ll face another midnight That brings, yet, one more dawning day. It seems a pattern thus emerges, Monotonous as it may seem, Every midnight brings a dawning, Filled with all our daylight dreams. Dreams are meant to bring survival To those who may have lost their way. Who found the darkness of the midnight Kept the dawning light at bay. So, as near as I can figure, There’s this we can rely on However bleak the darkest midnight, After midnight comes the dawn. Written by John Posey 04/09/13


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Lest We Forget

In churned up soil the poppy rose 
On top of death, still steadily grows 
And in our minds we see the crosses 
That lie in rows and count our losses 

Blood that drips from tiniest bloom 
Beloved children, lost from the womb 
Their essence blown upon the earth 
For infinity, will show their worth 

And so they marched by decree 
A war they fought, so we could be free 
The poppy, how we remember them now 
So in silence we do reverently bow 

One single day, just once every year
To remember all the horror and fear 
To give thanks and praise, to those in need 
Who saved us through unselfish deed 

For so young when they said goodbye 
With no idea that so many would die 
In Flanders Fields where poppies grow 
Innocence, now lays buried in each row 

For those that did return safely home 
Their spirit lost and so had flown
To fly away among the peaceful skies 
With friends and larks with carefree eyes

In the thunder hear the roar of guns
Calling to all our native sons
Arise, arise, from sleep once more
For once again, there will be war

In Flanders Fields, the poppies grow 
They cover our loved ones, buried below 
Like a blanket, they protect all within 
From a world that is ravished by sin 

More souls will join them as the years go by 
More wars will be fought, as the lark does cry 
More fields will be filled, with our dead 
And poppies will mark their graves in red

"Lest we forget and more shall die"
"In Flanders Fields our loved ones lie"

 


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The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


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And The Road Begins?

Mornings are dreadful time in life unless waking beside gorgeous woman hopefully 
a not married one  husbans can be such a downer.
And when ya wake to a warm beautiful creature by your side.
And the first thought that comes to your mind is i wonder whats for breakfest.

Then ya probaly cant read the menu to start with and desserve 
to have a oversized weight lifter re arrange your ribs.

Im a southern man once means several things  non of which means im normal.
And this morning finds my yerning for a trip and widespread  mischief.
My amigo had vanished after are trip south of the boarder I remember saying 
to myself as i watched him  running naked across the dessert  being chased 
by the flying monkeys  he was surley seeing after his consumption of a foreign substance 

There goes a fine american.

I would have ran after him  but  but i didnt want thoose things to turn there attention to me 
I herd they had a thing for southern  actscents.
And theres nothing  worse than a bunch of horney flying monkeys trust me 
Ive delt with this problem  befor.

and being it was happy hour i knew my slightly insane amigo would understand 
in all his naked glory.
Besides  I left him some sneakers  and a sixpack.
And kept his credit card for safe keeping.

Naked men have no place to keep credit cards and I figured he was in no state to handle 
money.

So as i sit  behind  the wheel  ready to to get lost in the madness of fast food and
  the ant hill of insanity that is wall mart i turn my thoughts to vegas.
For where would a lost nude slightly insane person  run to and feel at home.

I had turn the music up to drown out the sound of whoever was in the trunk.
I figured if i had put sombody in there  in a drunken moment.
It had to be for a good reason.

And so with slightly hungover mindset are road begins.
and so with that do the games also.
And i figured hanging around with a cops wife wasnt the smartest idea.
That and im allergic to bullets.

My muse and 16 year old spirtiual advisor had phoned me to say that.
I probaly needed to Invest in the spirt of Jack Daniels  today.
And hey she had went to church more than once  so who was I to argue.

With a five five spitfire by the name of tinker.
so with A unknown companion in the trunk not helping my hangover i was off
to the races  Untill next time kiddies. 
Adios and im off to find my amigo.


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A Mere Pile Of Bones

A Mere Pile Of Bones


Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just a memory in the dark past
Stripped of every lie one polishes and hones
facing this truth, nothing can forever last!

Stark, reality of deeds soaked in slime
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me
Memories, stones in the honeyed ring of time
everything costs so dearly, nothing is free!

Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart
fled pleasure of any future winning goal
sudden truth is ripping rest of me apart!

This pile of bones, only treasure I have got
smelling this meat even after a slow rot!

Robert J. Lindley, 08 -30-2014

note:
Sonnet rewritten this morn. Originally it was a 
twenty verse poem. I saw and thought rewriting
it into a sonnet would be much better.


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Questions

Who is more righteous,
The pious man who watches in awe,
Or the faithless man saving those in the blaze?

Who is stronger,
The man who lifts a ton with one arm,
Or the mother of four on her own?

Who has lost more,
The man who has lost his money,
Or the man who has lost his love?

Who is weaker,
The man who can't fight back,
Or the man who won't fight for him?

Who Is more savage,
The man who doesn't know right from wrong,
Or the man who doesn't care?

Who is wiser,
The man who has the answers,
Or the man who asks the questions?


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Lonely Dreams

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


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Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


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Does Not Need a Title

My mind is always running like an overflowing faucet
Like a never ending bouncing ball that someone took and tossed it
Paid for with attention that I forgot how much it costed
As my mind will sometimes lose itself and I forget just where I lost it

A mind is that a beautiful place yet it can also be very scary
As those with sight to read the mind all readers be wary
Like the venom of a beautiful plant flaunting poison berries
Poison thoughts can rot the mind and the perspective that it carries

What would it be like to explore another mind
Is it like a whimsical circus from thoughts of different kinds
Or would it be a calming stream to help leave troubles behind
Perhaps reality is an illusion conjured from the thoughts we find

As my mind sits in mental slumber 
I sit in a corner and sometimes wonder
How I allowed myself to be pulled under
By my own mental blunders

Still thoughts run like a marathon with no intent of stopping
Time would steal a moment's notice while seconds continue dropping
As time sheds into the past the present continues cropping
For time is neither round nor linear but explodes the moment popping

Times combustion blinds the  mind stealing that which it most wants
Memories reflecting the past with the regret that serves to haunt
The present steals the frown from the past wearing a smile that taunts
Reminding thoughts that the confidence it bears comes from the pain it flaunts

In the past, when the present seemed to be facing a downward slope
As if the foot of reality lost its traction slipping on water and soap
When falling to an inverted sky reality extends a rope
Some may call the extension luck while others call it hope

Or maybe faith, hope and luck stem from the same fibers of thought
Like time catching us in the moment thinking it is time we have caught
Reminding us of something we don't know but ought
Control what you can control for time we can not


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The Loose Connection

So much is lost in time.
Words are taken  in the wrong meaning.
Soon te bridge is but a scar of memory.

Sweet moments but a fargone reflection none of which
I choose to recall.
the laughter stale as the beer in this smoke filled room.

Music heals but stabs us deep.
Cents for the pain.
Numbers the tune.

Her body is there but not for anyone to
truley know.
the backward thougts with forward visions.

The emptyness my home hollow in the aftreglow.
My return is long overdue and  to soon  my exit.
A thief of emotion that exist only within my pen.


Has it been lost all over agian?


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Untwisted

Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
         All the prices we have paid 
The memories of the happy as well as the sad 
            The people we’ve lost
           The friends that we had 
Some memories just seem like a ghost 
I always lost everyone that I loved the most 
The wind would just carry them away 
             Along with my tears 
            And my ability to pray
    I wonder how far is heaven from here?
              How many more heartaches 
                 How many more tears 
              I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say 
To all the people that I loved and I lost 
             I’m not even tripping 
             My heart paid the cost 
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise 
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes 
    As he drug her under and then let her go 
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow 
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf 
After that I forgot  
           There was anything left  
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck 
When I was just a boy 
God through me under the truck 
Of all the things in life we feel 
   We are all bound to God’s will 
Passion is a doorway between love and hate 
    God is the dealer in the game of fate 
              Our place is not to question why 
                       For if we do our faith will die 
            The deeper we hate the deeper we love 
            I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above 
                    Every gift comes at a price 
A world of experience behind my advice 
     Every smile holds a lifetime of pain 
Nothing that happens should happen in vein 
                         It is our choice that which we do 
 Know in your heart these words are true 
The harder we fall the further we climb 
             No ones life is totally sublime 
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you 
                 But only the living word is true 
The living word that beats in your heart 
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart 
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die 
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up 
Please come break my bread and share in my cup 
By the time our journey is through 
                      I’ll share all I am with you 
          Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see 
              ---Untwisted is truly the way to be---



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The Beauty Of Austria Shattered

I remember the dream of Austria
As the war for me was finally closing 
High in my turret upon the Sherman
I entered this mountain paradise at last
Until I reached the earthly gates of hell

Within those eyes I found despair
That spark of life long dead
Their hearts filled of solitudes poison
Muted voices no longer calling out
Thousands of souls starving for hope
Existing amongst corpses who had lost it
Now just shadows of the once proud
Crushed by tyranny simply because they “were”

Empty men drifting about lost in a miring haze
Praying for the peace only death grants
So very few seemed to hold onto humanity
They had nothing to fear because all was lost
As I stood at the hells gates called Mauthausen

In that moment I found the truest of evils
Under the threshold of Hades a toxoid of hatred
Not truly comprehending what my eyes spoke
Numbed in fears I never knew subsisted within me
Standing frozen I wanted nothing more than to run
As the shell of that crying man fell in my arms
I am haunted by his words…”godheid bedanken”
My faith transfused giving him a moments hope

Within those high peaks of the songs of paradise
I lost my soul at the gates of a concentration camp
Every night since I hear his voice thanking God
He called us the wrath and thunder of reckoning
But…I was just a boy with rifle searching for a respite


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Pure Innocence

When and where, why and who?
What could I do?
At the time didn't have a clue.
Hind sight tells it's tale.
But yesterday isn't for sale.
And sentiment gets lost in unopened mail.

The time I'd spend to have some back.
To change direction and get on track.
Because tomorrow costs too much.
When you've lost your way and your out of touch.

Summers over without a friend.
Winters coaxing autumns end.
Todays borrowed to the limit without a dime.
To find I'm almost out of words that rhyme.

The essence of this prose, I'm not sure I've cast.
It's not about the present, future or past.
But the purity of heart and soul.
And what ever it would take to feel whole.


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Minor Discomfort

Does everybody feel the same as I do?
Lost? Adrift? Disconnected? Confused?
Does anyone know how to ease the hurt of truth
For the accuser, as well as the accused?

I've heard there's bliss
Found somewhere in ignorance
For those who have been stripped
Of their already fleeting innocence

So I continue to move through this life
Practiced smile, that doesn't quite reach my eyes
Which instead reflect the emptiness
That fills me up inside

It hurts to feel so alone and uncertain
Consumed by doubt and fear
Eventually life becomes a burden
Damaged beyond all repair

The temptation to numb all sensation
It more powerful than one might believe
I'll sacrifice the pleasure, to relieve the devastation
As passion gives way to apathy

Say whatever you want
About those who dwell on the past
Go ahead and judge me from your moral soapbox
While you cower behind your mask

The opinions of most matter very little to me
It won't be taken to heart as you intend it to be
First you'd have to practice the words you preach
If you ever do then I promise I'll start listening


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Dry Tears

I can’t cry
Tears won’t fall
Dried up forever
A built up wall

You can’t hurt me
I’m too numb to feel
The lash of your sting
This time it’s real

I’ve lost the ambition
And drive to do right
I’ve lost the admiration
And the will to fight

I can’t cry
My tears have disappeared
I can’t give you back
What you stole over the years

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Life

Life

I live in a dangerous world, where nothing is what it seems.
I have seen the strongest men weep like children torn from their dreams.
I have seen the wisest of men falter in the path they have made for others.
I have seen unnecessary fighting among even the closest of brothers.

Hope is sought after but not found.
The only truths we know are lies.
Men destroy that which is sacred.
Children are left to hear their own cries.

Peace is giving way to extinction.
Love is being taken away.
Death has left her dark hiding place.
And innocent lives are lost each day.

Pain has become an epidemic.
Our days are giving in to dismay.
Man has lost his ability to think.
Man has lost his ability to pray.

But, violence will have its end someday.
One day it shall cease to be.
Men will think with their heart.
And hope shall be set free.

Life will destroy the pain of death.
Love will conquer the confines of fear.
All of our days will end with hope.
We will be reunited with those we hold dear.

Hate will taste the bitterness of defeat.
Souls shall inhale the breath of life.
Ignorance will be slain by knowledge.
There will no such word as strife.

In the depths of our soul we know this day will come.
We hope that this is what world will someday be.
But until that day finally comes, this is what I will see

I will see a dangerous world, where nothing is what it seems.
I will see the strongest men weep like children torn from their dreams.
I will see the wisest of men falter in the path they made for others.
I will see unnecessary fighting among even the closest of brothers.


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after you died

The tear of my eye
Won’t come down anymore

After you died
I forgot faithfulness, love and destiny
Friendship among my life

I stayed in my room
So lonely I sat
My injured heart bleeds blood from inside

After you died
The sun won’t come up
The moon wont rise

After you died
The spot of light inside me was gone

After you died
There’s no one to talk to
No other side

The earth would cry 
Waiting for you ….
My broken soul
Would prefer to die ……


After you died 
The friend that was so faithful 
Won’t come back to life

After you died
Misery, desperate, and anger
Were placed in I 

After you died
There was no one to hold to 
No one to help you fly 

After you died
No one gave me a hand 
No one showed me the path 
That I had lost 
From you 
From you 
No one told me that this would happen 
No other plan 

Where did you go 
I’m lost without you 
My feelings had left me 
I had no other chance 

Tell me 
Where did u go? 
After you died?






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In All The Excitement

In all the excitement I forgot to say
I love you more each and every day
In all the excitement I just lost face
For my love I just merely misplaced

In all the excitement I lost my way
I forgot to remember how to play
In all the excitement I got too involved
Now to have a good time I have resolved

In all the excitement I missed precious things
Like rainbows, stars and butterfly wings
In all the excitement I forgot who I was
That is the worst thing simply because

In all the excitement I forgot to be me
The fool that almost everybody can see
In all the excitement I just had to pay
For the bad things I did on the way

In all the excitement I will finally drown
Will anyone save me the last time I go down?
In all the excitement will at last I repent
Or is it too late are my chances all spent

In all the excitement will someone explain?
Why I feel my life has gone down the drain
In all the excitement when all’s said and done
At my funeral I hope everyone will have fun 


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lost to the darkness

The beauty of nothing
Is what I see.
If people opened their eyes
They would not see me.
There maybe less space
When I am around,
But I am not seen.
I cannot be found.
I am not worth
My weight in gold.
I am not worthy
For someone to hold.
I do not wish
For another day.
I do not dream.
I no longer pray.
I do not understand
Why I'm still here.
I do not understand
Pain and tears.
Explain to me why
The good are to die.
The bad left behind
To continue their lies.
Where is this light
I hear about?
I'm lost to the darkness
With no way out. 
I think of death
And what it might be.
To end this nothingness
Which is me.
The answers continue
To be hidden from me.
For today, tomorrow.
Perhaps, eternity.
You cannot give love
Then laugh at me.
For I am lost to the darkness
And noone sees.


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Mistakes

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


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Generic Minds

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


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The Internet: Return

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


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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    


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Generic Oppression Poem

Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you  cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just in my view, what do I know?

You control the language that describes pain
But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel
My soul is ripped from my body and bound,
On to your machines on which I slave and toil.

You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt
Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees
But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack
While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury.

Everything has its time and its place, yours is over
End is near, for you and everything you hold dear
Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction
And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.


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Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


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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 | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




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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
!!


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The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


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We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer.  It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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


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Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids…

I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids.
He told me; “how dare anyone tell me how I should live!”

He added; “what I do is no one else’s business but my own.”
“No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!”

When given scripture that clearly forbids what he’s doing…
It’s the backward kind of life… That he’s choosing!

He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity.
It’s like he has, in his body, an “infected cavity.”

God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions!
If we don’t obey, it’ll lead to our spiritual destruction!

It doesn’t matter if 10,000 churches say that it’s o.k. to do!
God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU!

There are choices we all have, that are to be made!
Are you going to be victorious in Christ?  Or sin’s slave???

Have you thought about living for Jesus?  And what it cost?
If we’re not sacrificing our lives for him, we’re forever lost!

If you’re one who’s caught up into a life filled with perversion…
May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus?  And a righteous conversion?

God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by!
It’s either God’s rules, or man’s, that you’ll either live or die by!

Won’t you choose a life that God has chosen to give you?
He created mankind!  It’s no secret how much he loves you!

The opportunity is here!  It may never come again!
Won’t you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin?

Jesus can set you free!   Won’t you let him help you?
He’s patiently waiting…   Just because he wants to!

By Jim Pemberton   10/07/13


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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   


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Haikus About God: V

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


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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)






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I Am Poetry

I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
                     a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,

and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly 
                     sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades 
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry 
                     fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,

Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion 
                     itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so 
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever 
                     careering from caustic career path to another new low,

Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving’s 
                    counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the 
                    fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp 

Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent 
                    with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering 
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond 
                    farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering 

Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and 
                    gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the 
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed 
                    existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a

Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding 
                    gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of 
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels 
                    in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. 


Praise no other; I am poetry.


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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


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PASSIONS

PASSIONS 


On the deck of his life’s boat 
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown 

Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzled mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing in a labyrinth 
Of faint speculations

The dilemma was his, knowing not were to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood: 
Equally appealing
              Equally accessible
                              Equally demanding!

He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort a sound failure:
                           The riddle persists
                                    The obscurity endures
                                                   The enigma remains.

Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.

Suddenly, his choleric aimless and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy: 
  For control 
           Hungry for rule and
                      Thirsty for power 
Arrogant, reckless hands and 
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved 
Reason: The illuminated helmsman 
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.

Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived from its power   
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning, 
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and 
Of shameful vice. 

Then, as the sails of vanity and of blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to 
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank to the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which 
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
 
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   18 January 2013  


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Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone


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Haikus About God: IV

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


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We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered 
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
 Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
 Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
 It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
 All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter 
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
 Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter 
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster 
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
 
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
 If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
 You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
 Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
 You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
 Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
 SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!


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There's A Lot In Life, That I Don't Understand


There’s a lot in life, that I don’t understand! And a lot of wickedness throughout this land! A lot of heartache and misery, is what I’m seeing! Any kind of commitment, seems to be disappearing! Being faithful to anything, seems to be of the past. My lives seem to be falling apart… And fast! Any principles of Godly living, seem to be ignored. So many appear to be, “complacent and bored.” I often wonder what God must be thinking. When it seems like this whole world is “sinking!” I’ve decided to come to Jesus! And really pray! That people will really listen to what God has to say! “What shall the righteous do, if the foundations are destroyed?” Very soon, many of our “freedoms,” will not be enjoyed! Please, dear Jesus, come and heal our broken nation! Help us all to confess our sins! And accept your salvation! Please come and bring your peace and love within! That we may seek the living God! Once again! God is our only hope! It’s in him, that we’re strong! It’s in his arms of mercy, that we all belong! Please God… Come and touch us with your healing! It’s only in you, that we have a true meaning! By Jim Pemberton


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Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming

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


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A Low Church


“All war is a deception”

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

24/09/2011

By Tahera Mannan

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


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Haikus About God: VI

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


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We're Just Sinful Human Beings

We’re Just Sinful Human Beings! All of us are just sinful human beings! Scripture says; “the heart is sinful above everything!” Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away… Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day! God made Adam and Eve, with perfection! But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection! He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice. It was up to them to listen to his voice. They had all they could want, with one instruction. Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction. Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind. And their disobedience affected all of mankind! Since that time, mankind has needed atonement! Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment! Only his blood can wash away sin’s dark stain! It can only be found when one calls on Jesus’ name! We’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory! But wait! This doesn’t have to be the end of the story! God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU! The love and blood of Jesus, can make you BRAND NEW! His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange! You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed! This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take! Won’t you do it now? For eternity’s sake??? By Jim Pemberton


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Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


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Inevitable Bear

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

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


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Unlucky I ams

I am a 2 gig desktop computer in the 21st century,
A phone model that’s just been phased out,
How can I convince the youngsters that I also had my days?
I am a Tata Nano right in the midst of a formula one race
Dwarfed and outshined

I am that athlete who finishes fourth in a photo finish
Yes just outside the podium positions
A toilet tissue,
Doing the worst job there is out there
I can’t win can i?

I am that politician sitting in opposition for fifty years
I may never attain pole position
Feel for that frail and ageing prince,
For his mother, The Queen keeps going strong
He may never reach promisedland

I am that sad student,
Repeating a paper because of that elusive single mark
You know I’m that hurdler
The one who led a final only to stumble at the last obstacle
I tried basketball
But every shot I tookwas an air ball

I am that mother who can’t identify the father of my child
I am that teenage boy who’s just lost a fight to a little girl
I’m that fellow who forgets an umbrella on a rainy day
Think of that performer acting in an empty arena
The comedian whose jokes are dry

I’m a broken guitar
I’m a cracked mirror
I’m three legged chair
I’m but a leaking roof
Life is not at all fair 
Everything seems aloof

I was small league star
But I barely leave a mark in top flight
I was a big fish in a small pond
I’ve become small fish in a big sea
Out of my depth but I will not stop trying

Yes I missed many penalties in my life 
Hit the post when my team was down
Had my fair share of own goals
I cut myself when I shave
But that doesn’t stop me

I will hit the reset button
Reboot the system if necessary
I have a master plan
A wonder drug and it will work
Or will it?


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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


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Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

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

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

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


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Seeking Serenity

Today was both beautifully pleasant and awfully disappointing. I met a friend, and lost a friend. The sad thing in this, the friend I lost and met was the same person.
This dreadful sensation drools over me, am I that repulsive? Am I that bad in first impressions?
How is it? I am bad.. How is it? I am hated by many and by each and every person I meet. Why is it; I am hated? My intentions were always pure, my smile was always kind, my remarks and chats were always friendly. 
Then what is it that I did? That was so dreadful. What is it that I will do? To erase it? What is it that you ask of me? 
This heart of mine has gone astray. Those voices in mind have gone with no sound.
Those eyes have gone blind. To a path, to any path, they no longer see right or wrong.
Why is it; this my fate? What can possibly repay? All those odious, intolerable memories and days of mine? 
I have lived, this loathsome life of mine, with no reason, with no goals, with no dreams, sturdy patience did I own, did I so longingly lose.
I look up to the sky with tired, impassive eyes. I have waited, I have stood. But when? And where? Will I have friends much as sincere, much as comforting, much as everlasting.
I listen to the same track over and over again, with deep feelings of weariness and fatigue oozing from me; same questions, same wonders, and the same unanswered calls. 
These days, they drain me and consume me, I have nothing left, maybe its time to give up, to truly surrender. There’s nothing left and nothing will ever be the same, I want to rest now, liberate myself from all these feelings, and emotions, I wanna find peace once and for all, whether it is on this expiring earth or eternal heavens. 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





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


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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


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Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It’s plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn’t for him… I don’t know what I’d do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He’s given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A “heavenly interaction!” He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I’m very thankful! For all that he’s provided! I’m going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You’ve done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I’ll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton


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A Saga Awaits You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Gull Wheels On!


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Dehydrate Me

She Sings about Love, But She's Broken
On The Inside Like a Dulling Light.

                - He Lost His Muse -
           - But She Lost So Much More -

Maybe None of us are Talented, Maybe
Love Perpetuates Creativity.

                - Onto a Steel Corridor -
            - Spattered With Broken Glass -

The Only Way Out of This is To 
Let The Waves Lap at Your Feet. 

                - So That The Shoreline Weighs -
               - More Than The Deepest Fathoms -

I'll Play With Fireflies in The Twilight, and They'll
Indulge Themselves in My Eyeline Reflections.

                - Fall To Your Knees in the Water -
               - So That The Salt Stains Your Lips -

Sink Your Teeth Into My Neck and Bite
My Mouth, It Was How Your Back Arched.

                - But Don't Ever Let it Bring You Down -
               - If We Burn, We'll Burn Together, Alone -               


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Gratefulness

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


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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?


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As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I’m trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don’t understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God’s laws certainly belong! I’ve tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they’ve made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they’ll serve God all the days they’re livin’! Even though I’ve failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I’ve taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I’m thankful for the opportunity to call them “mine.” I pray they’ll seek God’s guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God’s love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I’m trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton


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I lay sleeping

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Get out of my Heart

I lay, dripping, soaked within a dark sweat,
seeing and hearing your soft voice abet.
I want to run, to leave this merciless realm,
but you pull me closer, without a choice at helm.
Get out of my dreams.

I miss you, but I hate you, every last memory.
You taunt my every being, you’re all that I see.
I see you in the crowds, or when I’m all alone.
You’re here and there, on your heartless throne.
Why couldn’t you stay?
Get out of my life.

I hear your laughter and see your beautiful smile.
Once so beautiful, now helping others with guile.
You’re now decayed, withering into shallow dust.
I loved you so much, and never again will I trust.
Get out of my head.

Tears I weep, when others aren’t around to see –
I remember the days, the months and years I bleed.
I try to forget, and to hate you and your choices.
But all I can hear are these damn forgiving voices.
Maybe I am what you proclaim me to be.
Was I really that monster, that demon you see?
I hate what I love and love what I hate.
I try to erase our past, and to claim it our fate.
But I can’t let go, you’re all that I hear and see.
I wished you could have loved, that loathsome “me”.
Get out of my heart.


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The Traveler

I took a journey down a dark road,
And now I’m a traveler, exhausted.
My heart, was unable to carry the load,
And I nearly lost it!

I was a traveler looking for an answer
But all I found was heartache.
I watched as Mother battled cancer
And that was almost too much to take!

I became lost a time or two,
And found an old familiar trail.
I had to escape the memory of you,
For I felt I was living in hell!

My travels took me to some dark places,
And some people thought I would not survive.
I’ve come to read expressions on faces,
So, why be surprised that I’m still alive?!

My journey often made me weary,
But I still continued to roam.
I maintained my spirituality,
And soon traveled back home.

I’ve learned a lot about myself
And  I learned so much of others.
Love is more valuable than wealth
And priceless is a hug from a mother!


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LOST

You've been gone for a while, I needed you with me. Where have u been? Was I too much??? Have I lost u for good? I've found myself up through the night, Unable to find that piece of u that calms! So I wander, To no where!!! Stuck in between subliminal lines.... Was I too much??? Have I lost u for good? Seeing only in shades of life, And none of it is quite what it seems Everything confuses me, Only with you, Is it clarity. WAS I TOO MUCH??? HAVE I LOST U FOR GOOD? In a world of insanity,phasing in and out of reality... Every morning my pores start to tear, Nervously awaiting and hoping you would come back to me... At the break of sanity I no longer ask? Was I too much. Excepting that my pressures are yours .... When the weight becomes too heavy Poof your GONE!!! Dreadfully realizing that without YOU, I am nothing...... The one thing I can't bear to lose!!!! MY MIND!!!


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A frog like me

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

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

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

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

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


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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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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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My Brother Needed Prayer

My brother came to me, desperate for prayer! Filled with hopelessness and despair! I reached out to him to begin to pray… But I couldn’t find any words to say! The Holy Spirit began tugging at my heart within… Convicting me of holding on to a “secret sin.” THIS SIN, God told me I must first let go, For this was eating at my soul! My prayer life had been such a mess! I repented! And to God… I confessed! I called out to Jesus’ precious name! Inviting him into my heart to reign! On bended knees before my Lord I began to bow, My prayer was going to be answered… Somehow! The prayer request for my brother Was going to be met! For God has never failed me YET! By Jim Pemberton


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Where Will I Be Tomorrow

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


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Are You Ready to Meet Jesus

Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there’ll be A meeting In the air! God’s people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton


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Just Be

                                                 
                                                   'Being lost'

                                            ...is my being lost? 

...or is my sight contrived and incongruent, looking but not focusing from so many angles

                                       Inwards out - outwards in

A' woods for the trees' moment, when overwhelming analysis clouds and distorts

                                                   'Feeling lost'

                                     ..since when was lost a feeling ?
 
Or have I dulled and muted feelings in exchange for a rational thought process that's easier than what is...

                                                     'LOST'

                         The word itself LO..yep, ST...saint? hmm no


                    Standing back now adjusting perspective, widening view 

              Lost in relation to what I ask?... who's finding who?

	Does this all matter, am I caught in a disruptive thought pattern

Just filling the void and wasting the time, asking the questions and justifying the whys..

                           A lifetime of crossing the t's and dotting the i's
                                              
                                           STOP THINKING!!

                                                             .... just be



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Coming out of the shadows

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

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

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

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

15 July 2013 @ 1340hrs.




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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


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Regaining power

Regaining Power.

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Nonet | |

Lost

the fountain pen no liquid bluing
a blank piece of paper staring
poetry with no telling
the mind has all gone dry
important to write
poems I need
to create
to set 
free.


©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012


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Karma

Sometimes you gotta get lost to find the emptyness of the true soul.
Bury thoose memories  to unearth old truths.
Cut the ties only to return to thoose past relations.

Ive seen the streets erase the picture only to relive the past.
Living ghosts a backdrop eternal.
I cant question thoose night's regrets like a blanket keep me warm 
on a  humid night.
When all is wrong why cant anything be right.

I'd never  curse you utter truths into your lies.
Tainted encounters in many ever changing rooms.
Neon lit dream's  sunset of my mind salt water taste the 
bitterness we love.

The mountain's veiw is empty and cold.
Have we lost the the spark.
Iced over thoughts leave only shallow promises 
to hold.

So I'll push you away only to hold the memory dear.
A coward  to live in the pressent.
A living ghost of the man  who once stood here.

I've lost track gone so far from all that ive known.
Sparks in the darkness.
Only illusion  paint's the reallity sanity grace me life 
once more.
I question has it vanished with my time?


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The Execution of Timothy Mc Veigh





I have so many thoughts
                                                So many feelings
                                                 They want to spill out and
                                                                                            drip
                                                                                                  down 
                                                                                                           the
                                                                                                                 page

Tears well up as I watch the
                                              morning coverage of the
                                                  execution.

                                            Our President speaks:
                                                “We have carried out the severest sentence
                                                  for the greatest of crimes.”

                                             Some are rejoicing.  The monster is dead.
                                                The pungent aroma of hatred and bitterness
                                                 can be tasted.
                                                  I am overwhelmed by sorrow
                                                           I cry for all the little children who lost their 
lives.
                                                           I cry for all who lost loved ones.
                                                           I cry for a young man who lost his way.
                                                           I cry for his parents who lost a son.
                                                           I cry for myself- for the loss of my faith,
                                                             a simple faith in the traditional God.

So …where do we go from here?
                                           I guess it’s up to us.
                                           I hear a faint melody
                                              coming from the center of my soul.
                                           I can’t make it out, but
                                              It sounds like
                                                  Hope.

                                                                                                                   6/11/2001

















                                      


Details | Free verse | |

These Walls I Built

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


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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 | |

Cure Mine of The Dark

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

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

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

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


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A Fork In The Road

I am lost in a tangled wood Reaching for a rope like thread Two fingers balancing One, two, three…. Like ballerina legs Gliding along the tendril floor Inching forward, halted By a knotty carrefour The dense foliage Throwing shadows around the cracks Guiding God’s fingers Illuminating the furcate tracks A judgment, God or Heart… Trust or regret… One path forward One path back


Details | Rhyme | |

What If You LOST EVERYTHING



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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

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

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

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

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

                                                                              But I would like to…

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

THORNS WORTH

Two of the kind is never the same.
Similarities this pertains.
Applicable to that, which connects cousins, both females.

Generations manifested. 
The one name Rose is the older cousin.
A throne she feels in her side, when the younger cousin became part of her life.

A relationship grew.
She babysat Rose’s children.
The younger cousin’s friend lied.
Therefore, she became a thorn in Rose’s side.

The thorn's worth is insight.
Rose and her cousin lost like.
They did not speak for quite a while.
Today the lie is still a lie.

Every Rose has its thorn is the theme of this poem with morale formed.
Why confront a lie when you have not told one?
_________________________________________________________/
Penned on March 19, 2014!


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 | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Rhyme | |

A Son Who Turned His Back On God


I know of a son who turned his back on the God he once knew!
Praying for him, was all that his family could hope to do!

The truths taught to him as a child, he now began to reject!
Spending an eternity without God…  He refused to accept!

He told his friends, about his “newfound theology.”
It sounded like he found some new kind of psychology.

Rather than accept the truth of God’s word, as he would find.
He would twist scripture to fit his own state of mind!

He would say; “the God of heaven and hell doesn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t matter how you live!”  Is what he’d insist!

He rejected God’s gift and wonderful plan of salvation…
And chose to believe “whatever fit his own situation.”

I began to see his life sputter from a hurtful heart.
It just seemed like everything around him “fell apart.”

God wanted to help, but he didn’t believe he needed him!
God was there!  But he made it clear that he didn’t believe him!

Many years went by, and this son started growing old.
He became a bitter and broken person, I’ve been told!

He did his best to remove God from his family and home.
Now, it was just him!  And he was all alone!

Then one night, he cried out and called on Jesus’ name!
And confessed of all of his sin, guilt and shame!

This son, who had drifted from God for so many years…
Was filled with a true love, and a joy that brought tears!

He had returned to God!  And God changed him!
God will always be faithful!  And will never leave him!

Won’t you too, accept the life that God wants to give you?
He can change your life!  Just because he LOVES YOU!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Couplet | |

Flying With The Birds

If I were to believe in you, would you believe in me?
If everything that I promised you actually came to be

If I were a beautiful rainbow, a reflection in the sky
Formed by the rays of light as your tears you cried

Sweetheart I am just a simple man with a complex plight
My blessing is you’re here with me, as this quest I fight

Sweetheart you know I’m a warrior, though I live like a ghost
I fight and write living my plight, inside the belly of the host

From shore to shore, a forever war, that will never end
Just today I got the word the host has taken another friend

Another soul another goal of course another wasted life
God I am a lucky man to have become one with my wife

Pains insane it shreds my brain and tears my heart into
I’m left here asking myself, “Was there anything I could do”

I have to write a eulogy though I just don’t know what to say
Here is a soul, another hole, for someone who lost his way 

Sobriety is really great but at times it is truly rather hard
You watch them take another friend and plant him in the yard

Another smoke, another joke another party has reached its end
Here I sit in a spiritual pit feeling totally lost about my friend

I hope someday someone reads what I say, takes another course
Pass on doing that shot, love it or not, death upon the black tar horse

So I shall write my Eulogy falling to pieces about my friend
Who made fun of the man I turned out to be, until the very end

But that’s ok it was just his way, right up until the day he died
The one true light shinning bright, lives inside of you and I

So will all of you join with me let your spirits pen my words
About a beautiful soul, who found his goal, flying with the birds


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Very few people in this life that I love enough to let make fun
of the changes I made in my life. Addiction (The Host) took 6
friends in 2007, 5 in 2008 and this is the first in 2009. He didn't
overdose he was shot a couple of days ago in Chico, Ca during
a home invasion robbery over his heroin debt. I used to always
pay his debts when it reached this point with bags of Meth. This
time I couldn't go there for him and now he is dead. This is my
life, my gift and my curse. God Bless you all, mj


Details | Rhyme | |

Under

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WE

We have lost our sense of corporation.
We have lost our ability to cook together
Under the Sunday’s rain while Heaven is releasing
Its own design of living.

We have lost our sense of laughing after a long, long
Battle of making love during those sessions of naked photos After that difficult orgasm.

We have lost our feeling of self-worth couple
To go out and having a great time on goosing 
And walking under the cold night.

We have lost the letting truth of the
Shocking welcome of cheating and who is she or he
By the knowledge of God’s growth because
By the end of any given day we are going to
Understand from a penny a generation must vanish first.

We have lost our sweet dream, the games, the thrilled
Adventures as far as having a dream suggest nothing
Else than bullshits of being old.

We have lost our faith, our lifelong partnership of desire
For each other, we lost common humor and ground,
The easy complication of being again what we were
Before.  


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Land of Sophia

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


Details | Free verse | |

Three Days Hence

It's been seven years, I almost forgot-
not this day: but the distance we've climbed.
I couldn't remember my age, because it correlates
to years we've been apart.

I forgot to be apprehensive, this time it was sneaky.
It waited for the first happy holiday wishing
from some idiot to remind me.
   It was Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
and left me dying to know,
how to love him for his sacrifice
when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

I blasphemy, I know, but you loved him more
in sight of you that graceful place grows
pale in and foreign in mine eye.

Alas, I fail the test, I could not be as strong as you.

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was still to fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
what of my soul will rise with his?"

And sitting easter morning, 
  holding some idiots well wished basket,
I realised Three days passed.
  He took you home and left me lost on Friday morn,
I wailed my loss through Saturdays more,
         and Easter morning I felt your last hug, your kiss good bye.

I cursed my self for asking, if my soul would rise with his,
    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am not strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend, I sit still lost and wonder:

I believe and I love, but I don't know how to rise
I don't now how to live again. 
Faith crushed I don't think I can trust.
I am the shell of your grace trying once more 
to live in the love that failed me, as I failed the gift of his sacrifice.


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Who Or What Can Fill Life's Empty Void

Who are what can fill your life’s “empty void?”
In spite of the many things
 that you have “enjoyed.”

Drugs… Sex…  Money…  Are you concerned?
Has your life been one that’s
 taken “the wrong turn?”

There’s many choices to make.  
I’m fooling you not!
But there’s a godly principle
 that must be taught!

The void we have.  Only the presence
 of God can fulfill!
Bringing you true love, 
is God’s purpose and will!

Won’t you take a moment
 with the king of kings?
And allow him to take control of everything?

Jesus will never disappointed you!  
Not now or ever!
He wants to be your friend! 
 Today and forever!

The God of this world and universe, 
wants to come in!
A Brand new way of living…  
Is waiting to BEGIN!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Unashamed Self-Promotion

:-)


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:

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Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


:-)





Details | Carpe Diem | |

Letter to bereaved ones

         I beg your forgiveness for I am not long for this world. Happenstance has led me down this path so crooked and forlorn. Misery has preceded my path and darkened my senses all but torn. Mistakes have illuminated my way though their light be a fallacy; an illusion to comfort a tortured mind, riddled with confusion and false fancy. ‘Tis only just to forgive me sisters, I am not long for this world. 

          An image wreaks havoc with my memory. A picture so horrendous the effects of its trauma echo through the hallways of time. The sight that for all my life I was so grateful to possess, leads me now to curse what gods may be that granted it me. For surely had I never seen the sight of him, cold and lifeless, I would have eventually endeavoured to be healed in my spirit. The fault is mine; it was never him but I that had the capacity to change. ‘Tis only right to forgive me father, I am not long for this world. 

       My middle name should rather have been disappointment. That is all I have ever delivered to her who brought me into the world and nurtured an infant into a lady. I call her Gaia, that is her spirit name.  My existence has put lines on her face prematurely and caused her to despair time and time again. The audacity of me now to leave this earth without ever having produced for her a grandchild. The insolence of leaving only words to counter the preponderance of condolences from rejoicing enemies that shall now assail and abuse her. My soul is repentant, twas never the intent to hurt your heart dear Gaia. ; Tis only compassionate to forgive me mother, I am not long for this world. 

       As for the empty future that awaits me. No children to carry on the memory of me. No great achievements to render my life the content of legend. No great works to immortalise me in poem and prose. No others to mourn the passing of a life most unremarkable. Nothing but things, regrettable decisions, words left unsaid and the cold sound of silence to mark that most auspicious event. Death finds me waiting and unafraid with only the last words to pass from these lips; ‘tis only fair to forgive me self, for we are not long for this world.


Details | Rhyme | |

What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

Holding Back

Nothing here is wrong because nothing ever could.
It has been so long,
A time that just never would!

Nothing here was ever lost because nothing was ever found.
It has been a toss,
A time that simply counted down!
Holding back the tears,
Puddles of many lost years!
Holding back my time,
I’m a prisoner with no crime.

There’s nothing here to hold because there never was.
It has been so cold,
A time for just because!
Holding back the pain,
My chronic death inside!
I have nothing to lose because there’s nothing to gain.
Holding back the strength of all my earned pride,
I’m just a moment gained with a will that eventually dies inside!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich 


Details | Rhyme | |

Live To Be Timeless

They say that life is short

With different lengths for everyone 

Some are gone before they start living

And some before they are done


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


With a path on each side

Motionless at a crossroads

Not knowing which step

Would lessen the load


Do it tomorrow

Leave it til later

Put it off for now

The stalling gets greater


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


How can I live

Without having regret

And be content

On the day I meet death


Tomorrows troubles 

Still far away

Takes away my happiness

And my smiles for today


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


Plans that are large

The height of one's dreams

Could distance you from the now

Then the now can't be seen


The night follows the day

As the day follows the night

Try and live in each

Of the moments in sight


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


I may be taken tomorrow 

My life could disappear

Not afraid of tomorrow

I'll handle it when it's here


But today I'm alive

And I've overcome my fears

And I'll reach for that star

Every day of all my years


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


Details | Free verse | |

Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


Details | Light Poetry | |

Wooden box

Jesus comes take me home
I just can’t live alone
Rama comes take me home
The pain has reach my bone

God please take me home
Don’t want to hurt no more
Now that she’s gone
There’s nothing to live for

I am not religious
But I know right from wrong
And thought I try to be righteous
In hell is where I belong

Sell me a piece land
Need to get a burial place
Get me a wooden box
And bury me in disgrace

Want to leave this human race
No longer can show my face
My love vanish in to space
And my life become a waste

So she broke my heart
With out a hint of remorse
The happiness I found
Is the happiness I lost?

But I would never beg
Even a dog must have his pride
With alcohol and drugs
Will kill my self from the inside

Give me some cigarettes
Want to get cancer in my brain
Give me some alcohol
I want to drown my pain

Mama come bury your son
Forgive me what I have done
Father goodbye to you
I can’t come to heaven too

For I can not live
Without the love she give
This is my purgative
So don’t think I’m negative

To my brothers, this is the farewell
I have love you all, More than I ever tell
To all my family, this is the end
Thank you for the time that we spend

Good bye to all my friends
I know some of you really do care
But now I’m dead and gone
Your memories of me will disappear


Details | Free verse | |

Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Yellow Head of the Hummingbird

The Yellow Head of the Hummingbird


Yellow hummingbird head,
Lopped off by feline fangs,
And left as a gift
On the welcome mat.
Short sharp black beak
Arches downward hopelessly
Like the collective heartbreak
Of a million lost souls.
Misbegotten and forgotten.
Lacerated and left for dead.
This continuous marathon dance.
This never-ending lunge.
This eternal stroll in the park.
This incessant spasm in the dark.
I close my eyes and reach for something ahead of me. 
I don't want to see it.
Because I am afraid,
Afraid of what it might see.
Afraid of what it might say.
Past my eyes
Past my soul
Past the lost days and nights
Of an entire lifetime.
Look. 
I hold in my hand an empty bottle.
It once held the liquid refreshment of my youth.
Now I see the scum marks
The black residue of a thousand forgotten thoughts.
I throw the empty bottle down
Down into the darkening maelstrom
Of rippling voices, screaming and crying,
Like gulls in the afternoon
When the sun compels the vulnerable to the surface,
And the feeding frenzy begins.
The yellow head of the hummingbird
Is swept up with the shattered glass.
Now, there’s no more emptiness.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | Prose Poetry | |

Power and Form

Power and Form

Are the two elements of a human life
Our words are sweet and sometimes sour 
However it’s a deadly trace throughout the human race
We say yes too often to satisfy our so-called rational minds
 
Is the life of a poet/poetess more fulfilling than a farmer?
Are we the expression of nature? 
Or  victims of a regimental affiliations 
We are as you know impossible and unpredictable
Because we all are crazy species

Power and form 
There is no more secret society
The secret of man is publicize under watchful eyes
The world looks into our families’ photos
Looking for the perfect quota, 
As each and everyone one of us partake in online revelry
Like an disciplinary cavalry

However, within our soul lies the truth.
I lost one year, one birthday
I rebirth and lost my power and position
Atlas!  I am in the lower realms
 Now I am in heaven


Details | Rhyme | |

God Gave Us His Truth But Many Reject It

God Gave Us His Truth, But Many Reject It!

God gave us his truth…  But many reject it!
Many have chosen a lie…  
And accept it!

God gave us his word, so we can live by his rules.
Without God in our lives, many have become “fools.”

Refusing God’s holy truth,
 and accepting a corruptible lie!
They believe whatever untruth can “satisfy.”

For this reason, many have
a very confused mind!
As many look for answers
 of various kinds!

God’s word is the only truth to securely build on!
But many have brought confusion
 to build their lives on!

The principles of God’s word, 
give true freedom to all!
Won’t you “wake up?” 
And heed the master’s call?

God is calling everyone to listen to what he’s saying!
It’s time we seek his truth! 
 In humbleness and praying!

The truth of Jesus Christ is the most important thing!
He has the answer to whatever life may bring!

Please allow his precious truth to touch your life today!
He can remove and take
all doubts away!

The words of Jesus Christ ring loud and very clear!
He’ll bring the sunshine in! 
Any darkness will disappear!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know of A Brother Who's Lost And Confused


I know of a brother, who’s lost and confused… Many of his relationships, he’s already “abused.” He’s not really sure, which direction he’s going… There’s a lot of wise advice, that he’s ignoring! He’s choosing to ignore the God who loves him. And refuses to acknowledge how much he needs him! He decided to leave his family behind him… Perhaps, one day, they’ll be able to “find him!” I pray for this dear brother! He needs prayer! I know that wherever he goes… God is always there! Please, dear Jesus, touch him with your kindness! Without YOU dear lord… He’s walking in blindness! No matter where he goes… Which path is taken! God will always love him! He’s never forsaken! The words of God, must somehow get his attention! To give him a clear path, and a godly direction! May the love of Christ, get a hold of his heart! Coming to Jesus, is a good place to start! Whatever this brother does, or where he goes… Only the righteousness of God, can make him whole! Dear Lord… Be with my brother! That he may know you! During the journey of life, may he learn to trust you! The path of God’s footsteps, gives one a true meaning! May this brother acknowledge God! And start believing! By Jim Pemberton


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.




Details | Free verse | |

Braid Hairs

Why are you so devilishly addicting?
I come back from you,
It looks like I'm on drugs:
High and drunk,
Out of my mind.
The demons inside us braid hairs
Until we're peaceful meadows apart,
Nuclear wars together.


Details | Lyric | |

Lunar Love

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Difficult Situations


Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!

No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!

We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”

I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
 may be going through!

I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!

But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!

His name is Jesus!  The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now!  And for eternity!

He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
 certainly depend on!

Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand!  Because he loves you!

He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you! 
 Beyond measure!

The decision is yours!  A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”

He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you!  Than you ever dreamed of!

He’s the alpha and omega!  The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
 savior and friend???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

Only Love Can Break Your Heart


Yes, only love can break your heart,
 Take your world and tear it apart.
Best to be sure right from the start,
The sun shines as clouds do part.

I try to remember but then I forget,
So many dreams turn into regret.
I reach for something but I’m not there yet,
So much in life seems to ride on a bet.

The sun awakes and shines in my eyes,
With nowhere to hide I lose my disguise.
Love is not something that money can buy,
I watch to see another day pass by.

As time passes I just drift away,
I seem to get lost in things that you say.
I wish for change, perhaps it may,
I was hoping this time some could stay.
It starts to get hot as thoughts melt together,
I get lost in a dream filled with white heather.
They say there might be a change in the weather,
Still I drift away and float much like a feather.

I can’t forget how it was in the start,
Nothing could ever tear us apart.
Sometimes it was like some kind of fine art.
Only to realize that love can break your heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

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    


Details | Free verse | |

La Peinture noire

translation below


Noir
Le noir, la nuit,rêves vides
Tu n’a jamais vu la noirceur comme moi
Le matin, tu te réveilles inlassablement
Le soleil, la pluie, un autre jour
Vous existez, moi, je rêve d'exister
Je dois faire naitre mon existence
Pour l'instant
Le noir est tout à fait l`obscurité
La nuit, le jour, les rêves
Tout, tout noir
Je prends mon pinceau,
En même temps je regarde ma peinture
Chaque jour, heure après heure
J’essaie de faire la peinture la plus magnifique
J’imagine mon tableau, explosant de pastels
A la fin
Je pleure
Quand je regarde mon chef d’œuvre
Tout simplement
Une peinture noire

Translation

The Black Painting

Black
The black, the night, empty dreams
You have never seen the blackness as I
The morning, you awake to whatever
The sun, the rain, another day
You exist, I dream to exist
I give birth to my existence
For the moment
The black is always the darkness
The night, the day, the dreams
All, all is black
I take my paint brush
At the same time I look at my painting
All day, hour by hour
I try to make a most magnificant painting
I imagine the painting, exploding in pastels
In the end
I cry
It is simply
A black painting


Details | Rhyme | |

secret crush

be still my heart just hush
ill get rid of this big bad crush
if only you knew how much i care
the kind of love i have for you is rare
you dont even know my hearts on fire
and that your the one that i desire
i dream of kissing your lips
but when i wake away you slip
be still my heart just hush
ill get rid of thei big bad crush
i wish i could tell you how i feel 
then your touch i wouldnt have to steal
you would be mine
with our hearts and body intertwined
i wouldnt have to dream
and i could be with you always
i wouldnt have to scheme
this secret is hard to keep
into my heart its etched deep


Details | Rhyme | |

Disillusioned

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Ignorance meets Insanity

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Hush

They say this will all make sense one day
He told me words of mind, words of worlds,
with the sound so familiar, echoing that we are not alone
I gazed, trying to find the hint, the rise.

From the window i watched, looking on the inside of your world
Such terror you see, and all i could find
were perfect skies, reflecting what is out there
But from your window, you knew these skies were hanging low

Our time was endless. Your spirit was forever.
Stuck to my heart, i never felt the hit.
As i rose above, i never thought i'd fall.
I never thought the ring worn so tightly around my finger would live on,
as you passed by.

Never, i would tell myself.
I would never forget, or replace our laughs.
The sound of our interrupting thoughts, 
clashing at one another like a runaway train against soft rain.

We had lost our maps. We had lost all sight. All sanity.
The storm arose, as i sat in bed breathing.
My body aching, thoughts numbing my mind.
When will i wake from being awake?

Lying in a puddle, i search for the answers.
I beg for solutions, while tumbling over faults of my own.
Emotions tangled up inside of my stomach
like a ball of rubber-bands
Toxic to my health, they try to retrace the bonds
but they don't know where to start.

Nothing left but memories, All that's left is a four letter word.
Hush.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

The end of the world — 
I will see you all in hell.
May I rest in peace.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hurricane sandy

I remember the war in Iraq
Seeing bombs falling from the sky
And parents trying to comfort 
The children who were afraid to die

And I also remember some people
Who had happiness on their face?
As they watch on the news
And enjoy the war that was taking place

And then the long lines for gas
In Iraq that we see on Aljazeera
No one cares because they think
That could never happen in America

But who is in the kitchen 
Will be the ones to feel the heat
And some takes life for granted
That there will always be food to eat

Now I look at hurricane sandy
And the destructions that it has cause
And I’m sure many of those affected
Are those who was happy for the wars

Innocent lives are lost in sandy
And I feel the sorrow in my heart
Some lost everything they have
All I lost is gas for my truck to start

Is this god’s way of saying to all?
Super powers nations of the world
Change your evil ways today
Or more natural disasters will unfold

The people in war torn countries
Their lifes seems to have no meaning
They are being killed for just gathering
Or even if they are having a wedding

I wish i can make it stop now
But my voices are just one
And it hurt me to be so helpless
While all these atrocities go on

So sandy brings pain and emptiness
Like no one believe it could do
To people who think they were immune
From feeling pain and suffering to

Until the day Jesus returns to earth
There will be wars and hurricanes
Tsunamis, typhoons, earth wakes
So till then we humans will keep suffering


Details | Rhyme | |

What You Really Don't Like Me

What?  You Really Don’t Like Me?

Is there something about me,
 that you don’t like?
If you seen me today…
Would you want me to “take a hike?”

Perhaps it’s my personality,
 or a habit of mine.
You can’t stop talking about me,
much of the time.

Pointing out my faults to some
 of the people you know…
The words you say are actually
 eating at your soul!

Instead of loving me, the way
 God wants you to…
You bring up things about m,
 you’re not supposed to do!

Have you ever just once,
took the time to pray for me?
Am I someone you want to be with
for eternity?

STOP! And think about the damage
 you’ve already done!
Begin to pour out your heart
 to Jesus, God’s son!

May he help you to really LOVE me
 the way he does!
The cross he bore was for you and I…
Whom he loves!

May your thoughts about me,
make your heavenly father proud!
I hope to see you as we meet Jesus one day…
In the clouds!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Acrostic | |

Salvation

Severed tendrils of hope hang lifeless
As antiquated memories of lost dreams 
Lie in a forbidden zone surrounded by silence.
Validation is hard fought for, and soon becomes
Another deception as I lie lost, misplaced, bleeding.
Trepidation slows the endless journey to victory as 
I gaze into life’s mirror and search for elusive answers. But somehow,
Onward I continue, knowing deep within my soul that perseverance
Not only will lead to salvation, but allow me to find peace at last.





Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan 
Contest Name: Acrostic contest - theme LOST  


Details | Rhyme | |

If We Lose Everything There's Jesus

If We Lose Everything… There’s Jesus! We have seen the destruction of various storms! They come swiftly and in many forms! So many people have lost everything they had. I see their look on t.v. And it’s very sad! I wish I had the money to buy them a home. So many look lonely and feel all alone! I wish I could “wave a wand” and make it go away. I wish to encourage them, with what I have to say In spite of all of our nation’s goals and ambitions. It can’t make up for life’s adversities and afflictions. Calamity and heartache can quickly appear! And much of what we have. can soon disappear! If I can encourage the many who’ve lost so much… I pray you’ll be strengthened by God’s loving touch! Won’t you let him help pick up the “broken pieces?” He can bring hope and total completeness! He’ can build and restore that which has been loss! He does it willingly! And already paid the cost! It may seem like you have just lost everything… You have no idea, what kind of comfort, Christ can bring! Won’t you allow him to restore your life today??? He’s more than able to do it, in a gentle and loving way! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Life

We look for monsters 
in the depths of antiquity 
enlightened by dreams
in our search

We dream and create gods 
to solve our problems 
In truth our dreams are waste
lying in the dim decay of lost time

Yes I believe there is one God
look for monsters and you find illness
look for blame and you find pain
life happens pain happens 

It is not a punishment from God
I did not deserve to suffer 
the three year old with cancer
did not deserve to suffer
 
Yet she did
thousands will suffer in pain
suffer and fight with great courage
they do not deserve self blame

I love the concept of karma
at time it speaks with a truth 
that appeals to my sense of self worth
yet it is not the whole truth

In war both the guilty 
and the innocent suffer
give your cuddles
to those that are in pain

Perhaps we'll teach
the guilty to care
perhaps we'll teach 
the innocent to believe 

Dragons came from 
the imagination of man
and the bones of the dinosaurs
Gods came from the fear of lost crops

go unto a hypnotist
and he puts you into a trance
you see with your imagination
what he wants you to see

Monks went onto mountains 
put themselves into a trance
did they see 
just what they wanted to see  


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stepped In To The Light

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Lost among the Living

To be lost among the living
never to be noticed or acknowledged
tears shed,
which no one seems to see?
cries expressed,
which no one seems to hear?
On a day-to-day basis as designed
life moves forward for most
starting with the morning and ending with the night
however,for others,it very nearly ends
with each passing breath
the next could quite possibly
be the breath to end all breaths.


Days and nights pass slowly
almost to the point of stopping
the minds' only thought,
perhaps it would be better to move on
best to leave a world
that creates only sorrow and pain
a world that never lets sunshine in
a world where being outside the norm
is generally frowned upon
never understood or accepted
most assuredly, not welcome.
To be lost among the living
is a most undesirable place to be.


Melody Coster©


Details | Lyric | |

Nowhere

Looks like I'm at the end of this bottle again.
Seems like cigarettes are my only friend.
Newports, no shorts, they're still never long enough.
Man, staying here never felt so rough. 

And I'm back to about a pack a day.
I'm just waiting for my lungs to cave in or give way
To a breath of fresh air, yeah that would be cool,
But once again I'm just a hopeful fool. 

Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Yeah that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just way more time and 
Sometimes I wish I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Man that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just way more time and

I never thought I could drink so much.
Comfortably numb I've lost every touch.
Maybe someday I'll climb out to the top
And find some new ways to every stop.

Maybe someday I'll be out of my way.
Find someone to give me the heart to stay.
Maybe someday I'll be at the top of somewhere
Because down here in nowhere I know that nobody cares. 

Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Yeah that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just waste some more time and 
Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Man that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just waste some more time and

I've finally had it with dreams of out there.
With my bottle and cigarettes I'm lost in Nowhere.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Heart Street

Hopelessly lying, in a dying bed of depression,
miserably crying, while trying your confession.
Blackening walls, and halls of a fading youth,
Gruesomely calls, of gnaws towards the truth.

Fading beauty, so snooty to those content,
wailing a duty, sooty, those content dissent.
Towards a failing, unveiling of bloody torment,
concealing the name of shame, not so innocent.

So cheap, sinking deep, into a sea of emotion,
I weep, at the reap of sowing our lost devotion.
I shudder with stutter, at a marital decapitation,
you utter, like no other, at a romantic prostration.

A defile and vile odor is cast amongst the decay,
I smile in denial, as those lost lover’s betray.
Sinking deeply within, our sins have been fed,
doses of greed, they feed till all beauty is dead.

Take cover in the pain, remain emotionally numb.
Hide within the sin, wherein you succumb.
Tread the waste, and taste the defeat,
of a shattered, tattered passion down
on Broken Heart Street.


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The Preaching of the Gospel ls An Offense to the Lost

The Preaching of the Gospel Is An Offense!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton  09/18/13


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Heartbroken Clouds

Mingle with mounts,wander arid desert sands
seep into seas,lie lone o'er unknown lands
replicate waves of myriad mirrors flowing below
stand on meadows high engulfing green bands
innocent smiling children, gaze in delighted awe
at tufts tickling kites with a feathery fluff claw
the meditating sage atop a peak simply seeks
that all wants, wishes,into this vapour withdraw
stepping stones on the patchy pastel sky
furrowed fields, they fade,and away,they fly
shifting, shrinking, shapeless strewn shreds
white paint stroke streaks hovering high
in ripe time, like truth, they silently freeze
they twist and break with the blowing breeze
or seem darker than lies hidden away
than truth clouded, delayed or unreleased
creeping crimson hues mark presence
climb slow the soft snowy effervescence
as they eclipsed the sun, it lost sunshine
its soul seemed dead,life lost the essence
a sight that reminds of love's fulfilling bliss
this upside-down land that the angel's kiss
afloat on cotton cushions,watch the world amok
running across horizons,floating this abyss
the shadows shielding are so dark, so dead
how the heart and soul shiver in dread
fearing the sunshine shall never return
wishing to merge with the clouds instead
overcast meaning, truth casts a shroud
flashing rage in sparks,thunders angrily aloud
live dreams not fears, crush doubts not hopes
cries the perennially pouring heavy cloud
at times soft clouds meet thundering peers
throwing lightning, thunder, words and fears
tender hurt hearts shatter at the harshness
making broken clouds mourn a million tears


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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


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There's A Healing Jesus


There’s a healing Jesus!  
He’s alive today!
He’s here now!  And can take
 all sickness away!

There’s a loving Jesus!  
He can cleanse your soul!
He is more faithful, than 
you will every know!

There’s a merciful Jesus!  
He can change you within!
By his blood, you can know 
you’re born again!

There’s a powerful Jesus!
 He alone reigns supreme!
He’s the alpha and omega!  
And can do anything!

There’s a gracious Jesus! 
 He’s so loving and kind!
His dedication to us all, 
has stood the test of time!

Won’t you come to Jesus! 
 And receive him too?
He’s knocking at your heart’s door…  
Waiting for YOU!

Won’t you experience Jesus!  
And all he has to give!
He can make you a new person!  
Each day that you live!

By Jim Pemberton


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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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The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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Sociopathic Love

 Sociopathic Love


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

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

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

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

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

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

Game Over


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Man's Afflictions And God's Salvation

Man’s Afflictions and God’s Salvation!

I’ve seen and heard of many afflictions!
Things happen in life, that need our attention!

There are things that happen that bring despair.
Wondering if anyone listens or even cares!

There’s a God in heaven who sees what’s wrong!
There are many things that don’t belong!

Evil moves with a power and destructive force!
It comes in many forms, from an ungodly source!

God knows what is happening and offers a plan!
His gift of salvation is freely offered to man!

His ways of living are at odds with this earth!
Anyone can come to Christ,
 and receive a “new birth!”

If life’s heartaches and worries
 are pulling you down…
There’s a new life for YOU! 
Waiting to be found!

Your afflictions, for God’s healing,
 is for you to receive!
Won’t you reach out to him now?
 And simply believe?

His gifts of mercy and hope, is what HE can give!
He can totally transform you! 
 And the way you live!

His salvation, for life’s heartaches, is freely yours!
A new life with Jesus can be true
 and secure!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Life or Death

I sit here pondering my death. 
As I look upon the remnants of my tattered remains for signs of my so called life, I come to the conclusion that to do this, I must first accept the fact that I even had a life. 
But how can one have lived without the rhythmic beating of a heart, or the spiritual foundation of a soul to support ones wants and desires, or the will that encourages the thoughts and dreams of existence. 

How could the emptiness that was inside me have housed such a wonder? 
How is it possible the weakness I felt could ever have held such a power within? 
Is it possible I had reached the pinnacle of my suffering and committed emotional suicide?

Is it possible my demise was due to the ravenous wants and needs of man, disguised as passion and love which lured me into my willingness to give all that I had so freely, to satisfy a gluttonous appetite that consumed everything in its path including the memory of who and what I was?

But to acknowledge this would be to admit I gave my precious gift of life in exchange for a lie wrapped in the promise of everlasting happiness and love.

I sit here and ponder my death but I do not mourn. 
For I have only lost the vessel which held my true spirit, the one which now looks for the light and the chance to be reborn. 

A new being of strength and wisdom who realizes the mistake made in that other form, but will now hold dear all that is to come and all that will be. 


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We're Lost Without God

We’re Lost Without God…

As God is removed from this great nation.
We end up with a confused and lost generation.

As God is forbidden, in our public schools.
The tide of immorality is what “rules.”

As God is often mocked and discarded.
It was Godly principles this country was started!

As anything of God seems to get scorned.
We tend to worship many ungodly forms.

As God’s word is often tossed and thrown out.
We tend to forget what God is all about!

As God’s plans for living are tossed and abused.
We have many people very lost and confused!

As people forget God and worship the creature.
They look to themselves as being the “teacher.”

As people ignore God, many get involved in deep addictions.
And with this, come disease, 
heartache and afflictions!

As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.”
It’s him and his word,  that we need to be seeking!

If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer!
He loves all of us!  And he really does care!

Won’t you come to the Lord, and invite him in?
Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend?

He brings strength and nourishment to the soul!
It’s only in him that we can be complete and whole!

By Jim Pemberton


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Children with Masks

Broken in your shadow
And lost within your light
The child who chooses ego
And the man who wants to fly

Embracing every sanctum
Which enshrines your dying cause
To be the one to save you
And forget those scars and sores

The love you now desire
The only good you've known
Will end with how it started
In the pain that you have grown

With loneliness now clinging
Your memory rotting out
You chase the same old reasons
That will make you scream and shout

Your heart now lacks forgiveness
For what you have become
The spiral-end of nothing
Mistaking blindness for the sun

A visage of perfection
This man is just a mask
It reflects your hate on others
As the child selfishly attacks


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Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


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Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


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Winter

Shattered dreams lie crystallized upon the snow of life.
Molten ruin heats the sorrow fueled by my strife

End the pain and end the lie that life becomes tonight
Drink the brew of emptiness. Drink the draught so bright

Brimming over, full of sorrow
Fill the part of me that's hollow

Stone cold
A frosted glare
Stone cold

Shattered lies lie lost in all that my life has become
Gouge these eyes that lost perception, blinded by the sun

Damn the thoughts that brought emotion to my empty breath.
Drink the brew of frozen feeling. Drink the draught of death

Brimming over, full of sorrow
Fill the part of me that's hollow

Stone cold
My frozen stare
Stone cold


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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


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Mind over matter

I nearly lost my mind today,
But I turned in time to prevent its escape…

But as I grasped it, to secure its flight…
My mind fought my hands,
With scratches and bites…

Yet perseverance and determination,
They stayed my grip…

And on to the flesh of my mind,
My tears began to drip…

Lo and behold my fear lost its prevalence…
I succumbed to my decadence…

And I met my future with timid steps…
My feet in tune with life’s rolling cadence…

Yet a miss-step, a fumble, or a slump,
Will land me in a conundrum…

And what will befall me then?
If I trap my mind once again?
And feel it sink its proverbial teeth to the bone…
And convince my sanity that it is not alone…

But grope for all I can,
To prove who I am…

But remain unsure...

And again I question what will be,
And make my mind take a knee…

So that we can meet these miles with confidence,
To show the world,

Our radiance…


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Standing in the Darkness yet again

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


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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


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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. 


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Lost Treasure

Within our minds we strive to achieve
We are taught to go for the gold
So we focus and we practice 
We even cut people from our lives as a sacrifice

Then we justify those sacrifices by convincing ourselves it’s ok
we continue on trying to accumulating glory and wealth
but every step we take and every breath we breathe 
the dream we inspire to become seems to always fall between our knees

the years go by and we get a little older each time
You begin to realize that certain things you cant do anymore
So you bare down and sacrifice a little more
You cut the cords with friends and you stop talking to those that seem to love you

And without blinking an eye you convince yourself it will be different the next time
But the fame doesn’t show and the gratitude doesn’t flow
Then you lift your head up for moment only to realize no one is there
The girl you once knew left you because you didn’t show her how much you cared

So back to the grind you turn off your heart so you can try just one more time
So you write another story knock on another door 
but the phone calls and letters you hope for never come
then for a moment you think about the one that once loved you

and you remember how that used to feel before the chase for gold had an appeal
so you do a google search to find her name thinking maybe life’s the same
but then you discover she took on another name
and suddenly your heart flicks on and you begin to feel all the pain

there she is with children and a husband 
and you suddenly find yourself falling to the ground clenching your chest
you feel the pounding of your heart and the dizziness of your mind
glancing up at a calendar you then realize you let twenty years slip by

and suddenly a numbness that you feel deep inside as your body slowly goes cold 
Then a faint memory slips through and you remember her saying how she loves you 
But you were so caught up in yourself and you never gave her a sign 
And you begin to realize that lost treasure that you’ve been seeking all your life

That gold, that silver, that trophy, that medal, that acknowledgement and idolization
Came in the shape of a heart, a heart of love, compassion, adoration, 
When a simple I love you too would have brought you the riches you so desired
Instead you now have a lost treasure and the agony of emptiness deep inside.


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Jesus I Can't Turn A Blind Eye Anymore


Jesus, I Can’t Turn A Blind Eye Any Longer! I can’t turn a “blind eye” any longer! As many souls have “strayed off” and wandered! I can’t “pretend,” that life’s problems will disappear! The “sin problem,” is quite evident and clear! I can’t “make believe,” this will be a better place… I see heartache and despair on people’s face! I can’t just “sit back” and not do anything anymore! I ask myself, “what’s my purpose in life really for? I’m going to pray that God will make it more revealing… We all need to know our purpose and meaning! I’m going to ask God to help me make a difference today! And proclaim that Jesus is the truth, the life, the only way! I’m going to shout and proclaim Jesus! The true king! He’s the lord, master and maker of everything! I’m going to pray that those who are blind, will now see… This same Jesus who loves us, and gives life abundantly! I’m not going to be ashamed, to praise the lord greatly! It’s about time, that I lift up his name…. Lately! I’m going to ask the Holy Spirit to cleanse my mind… And help me to do my part in reaching mankind I’m going to invite you, to make a commitment to HIM! This same Jesus… Who can change us within! Please Lord Jesus… Have your way in me… All throughout! Loving and trusting you… Is what life is about! By Jim Pemberton


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Has the Glory of God Left the Church


Has the Glory of God Left the Church? 

Before the next church service gets started… 
Should it read, on the door; 
“God's glory has departed? “
Many come to worship and don't even know. 
That's God's glory left such 
a long time ago. 
Many build their Sunday experience 
on “past traditions.” 
Built on man-made rules and “false expectations.” 
They don't want to hear the gospel of holiness! 
”It may offend.” 
Their pastor no long preaches 
on what the Bible says is sin. 
Some have been going to 
church for many years. 
Still looking for teachers with “itching ears.” 
Is the true presence of God 
is no longer there? 
It's no longer found in their 
worship or prayer. 
God's judgment shall begin at this very place. 
It hasn't happened yet, because of 
his unfailing grace. 
If God's presence has been left from your life as well, 
Remember his love for you will, never fail. 
Seek his awesome presence each day you live! 
He gave his son for you!
 What more could he give? 
Won’t you see his glory this very hour?
And be renewed by his word 
 and life-changing power! 

By Jim Pemberton


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God Asked Come Unto Me

 God Asked; “Come Unto Me…”

God called my name…. 
I didn’t know what to expect!
The words he spoke.  I won’t forget!

What he said to me….  I remember so vividly.
I woke me up in the night so unexpectedly!

As I heard the words, I jumped out of bed.
I wanted to hear what my Lord said.

He spoke, and wanted me to follow him!
I decided to obey and trust him as my friend!

What he desired, was to have a servant’s heart!
He was there for me!  
Right from the start!

My worldly possessions…  I left behind!
A new treasure in Christ…  I did find!

Many of my “past habits” began to leave me!
As I felt God’s awesome love all around me!

My life and attention were now decided.
Everything I needed...  
 God provided!

I chose to follow him 100 percent!
Fellowship with my creator,
is time well spent!

He’s my blessed savior and I am his!
And is with me each day I live!

Won’t you beckon his spirit’s call?
Living for Jesus makes it worth it all!

By Jim Pemberton


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Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


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She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



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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


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Skippin Stones

“I just shot a fiver” my friend said.  “No you didn't” I replied. “It was only four”.  “Was so” he said.  “Was not” I repeated.  And so it went as two young boys stood at the waters edge, skippin stones.

Time was not so precious then and hours could be lost in simple games with rules made up as you went along.  You entertained yourself, limited only by the constraints of your own imagination.  Some old wheels off of a cart and a few pieces of wood became a racer, hand powered of course.  A piece of rope became a swing and inner tubes were prized.

It was a time when you did not buy your fun.  Every neighborhood had one football, and between us we had a collection of baseballs, bats, and gloves.  Pick up games were commonplace, springing up spontaneously, and yes, upset the wrong kid and he would take his ball and go home.

I thought of these things the other day while strolling along the shores of Crystal Lake near my home.  From somewhere within the reaches of my memory, I heard a voice say “bet you can't shoot a fiver”.  Not one to forsake a challenge, real or imagined, I stooped and picked up a few smooth and flattened stones, and proceeded to skim them across the water.  Years vanished and for just a few moments I got lost in yesterday.

I'm sorry to say I did not shoot a fiver.  In fact, the only thing I got was a sore arm, and, of course, the satisfaction of knowing that the kid in me was just fine.


Bob Quigley
October 7. 2011


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Blame me

Last night, I stared out of the bedroom window
As I did, a few long years ago
I saw the fading image of a lost sad man
Wandering frantically in a twisted limbo
Subtlety I asked “why was he in such a chaotic state”
He looked at me with anger and said “Blame me…
Blame me for my dismal fate”

Blame you for what sir?

Blame me for not having the courage to make timely decisions and the right choices
Blame me for not trusting and following my own judgments, instead of submitting to outside 
voices
Blame me for being too passive when aggression was warranted and truly needed
Blame me for losing my self-confidence, my self-esteem and self-respect when my goals 
appeared defeated
Blame me for cracking and breaking under my peers and family’s high expectations
Blame me for setting my goals too high -- after all, they were only my dreams and 
aspirations
Blame me for fathering a beautiful little girl without the strings of wedlock
Hell blame me for believing she was actually mine, when most likely she’s probably not
Blame me for marrying a woman who surrendered her heart and love to another man
Blame me for loving her regardless and gracefully accepting her with our relationship as it 
stands
Blame me for starting a family with her knowing of her traitorous deceit
Now cast stones at me for tolerating her ongoing hatred of my oldest seed
Blame me for not leaving such an unhealthy and toxic relationship
Instead, blame me for being infidel and searching elsewhere for love and companionship
Blame me for apologizing continuously, trying to work on it and make things better
Then blame me for discovering her viperous secret, the affair never ended, they were 
always still together
So now blame me for wanting to know and experience the fruits of a true relationship and 
what it could possibly be
Finally, blame me for discontinuing the games; I am tired, my heart hurts and I am now and 
forever free

I looked with pity as his eyes mirrored that of my own
We raised our hands simultaneously and he spoke again in a confident and stern tone

“Blame me young man for what you have heard and now experienced
Blame me for the one shot at love you lost due to my continued interference
Blame me for all of the things that causes you self-pity and personal anger
But blame yourself young one, should you allow it to continue and become your permanent 
anchor”


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It's Time

The back roads now my chosen path
It’s time to slow things down
The madness of this anxious world
Its victims all around

For years my pace was unrestrained 
I lost out on so much
The friends I cherished from my youth 
we soon fell out of touch

I can’t go back to yesterday
no matter how I try
That chapter now is lost in time
those facts I can’t deny

I’ll settle for some peace of mind
enjoy the simple things 
I’ll turn my face into the wind
and open up my wings


Details | I do not know? | |

Drowning

drowning...

Screaming silently for that one breath

of life...

that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat

of life...

that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet

drowning...

mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent

of being...

but a mere speck of dirt on the tapestry of a world, that at times, is quite abhorrent

drowning...

quietly wishing to surrender to the nothingness that seductively beckons, as you gasp

while...

hoping against all hope that a lifeline would appear suddenly within your grasp

drowning...

yet caught in the ghastly waters of unchartered isolation

feeling...

a trickle of hope amidst the gushing liquid of sheer desolation

drowning...

whilst holding on to slivers of sanity when blistering madness calls out to you

as...

faltering weaknesses snap and gnaw at your state of being, out of the pristine clear blue

drowning...

i have felt the pull of life's devious current as it has stripped me of my self and left me naked and bare

and still...

i fight with every suffocating breath left within

to surface and to cling onto

another gulp of life's coarse and putrid air...


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A Soul Will Be Saved

And then the day came
                That I found my self lost in the void of my own emptiness
And as suddenly as a tree bust into flames
      After being stuck by lightening
My heart sank
              I felt so lost and alone
The walls ran red with my blood
                     For they were all I had left to beat
And my busted knuckles bleed with the vengeance of hate
I cursed the Lord above as the gooners burst into my cell
AND WE FOUGHT
        Overcome and beaten
Hogtied and broken
                  I refused any medical aid
For my hate drank the pain
             And I wept
               ALONE
As deep as the peace of a deer lying in the meadow
I felt the Lord Jesus Christ come unto my soul
And to this day the thought of him
      The depth of his mercy
             Makes me cry
   For I have been forgiven
I became a man of living example
The future holds limitless opportunities for me
                         I bare witness to the darkness of addiction
                          For I have been delivered from the ashes
                            Set free from the chains that bound me
My soul is my Lords as my heart is my wife’s
My life belongs to anyone who is willing to learn
As I ready to embark on the journey of education
My excitement grows with each passing day
Because I know the Lord Jesus Christ
                       Will use me as a lantern of faith 
         And those who teach me will also learn from me
      For my knowledge of emptiness is as vast and barren
          As all of the great deserts spread around the world
            Compiled together in one 6’-2’’ 240 lb. frame
        The depths of my scars are like the Grand Canyon
          Amazing to see and impossible to comprehend
                   This is my story this is who I am
                    My past will never be forgotten
     Because it holds the possibility of higher education
            In regards to the overhaul journey of life
           And hopefully some where along the way
                          A soul will be saved


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For a Moment

For a moment, I believed I even allowed myself to breathe. . . To smile upon you in all that was said and done For a moment, you were there And a simple thought made me beam I was there looking you in the eye it seemed For a moment, doubt swept under my feet Threatening to bring me to the ground But your words pulled me up by the string For a heavy moment, I realized Just how far you are from me Too far to be close—to far to allow that smile And for another sad, long moment, I sit here in awe-struck despair Wondering why the smile was ever there


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I've lost a poem

I’ve lost a word.
I’ve dropped it somewhere
and I can’t find it now.

Four syllables, I think,
the swathes of a poem.

I’ve lost inspiration.
And it wasn’t great, you know,
just a word, as big as it gets
to let the poem come of age
in the plantations of paper.

I’ve lost moments 
from my Secret Time’s pendulum

and the path
my mind follows 
when it strides 
off the beaten track.

I’ve lost few letters,
the aura that renders them a word
and the hues they take
when they’re stored in mind.

I’ve lost a voice
from my blood’s volumes
its activeness, its mood
its subject and its object. 

Maybe it’s being tricky,
just playing a prank
or it may only be preparing
an epigram

‘The great poet who thought
he’s found the word!’


Details | I do not know? | |

Almost Lover

How do we get past this?
Do we even have a choice?
I know it can’t go further,
But it seems I’ve lost my voice.

Already with another,
I can’t claim you as my own.
Am I wasting moments?
While I sit and wait alone.

I don’t know how to stop this,
Not even sure I could,
Enjoying time together,
They way I knew we would.

Pursuing lost potential,
Ideals that will not pass.
How much should be invested,
When I know it will not last. 

Do you want a lover?
Uncomplicated fun?
Will you take advantage?
Should I stay or should I run?

Running leaves me tired,
It doesn’t change a thing.
Time will still have passed us,
And the pain of it will sting. 

Almost something special,
Do I stop and take a stance?
Years ago, long ago…
I would have stood a chance.

I feel I’ve known you always,
That it’s right when it is wrong.
Someone else who loves you, 
So I stay and yet I long… 

Do you think it easy?
What of the effects?
Do you think I’m coping?
Or is this just a test?

I know you think me hardy,
That I’m fine the way we are.
Don’t presume to know me,
Or how I feel at heart. 

Time will show our ending,
A start of something new?
If that is not the answer, 
Then the start of leaving you… 


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Trust

What child within us has not searched 
The heavenly expanse
And felt utterly alone
In the face of its vastness?
Each heart beats alone
To the rhythm of its streams,
Yet each is connected in 
The consciousness of its dreams.
Seraphs stretch their wings to aching,
But knowing all the while,
It's not the wings or wind that lifts life higher
but love given freely in a celestral smile.
So smile they all upon lost children
Blindly serching, hands clutching in our dreams,
To briefly touch the wispy softness 
Of shining saffron, angelic wings,
We need not wings to navigate the motif,
For we soar upon the rays of love
And by universal love manifest all things,
As below, so it is above.
Oh, tender child, don't fear the night,
Or too reverently hold to the pattern,
All things change with focused thought,
No need for a heavenly lattern.
Your light shines brighter than you know.
Reflect upon the gentle faces,
Not Seraphs or the heavenly host,
But wounded children lost in frightening places.
These little ones whose darkened eyes
Are now awakened by your touch,
Can see your path more clear than you...
Relax and learn to trust.


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To a Mermaid

At the end of the day
All your tears fade away;
All the stars come to rest,
The horizon now crest.

At the sea, the tide fades
As the sum of these days
Takes its toll on the ground,
Ripped and torn, tattered down.

And I'm here, by your side,
Torn away by the tide,
Trying still not to drown,
Not to fade in the sound of the sea.

But I see you, your eyes
Are the tide of the sea.
As they ebb, so they rise.
Still, they wash into me.

I can cry now no more.
Struck yet speechless, I cease.
In your eye, the tides roar;
I have found my release.

Lost in beauty, in that sea,
Lost in time, I'm lost to me.
Your face has aspect, fearful symmetry.
I find I'm lost for words. I cease to breathe.

And as the tide now tears me down,
It matters not.
My soul has found its rest within these ceaseless tides
That once contained my empty cries.

Captivated by your lips,
My breath is water.
'Neath the whips and scorns of time,
I find my peace.
My soul, content, has found release.

Lost in my emotion,
I found what I could be.
Drowned within that ocean,
My soul's absolved to me.

So have I drowned inside the sea,
Inside your tears, inside of me.
I know now what it is to be
Free.


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Cry For Them

Cry for the hungry child shivering in the cold.
Cry for the elderly, withering old and gray,
feeling much to old.

Cry for the mother, and the children,
who just lost their dad to drugs and booze.
Cry for the hostages held in limbo,
that just hit the news.

Cry for the lost little boy, who on Christmas eve,
had no parents to share with, nor a single toy.
Cry for the sick daying without a cure.
Cry for the pollution destroying the air,
the sea and the shore.

Cry for the poverty stricken, living in grief.
Cry for the child born with "Aides"
living, ever so breif.

Cry for the victoms desolate and homeless, 
living in the street with no helping hand.
Cry for them all, like I, shed a single tear.
Let them know it is us, that truely care.

For only with true feelings and a little love,
can a time really come, where we will all break down,
and share a moment of love, a moment of time.
And then, all of the tears that are shed,
won't only be mine.


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lost love, love takes time

constant talks ending in arguments
leaving no respect for sentiments
constant blames to each other now leads to more self blame games
endless queries but unfulfilled answers
more chaos, more questions
midway topics are left
stranded into ocean of queries,
with less solutions.
end result, forget it move on
days pass, again same route..
endless queries no answers
both live into each others hearts but lost love
hopeless is what i feel whenever m with u now
how could this be true?
for true love lasts a lifetime
what you feel for me is not true
or what i feel for u is not true
time is i need
feelings messed up, thoughts mixed into
memories still there. so may be hope still alive
sorry i am, for time i need!!
well you may be amazed when i turn to answer, that love i find hope is not my face!
well let hope be alive, may to find lost love back...hope it doesnt take time!!


Details | Classicism | |

Contradiction

I feel so lost so gone, but yet so found/ My mind so weak, so fragile, but yet so determined so bound/ Mind so high so fly but still on the ****in ground/ Voice so silent so quiet, but yet so loud/ Feel so skinny so thin but still gaining them poundz/ Thought I wouldn't make it through the first but still standing in the seventh round/ My words so limp so skimp, but yet still making them gangstified soundz/ I feel so energized so choatic but still wanna lounge/ Ya'll better be ready when 7 comes through your town!!!! I can't lyrically quit for shyt/ Living around rez life lyrical bull isshh/ fake ass hating trickz/ wanna be bloodz and fake ass cripz/ I jus need to kick back and take another green hit/ ****a alcoholic fit/my own lizzife iz like a three dimensional skit/ I got to wake up and let myself go..can't hang on no more......gots to find my lost heart and soul...God please let a young native like me grow to know the real shyt in life!!


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I Gave You Right Back

I remember when you gave yourself to me,
But I gave you right back.
Because I couldn’t stop hurting you,
And I hated doing that.
I can’t be selfish as I wanna be,
and much as I need your touch.
I can’t have that follow me.
Enough just might be enough.

But love comes all the way back around,
I didn’t know you then and I don’t know you now.

Hearts beat,
Trust me,
I asked mine to stop beating aloud.
Tears are dreams,
That have to flee,
Cause they’d been cast out. 
And smiles speak,
Yours talks to me,
But I replied with a frown.
Cause I can’t keep this up,
Enough is now enough.
Don’t look for me I’m gone now.


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I remember a time

I remember a time when I knew what to do,
A smile from your face would see me right through.
I remember the warmth I would feel from your smile.
My inspiration would soar, I could see for miles.

I remember a time when love was in the air,
It provided light and taught me to care.
Now time has passed and all of it has gone,
These kind memories become what I long.

I remember a time when I felt so alive,
Much like a bee, returning home to the hive.
Now I feel sad and seem to stand alone,
I’m just a lost soul in search of a home.

My pride was too strong you became someone else,
I not only lost you but some parts of myself.
I know I can do better and will always survive,
But so much had died I don’t feel very alive.

I remember a time I wanted better for you
I can’t understand some of the things I do.
Time passes by and then the memories are gone,
It takes all my strength to just learn to hold on.


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Befor There Was You

Befor you  i felt the emptyness  and cold.
The  sting reflected by thoose who  
had grown bitter and old.

In desperation at times we cling to that which we 
hold dear.
But  passion warms the soul.
And love  does erase the fear.

Befor there was you I never really knew me.
when were lost in depression.
At times we never truely see.

It's a struggle im willing to endure.
My heart is lost in a ocean.
Stricken by a beautiful sickness for which there
is no cure.

love is like a mist  that covers the ground with dew.
Emptyness  was my life.
Befor there was you.

Dedicated To the other half of my heart  
Julie Loveless


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


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Swept into Dreams

Angels caught by the ocean
A distant dream for me to see
Where wild birds sway into motion
Where coming clouds encumber me

Visions of every answer
Droplets through the prison cell
The shackles burn like a cancer
As memories of the water fell

I am lost for no reason
Never more than I recall
This past now settles the seasons
As I become, the angels fall

No more sights to reveal me
Not much left to be declared
And war just waits for a treaty
Betray you all, because I’m scared

Blind death sending a letter
Strikes a nail into my heart
What will be for this murder
Will become when I depart

A lost bird guides me to oceans
Tears of loss recall the seas
And as angels flock to this notion
So suddenly, I’m swept into dreams


Details | Cowboy | |

Life Worn Heart

“A Cowboy is born with a broken heart”
I once heard someone say
But it’s life’s travails
that make it seem that way
Just settle back & lend an ear 
I will see if I can explain

Its every “good bye” left unspoken
every tear that’s never shed
It’s the pride you just can’t swallow
every apology left unsaid
It’s the emptiness & sorrow
you carry with you on life’s trails

It was in the way back years
must have been six or seven
I watched a strong man crumble
When I saw my Daddy cry
He’d just come from burying Grandpa
Never got to say Good Bye

We lost the ranch when I was eight
and though his dream had failed
I watched my Daddy shoulder on
Never buckling under the weight
He altered course & tried again
Heart worn & weary but he prevailed

When I was but a woman child
True love found, my forever friend
We’d talked of “Through Forever”
He rides in Heaven’s arena now
True love’s bonds the veil can’t sever
All to soon I lost him to a Brahma wild

A Cowboy’s heart isn’t broken at the very start
It’s the unspoken words and unshed tears
Its all those lonely midnight memories
that creates a Life Worn Heart

(c) January 2004


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God Has Sent Jesus

God Has Sent Jesus!

God has given a wonderful gift!.  
Many haven't received it.
He loves us so much! 
 Many do not believe it.

He’s given us the gift of salvation.  
Many refuse it.
All that we hold on to.  
We shall one day lose it...

God gives to all, a joyous and 
brand new way of living!
Many are living a life
 that is not fulfilling.

Jesus...  His Son...  Is knocking 
at our heart's door.
Many have said; "Go away!"  
I don't want you anymore!"

God looks down from heaven,
 and what does he find?
The wickedness and
 sin there is in mankind.

Won't you accept this gift 
that he offers to you?
The choice is yours alone.  
What are you going to do?

He awaits your decision.  You need to 
make up your mind.
Now is the day of salvation. 
 Now is the accepted time!

Time is growing short.  
The hour's getting late.
Come to him now!  While there's
 still an open gate!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Battle For The Mind


Inside of you is a battle 
the rages within…
It’s a battle between what’s
right and what’s sin!

This battle rages against your soul!
It is with you, no matter
Where you may go!

Good vs. evil is the
 battle that rages on!
It's either doing what's 
right or what’s wrong!

There is a righteous path
 that you should take!.
Choose it now!  Before it's too late!

A choice for what’s right
Is what’s needed!
Only then, will your
life be completed!

A decision to live for God!
And trust and obey!
Won’t you listen?
To what he has to say?

Allow his words to cleanse 
you within!
With God on your side--
You’re sure to win!

His word shall give you joy!
 Each day you live!
He's waiting so patiently
 and willing to forgive!

Give him a chance
 in all that you do!
Jesus is here now! 
Waiting for you!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Soma

Rhythmic, soothing sweet release
Hollow meaning lost complete
 
Somnolescent, lost in time
Acquiesce into my mind
 
Alone once more
Pink ribbon skies
Lost in the shore
Of compromise
 
Gone inside sweet somber touch
Scintillating all too much
 
Lost from time's eternity
No need to name this endless sea
 
Alone once more
Pink ribbon skies
Lost in the shore
That I comprise
 
Somber slumber, sweet and cool
Drowns deep in this nascent pool
 
Stream to stream, my consciousness
Drains deep to content's caress
 
I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray myself
To anyone


Details | Rhyme | |

Too Busy Dreaming

Too busy dreaming to ever make em' real.
Spend all my time dazed behind the wheel.
Seems I've lost my touch since I've lost you.
But I still hope that my dreams will come true.

Love, money, money, love, love of money.
Spend it wisely, cause times a thief honey.
I wasn't built to worship only Jesus.
Love and money gonna tear me to peices.


Details | Rhyme | |

Vexing High

I’m caught in the midst of a dream I reside –
tumbling lovers tempting romance with pride.
Twisting and thrusting, to and fro with hate –
stumbling over a beautiful destiny and fate.

Creeping and crawling through shards of hope –
resisting the tension on a loveless, tight rope.
Shuddering in solitude, and mentally numb –
oblivious to the breakdown of who I’ve become.

Teasing and taunting, the years of lost time –
mocking their innocence with words and rhyme.
Insulting their integrity, of wrong over right –
disregarding true feelings, absconding the night.

Searching the wreckage, down high and up low –
for bits of true love and familiar pieces I know.
Vexing in torment, and accepting thy defeat –
of an unspeakable romantic tale of deceit.


Details | Rhyme | |

love lost haha

"its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" 
everytime i hear this saying it just drives me up the wall 

are you really serious? ... to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all???
it's kind of like saying lets go bowling without the bowling balls 

i cant stand this cliche it really makes me sick 
whoever made this saying up someone please beat them with a stick!!!

it makes no sense to me to speak of love this way 
because if you truly loved someone you would forever always stay 

and what do you mean by "lost"? please reiterate on this word 
the blatant misuse of love is really quiet absurd 

true love is unconditional and can never be misplaced!!!
to say that love can be lost is really a disgrace 

if someone loses love you can be certain they never had it!!! 
because a person who truly loves clings to love like an addict 

a mother who loves her child can never truly lose that feeling 
and to say that love is lost is not at all to me appealing 

the cliche itself it really does stink 
and i really dont care what other people think 

dont try to patronize me and say that true love can be lost 
because jesus died for everyone the passion upon the cross 

even with the passing of someone close to you 
love can not be lost if that love is really true 

so what kind of love do you speak of when you say that love can be lost?
i believe that anyone who uses that cliche is more than a little off


Details | Free verse | |

Lost

Searching for the lost child
What a mistake we made
For the lost child isn't lost any more
She ran away


Details | Blank verse | |

The Smell of Exile

we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever rebounding 
spirit learning songs of seasons
that dressed our umbilical cords
for the harvest of our dreams—
they were songs fathers sang in the cycle
many rainless seasons ago
 
many harvest seasons ago we danced away
from loving arms of Home onto the snow sea
opening widely our limbs to invisible lines
that etched new profiteering truths 
into our being into our minds into our hearts
 
when we heard father died this morning
away from Home we were featherless eagles 
looking for remnants of our nest among anthills
at a traffic light fragmented by hideous sores
we lost the burial songs made golden by the Sun
and made the Dead sleep like babes at Home
 
it was here we remembered
the splash of Colors, the smell of Exile
the poverty of dispossession which soaked our souls
froze memories of green Hills of Home
and made us grow resentful to dreams of moonlight joy
 
we looked into the skies and remembered 
when Locusts burst dams and the deep cuts 
of Holy Water drowned the glutton voices of our fathers
our blood drank the pus from our wounds 
buried deep by the locusts beneath the skin
 
we lost our dreams of a harvest
to the splash of colors
we drowned the songs of our fathers
in the roar of the holy water
 
today there are many seas to cross
with deadly triangular calm 
they’ll congeal stubborn death breaths 
while father’s spirit scream at our tenacious fate
 
it is only a season ago since we left, yet
we no longer possess the sounds of the crickets
we no longer dance to the rhythms of the soil
what we have is the pus from the wounds
buried deep by the locusts beneath our skin


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Bearded

I wear a beard of aging, upon a cliff-face chin
A year has passed and grown its hairs out from my mottled skin
Mistakes sit there unchallenged, to each fibre clings a sin
Yet despite my facial mask of age the clubs won’t let me in


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What A Wonderful Savior


What A Wonderful Savior!

What a wonderful savior, 
in Christ, I have found!
He picked me up, when my life 
was crashing down!

What an awesome Lord, I
n Jesus, I know!
His blessings in me, 
he wants to bestow!

What an example in him, 
I have to live for!
It was for us all,  that Christ 
chose to die for!

What a joy and happiness, 
to my heart, he brings!
He gives me a reason to live, 
shout and sing!

What an opportunity you have, 
to also know him!
Won’t you confess your sins?  
And bow before him?

What a wonderful gift!  
You can receive his salvation!
The past can be gone!  
You can be a NEW creation!


By Jim Pemberton    





Details | Free verse | |

Bed Number 36

Lying in bed number 36
I'm here cuz I shot and missed
Took a chance a risky gamble
With my safety and security
I lost and lost big
Loan sharks are after me
Can't decide if it's time to flee
Too late to start over
Too big a chip on my shoulder
Lord I was born a ramblin man
Only women ain't sposed to ramble
Now what I think as I lay in my bed
Next to women that stink of poverty
The loan sharks are after me
Time to pay up or dead I will be
So tired of runnin
Gotta keep runnin
Don't know why I'm runnin
No use really runnin
Havin lunch with the mad hatter
Only hes the loan shark
Can't remember how much I owe
He looks mad like hes ready to blow
Or maybe that's me
I'm the mad hatter
Collecting the debts
That are owed to me
Still lying in bed number 36
Was it worth the risk?
Tryin to be tough
Only made it more rough
I'm runnin runnin runnin
But I ain't goin nowhere
Stuck on an island where
Even the coconuts wont be my friend
Alice is calling, Alice, the white girl
Calls my name, always calling me to
Do the evil deeds she can't do
I'm the mad hatter and I'm mad
Mad that I'm the mad hatter
Mad that Alice keeps calling my name
So mad the loan sharks are after me
The looking glass in front of me
Always looks greener on the other side
Only now the goats have eaten all the grass
Alice wants me to come over
Lying in bed number 36
Maybe I should succumb
I feel so numb
1 step 2 steps 3 steps 4
Guess who just walked through the door?


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Samson of the Bible


Samson Of the Bible From the Bible, is the story of Samson. He lived an incredible life that really happened! He was to be a Nazrite, and set apart! His hair was to grow long, from the start! He was to deliver Israel from their enemy throughout! This was what his mission was all about! He destroyed the lion and bear with his bare hands! And sent burning foxes throughout the enemy lands! He destroyed a thousand! With the jawbone of an ass! God had given him such an incredible task! With his strength, came temptation’s call! And soon, his whole life took a fall! The strength from God had departed from him! Now, there was no one who could help him! Ridiculed and mocked, he became a slave. He couldn’t free himself, no matter what he gave. He was brought before the Philistine’s temple. Mocked and whipped to set as an example. He cried out to God, for help that hour… God gave him the strength and the power! The temple came crashing down all around him! Now, there was just rubble that surround him! May this be a lesson, that speaks to me and you! God is not fooled, no matter what we try to do! We can act like we have everything we needed! Without God, our life is never completed! May we not compromise what God has given! And walk in his strength, each day we’re livin’! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

A Society of Dark Comedy

Falsified and hypnotized.
 
Broken.
 
                       Monopolized.
 
Incurable and in need.
 
Overpopulated;
 
                             And alone.
 
Aggresively ignorant.
 
                                       Proud.
 
A world full of:
 
Tattered sincerity.
 
                             Ambushed happiness.
 
Hot tears and cold smiles.
 
Hollow people looking for....
 
                                         Something..
 
To feel alive;
 
Sometimes I feel like
we're already too dead to find it.
 
-James Kelley 2011©


Details | Rhyme | |

We Have A Perverted Society That Needs Jesus

We Have A Perverted Society That Needs Jesus! As we see a huge tide of a sexual invasion… We have largely a perverted generation! Just read the recent news, and you will hear… Another sex offender has begun to appear. There’s many confused lives and warped minds. Involved with sexual filth of many kinds! Our country is “engulfed” with lustful things! Many not realizing the bondage, this often brings! We read the news, and are “shocked” at what we read… Yet there’s so many hearts that ache and bleed! Is there any hope for a person who is trapped within? Who feel that they can’t escape the bondage of sin? Jesus Christ can bring the victory that so many seek! Only he can bring fulfillment each day of the week! The lies of the sexual pleasures will only fool you! These temptations will bring bondage as they allure you! The freedom you need is not from a movie or a magazine! It comes from the blood of Jesus and the love he brings! There’s a freedom in serving Jesus! I’m here to tell you! He loves you so much! And will NEVER fail you! Run from the sexual sin, and seek God to overcome! All victory is given! Through Jesus, his son! Jesus is all we ever need! And brings true satisfaction! A complete life renewed with a godly restoration! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting at The Grocery Store

Waiting at the Grocery Store

Looking around, my fingers fidgeting a multicolored scarf,
Searching through pockets for a letter that needs to be read, 
a phone call message I need to hear, but there are none. 
And I am going over the list one more time,
Standing semi-still under artificial lights, 
Balancing on alternate limbs
For a carton of skim milk, a loaf of French bread, coffee grounds, cream.
With the arm of a dangling child, a mother rushes by
Pushing cold rubber wheels across the linoleum.
The frantic woman at the register cries about her coupon.
Preparing for a battle, she shakes her head
And waves the war flag,
Fifty-five cents off a box of Lucky Charms.
She spits discontent at a tiny, gray haired cashier.
“Expired?” 
In the distance a child is being abused.
There will be no gum, no M&Ms, no sugar-silence.
The man behind me chimes, “Man, these lines. Never seen such lines.”
And he lies about a place where there are no lines.
He looks in my eyes, tries.
I barely nod, no need for provoking conversation. 
Like the man at the bar who mistook, “Hello” for “Let’s go ****.”
The back of my head still throbs.
And I hate them all.

And I shift away, burning in my skin under the artificial lights,
Waiting for waiting. 



Details | Haiku | |

Group of 26 various haikus

Night time yet again /starlight swallowed by black-hoes /Never to reach earth 

Monster under bed /Darkness engulfing my heart /Flashlight in closet 

Broken down body /Pieces still falling apart /Trying to survive 

Needed violence /Craving others' destruction /A bloody green-world 

Another world waits /To be drastically changed  /For better or for worst 

Take away my soul /A Genni in a bottle /Waiting for my hell 

Follow me right now /into the heart of her dream /To understand pain

What is my purpose /If no one recognizes /Who I truly am 

Where do I go from /A path lost in time and space /Path through destruction 

Do you give a damn /That people fall through the cracks /Life and sanity 

Where is your passion? /To afraid to make a change /Life requires life 

Wish upon a star /It falls from the black heavens /Death for a lost soul

Power to control /How the world spins around us /Orbiting people

Future behind us /Broken possibilities /Wondering what if

what inspires dreams / To quickly flee from our minds / Do they shape the soul? 

Do you know yourself? / Understand your heart and soul / Or did you give up?

My wondering thoughts/ foot steps past our minds limits/ into a new world 

Waiting for time's change / scared of what I will find there /What will be taken? 

Looking for details/ What secrets will they reveal?/ Our humanity 

He gave memories/ Remembering as her own/ Truth lost inside time 

Questions Propagate / What's inside Pandora's box / All of his secrets

Apple falls from tree / Down the rabbit hole it rolls / Mad Hater picks up 

Depression soaks in / Into my thoughts and body / Draining who I am

Stress stretches my soul / Rubber band about to break / Crashing into life 

Life flipped upside down/ World falling into pieces/ Some forever lost

How many lost dreams/ Are never fulfilled in life/ That could of been real? 

Where do I go now?/ Options retreating from me/ Left with destruction


Details | Cinquain | |

Another Miracle

Life surrounds us with miracles each and every day
Blinded are the people who don’t see the wonder display

A child who’s born with ten fingers and ten tiny perfect toes
A child who’s free from illness and healthy as he continually grows

A single mother struggling to ensure the ability to survive
Facing endless obstacles; her child’s health promotes her drive

A troubled lost soul in dire need, of a kind helping loving hand
His suicidal thoughts evaporate; a now vanished forever disband 

An atheist whose religion is filled with hatred and disbelief
As he takes his very last breath, the Lord’s love fills his voided grief

An elderly couple who’s family is misplaced and sadly out of touch
A homeless needy puppy who’s love has given them simply so much 

An abused neglected child dwelling inside a house of dead
Blessed is the hero who saves this child of dread

A once successful entrepreneur who’s lost everything he once had
Homeless in need of shelter, a “nobody” lends him a helping hand

Miracles are all around us, if we only take the time to truly see
That the next one in need of a miracle could surely be you or me

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | Prose Poetry | |

92

92
How some students grew up on the Computor? 
and can't function in the real world right click the bus mommy and place it at the 
stop it is taking much too long to come around the horn. form method="post" 
This paragraphic is free to be a space bar for mee and ewe. 
option>Sometimes in my fables there is parts and pieces of mye poems this is 
not yellow journalism or nepotism or even bad form eye can copy and paste and 
then add text eye can translate pictures into banners and banners into love eye 
can relate a page to GOD and find a way to enter clouds formed and someday 
eye will make it rain inside this idiot Computor box and it will fry all the electronic 
components of every Computor in the world then we will all go outside again and 
inhale the fresher air. 
value="Radio" 
Just now eye went to a Bravenet website to make me a new website and its free 
but of course the upgrades would cost me but the free sights is challenging and 
it gave me a code for a welcome type box and it did NOT work as it is in the form 
of a a href not a url. The idea is the webpage would bring me people they would 
sign my little guestbook too bad it does not even relate to the page it won't 
translate at all the code is wrong its backwards to a forum type webpage the url 
is too long. The HEY REF only works on websites the URL IMG thing only works 
on FORUMS how many people have followed links to there destruction. When 
eye got the thing on my FIRST PAGE of HOME the thing took off with me when eye 
clicked it open we went for an internet ride and eye lost the page eye was on NO 
fun. Eye would not want a HOME Computor user to become lost in navigation 
when he was just trying to let me knoe that he had viewed my poems. The thing 
is done the web page that they gave me is very green and nice looking but does 
not do a real function oh well in this Brave New World does anything rally have to 
have a function and so mye gentle reader ewe it seems to mee the eye the poet 
fable maker fabulist like Aesop that eye am just the new proud owner of another 
big white elephant so they will always benefit from instruction of this knowledge 
from someone please open windows as many as yew want and let them learn 
yew some. 


Details | Free verse | |

My Secret Prison

Trapped again!

Maze hidden cheddar eluding 
every twisting turn a doorway 
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.

I cry.

Depression building my will 
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.

I sleep.

I scream at one wall 
HA! HA! HA!
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!

I succumb.

Cheddar thoughts and running 
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.

I laugh.

Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.


Details | Rhyme | |

Can God Find A Righteous Man Like Noah


Can God Find A Righteous Man Like Noah? After creation, there became much evil throughout the lands! God decided to begin a search for just one righteous man! Out of the many people scattered throughout the earth… There was only one that met the criteria for God’s search! Noah was the only righteous man that God could find! Other than Noah’s family, there was a destruction of mankind! God’s judgment was coming, as the many storm clouds appeared! Very soon, every living thing was flooded and disappeared! Because of the righteousness of Noah, mankind is here today! Wherever sin and wickedness abounds... God always makes a way! If God began a search, would he find any that are righteous? There are many that attend churches, but they must be cautious! Living righteous for God doesn’t count for the church you’re attending! You can try to fool others... But with God, there’s no pretending! You’re either living a righteous life, or living a life of lies… You either love the truth of God’s word. Or his word, you despise! May the kind of life Noah lived be a challenge to me and you! God gave us his son to die for us. What are we going to do? Through the shed blood of Jesus, we can have righteous living! May we be encouraged to do this, from a heart of thanksgiving! Won’t you “get on board,” the ark of safety? Why there’s still time? You need to decide! The wrath of God will soon reach mankind! God will reward anyone who reaches out to seek him! Won’t you open up your heart? And receive him? The loving and righteous Jesus is he! He’s coming back soon! And gives life for eternity! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Help if You Can

I would ask you to help me up....but it's no use

Lament for lost promise
Lament for present self
Lament for those who try to help

These mirrors only tear me apart
Cut into my skin,pour poison into my heart

The pacts have been broken
The angst has transformed

Apathy is steady...I've slipped way too far

The gray is everywhere-as bland as it was before
Home has been lost in heart...I am seeker for the storm

Clear past expectation,potential is a word

May, the days be kinder to you all....

May you soar


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Reformation of Character

I’ve been down this road
So many times before
I often wonder if at the end
Will there be an open door?

What seemed to be
What I thought once was
A hopeless dream, in fact
A totally lost cause.

Is now actually a series of events
Coming to fruition
But in a more peaceful, loving
And different rendition.

Is this my chance to try again?
To set things right with my life?
Or is it just a visualization?
Of what could’ve been perhaps an insight?

Only time will tell as the
Fragmented pieces fall into place
Making a difference and a change
In my life as the memories give chase.

Being sure to keep up
Not ever to be missed
But yet called upon at a moments notice
So I can reminisce.

Whenever I feel down and out
Like I lost my friend,
I can reach back into my mind
To smile and laugh once again.

You see, that’s the thing about
Memories both good and bad
They will always be there for you
Whenever you’re happy or sad.

They level the playing field of your mind
Keeping everything on an even keel
Especially those times when
You’re not sure what or how you feel.

Life is full of ups and downs
As well as trials and tribulations
It’s up to us as individuals
To know when and how to set the stipulations.

When we reach that final chapter
And the last page has been turned
You can stop, look back and say
Wow, this is what I’ve learned

Now take this and share it with everyone
Even those you may not know,
So we all as individuals and
A collective will continue to grow.


Details | Rhyme | |

Regression

Hello again
My long lost friend
I can’t say I’ve missed you
Without you, life's been blissful
But you're here in this regression
I’ve slipped back into depression

So I’ll dance with you once more
On this familiar floor
In this cold dark place
Where you've reared your ugly face
With these thoughts that malign me
And these demons that define me

I’ll dwell on the past
Where you've amassed
Relive what hid in suppression
While you hinder my progression
I’ll come undone again
With my long lost friend


Details | Narrative | |

I look for myself

As I view a;; around me I wonder where the time went?
In the concept of time I was a speck that was spent
Nobody is left as I stand all alone
So I pick up the pieces and just go home.

I feel a bit betrayed I helped all that I could
I put my heart into it because I thought that I should
As I look at the returns they don’t equal what I put in
I wish for just this once it was my turn to win…

I gaze at the sunset as another day passes by
The beauty surrounds me the colors in the sky
I’m thankful for so my yet I feel a little empty
I’m feeling a bit lost in this land of plenty…

So many pieces I don’t know which to pick up
I feel like my life was inside that paper cup
Everyone ws done so it was just thrown away
So I just learn to live and fight another day.

Time keeps on ticking as ther clock unwinds
I still have my hope and the sun still shines
I just feel I’ve lost a little of my fight
I look for myself but I’m nowhere in sight,


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a place called home

A place called home I’m not welcome
A tear rolls down my cheek I must go.
I feel sorrow in my heart the toil burdensome
Memories wither along with all that I know.

As I walk away I can’t look back
Faces I knew are no longer friends.
I wonder where I am is this the right track
The river flows onward around twists and bends.

Now it seems I’m lost my heart is torn
I wonder through thoughts parched and dry.
The more that I learn the less I know
To this cherished life I say goodbye.

It’s been a year yet my heart is still torn
It becomes a void consuming the good.
My hands are rough my shoes are worn
I’m lost in sorrow I would lose if I could.

Daylight comes but soon shall fade
Darkness is loneliness coursing through my veins.
Still haunting are all the decisions I made
The rain starts to fall erasing all these pains.


Details | Free verse | |

Flaming Letter

words hardly do actions justice
and in the means of what you believe is right
true
accurate,
you'll be surprised to find
that every
precise word
spilled into the air
is in actuality
a lie.
Spewed upon the imperfect page,
burn holes swallowing every letter
as if it's the first time.
First time they've been said
first time you've spoken those words.
You have to forgive before you can move on
but what if you hide it
underestimated satisfaction in the guilt,
the guilt you lost long ago
you only puncture the paper twice,
before ripping it to shreds
before you realize you don't want this
you never did.
Instead you steal those words,
throw the paper in flames
waiting patiently for the next one-
same as all the rest-
who swarm in and deliver the same lines,
over
and 
over again.
As if it's a cued movie.
You're repetitive lines don't seem to phase me anymore
they lost their meaning long ago
and still,
to this day,
though I picked up each flamed scrap-
and glued them each together-
I don't believe it-
I won't.
Though I wish I could


Details | Rhyme | |

Wars

There are no losers, there are no winners
In wars that people wage
Our world is fast going up in smoke
We need to let in love’s rays of hope.

I lost one, you lost two today
I lost two, you lost one yesterday
The wars people and countries wage 
Only breed within hatred and rage.

Turn on the TV, a father carries a limp baby
Is this what we wait to see?
Tears, endless, ageless tears
Only gift of wars over the years.

A child saw his family blown
There was nothing now to call his own
His heart images seared by shrapnel 
Screamed with tears, “Avenge! Revenge!”

There’s a mother waiting at home
Waved her boy away to war one noon
Now she waits to collect his bones
A trophy of war she did not want to own.

Can we build breaking hearts and lives
Can there really be a winner in this strife
If only we’d find courage to stop
Courage to forgive, to love, not war.


Details | Rhyme | |

Summers over Sweet Princess

Summers over –
Sweet Princess

You were the Helios, warm and bright
throughout my summer days and night.
You gave life, energy, yourself and light
to our adventure, our journey and flight 
across this beautiful, vast land of ours, 
along with all those wonder filled hours –
I perceived – reflected in your Autumn green eyes –
Angelic, warm ?, on fire ?, passionate ?, - what lies ?,
as hope, desire, dreams, broken wings, try and fly.
I have often wondered what I am ?, what I mean ?, why ?,
you bother – considering – with me, and I
also wonder why I remain enclosed here,
in fear of ?, and why I still want to be near ?
I wonder my Dear, ?, what would be ?, if I’d disappear.

My heart aches, my soul weeps,
my spirit cries out loud – it seeks 
answers for all those moments – joyous – lost,
that may have been nothing more then the cost
for something that may have been nothing more 
then figments of my imagination –
a dream that I am unable to unlock the door
to, for your dreams, your creation
have no room – indigent, disabled, old man,
uneducated – in the light of your master plan.

These lost moments come crashing in on my dreams,
even crashing in on my waking hours, it seems.
I see them now, on television screens,
and in that place, deep within, where these scenes
play out the beauty of passion, a hot embrace, a delicious kiss,
a loving look in the One’s, eyes – these I truly miss,
and see in every action, every reaction  - between this world and the other, that remind me
of everything- with you – I want to be, 
to experience, to develop beyond this place.

I see you in every beautiful face.
in every compassionate, passionate embrace
then I get lost, lost in these momentary
experiences of others – actors – as they carry
my spirit, my desire to what could be.
what might have been, if only all were free.
I then ache for all that will never
become, for you will never, ever.

I see you face on every act of love,
every act of passion, every longing look,
every gift given to another – gifts I would love
to bestow upon your soul – gifts you want,
and from me – I believe – want not
what I have to give.
We both have to live
the lives we choose
and have no choice
but to live.

B. J. “A” 2
February 24th 2008


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost Paths

Sometimes you have
to lose yourself in
order to find
yourself. 

Lost Paths

 
I know this place,
yet i feel so lost,
I know these people,
but they're
strangers.
There's plenty of
life, but its
drought,
Everything's fine,
but feel danger. 

The air smells so
sweet, but tastes so
bitter;
Its clean here, but
full of litter.
 I see fine, i feel
blind
I'm looking for
something, but what
do i find?

How long have i been
here? 
Lost in this deep
puddle of fear
fear that follows,
stays close near
i must get away from
its gaze so leer

This abyss of
darkness has opened
my eyes
I must leave here
before i get
consumed by these
lies. 

Finally i am able to
introspect
contemplate what it
is i seek
this world is too
perfect, it's
imperfect
Tis its perfection
that makes it bleak.

I have been engulfed
by the flames of
inferno
Entrapped, in the
fallen angel's bosom
I must isolate
myself from this
infinite chasm
Rather i be a loner
than a mourner.

I know this place,
yet i feel so lost
I must take whats
mine and leave fast.
 
I run, run to lose
myself, run with my
only possession, my
heart,
i run to find my
self, find a new
place, a new start.


Details | I do not know? | |

Senseless

When I was one
I stared at the sun
And although I lost my seeing
It felt like fun

When I was three
I drank chlorine
And although I lost my tasting
It felt serene

When I was five
I took a dive
And although I lost my smelling
It felt alive

When I was seven
I played a violin
And although I lost my hearing
It felt like heaven

When I was nine
I took a line
And although I lost my feeling
.


Details | Narrative | |

Still memories haunt

If only you knew what you did today,
Would it all change words of yesterday?
Or did it all happen just so you’d learn? 
You can see better as the tables are turned.

The lessons we learn seem to come at a cost.
What we learn weighs against what we lost.
Things keep moving, time marches on.
Thing that are lost become what we long.

I wonder was it worth it the price paid.
All I left behind I wished could have stayed.
The sun rises up to greet this new day.
Memories haunt the events of today.

I know there’s no sense living in the past.
You can never outrun the shadows it cast.
You woke up today life passed you by.
Maybe you just forgot how to try?

I find myself older yet I lost some trust.
It was left in the rain and started to rust.
Once it is lost it’s so hard to get back.
I try some new cards from off of the stack.


It doesn’t seem better but it could be worse.
Maybe my destiny has plotted this course.
I don’t expect anything I see what’s to come.
I see what I need and try to grab some.


Details | Rhyme | |

Satan Wants Me to Be Destroyed And Defeated

Satan Wants Me to Be Destroyed And Defeated!

Satan wants me destroyed and defeated…
So God’s will in my life, won’t be completed

He wants to see me “up against a wall.”
And wants to be there, when I “stumble and fall.”

He wants for my life to “crash to the ground.”
And he doesn’t want any help to be around!

He wants my life to come to a “screeching halt.”
And then try to tell me, it’s all of my fault!

He wants to see every good thing to be destroyed.
He doesn’t want God’s truth to ever be employed!

He’ll twist the truth into any way that he can!
Anything of God…  He doesn’t want me to understand!

He wants to corrupt what I’ll do and say!
And wants to take everything wholesome away!

I need to listen and trust Christ to overcome!
I can do it, through the blood of God’s son!

With him as my Lord, Satan will have to flee!
I seek the blood of Jesus to daily protect me!

A invite you Jesus to complete your will in my life!
And ask for your blessings upon my family and wife!

I seek Jesus!  Behold his awesomeness and power!
Jesus is the victor!  Satan is defeated this very hour!

Thank you Jesus! For redeeming my soul!
Because of your shed blood…  
Satan has to go!!!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


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Lost Confessions

Lost between Heaven and Hell, battlements of my spirit and mind, Raptures me into 
the new day, but delivers me in the darkness of night. I argue within my mind, that 
shall wither it blind, randomly I search for the meaning that enhances the light. I 
wander through the ailment that haunts me so. Small amounts of peace keep me 
driving onward, though I feel no glow. In-between both I am haunted with one 
sight, Glimpse of the dream I hold so dear, with massive amounts of fear, my 
menacing fantasy keeps me on my fight. Each week that passes seems as everyone 
that fell before.
My soul knows my end is of a different kind, knowing the sin that I carry each night 
and the penance that I must endure. My destiny is not what I see, But is what I 
deeply ignore. Lost between Heaven and Hell, My soul cannot sell, this torment, I 
speak is a different form I break, Not just any ordinary sin, I have no-where to begin.
No end to reach, my darkness seeks light, though there is no realization to teach. I 
am haunted by the past that lonely night that seizes, though it pleases me ,but no 
other can live in the desire that I speak here and now, Others have traveled this 
road without any dark temptation, though I would lose all interpretation, with great 
litigation. Lost now and forever my dream, forgotten almost it may seem. Distant 
calls engorge my thoughts, memories chase my spirit, and lust envelops my soul, 
into the realm betwixt Heaven and Hell. My dream I shall bury, my destiny, I shall 
marry within my mind and spirit. These darkened nights shall grab the bright days 
down into the mishap of grace. I will council each cheerful day and plant a smile on 
my face. However, the agony shall drive my heart to a stainless hollowness of 
discomfort my continued dream shall live on and inhabit this shell. This shell 
someday shall wither away; there will be nothing left to tell.


Written for

Sponsor Catie Lindsey 
Contest Name Dark Prose 


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VISIONARY

VISIONARY

A VISIONARY IN THE DARKNESS
WHO CAN’T SEE A THING
LONGING FOR AN INTENSE LIGHT
AND THE JOY IT WOULD BRING
FROM THE PAST, LOST HORIZONS
ARE THEY LOST FOR GOOD
FOR ONE MORE CHANCE HE HOLDS ON
LONGER MAYBE THAN ANYONE COULD

IN MY MIND I SEE A WAY, A DAY
A TIME TO REJOICE
I SEE THE WEAK, A CHANCE TO SPEAK
ALL RAISING UP THEIR VOICES
IN MY MIND I SEE THE SURFACE
AND STRAIGHT THROUGH TO THE DEPTHS
I’M LOOKING FOR HEARTS BROKEN APART
ANYONE LONGING FOR A SAVING BREATH

A VISIONARY IN THE DARKNESS
A SHROUD CAST BY HIS SURROUNDS
LONGING FOR AN INTENSE LIGHT
AND A LOVE THAT HAS NO BOUNDS
A BELIEVER WHOSE FAITH IS HIS STRENGTH
THE ENDLESS REACHES OF HIS MIGHT
SURVIVING IN THE DARKNESS
IN A WORLD OF NEAR ENDLESS NIGHT



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Sometimes the Weight

Sometimes the weight of the world comes in a thought
Of those we miss, and things we long again to do
My weight is in the things I long should have wrought
The love I long to perform without opportunity to do.
Sometimes the turtle's race is the road not taken
The sudden impulse to sun the futile wings of wax
The patience longing to breech the prayer of heaven
O I cannot back again, I cannot walk the empty tracks.

O tell me not to lay my shoulder bare of you, O love
Tell me not to martyr my soul for joy's well being
To cheer the brooding heart the soul must be a weeping dove
The climber of the mountain has no time to view the scene.
Sometimes the weight of the world comes in a thought
A sense of failure, purpose lost along the way of pain
The more I lost you, love, the more for me I sought
The more I find me the heavier grows this mortal chain.


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Persona

Step into a world
Enshrouded by the fog
Of the truth you try to hide
Of the truth you pass as lies

Shades of your past
Try to take you in the blast
As they're digging out truth
Make you reach out for the truth

Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide

Till there's nothing left for you to hide
The truth within is now open wide
Now come along before you're lost within the tide

Crash, thunder booms
And the dark clouds, they loom
Overhead, they start to crack
Downpour and turn the sky to black

Boom, trigger pulled
But the future wasn't nulled
If you want to see inside
Buckle up, let's take a ride

Persona, to grant you the power
To rise and face the day
Conquer all that's in your way

Hear the thunder crack
As you pull the trigger back
If you want to be somebody else
You should learn to see yourself

'Cause do you really wanna live like that?
Acting like a fly if you're just a gnat?

Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide

'Cause there's so much more for you to see
The only person that you need to be
Is yourself and that is all that should ever be

'Cause there's no reason to live a big lie
Acting like a god when you're so scared to die

Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide

Till there's nothing left for you to hide
The truth within is now open wide
Now come along before you're lost within the tide


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Do You Feel Like You Have No Where to Go

You Feel Like You Have No Where to Go?

Do you feel like you 
have no where to go?
Things have brought stress
to your soul..."

Do you feel like "everything's been taken?"
You're all alone... And have
 been forsaken...

Do you feel like life has 
"turned it’s back on you?"
You don't know what "in the world 
you're going to do..."

Do you feel like no one's
 listening to what you say?
You don't feel like you can make 
it through another day.

If you feel this way...  I've good news to bring!
Jesus is here!  Waiting to take
 care of everything!

Perhaps you feel like you've
 hit a "dead end."
There’s one who wants to be your friend.

Do you feel there's no 
real hope or chance?
Do you feel overwhelmed
 by your circumstance?

Jesus knows of all your troubles and pain!
He’s here now...  Why not call on his name?

Feel his goodness and let 
him restore our soul.
He'll bring peace to your life 
and make you whole!

Feed on his word... And let his spirit in.
He'll meet all of your needs again and again!

In God's direction is where your 
life needs to be leaning...
Only he can bring true 
hope & meaning! 

By Jim Pemberton


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THE FORGOTTEN WAY

Four Pandav brothers were dead
Drinking water from an accursed mountain lake
Ignoring a mystic’s warning to be first put to test
A series of questions on life and man’s eternal quest
The fifth and eldest though weary and thirsty
Ever humble and truthful, this first born of Queen Kunti
Answers to the sage were profound and appeasing
Gratified, the mystic resurrected his kin
Yudhistir, the righteous, who defined madness as a lost way
A lost way of life belonging to a forgotten age

Rarely are humans satisfied with less than can be had
Considered abnormal behaviour and often deemed mad
Very few have learnt long before
The essence of life resides within one’s core
Content with a pebble or a blade of grass
Finding in them the truth of the universe
Their thoughts belong to another plane
Their madness is but a mental game
Their logic may appear irrational and queer
But their solutions are simple, without prejudice and fear
Blind to the wisdom nestling deep within their brain
We hurt them; we taunt them and brand them insane
They don’t belong, neither do they own
Children of a seed which long back had been sown
All trace of the race, apparently extinct
Chances of a comeback fairly indistinct
Slave, that man is to material life
Incapable of learning that surfeit too ends in strife


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Love's Lies






Like a warm knife through the butter of the soul, 
The insect that scratches the ear drums as we watch love's lies lay eggs of waste
Till they're in the mouth of your mirror's reflection of fear
least someone should lie themselves into a care of this placebo of lust.
 Till eyes turn against nature to the arid desert of exhaust
the emotional orgy to the mental climax of the unreal.
Descriptions of the void so vivid stirs a chuckle refusing to be hydrated with tears
Cynical text mid composition stirs the stomachs dragons....sighs
O how love's lies have caught us.


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O'er Fifty and Still Alive

Hooray!
It's now another day
Time to roll out all the trash
Don't have to work
Have lots of cash
No need to ever have to think
Life's real great
I'm in my pink
So why at times do I feel sad?
Don't have no stress
So why think bad?
Maybe I had planned it wrong
These last few years would be a song
Now I  watch the others go to work
I waste my time
So who's the jerk?
How much boredom can I take?
I'm sick of golfing by the lake
My other friends
Too tired to try
Still talk and tell
Of days gone by
And so dear friend
Up to this end
What can I say?
But waste this day.



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There Shall Come A Great Tribulation

There Shall Come A Great Tribulation!

You’ll find In the Bible... 
In the book of Revelation.
One day... There shall come
 a great tribulation.

There shall be famine and war 
this world has never seen.
"Satan's fury" being poured 
out upon everything.

The Antichrist will appear 
as "the world leader."
"The man with all of the answers."  
"A great world healer."

People won't be able to buy or sell
 without a mark on their hand.
While corruption and wickedness 
prevails throughout the land.

Our only hope and answer during 
much chaos and anxiety.
Is Jesus.  In HIM we can 
have life abundantly!

This world shall one day 
perish and pass away.
 God's truth and his word are here to stay!

Come to Jesus now... 
He invites you to come.
Accept the gift of eternal life 
from God's precious son!

He's our only hope in this
 world which we live.
He is so patient and kind... 
willing to forgive.

Will your name be in God's 
book of life someday?
Are you ready to meet him on judgment day.

This world... or Jesus... the choice
 by you must be made.
The price for your soul... 
on Calvary... has been paid!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Lost One

Lost one
Tossed one
Tossed to and fro
and here and there
Lost one
Desperate tears 
Burdened,
By a world of cares
So much fear, it tears
Down to the last fiber of being
With no one
or no thing,
To give some kind of remedy
So torn,
So broken,
Just as these words are spoken
Hurting,
Deep inside, choking
Choking down the emotions, hold it in
Because these might be the last emotions, he’ll ever have again
Within, starting to grow,
More and more numb
Without 
Love,
No one to show him some
The lost one,
Tossed one
Tossed, by the worldly system
In this dog eat dog world
Where everyone is expendable
The lost one,
I am
Soldiering, in search of peace
Up and down the streets
For whoever,
Whatever
Can give me some relief
By any means is necessary
Whatever they may be
Be it God,
or be it guns
Whatever my choice may be,
It’s mine
I’ll own that
I’ve waited on you too long and,
The sun is setting
Now is the time
I’m tired of being lonely
Tired of being that lost boy
Waiting on you to find me, to hold me
Just hold it
Truth be told,
I just might be a lost cause
Just as a corpse-filled coffin,
Bracing a six-foot fall
I might be done
And if so,
Let that day come
Where mind and body’s at peace
No matter what race I’ve run
No matter what wrong I’ve done
Let it be known,
On my tombstone
I lived and died,
As just 
A lost one


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Satan Told Me That No One Loves Me

Satan Told Me That No One Loves Me!

 I heard the devil whisper into my ear…
“No one loves you!”  “Come over here!”

In front of me, where temptations of various kinds...
It was almost overwhelming for my mind!

He promised “love.”  And much more!
I had no idea of what was in his “store!”

I asked Jesus to help the way I was livin.’
I needed his love, and HIS power of forgivin.’!

Would I trade all of this, for a life of deceit and lies?
Being “trapped” by what was,
 Shown to my eyes?

Was I going to trade what God gave,
 for a ”pleasure of the moment?”
Was I about to make a mockery of Christ’ atonement?

I ran, and bowed my head and cried…
For a brief moment, I felt rejected and despised!

 I felt the Holy Spirit’s presence all around me!
Iit was like the love of Jesus had filled me!

This time, I knew that what I had, was all I needed!
With Christ in my life, I no longer have to be defeated!

Satan is a liar!  He has one purpose and goal!
He wants nothing more, than to destroy my soul!

Take notice Satan!  This is what I proclaim!
Everything I’ll ever need!  I have in Jesus’ name!

The blessings from Jesus, has supplied my every need!
It’s an everlasting and abundant love, that I received!

Thank you Jesus! For giving what I need and more!
You are truly wonderful!  
And are worth living for!


By Jim Pemberton


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I know the truth and now our love is lost forever

A change is coming to the skies
It doesn’t come as any surprise
A question answered by your lies
I stare at your soul as my heart dies

You thought you’d keep it from and be clever 
I know the truth and now our love is lost forever

I can tell what’s wrong from the look in your eyes
The games you play I do despise
Don’t you hear my inner cries
I stare at your soul as my heart dies

You thought you’d keep it from and be clever 
I know the truth and now our love is lost forever

I’ve separated from you and severed all ties
I will grow from this tragedy and become wise
From the depths I will overcome and rise
I’ll stare at your dead heart while my soul flies

You thought you’d keep it from and be clever 
I know the truth and now our love is lost forever






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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


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She.

She,
remains just out of focus,
an elusive portrait,

etched in the corner of the mind's eye.

she,
sometimes strays into view,
a blurred mirage,
of burnished words cast in indelible dye.

she,
steals fragments of each day,
a welcome thief,
of emotions left in some dusty space.

she,
scatters my poems in the breeze,
an invited spell,
that vanishes into the wind without a trace.

she,
renders me mute and so often blind,
the wild dreamer,
a seeder of impossible thoughts in the mind.

she,
brings the elements of nature to me,
a gentle healer,
she unfolds my thoughts setting them free.

she,
comes and goes as she chooses,
an untamed spirit,
soothing the very place that she bruises.

she,
rouses me in nights of empty slumber,
a murmured breath,
brushing my cheeks with kisses too many to number.

she,
remains to me the enigmatic one,
a burning riddle,
yet she stays with me as each torturous day is done.

she,
my heart knows not why she stays,
my consistent constant,
filling up my nights and consoling my days.

she,
deserves so much more from fate,
the truest soul,
she loves too much and knows not how to hate.

she,
arrives again tonight as I lie awake,
a thoughtful shield,
my coat of armour in a world far too fake.

she,
stays with me and within me stays still,
the true one,
and to dwell deep in my soul is where she always will.

she,
from whose cup I have so greedily drank,
a giver of life,
I have not the words with which to her wholly thank.

she,
knows how desolate a world this can be,
my sustainer of hope,
and of life and of breath is what she will always be.


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Silence

It’s silence that terrifies me, when my mind is left to its own devices. The soft whisper of self mutilating dreams, the crimson pass of lowered expectations. Silence. It’s a void, a terrible and infinite swarm of potential energy, that I can’t help but release upon myself. It echoes a cold and torrential pang; lonely and somber, a delicate bridge that forks between agony and serenity. Yet, I am always blind to the direction that I seek. So I scream inside myself, hoping to reach someone or something besides the absence. I achieve nothing, but the swell of temptation to strike a match and burn the bridge down. I’d rather see, and fight than crawl through this shattering facade with no sense of where I’m going. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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My Grass in the Desert

The midnight magic sprinkles in the air.
I can hear the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence.
This moment is mine that I create.
So very, very much I am content!
My soul is engaged with such a paradise. 
I am aimlessly there.

Ah yes! Yes indeed, 
You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near.
The glitter is everywhere, 
I can breathe the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost for time.
This moment is mine that I make.
So very, very much I am entwined.
My soul is entangled with magic so sublime, 
I am without a single care.
Yes, yes, yes! 

You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there.
The radiance I stand and bear.
I can touch the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause.
This moment is mine that I partake.
So very, very much I am lost.
My soul is entangled in this web of mine, 
I am so very, very much there.

I am lost in time.
Ah yes, yes, yes indeed!
You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share.
Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds.
My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!


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Cyberdreams and Other Loves

Cyberdreams and other loves that impact on our lives 
Like meteoric fragments from dark and starless skies 
Leave ripples on our souls like pebbles tossed into a pond 
Swirling eddies of emotion that go dancing on and on. 
As we watch, they come to us and then again are lost 
As we wander through our imperfect world adding up the cost 
Of that which was lost to us before we were born. 

Yet cyberdreams and other loves are all that some may know 
So they stumble through their dull, grey lives as on their way they go 
And the torrent they are caught in from the moment their lives start 
Pulls them screaming out in terror past the edge of love's rampart 
To let them plummet toward the stony teeth that life presents to all 
Where they find their aspirations crushed at the end of that long fall 
And they at last find life's final ending. 

But cyberdreams and other loves need not be emotion's end 
For I know that in this cold, cruel world I will find true love and friends 
That will hold me up and keep me from that long and tragic fall 
And help me to resist that sad and lonely siren's call. 
So I will travel onward 'til at last I make it home 
To she whose love will bind me and I never more will roam 
Among the cyberdreams and other loves.


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Never Love

“’Twas better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.” 

What?

To have loved so deeply and completely that the love consumed you heart and soul.
To waken each morning looking forward for the first time in your life to the day before you.
To trust and place all your faith in someone after years spent believing you never would.
To allow yourself to need and depend on someone other than yourself.
To feel safer than you ever dreamt possible

Only to have your heart ripped beating from your chest. 
To feel more alone and lost than when you first begun.
To watch your hopes and dreams torn to pieces before you’re very eyes.
To be left with only pain where there once was joy.
Sorrow and grief in place of the overwhelming happiness you so often wished you’d never found.
To become paralyzed, frozen in the hell love left you in.
So much more alone than you have ever felt.
Desperation taking away the freedom love had offered.
Immense fear where you’d found safety.

Better to have loved and lost?
Better to feel as though you cannot go on?
Better to fear sleep for the dreams that never stop taunting you?
Better to wish you would never awake to another day of heart wrenching tears?
Better to feel lost and empty unable to perform the simplest of tasks?

Than to have never loved at all
Never to feel the pain.
No expectations.
No disappointments.
No despair.
Never to be lost.

‘Twould be better to never love than to love and have it lost.”


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Opposites

Anger,  Love. Sadness, elation.  How is it that two feelings, so far from each other on 
the spectrum, could elicit so similar of responses.  More over how can the same items 
cause similar reactions in life?  To love deeply; to be lost in a haze, to stumble over 
simple words and actions, will bring the greatest man to his knees.
To feel immense pain; to be lost in a haze, to stumble over simple words and actions, 
will bring the greatest of men to his knees.
Further still how is it we can love and hate the same things in a person?  The way she’s 
quick to anger; hate; she’s always trying to be the tough one.  Love; She is the tough 
one (she can take care of herself) 
How is it opposites are called such, yet are so similar in so many ways.  Why is it like 
that, is it just to cause us more grief, or is there another reason that we can’t 
comprehend?  How is it that we can feel such love whilst feeling such anger, at the 
same thing?  Opposites, are they really all that different?


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Are You Offended By God

It seems like there’s many people becoming “defensive.” As anything of God, is seemingly being “offensive.” People can peddle their smut and filth around. But a cross or nativity? They must come down! People can watch acts of fornication on their t.v. But, talking about God? “Why that’s offensive to me!” People often talk about their constitutional “rights.” Perhaps someone upstairs “turned out the lights!” Its amazing how money is spent getting God “removed.” What is it exactly that people are trying to prove? What’s next? Taking “in God we trust,” off our money? It could happen very soon! I’m not trying to be funny! Think about what’s happening and taking place! We’re told that we can’t pray in public? Or say grace? This whole country is being turned “upside down.” Our very foundations are being “tossed around!” In what’s being pursued as “political correctness…” Has left in many lives… A total weakness! God is being replaced what is “socially appealing.” Much of what’s in our society has no real meaning! A person can marry anyone they want, or smoke pot.. But what the truth of God’s word, can’t be taught? It’s time that we come to God, and totally repent! Before another wasted day we have spent! Sooner or later, God’s judgment will come out! Our lives need to be changed, and cleansed throughout! Jesus is the answer! Our only hope of salvation! We need him now! All across this great nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Boiled Brains

So finally
Age's shadow throws its cast
Time for some to live the past
And yet I have this silly quirk
I'd feel much better back at work
So rather than stay home and snooze
I'm back at work
No time to lose
And with a staged real happy face
I join once more the working race
Ignoring others ripe with cash
Doing little with their stash
Their burned out wives no longer stay
With boring mates to waste their day
So maybe my new life's not bad
Better busy
Then just sad.
Use your brain
It must be fed
Just move ahead
Get out of bed
New challenges will keep you strong
Don't waste these days
That's just plain wrong


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These Are Dificult Times for So Many Without A Job


These Are Difficult Times! These are difficult times, with many frustrations. Many people in hardships and difficult situations! Many are filled with worry and concern. Not really knowing which direction to turn. As more are getting dependent on government. Many without work have lost any kind of fulfillment. While many seek what seems to be the best “plan.” Cries of hopelessness ring throughout the land! I, too, have been without work in the past. Wondering how much longer it would last. The months that went by, turned into years… As I sought assurance for my worries and fears. The only true peace and security I have found. Has brought love, when life came “crashing down.” I found that what really matters the most! Is Jesus! And letting him hold me close! I knew if I lost everything that was around me… God’s presence and peace still surrounds me! He made it very evident and so clear. Whatever happens in life... HE IS ALWAYS HERE! He picked me up when I felt lonely and depressed! With him in my life… I felt comforted and blessed! My problems didn’t disappear in just one day! But through life’s trials… God made a way! Whatever difficulty or problem you may face… Won’t you accept God’s gift of mercy and grace? He can do more than any other power can do! And brings meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


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An 02h00 Scribble

a 2:00 AM scribble...

'twas but a lifetime ago
when she floated as if in a dream

when the whistling winds
called out her name

while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme

she walked into the barren landscape of my world

and carved-up an exclusive place

excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled

she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute

instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute

a passion blazing with renewed belief

with solitude consigned to the shadows

and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief

her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light

her love an endless sea of possibility

washing up against the shores of my moonless night

and when that burst of colour came through

like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight

her face like a revelation shone

as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight

and though a lifetime ago it seems

she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams

and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong

that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong

in the haven of her warm embrace

as I gaze lovingly 
at her wondrous face

and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire

while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher

it takes but a moment with her to know

that these feelings shall prevail

for they diminish not, as they continually grow

spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love

and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above

for here is where I always hope to be

anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea

so allow me to thank thee
for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought

and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought

so stay well, sweet one
and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue

and know forever that these scribbled words

are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...




Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Sight

Christmas seems to be lost in a commercial haze,
and hearts freeze over any retail deal.
Human kindness ebbs in greed's burning fire,
while good will toward people seems less real.

Whatever happened to the true Christmas spirit
and why has greed's spell taken hold of human hearts?
The holiday season seems less merry now,
as the gift of brotherly love is run over by millions of shopping carts.

Has the heavenly light of Christmas love
been lost to the darkness of commercial gifts?
Souls seem to latch on to these material things,
ignoring the wounds made from these man made drifts.

Has the holiday season lost the Christmas glow
that once flourished in love's golden night.
The mad rush that Christmas now brings,
tells me that human kind has lost its Christmas sight.


Details | Rhyme | |

Still Pathetic

I'm just too tired to fake it.
It takes all I have just to make it.
My nerves are just shot and I've given all I've got.
And I don't know how much longer I can take it.

Me, myself and I, consumed with self pity.
Lost in my own little world.
I've got to get out of this city.
I need some air, it's not that I don't care.
But love is lost and I need to find it, no matter the cost.

Urgent desperation, leaves me breathless and in need of respiration.
Walls of silence surround my soul.
My hearts pounding just to get a glimpse out through a hole.
Won't you help me? 
I feel I'm about to lose control.
I've lost my ticket and the trains gone down the track.
It just left me hear wondering if it's ever coming back.
To carry away my blues.
Until that day, I'll remain feeling I was just born to lose.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Tragedy---for Jon

Lost? 
Found. 
Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day 
Lost-found in a place, living know not. 
Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds 
While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless 
Youth is but a stage of dying 
Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass 
Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES 
Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience 
Youth felt emotion lost through existence 
Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension 
Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else 
But where time confronts us all. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Pride

Eyes narrow,
Eyes cold,
Smile cruel,
Dignity sold.

Shall not look away,
Dignity lost,
Eyes angry,
Smile of frost.

Head held high,
Looking ahead,
No one  exists,
World is dead.

Done no wrong,
Had not lied,
Told not truth,
Dignity tried,
All is lost,
Within their pride.


Details | Free verse | |

Paid in Full

Taken by a solitary moment
I look to see if anyone is near
I breathe and let it defeat me
I just wanted to make things right
Change a view, stop a pain, write a sorrow

I’m a memory, a lost ambition
A hidden motive, a destructive intuition
A rusted swing, a broken violin
Drop a tear, hum a verse
That’s all I ask of remorse

It only swells and dies inside
Dare not grant you trophy with a scar
I just needed something to get me by
Make love, soothe a burn, leave an itch

I’m a memory, a lost ambition
A hidden motive, a destructive intuition
A rusted swing, a broken violin
Drop a tear, hum a verse
That’s all I ask of remorse

That’s all I ask!
That’s all I ask!
That’s all I ask!
That’s all I ask for anymore!


Details | Bio | |

Flight of steps

Sinister is the staircase -
the light switch out of reach.
How could my eye find way,
differ honor and breach?

Head dashed against the walls
and lurching I lost course.
Lead these stairs up or down?
Mind like an empty bourse.

Sweet voices call my name
from heaven and from hell
But how do they vary?
Both sound so tempting well.

I will regret my step
wherever I will go:
This step the fall or raise
of my own heart will show.

Confused and blind I seize
the stairway of my life.
Doubts and fears and worries
come only to be rife.

Ere my legs turned jelly
my last cry was for help.
I lost my way and light -
Lord, hear my desperate yelp!


Details | I do not know? | |

SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







Details | I do not know? | |

Repressed

Your laughter mocks the expression on your face
Your thoughts twist slowly into words
You’d be better off with the needle
Better off with a room and a mirror

Strapped to your sanity
It seems we’ve lost again
A game with no rules
And no room to play

Destroy me again
I love the pain you send through my body
Concrete doesn’t hurt so much
As the times you give to me to breathe

Strapped to your sanity
It seems we’ve lost again
A game with no rules
And no room to play

Every ounce of rage
Concealed in a twitch
Just under the eye
But deep within my soul

Diseased by disdain
Sinister desperation in the laughter
Of these children locked inside
A daycare with barred windows

Strapped to my sanity
Pillows on the walls
I’ve found a subtle comfort in lunacy
When there are no rules to this game we play


Details | Blank verse | |

Passing By

Through out the years
Time fades into the cold mist
Of forgotten dreams and broken memories
Bearing down on the old soul
The empty years become lost regrets
The wishing stars
Die and become one with the vast sky
As the hope of youth vanish
Fate strikes with its vengeful hand
Wiping away the beauty of life
Cries of carefree days
Too soon become nothing but passing thought
The bright light of days gone by
Blind the vision of days to come
Making the journey seem longer
As the way is lost 
In the fog of dazzling memories 
That seems to haunt
Life’s fancy is soon distant
With the passing of time
Drawing memories on the face of beauty
And crippling the soul
That once danced about so freely
In the warmth of the dying sun
In the laughter of children
Echoes the damnation of destiny
Losing the shine of time
In the daze of splendor
The songs glorious melody
Becomes lost in the screams of reality
The sands of time fall
And the looking glass fills with faded shadows
Of days gone by
The beautiful sun shines down
Chilling the decaying skin of old.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Shutting Down Arby's

Tonight, oh what a night it was
Nearly five hours spent
At a fast food restaurant 
Laughing and talking our way through life
Who else but you and I
Could get kicked out
For shutting down Arby’s
So folks could go home
We spoke of life
Of love lost and found
Of sex and dreams
The devil and Holy Ghost
We talked of beliefs
Work and foolish friends
Of places to travel
And goofy things we’ve done
We spoke of fantasies 
And how people are
Of puppies, kittens and relatives
Of future goals and lost hopes
Integrity and the things people think about
We asked why people
Are the way they are
Remembered childhood moments and scary movies
Came to know each other
Just a little bit better
Laughed at our life
While we joked about
Shutting down Arby’s
Such a unique distinction
To have done such a thing
But then again 
It was time well spent
Between a father and daughter
And all I can say
For letting it be so
Is thank you God

NOTE*** May all father’s have such a day. Happy Father’s Day


Details | Quatrain | |

Sirens

Sirens lie of love, following where angels fear to tread
Cold and lost in desperation, in blindness we are led
Cold and lost in desperation, impossibly all alone
Adrift with no beacon, calling the way back home


Details | I do not know? | |

The Shedding of Skin

The Shedding of Skin. 

Parched lullabies seem jarring,
gentle persuasion an assault,
quiet understanding reeking of decay,
fatigued under this skin in which I must stay. 

Dreams of moulting,
shedding the hubris of crafty words,
flushing away all famished rhymes,
ripping the fibres of an ink-stained past. 

Knowing. 

Always knowing,

that honey-soaked kisses, seem destined,
breathlessly,
never to last. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Let Me Take You For A Ride

Let me take you 
For an ride
From my words
You cannot hide
Put the belt on
Get yourself tied
Here’s some water
It gets dusty 
From the tears 
That have dried
Look to the left side
Watch my life
Pass you by
It happens every time
See my friends
Say good bye
Look to the right
And listen to me
The trip will never end
Do you see
What I could’ve been
All my possibilities
Listen to those tires scream
Like the voices
Of loves who broke my dreams
Faster were building steam
My choices 
Burned up in gasoline
Relax were almost there
See that sign
Now look behind
Those are my lost memories
Left in my lost box
I never want to find
Well now here’s our stop
Time to get off
Watch your step
It’s a long drop
Thanks for the time 
You now see 
I really tried
Thanks for letting me
Take you for my ride.


Details | Narrative | |

Jonah

The lost and found 
all walk this earth.
We trudge along
till death from birth.

At the age of eighteen
the Lord found me
wallowing around
in my misery.

I asked for His help
and He showed me His love.
But when things got better
I suddenly had enough.

I was bound and determined
to do it my way.
My lust for the flesh
led me astray.

I never even knew
I was so alone.
My heart was so lonely.
It turned to stone.

Believing my life wasn't 
as bad as it appears. 
Lost in my addiction
of sex, drugs, and beers.

Stubbornly I continued
to live the lie.
Pretending I was happy
with no love in my life.

No matter how hard I tried 
all I could do was fail.
I guess I was Jonah
and the earth was the whale.

Battered and beaten
after the world swallowed me. 
Confused inside the belly.
of the whale in the sea.

I felt like a captive
and I had to get out.
Quietly whispered prayers
with a head full of doubt.

So lost in my sins 
I didn't think He was near.
Softly I said, Lord are you there?
And You said, "I'm still here".

No longer living the life
of a sinners neglect.
Your forgiveness is love
that I'll never forget.

Now I know I haven't been forgotten.
Of this I have no doubt.
Because the Lord tickled that whale
and the earth spit me out.     Amen


Details | I do not know? | |

Night

night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn

so

night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day

as

night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away


Details | Free verse | |

The Firefighters Helmet.

All I can think of is that dented firefighters helmet
As I recall that concrete and twisted steel tomb
Those dazed and dusty faces lost in disbelief
In the rubble of the fallen towers

Only moments ago, the planes assailed New York
Pulverizing the heart of the nation
Steel supports gave way, bodies fell from the smoke
Our delusions of safety burning away

From the debris we plucked the pieces of hellish reality
The rescue workers keeping theirs, and I mine
Holding fast to the hope of a chance to find life
Somewhere in the hazy gray of uncountable names

Those who’ve been lost now sleep around us as we work
Although they’ve been consumed and ripped
Their spirits, our hope, and a brighter future remains
Healing the wounds, cleaning the blood, and drying the eyes

As we lifted a piece of broken wall the helmet fell free 
Tumbling down the tor of steely concrete to land at my feet
Burning the truth of that day beyond any comprehension
Side by side we worked understanding...that unspoken moment


Details | Rhyme | |

On Leaving the Fold

Terrible atrocities,
committed.
Apostasy.
I'd never wish a death upon a friend
or those who I hold dear.

Blind logic,
steel faith.
Crying statues
full of hate.
I tell you I would never wish a harm done
but I know that it's to late.

And the one you once called son
is now the man who stands alone.
The one that lost his way,
the brother come undone.

And I know I will be let go,
except in prayers,
in hopes.
The boy that walked your path is now
cut from all of the old growth.

Careful tensions have all broke.
The wires snapped and then,
once the tents have fallen
the crowds have gone and
the shadows are deep set in.

Terrible images arrive.
In your minds eye, in mine.
What will become of that boy
the one who languishes still in sin?

Blind logic,
steel faith.
Crying statues
full of hate.
I tell you I would never wish a harm done
but I know that it's to late.

And the one you once called son
is now the man who stands alone.
The one that lost his way,
the brother come undone.


Details | I do not know? | |

This Deserted Street

...walking down this deserted street

on rock-hewn shards tearing into blistered feet


the journey may be arduous and so very long

and the will may falter, the resolve may at times feel less strong


but the journey proceeds ever on

waging battle after minor battle, while the war of attrition rages on, never to be won


the destination, the culmination of the tortured soul's journey may never be attained

yet the spirit is infused with the strength, that from bitter lessons have been gained


thus the walk continues, the ceaseless trudging through this at times meaningless life

in joy, in misery, in the short moments of abundant plenty, and in the cold times of wretched strife


so it may come to pass on some distant, faraway day

when under the ground, in ashes we may lay


what then is the consolation of things accrued and possessions kept

when into this earth we shall return, to sleep like we have never slept


so picking up the pieces from here and there

the good, the bad, each one to share


and then leaving this realm to finally depart

back to the place where the whole saga may once again start


thinking not of morbid thoughts, no, none of this is that way meant

merely grasping the moments left, and in grasping them, to pause and think on how wisely they may be spent


for once the end knocks as it shall inevitably upon the door

and once the theatre of life's curtain drops to the stage floor

the grand truth may be something beyond what these eyes can see
yet the small truths may be the release that eventually set the caged soul free...


Details | I do not know? | |

No More This and That

...no more this and that as
the sweltering pain distills empty chit-chat

in the clarity of the dawn
while blinded lovers fawn

the words that are spoken are mostly broken

meant not in truth but merely as a consolation token

of placating shredded hearts with lie upon lie

while weaving tales high up in the unreachable sky

torn and twisted truths clung onto so tight-fisted

but as the smoke clears the truth sears

through the gurgling blood flowing down the years

and after hour upon hour of salt-drenched tears

while long suppressed fears springs forth and reappears

as feelings shift gears and as it all in a flash disappears

and though yesterday was gentle and the passions elemental

today its all just slipped away

beyond reach of even tomorrow as emotions faltered and began to sway

and so wrath wraps itself in doleful cloth

silently despising all movement yet resenting all weary sloth

wheezing past the denizens of the glorious ivory towers

seated on fences that expose all defences

stripping away the layers of dismembered senses

and in the end the one that breaks is the one that refuses to bend

to yield and lower the mock shield

stamping its bitter verdict inside an emptiness that is within a vacuum sealed

so awaken to the realisation that all that was has been forsaken

while idle moments seem ripe to be taken

through thick and thin and the bluster and the din

of feeling the agony of being kicked in the shin

and cast aside, off from the always treacherous ride

with nowhere left to go

and no place safe to hide...


Details | Personification | |

What You Mean To Me

The ghost that hold hands in the dark -
and angel that plays and sings with my heart
You've been my mysterious companion-
my savior from the very start.

You breathed some of the smoke for me-
so much that your gown is grey
Pain and strife you've taken from me-
stealing to win this game we play.

I wish I could match your prowess-
as you captures many a soul
Not even wanting to cheat when you do-
but its better you are lost in me than I'm lost from you

Sway away today I may-
for human I am
Loving you-
I do

For this is what you mean to me
Sweet poetry my lover my friend
What you mean to me
Has no end


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Villanelle | |

reconciled differences

Sitting alone in the fog
Rendered motionless, and speechless
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Wandering in and out of madness
Gripping to sanity with one last dying breath
Sitting alone in the fog

Clinging to one last memory
Trying not to slip into unconsciousness
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Rain pouring down, burns the skin
Air too thick to breathe
Sitting alone in the fog

Relationship with the stars and moon
Bringing back the lost feeling
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Stitches lignin all major arteries
Pulling at these stitches in the dark
Sitting alone in the fog
Trying to remember that lost feeling


Details | I do not know? | |

St. Elmo's Fire

The day burns, the night turns
The world still fades away
The sun sets as my regrets
Are left inside of me

A cloud forms, a world storms
All else still fades away
I'm lost here, with only fear
My soul could never stay

And suddenly, all nature cries
The night fades in the empty skies
And I know beauty, I know pain
My world has faded once again

The lights spark, the life's dark
My eyes are scarred again
The night drifts, my soul rifts
As all is lost to rain

I'm transfixed, the clouds, mixed,
Confound all I have seen
I'm lost now, and know how
The night is what I've been

Once more, I see all nature cry
And deep inside my inner eye
The darkness sparks the question,
Why the soul could never die


Details | Free verse | |

peaking in your ear

found the note that wasn't for me to see

a screen shot into a world in her head

it had all changed, we are now walking dead

two different paths that will not cross again

I was down and out, lost in my own head

it's called depression is what I had said

the highs are in the clouds 

the lows were like being lost in the crowd

it was a coin flip that shouldn't be

50/50 just wasn't for me - she thought

who could live with those odds at home

the fight was over, we fought and fought

in the end we somehow both lost.


Details | Lay | |

A Generational Curse

we tend to forget the time when we ourselves were very young
our own parents did not understand some of the things we had done
we had our own style of music, our own dances and points of view
we fail to see that It's a curse every generation seems to go through

In the 1950's, there was teeny boppers, convertibles cars plus rock-n-roll
the parents from the big band era thought their children were out of control
In the 1960's, there was war protesting, hippies and anti-establishment
the parents from the bebop era thought their children had lost all their sense
In the 1970's, there was the Motown sound, flower power and acid rock
the parents from the rock-n-roll era thought their kids were chips off the old block
In the 1980's there was after-work parties, glitter balls and disco fever
the parents from the hippie generation
would not be mistaken for Ward and June Cleaver
In the 1990's, they had rap music, punk rock and designer street clothes
the parents from the acid rock era were clueless in their parental roles
In the new millennium the year 2000 known as Y2K
It's gotten to the point where most parents seemed to have lost their way

Is the situation getting better or Is It getting worse?
Is It that change is a constant which causes a generational curse?
Is it the sins of the father from the very beginning
that have been revisited on each generation of children?

do you remember the words that every parent has said 
to their children since the beginning of mankind?
"may you one day have children who act just like you 
who will make you think your losing  your mind"


Details | Free verse | |

Deepest Reaches of Hell

In the blackest night a foul breeze blows across me
as the demons lust and desire they ravage me.
Their claws tearing my flesh, he has sent them to collect me.

My screams echo through the deepest reaches of hell,
Satan smiles when he hears the sounds of my pain and suffering
as they drag me down to him. His joy filling my soul with hate
and contempt for him, he feels alive.

Like a cut rose I fight for life only to dry up, 
to be tossed out as if I were nothing,
not even a thought or a memory will remain.

Lost in the throws of abandon at his will,
living only for his pleasure, his every whim.
I hate him; I hate myself for being lost to him.

My heart chained and locked to his, happiness eludes me.
I find myself waiting for the peace of death to find me.
In a constant battle I fight for my sanity, I live my fears.

I defy him in all places of my heart, 
with victory over my soul, he laughs at me.
My eyes see the blood dripping from his teeth;
his breath putrid with the smell of decaying flesh and bone
of the ones who came before.

As his darkness unfolds over my mind I am lost,
lost to myself, lost to love, lost to life.
Even in my dreams he degrades me,
forced to watch as he crushes them before my eyes.

I find myself covered in the blanket of his wickedness,
chained by his evil heart; his demons hold me to him, 
there is no escape.

In the blackest night, when the foul breeze blows against me
I will know they are coming.
He has sent them to collect me once again.

His lust and desire will consume me,
my screams will echo and he will smile as they bring me to him.
Once again my suffering will make him feel alive.

This devil, 

this Satan

 will keep me forever imprisoned in the 
deepest reaches of hell.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dream Catcher

A tangled web of thoughts
A mind lost in confusion
A feather decorating your soul
Covering up the sorrow!
Taking away the pain of others
Stealing fear inside.
A dependence on protection
Becoming lost ,
In a tangled web of thoughts…


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vagabond Within

The Vagabond Within.

I slip through cracks,
my memories dimming,
as thoughts of yesterday swirl,
down dreary tunnels of decay,
into the chasm that is today.

Waiting, forever waiting,
to belong, yearning to fit in,
taking solace in transient cities,
wearing masked faces,
tailored for fleeting places.

 I stagger each night, lost,
wasting precious breaths,
drawn from a lifetime of sighs,
no consolation from the cruel,
while donning the skin of the fool.

Wrestling unseen demons,
dreading tomorrow as it nears,
ripping away my shallow smile,
withering into a hollow shell,
seeking comfort in everyday hell.

I stumble, I falter,
words slipping off pen onto paper,
fickle doleful murmurs of distaste,
at the gradual emptying of a soul,
needing to shed it all to be whole.

Stray dogs savage each other inside,
a body lathered in deep muck,
soiling my pants, wetting my being,
whistling promises that turn into lies,
the plaintive songs of a clown that cries.

I am momentary, 
a soap bubble on the breeze,
just smoke clearing into thin air,
wasting away in my cocooned lair,
too old to change, too young to care.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Lost

Where have you lost my friend
In deep or dark
Where is your spark
Your shine your tinkle 
Your ability to mingle
Where lost your motive
To learn and forgive
To keep up your motive
Where lost your essence
Which creates your presence
And blends your fragrance.

Where lost you  yourself 
And your style
And your thoughts
And your mind
And you likings
and you soul

Not what are your plans..
To uplift and revamp,
Your that one lost world
Which is your brim
To Live and let others live
Those are clubbed with your brim
Those who wants to see you back 
Those are going through the same lost path.

Come up now don’t delay,
Since life is nor a race neither a relay,
It’s not a journey which you need to finish
It’s a moment and a experience, 
Which needs to carefully build, nourished and cherished..
When you live mortal life or
When you live in memories and thoughts of other mortal lives.


Details | Free verse | |

El Fin de la Carretera

The world is crashing down on me,
The ground has crumbled from beneath,
Drowning in the waves of a long lost sea,
Adrift now is time’s ultimate thief
Far too long did I stumble through;
Crushing the fragile earth,
Oh Darkness, dear friend
Such a beautiful day for your rebirth
I never saw those means to this end
But now is the chance to start anew
I’m lost in you
Your consumption,
Kill me slowly,
Savor the moment.
I’m suffocating in your beauty.
It shouldn’t be any other way
I just wanna see the end of the day
Better soon than late,
Preserve the memory now,
So that we cannot contaminate
This perfect final kiss,
Adieu to you,
And take this vow,
For this moment I shall not miss


Details | Rhyme | |

I Lost the Bet : Where's my Jet ?

I Lost the Bet : Where's my Jet ?


I went to Vegas made a bet
  takin' the cab: lost my Jet!  
Went  to settle up the score
What else is new? Lost some more!  
Nor did Blackjack go my way, 
I should have left early that day! 
I went to gamble; lost my shirt 
 Life's a shamble; now eatin'dirt     
I had a pocket full of cash      
sure was gone in a flash! 
played the craps; now eatin' scraps  
thought I was lucky, but to my surprise
  wasn't 7 or 11, it was snake eyes!  
  I'm sorry to say, I took the bet
you know how it goes;it's Russian Roulette 
I rolled the dice; I didn't think twice   
 went to Vegas lost my dreams; 
didn't stay away from the slot machines 
 Now I  pray for my shattered life;  
should have played Bingo with my wife!



McCuen Copyright October 2008


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Ashes

Savage lies, mercilessly spoken,

battering emotions, a heart exposed, nakedly open,

companionship was all that was sought,

not blue-chip bonds, hastily sold and bought.

The bonds I sought were simple,

peaceful nights, scribbling verse in unseen black,

delicately caressing words of love, my fingers tracing poems, over the contours of your soft back.

It saddens me to say, my thoughts were dreamed in vain,

and it grieves me see, the ashes of our love,

floating down the streets we walked,

scattered in the rivulets of this night’s pouring rain.

Alone I scribble this paltry verse,

the darkest of nights, in the midst of howling storms,

and though I may heal some day,

the memory of the ashes of our love,

floating down the streets we once walked,

shall remain buried deep,

until my dying day


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triangle rooftops

I used to live for everything; for the naked trees in the autumn, for the smell of hope in the 
spring. Every time that smell came I would breathe deeper. 
I would look out of my window at night and see the city lights gleaming up at me, they 
screamed, 
‘you can have this, you can have all of this’. 

My youth was enveloped in faith and ambition. Faith dictated my every move. Faith in the 
table that would hold my drink. Faith in the bath that would get me clean. Faith in my heart 
that would guide me. Faith in myself to get to the lights. 
Myself? 
Myself is conquered in question marks and lists.

Now loneliness dictates my every move. It shoves me into dark places and binds me to 
things that my mind cannot commit. 
I am swarmed by darkness and acres and acres of hope that cannot be tended to or sown. 
Every ounce of me has abandoned myself and I cannot retrieve it.

I reminisce over pages and pages of me and there is no middle ground. 
I was young and I was free. 
I was nineteen and I was lost.
I am nineteen and completely tattered. 

I look back on these pages and I see images of flowers with three petals and houses with 
four windows and triangle rooftops.
I see people with bright pink skin and everything in 2-D. 

Then I look back on these pages and see hearts with your name scrawled across them. I see 
paragraphs and books dedicated to you.
I see everything that you ever said to me. 
I see all of my faith scribbled in you.

Now when I look out of my window,
the lights glare at me, they scream, ‘YOU LOST HIM, YOU LOST YOU!’ 
And when the spring comes and I breathe deeper, every cell in my body becomes decimated 
by your scent, every organ rots remembering you. 
In the autumn when the trees are free and naked and cold, 
my bones shake without you to cover them.


Details | Free verse | |

The Guilty Party

The guilty party just sits there satisfied, 
In the glory of all their stupidity, 
Never stop to suffer 
Along with their own sense of vanity 
And lost sense of pride. 

The no good mob men just dance 
Dangerously on the edge without answering any prayers 
A loaded gun, 
A threat to follow, 
And this is his intuition to be guided. 

The bad man sits there lonely in his lonely cell, 
Wondering if it's a slow burn and how soon it will come to pass 
For him to be released, 
Never crossing the path of the madman, 
The bad man never grieves just the bigger man 
For everything that he has accomplished. 

The clergy are just disappointed and lost 
Fearing that maybe, 
Just maybe they do or do not hold the way, 
Maybe their special keys don't open any doors 
And maybe they open many. 
The priests and the priestess hold their secrets of appraisals and riots 
Of bad men and guilty parties 
And no good mob men stalking miracles with guns. 

The guilty party just stands there satisfied 
Of the damage they have done, 
What was is no more, 
What changes we have forced are now already done 
We'll show them they're thinking, 
Now they'll listen 
One stone at a time 
One life 
One lesson. 


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Aching to Ache

Clawing into myself,
digging, scraping, scratching a phantom itch.

…

Amputating feelings, thoughts, emotions,

love,

always excising love,

…

to feel some pain,
for once, to feel the ache, the heartbreak, the anger, the desolation, the loss, the pangs of remorse,

to feel anything at all,

not this numbness,
these tattered synapses, this innured state of anaesthetised unfeeling, the brittle thoughts that shatter, painless, when I stumble and crash, and fall.

…

I ache for the ache, pining to pine, hungering to hunger, bleeding fragments of myself, only to bleed, to feel,

alive,

again…


Details | Lyric | |

Revenant of a Soul

I feel like a Revenant of my former self
I'm lost to all, lost to my heart and soul
And yet I linger on

Unwanted by heaven or hell
Left here to finish my business

But yet there is nothing for me here
I am bored with this existence
Its tediousness tires me

I'm weary of this world
I don't like what it does to me

It takes my heart and twists my will
I cannot control myself sometimes
I lose what I am and what I believe

I can't stop it, its inevitable
I believe I will continue forever like this...

Each feeling, each emotional dart
strikes true to my heart, yet, it is not there
It is no longer part of this semi-existence

Its traversed like my soul to a high plane
A plane where it can no longer be torn asunder.

I fight every day just to feel what I once wished I could not
I fight for my self control as I grow to hate this land more and more
I fight on for some sort of reason in life

I don't know why I fight, its all I have....


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

I have much to be thankful for


The sun comes up and the sky is so blue.
Still, I’m uncertain of what it is I should do.
I awake to realize I have much to be thankful for.
I open my eyes and my heart for what is in store.

Some days I get lost and don’t know what to go.
Sometimes it feels like any way the wind blows.
I seem to do better with the friends that care.
They make me see that they shall always be there.

When I get sad and feel quite alone,
They offer my heart a place to call home.
Though I feel lost I seem to get better.
Like when the rain falls, I only get wetter.

I usually have troubles with this time of year.
I remember the people that I hold so dear.
Last night I received a call and had to smile.
Today I shall rest and take care for a while.

I don’t always understand why I do what I do.
I just follow my heart and these feelings are true.
I hope for things to get better and look for a source.
I just need to find a way to get back on course.


Details | Couplet | |

BE PATIENT GOD

Be patient dear God, for i know that i've sinned.
Help me straighten my life, get back to you again.

For years i've lost faith, turned my back on your will.
Used your name in vain, even wanted to kill.

I've broken commandments, and lived life in sin.
Even consorted with demons, though never again.

I've lied and i've stolen, and defiled your great name;
But you never quite left me, and you've helped me the same.

Be patient my God, for i now see the light.
I'm so tired of the darkness, help me keep up the fight.

You've looked in my heart, and you must see some good;
Or i'd have been dead years ago, as i know that i should.

Be patient great God, for i'm turning my heart.
Back to you and your love, from hence i did start.

For without you in my life, i don't stand a chance.
I've already lost everything, except my shirt and my pants.

Now i'm down at the bottom, right where i belong.
Yes, i wanted to die, although i knew it was wrong.

Then you showed me the light God, and how you really care.
So now i give up my past, on you my burdens i share.

So be patient dear God, for i've much work to do;
Getting rid of old habits, drawing closer to you.


Details | Quatrain | |

desire

maybe Epicurus might'a been furious
if he'd lost all of his desire
combed the ground, to look around
for lost wants to quench his ire

where'd he drop his taste for food
and pour out his tongue for wine
no lyre to pluck his ire for good
no nimble lover to limbly entwine

no want for jaunt to walkabout sea
or hope to climb pinnacled knowledge
the soul enslaved to desireable plea
too hard released from its bondage

just might want philosophy to be
freeing of fears brings tranquility
no purpose repurposed for plan B
afterlife ever after an impossibility

yet, today is right here, right now
and we all can provision it wisely
accept what joy providence will allow
see, as he, an Epicurean view blithely

© Goode Guy 2011-12-05

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicurus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicureanism


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Sleep

To sleep, to die that partial death
Only to rise once more. Again
To sleep, and in that sleep to know
The Truth that is all life's full flow

I close the soul to circumstance
And cease to see into the world
I turn my thoughts into myself
And turn my sight to the unheard

Darkness flits across my eyes
Empty thoughts are floating by
Rising from the nether-void
I see my soul, still undestroyed

A hand grasps forward, wracked by pain
The Truth engraved is lost again
A spark, a flame, is all I see
Within these darkest depths of me

This sleep, this death, is all I am
Awake, alive, but hollow still
I dream, but only as I am
What's seen before me, I can't kill

My mind yet floats, my soul is numb
My life is gone within the sun
That's caved into itself in loss
That's fallen far, known not the cost

The spark is lost into oblivion
My soul is strewn, become all that I am
The tumult of the sounds of all that's real
Are lost inside the darkness's sole seal

Below the threshold of my mind
Exists the Truth that I can't find
Below life's tumult, deep inside
Into the absence, all subsides

I'm gone. I've fallen through that deep abyss
I'm lost inside myself, inside all this
That never could but be
Ah, Truth! You are all that I see
When my eyes close
And my mind turns
Into the twisted sinews of itself


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Vacuum

Callously discarding,

talismans of heart and soul,

hastily scorching all bridges,

in a supernova burying me whole,

retreating into emptiness,

no salvation to be found,

sins too many to absolve,

drowning, in a freshly
dug hole in the cold ground.

Hollow, empty, barren desolation closes in,

asphyxiating me,

within the walls of my dismal room,

sinking into the abyss,

disappearing, fading, lost forever,

inside an emotionless,

vacuum


Details | Free verse | |

Paranoid Dream Poem

 vast jungles of flesh
 giants of monotony 
 these intellect crushing beasts
 disguised gardens of deceit
 from a petri dish poisoned by mutant chemicals
 what's left of the beauty transforms to become wings
 sometimes I wonder if I should speak of these things
 who could be listening in?
 breathing the thick air of lost opportunities
 crying heavy tears of expired love
 witnessing a higher form of intelligence
 undeserving of humanity
 and my frail sanity
 who could be listening in?
 time to destroy the evidence and move on


Details | Elegy | |

You'd Think It'd Get Easier

That's two gone from my life
Since February began
First I lost my friend, Grace,
And then I lost my aunt.
When will this madness end?
Will I ever get a break?
When will I return to normal
Happy and free of heartache?
Please, someone tell me it's all right
That It's going to be okay
No one's told me anything
But I guess it wouldn't have helped anyway.
I don't want to believe that this is it
This is the total, complete end
But I don't have any faith left to cling to
No heart or love which I can lend.
I don't have any trust in anything
Because life is so very short
God, I wish I knew what was coming
So that I could be prepared and alert.
But these things happen so suddenly
Without any warning
A life is gone, another soul dies
Leaving the rest of us in mourning.
So we are left with broken hearts
And tears running down our cheeks
We are left, shaking and sad
And that's how we'll spend future weeks.
With so much death in my life
And so many hardships I go through
You'd think I'd expect it and it'd get easier
But I'm sorry to say that isn't true.


Details | I do not know? | |

Scream

I stepped aside to see the girl I've become
And realized how much I've been numbed
I've stopped caring about this life
That continually cuts me with a rusty, dull knife
The tears fall less often down my face
I've lost my innocence and my grace
Now all I do is hold in pain
I've lost all hope of any possible gain
I try to hold back from revealing my sorrow
Tired of hearing that you'll help me tomorrow
I'm jaded. I know I've been pessimistic
But what reason do I have to be optimistic?
I sit here, breathing heavily
I can't manage to keep myself standing steadily
There's no more desire for positive change
The idea of happiness is now foreign and strange
They say that happiness comes from within
I guess I'm just bitter & angry, is that such a sin?
You'll see me quietly composed
The kicking and screaming inside wont be exposed
I want to hide in my corner, cut off from the world
Fulfilling my destiny to be a lonely girl
I'm fading in the darkness, I'm not even trying
In an empty grave, I lie, slowly dying
The noise dies down and in the silence, I'm free,
Screaming out frustration in my poetry


Details | Lyric | |

What a Lost Soul

Since I am Here The Veil grows Stronger but, You're not here for me I'm just-- Another Lost Soul you know, The people you find on the curbs on streets, During Rainy Days not going anywhere but Deeper into their own Disease but, It's not a disease, for they look for cures for diseases Here the patient cares not Only I could say something like that but since I'm here I just might as well sit on the curb on a rainy day and drown in a new-state-disease what A lost soul I am never enough could satisfy always more What a Lost Soul


Details | I do not know? | |

The Other Side Of The Fence

I have found myself at war, 
deep within my brain; 
Have I totally lost control? 
Is this what it feels like to go insane? 

Have I lost my grip on reality? 
Have I lost all my common sense? 
That I am willing to hurt the ones I love, 
to live on the other side of the fence. 

I suppose the money's always greener, 
and the women are always so fine; 
The pools are always lined with gold, 
and the parties are always so divine. 

But beauty is only skin deep, 
and age catches up to us all; 
Sooner or later the parties will end, 
there always must be a last call. 

Then where will you find yourself standing? 
Left out in the bitter cold? 
For you've wasted your youth on fast living, 
now you find you are alone and old.


Details | Free verse | |

Lost in Space

it is hard to explain
that unemployed means
society has lost your name
life steals your future away
life says,
pull over to the side
and watch your tomorrows go by
don't worry
AAA, On-Star and GPS won't find you
So, you  call
Hello, Houston
this is lost shuttle
Roger lost shuttle, this Houston go ahead
my employment tile has fallen off
my finance and responsibility tiles are loose
lost shuttle needs repairs
re-entry into society on hold, copy?
Roger lost shuttle, this Houston
maintain your orbit
help will be there someday, copy
Roger Houston, this is lost shuttle
can you please respond promptly
it is cold and dark out here


Details | Free verse | |

Dream State

Impaired.

Is my heart
Is my dreams
Is my soul.
(at times)

Explosive.

Is my want
Is my need
Is my sadness.
(for less than mundane)

I feel lost sometimes.
As if I'm tumbling through
a forever turning
arc, spinning me into
an oblivion.

With no way to stop-
No friction beneath 
my feet. 
Oily soles running
upon silken ribbons
sliding throughout the
atmosphere.

Over and over.
Infinity's treadmill.

Losing my balance.
Losing my faith.
Losing........

Me.

I wake up from the 
dream.
Soaked in sweat
I roll over to remember;
my dreams are never
too big, nor too small.

Only lost if not dreamt.



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Do You Ever Cry?

Do you ever cry? 
Are you ever afraid 
of feelings you've felt 
and decisions you've made? 

Do you feel alone 
and away from your soul? 
Do you fear love 
or is it your goal? 

Are you a man 
or a woman who hates? 
Do you wish for your death 
or rather your fate? 

Are you lost in yourself 
or lost in a crowd? 
Do you hang on each word 
that is spoken aloud? 

Are you young, are you old? 
Are you pleased with your life? 
Are you somebody's husband 
or somebody's wife? 

Are you happy or sad? 
Do you wish you could fly? 
Just one more question: 
DO YOU EVER CRY? 


Details | Narrative | |

The Great White Shield

Held prisoner under His Stars, 
I have fallen under the shadows of THE “Great White Shield”.
At a distance, those shimmering lights covered over me.
Built on THE highest plains, I stand parallel even when His rains come down.
My wall stands tall as my fate is promised and sealed.
I see my passage through time as I hold sturdy to my only God given ground.
I am all that I know I can ever be.
Confined by a little world where all that there is has been lost or found,
My bleeding wall holds my “ ALMIGHTY’S Great Armored White Shield“.
Balanced with time even when His rains are pouring down!
It stands to serve and to protect the best of the living me.
Layer by layer it builds with the strength it has lost or found.
For, I am all that is genuinely real.
Conditioned by my endurance, His Stars my eyes still can see.
Ruling the way that I move, His existence is wrapped tightly and I abound.
Parallel on His plains, a sturdy wall I did gradually help Him build.
My wall protects the only person inside of me.
I secure my only ground as I hold onto His “Great White Shield”.
I am all that I have ever truly found.
When the rains pour down on me, 
I stand atop of all His battled ground.
When I am all with my realest deal,
I am all that can or will be found.
When I am all that I know I can ever be,
I carry a strength that alone I can build.
I am the carrier of my Almighty’s Great White Shield”.


®Registered: 1998  Ann Rich


Details | Free verse | |

Eleven Twenty-Thirty Six


sighs invade my fingertips,
scratching whorls and loops--

and all that comes to mind 
is the littleness of my heart.

of how it cannot take 
this, that, much, of regret-grief-silence

this realization, 
(the smallness of my heart)
makes me sad, but somewhat also falls into place

of how I have become numb, dumb, bumbling

I never seem to do enough for others,
yet do so much for some

Those that I don't do enough for, seems to have needed them (as well I)
Those that I do much for, flick me off like a speck of lint,
.... and they don't need me after all :'(

either way, I still lose them

so this comes to mind, thus the roots of my num(b)itty-ness:

be silent, my miniscule heart
I don't think you have enough room in your chambers

to    s h a t  t e r   anymore










15th November 2014 


Details | Free verse | |

On Love

I think I've lost my mind
Looking so hard for answers
But love is all I find
Breaking hearts left and right
Without a moment's hesitation
Always ready to start a fight
Feeling hostile for no reason
Hating love and loving hate
Growing colder every season
Pushing those that I love
Taking for granted even
The greatest gift from above
Have I really lost my mind?
As life moves on and on
Have I been left behind?
Chaos gave me peace at last
And danger brought me comfort
Everything is happening so fast
Flash before my eyes 
Answers to all my questions
Love brings only tears and lies


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

money: the root of all evil

chaos, confusion and total hypocrisy
what in the hell is wrong with today's society?
people seem to have lost their morals, their minds and their common sense
they've put themselves under tremendous pressure just chasing the dollars and cents
money the root of evil, the devil's favorite tool
to control the minds of men and make them act like such fools
they'll steal, they'll lie, they'll kill and betray
anyone and anything that stands in their way
not many are able to look around and see the coming signs
that the Savior will be returning at any given time
the earth is quaking, the seas are shaking and the skies are all ablaze
and when the Son of Man comes back they'll all be so amazed
but it may be too late for many as the devil will have taken control
of those chasing the almighty dollar for they will have lost their souls


Details | Lyric | |

Scarred Hearts

I sit and I think of you, eyes welling with tears
As I flood with thoughts of you I feel remorse

You don't understand, never will
It’s not your scars I see, but your heart,
Your radiant soul and that eternal glow of your flesh

I cry not over you but for you, for the loss
You lost your belief in yourself so long ago

You believe that you are a scarred entity 
This isn't true, you are beauty incarnate
It’s not your flesh but your mind and heart

I see those wounds of yours, though
They're always present in your mind

You can’t understand my gaze
My belief in your beauty and grace
You never will allow me to love you

I watch, I wait and I am glad I see your happiness
I know I have now lost my chance to be the one,
The one that holds your heart in his hands, 
Protected from all pain and anguish

But I take heart, you are in my life once more
In my words and in my thoughts... Happy once again.
I hope and I pray never to lose you again
To have lost you from my life would be a crime

I hope you never read this, 
or if you do that you cannot believe it’s you I write about
I believe this would hurt you more to read

One day, maybe you will let me hold you again…


Details | Lyric | |

In My Shoes

Put yourself in my shoes and see what I see
It’s not easy being me

At age 3, a defining me
Discovering I’m black, unlike my creator
5 and 6 a quick manipulator 
Close your eyes and try to imagine
The aggany
The hatred put before me
Hatred so deep, who needs a enemy
In My Shoes, take a look
Come walk the road I took
Age 9 – 10 is where it all began
I wonder if that was in the master’s plan
To be picked on by others older than you
Criticized by the ones you looked up to
Put yourself in my shoes and see what I see
It’s not easy being me

11 – 12 I’d become me
No changing that, the damage was permanently
Being smarter, but trying to fit in
Hurting myself, my future, playing pretend
14 – 15 now I’m grown
And I’d like to be left alone
So much has happened, most I don’t understand
Respect who and what I am, a Man
16 – 19 lost as a fool with his clothes on backwards
Just headed in the wrong direction
Having had the hardest of time
Fretful of anyone crossing that line
Put yourself in my shoes and see what I see
It’s not easy being me

20-23 I’ve gained love
I’ve lost love, but it’s still plain ole jus me
Nothing has changed very much, but I’ve grown emotionally
Step into this 9 ½ piece of rubber plastic	
I put around my toes, and see
In my shoes, it’s never easy being me
So talk what you know, and testify what you see
It has nor will it ever be, easy being me!


Details | Lyric | |

My Choice

My world's falling apart
But I can't stop it
If it doesn't get better,
I might throw a fit.
I've lost my heart, 
And I'm losing my voice
But the funny thing is,
This was my choice.
I chose to be me
This evil person inside
And it's only getting worse
And I'm no longer mine.
I've changed so much
And I can't take it back
It's no use
This is the last.
I've lost my heart
And I'm losing my voice
But the funny thing is,
This was my choice.


















Details | Ballad | |

MESSAGE LOST

This internal conflict 
I cannot fight 
This is not black and white 
This unreasoned spite 

I cannot get through 
I have tried 
This message lost too, 
lost in the deep wide 

Two forces collide, 
the pieces scattered 
far and wide 
Years to track down what mattered 

This restless angry sea 
throws its might at me 
Waves of emotion 
Seething ocean 

What can I repair? 
This loss of tranquillity 
It is so unfair! 
Am I losing my sensibility? 

Is this damage done? 
Have I lost a son? 
Has the restless angry sea won? 

The lost message, 
floating on angry restless sea 
It must be me 
The things I might have done, 
to make me think 
Before I sink 
Before my son 

I cannot get through 
He wont let me too 
Rising sea, 
beating its waves on me 

This storm must stop 
I am ready to drop 
Seething sea, 
throwing its'self at me 
Waves of emotion 
Restless ocean 

This conflict, I cannot fight, 
peace is a right 
This restless angry sea, 
upon storm tossed message 
that is me 


Details | Lyric | |

Brunette Silhouette Cigarette

Small shaped puddle holes, Come tumbling over my feet.
Walking...scraping my hand, bleeding sweat.
Sun glowing darkness over brunette hair.

The vain made burning desires, tapping over keyboard notes.
This pain isn't the same, It is gone to cut a perpetual imagery.
Feeling that comforting embrace around five arms.

Stars stick to my eyes, making it hard to see thin blisters of pain.
While bleeding the love, Perhaps I had,
As the asphalt absorbs the love I lost that February.
I'm scared of daily sunrise, of what it might bring:
A lost memory, an outlines silhouette, a dark havoc,a song that fell out of my 
palms,
a sweet stare, a cold tear, a gasp for breath, a drop of blood...all compressed in 
an old-fashioned cigarette.This coffin will rule everything.

A sheer white dove hits the wall,
And the nearby twigs picked up a heart beat.
The electrical cords used as everyday materials:
Shoelaces and artificial belts, for over sized pants bough at a bargain store.

This song makes my heart stop for eternity.
It was short, but now it's late...It dried so quickly!
It belongs in the colorful recycle bins, we find in front of our homes.
Recycled for souls who need, dried, worn out, lonely broken hearts.

The restroom has suffered many maltreats.
It has seen many, images he wishes he never saw.
Maltreat, he calls it.
Maltreat in his walls.

Coming from sour dreams, from your room.
Scratches in the thoughts, in my chest.
On brunette head, you have seen many splatters you might regret.
You count the picture they drew of many tears, you might of wasted.
On those early months of a new depressing year.
Some few wilted roses you might see in my covered eyes,
With brunette hair...Silhouette feelings, and cigarette apparel.


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A Love Lost

The love lost was in a home
The love lost had worn its course and left on its own
It was unhappy
Because the love wasn't there the way it was planned to be

The lost love was broken down bit by bit
Day by day
Minute by minute
And fate by fate

It was tired of not being used
They made it feel neglected and abused
In this house, love was nowhere to be found
It was suppose to speak clear and loud, but it couldn't make a sound

The love lost wasn't felt in the hearts of the home
Instead, it was left outside in the cold to love alone
To dream of a home looking for love to fill the space between the walls
But until then, he has to wait until a home calls


Details | I do not know? | |

If you could...I would

As if you could...and I would...
Crossing out whats left  behind...
The weights the measures...timeless treasures...
Closet spaces...filled with makes and shapes...
What can you take...if you could...I would...
Old and dusty...crusty...and musty...
Have you lost your time...and mine...
Cross the line...you and I...
For what wieghs...for all this time...
No room to bare...filled and shared...
More to come...wait and see...
As if you could...and I would...
Crossing out whats left behind...
the weights the measures...timeless treasures...
Closet spaces...filled with makes and shapes...
What can you take...if you could...I would...
Old and dusty...crusty....and musty...
Have you lost your time...and mine...
Cross the line...you and I...
For what weighs...for all this time...
No room to bare...filled and shared...
More to come...wait and see...

 


Details | Free verse | |

Dying inside change

Our dying adolescence  
looking for answers
To revive our souls into adulthood

When the days transform into years
small ripples change into whirlpools
To resolve our inconsistencies

Yet some can't merge the two reality's
our childhood with our adulthood
and become lost in life

They become lost to spiritual treasures
settling for silence than absolution
That would keep their world turning

Learning from inadequacy 
from others instead of from within
Dictated by everyone's cascading decisions


Details | I do not know? | |

what is my anonymous

it's the ache on the inside of my soul
a deep dark hole
that never gets filled
seeking someone to soothe the pain
erase the shame
unable to control my need
for riding fast in the fast car lane

a brain clouded from last night's drink
unable to think about
"where do i go from here"
to erase the loneliness
looking for success
in a crowded bar
faces blending
never bending
to the cha ching of the slot machine
when the smoke from the pipe
is not all it's cracked up to be
when the needle hanging from my arm
has lost its charm
sound the alarm
is that sirens i hear
taking me somewhere near
to sew up this hole that eats away
at the bottomless pit of my soul
a mouth to full to except
another spoonful of food
never hitting the empty spot
housed within
stop
did i eat yesterday
ate too much
threw it up anyway

stranger in my bed
no one said
life would be easy
on easy street
peeking from bruised eyes
trying to disguise the shame
of last night's drunken tirade
wondering "who am i"
believing that i deserve this black eye
this empty hole
burning on the inside of my soul
uncontrollable waves of an angry sea
a never-ending rage tormenting me

you turn your head
pretend that you don't see
these battles i fight 
helplessly

rape 
by whose definition
incest
a passing fantasy
molested
by a society who told me
that i was no good 
since the beginning of time
when light is right
dark is the black night
lurking with evil shadows
life
has lost all sense of reason
reasons make no sense
cover my head
under the bed
searching for the gun
in the locked shoe box
the pills on the shelf
i tell myself
hanging from the window ledge
screaming
where is
what is
my anonymous 


Details | Quatrain | |

RECLAIM YOUR LOST HOPE

Looking at the present state of things,
nothing is ever going to change,
and with a stubborness so definitive.
some people would rather suffer than challenge...



Reclaim your lost hope, that one which held you back,
making your accursed life as fiery as tempest; 
what tears did was drownimg you in their sorrow,
all your days were spent alone, not daring to trust in love...


 
Lives are cut off as timber is severed by eletric saws,
when it falls to the ground, only a thud is heard;
then they will loaded on trucks and the forest will moan their loss,
so is our saddened heart when it's emptied of all good things we loved...



Reclaim your lost hope, what once was rightfully yours,
see the big pitcure with new eyes and a more perceptive mind,
for too long you have been confined to loneliness;
now, open up your windows to the shining sun and proclaim your freedom...



Trashed acquintances may be regretted, but others you will find,
and fearlessly confront your obstacles and make them null;
reembrace the fervent faith that made you the strongest soul,
and as you go on living, remember not what made your teeth grind...     


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

The Little Things

"It's all about the little things in life."
I say with little reserve.
If they only knew
The little thinsg in life are full moons and first kisses, 
good conversations and hot tea,
the warm breeze that blows through thin jeans on an icy day,
old photographs you thought were lost
and rain and blankets just out of the dryer
and long hikes and sunflowers...
And me
I am a little thing in life.
and things are just objects
They are broken by careless children.
and lost in the mail
and forgotten by past lovers
and left on shelves to collect dust
What do i matter?
I'm just a thing.
But i am a wild thing.
I belong to noone...
just myself
No one will ever have the opportunity to break me.
When i get lost i know where to find me.
and a wild thing hardly holds still enough to collect dust.
There's just me.
and how little i eat,
how little i rest,
how little i'm worth,
how little people know,
and how little i am.
After all..
"It is all about the little things in life."


Details | Free verse | |

Holes

watching silently as the ground is disturbed, unearthed 
the simple act of digging a hole captives my attention
shovelling multitudes of mixed emotions upon my heart
reaching fingers to let the sands flow slowly through them 
life blood seeping, fertilizing soil, and yet draining emotion 
innocence disappears from within me, soul lost and confused  

strange a farmer digs a hole, raising such usefulness from within, 
to feed and nurture, life wondrously cultivated 
a young child digs a hole and places seeds of both real and imaginary, 
from the real flourish flowers of such incredible beauty 
the imaginary grow into dreams of color, rainbows of the future, 
where all is possible and the thrill is in the mystery, yet unblossomed 

others dig holes to build, the foundations of houses, 
a future of the everyday, of need and want, 
places where dreams are housed in security, waiting
then there are the holes that are dug for treasure, 
to seek and search, to yearn for treasures to enrich our lives, 
to provide more than we have or really need 
holes dug to find clues from the past, to enlighten us, 
illuminating the future
holes, simple mounds of earth, yet the reasons are as big as mountains

holes in ones mind are opened, to allow possibilities, 
yet to escape reality
the duality of a hole, to allow truth and yet to escape from it 
when need arises
the heart has many holes, wounds left flayed wide open from lost love, 
holes from inferiority, abuse, and the constant pounding of thoughts 
callous and calculating, cold and unfeeling, the heart is one large hole,
filled to capacity with the emotions of our lives, 

I stand now beside this freshly dug hole of blackened earth, 
where no life now protrudes 
where all future is lost, aspirations gone, no hope of the new, 
the rich or the beautiful 
as the ebony casket is lowered into this hole, 
all that remains is finality 
loss, surrendered lifeless into the earth and I wonder why, 
there is no escape 
bringer of life and yet taker of the ended, life and future returned 
mystery unveiled, unravelled, mystery no more, 
now just a hole in the ground once again 




Details | Alliteration | |

Zion (Part two)

 
I am still in Zion for you are the one I long to please, let this world, this town try 
and break me and attempt to bring me to my knees, for it cannot and shall not 
ever even come close to defeating this-what we have, what God gave to us what 
we have bled for and how we came so close, so close to perfection and to 
everything I have never known, you have loved me and you have finally shown, 
you have shown me what it is to desire a true but forbidden fire and the rest of my 
years here on this earth and the rest of my tears and fears I long to share with 
you and the temple I have raised in your name while I praise God that you came 
and shattered all the false dreams and hopes and for this reality I cope and try to 
deal with all of the farce that I must deal with and my sanity is now a blissful part 
of life for I have lost that pain and lost that strife that has plagued me I shall obey 
thee and strive to please you in the way only a King could please his Queen by 
offering her the world and all the jewels within it. Thank you for this


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Paradox

Wordless stories recount every stacked up sight
Had to die just to find where they go tonight
Tumbling down just to bring every wrong to right
And when my feelings dry I will recall the light

Questions have added new flights of stairs
All my answers will run, circling way up there
I still can’t believe that nobody cares
I don’t think I can climb when there’s no love to share

Falling to sleep in the arms of pain
Darkness shelters my thoughts as I go insane
Seeping into my heart and inside my brain
The stairs melt away as I forget my name

Faces become desperate masks of death
Either kill or become or forget myself
There is no way to tell why I hold my breath
As self-hate intertwines with the love I felt

Out in the breeze where I lost her eyes
I crawl to a place where I pray I’ll die
But under the nothing I see inside
I remember the questions that I hoped I’d find

How did I climb when I lost my sight?
If I had died how could I love the night?
How can dead faces remind me of what’s right?
And when I give in why do I find the light?


Details | Carpe Diem | |

The Happy Hour

have you ever heard of the happy hour where people mingle, eat and dine
the happy hour when people congregate to relax and from their work unwind
a time to replenish, to refresh and restore one's troubled mind
yet it's only a temporary stop gap in the overall scheme of time
but the happy hour in heaven is eternal and ultimate
a time to reconnect with the Holy Spirit
it's more than a quick fix, it's the time for salvation
heaven's happy hour the place for spiritual libation

Jesus spoke some parables about how to save sinners
finding those whom the Lord God wants to serve His dinner
the daily bread, the good news which is full of godly power
what one needs to celebrate heaven's happy hour

when one sheep strays and you go off to find it and return it to the flock
that's when Father God and the angels in heaven will be rocking around the clock
when a women loses a precious coin and diligently cleans her house until it's retrieved
that's the type of dedication and devotion that God wants us to achieve

do you realize that most sinners are not in church but are out in the world?
and it doesn't make sense to offer salvation to those who already know the word
yet the Scribes and Pharisees accused Jesus Christ of hanging out with sinful men
for they could never understand His true purpose was to give instruction to them
for it's not about the sermons, the rituals not the circumcision
it's knowing that your reason for being is to practice the Great Commission
and when people have lost their way and have a desire to be found
don't be hypocrites like the Pharisees and on them look down
just listen to Jesus' parables and discern the wisdom within
open your ears and eyes to His teachings and preaching
He came to tell us what it is of us the God desires
He came to show us what it is of us the God requires
He came to offer salvation even if it would only be to one lost sheep
He came to give us the good news, a treasure for us to keep

heaven's happy hour a time to celebrate salvation
heaven's happy hour to drink of spiritual libation
remember God gave each of us His express permission
to evangelize the gospel as part of the Great Commission
so don't be condescending if you're already a member of the family
for your purpose as a child of Christ is to increase exponentially










Details | I do not know? | |

This is Paradise

A lost and broken headstone,
a damp and moistened earth,
undisturbed by slumbering phantoms
who's hopes and shattered dreams
sprinkle the world like shards of glass
cutting all whom venture to gather the missing pieces and put them together again.

This my friends, is paradise
the heaven we were promised
is nothing but a grave
the coffin which lies within is a prison
a prison to restrain---
our own embittered lonely thoughts
so that we shall not rise with the mist
and wander the roads in search of lost lives.

Welcome to hell, 
did you see the sign
that said the ressurection
is still under construction?
It appears that God lacks the funds
to house and judge us all.
Besides which he never realized
the only words he would echo are ''Go to Hell.''
Heaven is a gossamer spun web,
a lonely and empty realm.
A puff of wind will blow it away
in a shower of ash and dust,
and we will continue to turn in our graves.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why?

And I'm sitting here, lost amongst my thoughts,
Wondering why I let you get away.
Why I didn't chase after you,
Why I'm still alone here, waiting for you to come running back to me.

I can rememer that day as clear as if it were happening right now.
I told you the truth, and you freaked out.
You took me aside and told me it wasn't going to work out.
And all I remember from then on were the tears streaming down my face.

And I'm sitting here, lost amongst my thoughts,
Wondering why I let you get away.
Why I didn't chase after you,
Why I'm still alone here, waiting for you to come running back to me.

Now she's hurt you, I knew it would happen.
It was all a matter of when and how.
So we're both alone again, sitting by ourselves again.
But I want to know how she could do that to you, and why she would.

And I'm sitting here, lost amongst my thoughts,
Wondering why I let you get away.
Why I didn't chase after you,
Why I'm still alone here, waiting for you to come running back to me.

So we sit by ourselves, in our own little corners.
We wait for the other to come and make amends.
But we both know its not going to happen on its own.
We have to make it happen, make it work.

And I'm sitting here, lost amongst my thoughts,
Wondering why I let you get away.
Why I didn't chase after you,
Why I'm still alone here, waiting for you to come running back to me.

I'll pass you in the halls, just walk right on by,
And I don't know why it had to end this way, why we had to fall apart.
Why you left me for telling the truth, why you flipped out when I needed you.
Why can't you understand my need for a stone wall? Why I needed you?

And I'm sitting here, lost amongst my thoughts,
Wondering why I let you get away.
Why I didn't chase after you,
Why I'm still alone here, waiting for you to come running back to me.

Fine, go on ahead. Walk by me like we never had anything at all.
Pass me by as if I don't exist, don't even say hi to me.
I guess it's just one of those things that will heal with time,
But the day when I'm fully healed is a long ways away.

And I'm sitting here, lost amongst my thoughts,
Wondering why I let you get away.
Why I didn't chase after you,
Why I'm still alone here, waiting for you to come running back to me.


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The Lost and Misunderstood

The lost are the ones who can't find their way.
They often cry because they have no space
And have a hole in their heart that they need to replace.
(The lost only want to be in a better place).

The misunderstood are the ones that noone listens to, it would seem.
Maybe they aren't, or perhaps they are just naive.
They are confused by the garden of life, full of weeds.
(The misunderstood just want to know what they need.)

These certainly are traits that are good,
But maybe if they met, they could
Understand each other. (I think they would).
It depends. Are you the lost, or the misunderstood?


Details | I do not know? | |

I AM!

I am an independent believer
Drenched in self in diver
Searching for that one lost piece of being
That makes me feel as if I were an absolute captor of self-beckoning.

I am incriminating with contradicting means with in myself
Criticizing all that makes me human in hopes of perfecting oneself.
Where is fidelity?
Only that purity can free me and make me curb my inner obsolete stains
Without burdening what pain remains.

I am obscured, with every purge. 
I exist in a shadowed compulsive -byrgan
Waiting to be consumed by fait.
Is it to late?
Can I be liberated from such captivity?
My kindred spirit has no equality.

I am the illusion of extinction bringing obtainment,
Within my reverie of entrapment.
Bring me diversion from my own self-preservation.
Ease my desires through physiological orgasmic encountered
Virginity.
Expectations continue to entice me.

I am lost to no beginning or end.
Feelings desecrate me as I entangle myself in delicate innocence.
I am estranged to residing in defense to penance.
I yell forgiveness as I enter heavens decor of a gate.
Save this devoid shell before it’s to late.


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I Wish I Had a Happy Story to Tell

I wish I had a happy story to tell
I wish it were the color of orange blossoms
I wish my body were not my jail
I wish…I wish I had a happy story to tell

I love him
So I let him grab my wrist 
As he led me away
I love him I told myself again
I was struggling to keep up as he
Was dragging me to my feet
You see I had let myself fall
I must have lost my balance
When he slammed me against the wall
I love him
I wanted to believe
But my tears kept me from seeing
His weight kept me from breathing
And his hand kept me from screaming
So I yelled instead in my head
That I loved him
My body pressed against the bed
I love him
How ironic I had worn
A pretty white dress
For a pretty white mess
I had not imagined that this would be my end
But I love him I told myself again
And as his knee bruised my inner thigh
My voice was lost within a cry
He’d forgotten to undo his belt
So I took the opportunity to yell
And for a moment I could not see
As if a hot cup of water had been poured over me
I began to drown in it
But then I found in it
Not the water he chose
But instead a broken nose
I love him, now harder to believe
Please don’t 
I mouthed a silly symphony
Please don’t 
Was my silent soliloquy 
Please don’t 
And then it was as if the world were in slow motion
I saw every emotion
Run through his face
As he pushed me away
Could it be that he was setting me free
Unused just as before
I lay crumpled on the floor
And saw his iron boots heading to me
He stood there – the embodiment of all my fears
Careful to avoid my puddle of blood and tears
He said nothing but stood over me
And with one swift kick
He destroyed everything that was left of me
Then he walked out the door
Down the hall
And far away
Leaving behind in his wake
A girl so useless
Not even a proper victim for a rape
But that girl is gone now
She has been replaced
By another with a stronger face
A louder growl
And quite a bite
One who will always put up a fight
Until she finds that you are worthy
Until you are witness to her glory
Then and only then 
Will she tell you this story





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A Dark Journey Home (Free Verse)

My Journeying 
Has found me in places 
Of fear and desolation...
However, as a warrior I can show no fear.

I find myself continually 
Opening hearts of blackness
The reflections
Looking from within its storm
Tears descending from this place of madness
Are inexplicable…

Yet, my message is one of a political nature
Whispered in depth…
Like black diamonds~
Amidst polished glass…

Step after illustrious step,
Searching after a memory…
Finding an asylum from bloodied blackness
Amongst the lost rising along a wall 
Of granite shaped crosses…

The heart weeps
A reservoir of tears…
Looking from within my own reflections, 
Cast upon the lost seas of hope
As a wanting desire
To journey home encompasses my soul…

An illustrious flag is now flowing half-mast
My gear has been found…
By admission, this is my homecoming,
Step by step through the dale 
No more to hear hearts wail…

Now ascending to the heights of the blue heavens
My name is Richard Van de Buise
I am amongst many countrymen and women
That’s spirits have made it home…
I hope that we shall have some peace now…


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But What?

I'm a pause in the mid-afternoon hustle
a playing card lost when dropped under the table
(the would be winning card for your hand last night)
I'm the moment you lose when you reach to hindsight.
Funny, these people and places with interim spaces
which catch me at just the right light-
Today I am wondering if I'd still exist
if you caught my expression in the midst of a fight.

I'm a rock that's gone missing from every hard place
the stone from our first wedding ring -
(that made it's way straight down some mall restroom sink)
I'm the lost and the found, on the verge of the brink
Funny, these baubles and bubbles of virgin emotions
which haunt us and snap us back into the air
Today I am wondering if I'd still be there
if you ripped up that sink to it's raw plumbing state.

Perhaps, an anomaly shouldn't compare -

Just a blurb in a headline gone smeared into grey
A powerful voice which has nothing to say-
I'm something...
(but what?)
(when I put it that way)
Perhaps it's a matter best left for an epitaph
a cyclone of thinking for some other day...


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Dandelions and Memories

Dandelions and memories
Lift in a drift, lost in the breeze.
Like fire ash when stiff winds blow,
Friendships fall outside the glow.

Squint to see what’s lit dimly,
A shooting star no one can see.
Feelings fade and pictures pass,
Lies and fights, games and laughs.

Childhood friends like worker bees
Weather common enemies.
Soon they’ll leave to find a queen,
And on the journey some will sting.

At anger’s cost lost everything.
Survivor bees don’t stop to sing,
Too busy buzzing, chasing dreams.
Thoughts erased like tape machines.

Dandelions and memories
Lift in a drift, lost in the breeze.
Like fire ash when stiff winds blow,
Friendships fall outside the glow.


Details | Free verse | |

unmarked snow

it is a relationship based on trust / based on I Must Have You
_____ Now / somehow / anyhow / need that blend of painguilt &
pleasure / by any measure, have to achieve the ____ maximum / (the
step before finito) //
      //where was it that i lost / you, / self? when did
      i agree to live like this? / i missed out on something /
      crucial / & i fear i've lost my chance to be / 
                                                     ok.
monsters / rest/ in the dark _____ i miss that / that bold
presence tensing my muscles / poising my mind for
every / little / thing that ever was / seconds registered &
remembered with the respect given to / years / a moment is
all it takes to ________ take you away. //
      //hygiene _____ seenfeltknown inside & out / suffering /
      pretending so hard that it's worth / it. the universe is
      in a fit / thrashing about the cage of man-made
      rage / release sought in the singular death of / a
      faith, one by one / every following murder is easier /
      than the _____ previous.
teach me the true meaning / of / now _____ show me how
to forget all the standards i've let myself / pick up / leave
my body of anything below the Best & with the rest _____
_____ destroy. / ignorance is a virtue, allow me to stay
blind while you pursue / the occupation & i can blame
it on not / knowing / any _______ better //
      don't ask me / why, / i'd defend it to the death / 
      it was worth the try ________ .
lean back ____ clear / your / mind / see how long it takes
you till you can't find / yourself / ____ after a while the
awareness gets put / back on the shelf due to / lack of
use. the constant impending abuse is a bafflement, hanging
between every / slip / of ________ for it remains the /
unexplained.
                                        / i'm walking straight into hell
                      too fukced up to tell
exactly why it was i fell. /


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Crazy But It's True

I walked into the wasteland with no shoes upon my feet
And I vowed to reinvent myself for everyone I'd meet
I left behind Madonna with her fingers on the phone
As I wandered in the wilderness just hoping to atone
With my long lost companions by my side
My bad sense of humor and my last bit of pride

Well I met a bitter angel with a melancholy look
And I asked her to remember me in the pages of her book
She laughed and turned away just when I thought she might oblige
But she left me with her memories and a little slice of pie
Abused but unaffected, I'm reborn
To turn my back on Providence and my collar to the storm

I pulled my one-way ticket out
The one that you knew all about
And cashed it with just a passing glance
I waited for another sign
Some other way to pass the time
But only wasted one more second chance

I took the road less traveled with the whirlwind at my back
And the taste of misadventure covered all my crooked tracks
I met a dozen strangers with their backs against the wall
And their ears against the sidewalk just in case someone should call
Waiting for the headlights and the sound
Of the drawbridge getting higher and the kingdom coming down

So I looked in that direction when I thought no one would know
But I found myself in winter with my face beneath the snow
When I reached up for the surface I felt something start to give
And I grabbed the smoking embers of the way we used to live
With nothing between me and going home
And nothing left to do except to roll away the stone

It's crazy but it's true.

I stepped out of the darkness to find everybody home
And I waited for rebellion that I knew would never come
I felt the many traces of the road I left behind
So many different faces that I knew had once been mine
But every one was someone that they knew
The bitter and the righteous and the one I save for you

And so I stand before you now
A little lost, I don't know how
But all this madness is not lost on you
So you just smile and take me in
And pay the wages of my sin
And turn the page just like you always do

It's crazy but it's true.


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Climbing Awareness

Pollution corrupting sense
The sense of self I’d recommend
In this place I can’t be saved
Save me now, I’ve lost my faith

I’d bare it all to help mankind
But what I’ve seen would make you hide
In this world I can’t let go
With so much truth to stir my soul

Ignorance corrupting me
Me that’s not who I should be
Become more to sing aloud
Allow myself to walk through clouds

Flick through life if you think you must
The static screams for you to rush
Below pyramids of wealth
Forget the height of truer self

All this world corrupting love
Love that can’t begin to trust
In this place nobody’s heard
But I must speak even though I’m scared

Symbols lost between the lines
You say you see but prove you’re blind
Question what can make it so
I will not stop until we know


Details | I do not know? | |

My soul friend

Moments. I see pictures.
I can see the real you. 
a brief recognition
how does my spirit know you? 

It feels so loud inside.
my heart cries out a song
I just want it to pass
your image is too strong.

I don't know what it means
I just know it's real.
So where do I put it? 
I want to know how you feel

Each day spent without you
is spent in the 7th circle of hell
I'm standing robeless. Exposed.
and I'm so afraid to tell.

I've lost it all. It's nothing.
Our kinship has been broken.
The world has lost it's color.
And I just wanted you to open.


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Past Tense

There's never a quiet moment in this orphanage of lost thoughts.
Every night I meander into group therapy alone.
I wonder which lost soul I'll save tonight,
And by the way, who am I?

AM/FM contraband,
Broadcast to the city of the already damned.
Broken bottles shipwrecked again,
Driftwood diaries left to repent.

I never knew what I thought you knew.
Barren, vast, and devoid,
Careful in my reckless endangerment.
Rose colored gas mask of years of "sucking it up."
Prepared for nothing much,
But hoping for the impossible.

What do I do now?
When Once Upon A Time begat The End.


Details | Free verse | |

Cupid's empty psychic promise

Cupid don't come around me

He's lost his arrows
and he's late for his appointment
should have been here
years ago

His wings are tainted
clipped and broken
and when he sees me
he leaves me hoping
but he finds somewhere else to play

Another empty psychic promise
made today
another lonely day to parade around
another heartache soft and sound

Cupid don't come around me no more

He's lost his direction
and is flying circles above my head
shooting arrows, finding random marks
Everybode ELSE is in love
Everybody ELSE taste the salt of a kiss
all i have is the bitterness of the solitude
of the stale air of bitterness

Cupid don't come around me no more

He's drunk on love
and his memories a blur
can't remember who he's stuck
and whose got what temper
he's got a blindfold over his eyes
shoots his poison of love
at a heartfelt nation of passion
who is soo shallow
and everyone falls head over feet
and that's the reaction
but for some reason
no one ever falls for me

Just the stale air of the loneliness
of this bitter solitude

Cupid i think you forgot me

You're soo rude


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Be My Valentine

Be my Valentine 

Be my Valentine 
   
  
  Be my Valentine 
To Erline May She rest in peace. 

Be my Valentine 
I lost at life 
I lost at love 
I have no one 
to call mine 
Please someone 
Call my TOMB 

Charles Robert Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice 

Charles Hice 
  


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My Heart Bleeds

The effort and time
Just to lose my mind
So blind that I cannot see
That all I am is loves’ lost tragedy
Time has not been on my side 
Makes me want to turn, run and hide
From all the tragedy my life has seen 
Makes my heart bleed 
From the hurt that feeds
Lead me to a new direction
Erase the old, make corrections

Living in tragedy 
What has this life made of me? 
Hard and cold, cold as stone 
Here I sit again alone 
Taking the pain and putting it away 
To shout it out some other day 
Love’s lost tragedy 
Made me see 
My heart bleeds 

So good together in each others company 
What led you to cheat on me? 
We were first-rate from the first date 
I thought you were my true mate
Now it’s ended 
My heart needs mended 
Blended, with sorrow and confusing lines 
Oh God show me a way to go, just a sign 

Living in tragedy 
What has this life made of me? 
Hard and cold, cold as stone 
Here I sit again alone 
Taking the pain and putting it away 
To shout it out some other day 
Love lost tragedy 
Made me see 
My heart bleeds 

The hurt might go away 
On my knees all I can do is look up and pray 
And say, that this won’t happen again today
Scorned, heart too torn, to be reborn 
Love again, not convinced 
I haven’t found love since

Living in tragedy 
What has this life made of me? 
Hard and cold, cold as stone 
Here I sit again alone 
Taking the pain and putting it away 
To shout it out some other day 
Love lost tragedy 
Made me see 
My heart bleeds 


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Blue


The Color Blue 

Blue has gotten a bad reputation a bad rap disorientation 
Blue is associated with desire and sadness wired to lost and missing love 
Shades of blue fill every heart and every love song 
Blue is usually associated with lust if man is doing porn such as blue movie 
lewd 
Blue is the color of melancholy baby good 
Blue is the ignorance area of life the lost things we find the love that we once had 
Shades of blue rule the heart of every man 
Blue can be the color of my eye not brown then brown returned to eye again 
The Color Blue can be the heart can be the friend can be the end can be the 
man. 
 
           
 
 
 The Color Blue 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Held Together by Hate

Always debating the end of the world
It seems that it’s so clear to me
We’re falling, dividing we do what is heard
Somehow I fought and broke free
But now I see I’m just the same
And now I feel my blame

Denying the battle that’s inside
Breaking it open with my lies
Hating and judging
Hating judging
I’ve lost my mind
There’s always suicide

Looking at something will cure my scars
The battle is further from home
We’re fighting, existing to claim what’s not ours
My time seems best spent alone
But now I see I’m just the same
And now I feel my blame

Denying the battle that’s inside
Breaking it open with my lies
Hating and judging
Hating judging
I’ve lost my mind
There’s always suicide

I’m fading from the life I’ve made
I’m cuddling up to all my fear
I’m falling from my dreamy state
I’m waking into what’s really here
This world is losing to our hate
If we’re real lets shed a tear


Denying the battle that’s inside
Breaking it open with my lies
Hating and judging
Hating judging
I’ve lost my mind
There’s always suicide

Denying the battle that’s inside
Just break it open with your eyes
Using and losing
Using losing
You’ve lost your mind
There’s always suicide


Details | Free verse | |

Focused

See these snapshots
Like flash, focused, record
Men stand under the shade
Collect daily pay
The illegal way
When...beer bottles are being tipped over
Transactions are being sold
Near school yards
With weed smoke
So gone...
Trapped like a lost child
Who has a home
But refuses to stay young
And act grown
Just a baby and all alone
Stuck inside the hype game
Of videos gleaming sexual innuendo
Tresspassing into soulds
Still confused...
A thought interferes
I don't care what they say
What's to speak of happiness
Like butterfly kisses and nice wishes??
Smiles and sweetness
Not on this list
I speak realness
Thru shattered tales
Thru...
Failed mentalities of combating thru our own journies
That I see as everyday life 20 times magnified
I got the suburban population
Listening to what I'm saying
There ain't no comical gestures
We are at war with our selves!!
I lost a part of myself
Surrounding myself to educate those
How not to be myself
Now you tell me
Who's next for me to address???


Details | Lyric | |

A Forgiven Life

Running through the mystery of where I should begin
Standing down and rising up, I never miss a thing
Running through the memory of where to be alone
The only thing I really need has died where I have grown

Coherent little rhythms that take up all my time
Making up for what I lost and straightening the lines
Coherent little gatherings of everything I am
The truth is that there are no words, the lines are made of sand

Oceans of ascended lies and reasons to despair
Far away but far too close, I’ve nothing pure to share
Oceans of forgotten pains that drown us all in blood
Threatening our ignorance and draining all our good

Impossible to let it go when everything has died
So now I seek to understand the rebirth of what’s inside
Impossible to see this thing when all I see is hate
So now I isolate myself and hope it’s not too late

Meditating on the world and where I should return
There’s life inside the birth of hope where everything was burned
Meditating on what comes and learning to forgive
I’ll no longer regret the things I lost but I’ll never forget to live


Details | Light Poetry | |

Marbles Lost

I've lost my marbles.
I wonder where they went.
I've lost my marbles.
running on a hellbent.

I've lost my marbles.
Oh, where could they be.
I've lost my marbles,
rolling away from me.

I've lost my marbles.
Where did they go?
I've lost my marbles.
Not a one to show.


Details | Lyric | |

The Rose

A seed fell out from the tomb
The flowers died, the seed should die too
But rising sun outlasts the night
As raindrops spill, as the seed learns to fight

A playful leaf, silhouette in the sky
The rose now born decides that it likes
But how to reach when trapped in this form?
And now the rose is lost in a storm

The sunlight draws the rose from its bed
The rose just stares, too lost in what’s said
More rain will come, more dark will rise
More light will come, then more rain to despise

Nothing now but whispers and time
The gentle wind, the lonely inside
The rose just waits to feel it belongs
As gentle winds begin with their songs

Complacent air, atonement for us
The rose has grown, the leaves it can touch
Now patient hope has finally come
And past the dead the rose feels the sun


Details | Ballad | |

THE CONSCRIPTED SON

The conscripted son 
in his hand....... 
the unwanted gun 

Some were willing....... 
Some didn't want the killing 
Wasted years 
So many tears 
They answered the call 
So many to fall............ 

The means to an end 
More boys to send...... 
They cannot see why 
They are sent to die 

The conscripted son, 
in his hand, 
the unwanted gun 
Blood spilling on the sand 

So many came....... 
So many died.......... 
They knew the country's name......... 
Rhodesia's fame 
Spread far and wide 

But now all is lost........ 
Was it worth the final cost? 
So many to die........... 
They never found out why 

Wounded inside 
Scarred outside 
Battles won 
Wars lost 
Lost son 
The final cost 

The sense of duty 
Misused 
Abused 
No one won 
Everyone lost a son 


Details | I do not know? | |

Time

Time keeps on ticking, I've been here before,

searching my mind like a lost metaphor.

Parallel spots, and in between spaces,

Time can't heal what the soul replaces.

Looking for answers, finding no clues,

Life can't always catch what the heart pursues.

Standing still, but lost in the commotion,

looking for peace, and my fading emotion.

I am only me, I can't be nobody else,

I can't be full of sunshine, till the ice all melts.

Tired of time, and its imposition,

I find myself, but it's always with suspicion.

Closing the door, I open my heart

I want to stand tall, but still I fall apart.

Drowning in puddles, gasping for air,

I think of things that are no longer there.

To play the game is a chance I have gambled,

but my heart is heavy, and my brain is scrambled.

I close my eyes, to quiet the noise,

but thoughts can't heal what time destroys.

So many things, in so many ways,

the clouds reappear, and I'm stuck in the haze.

Life is a circle, going round and round,

you can't run away if your feet don't touch the ground.

Time is a just a battle I choose to apprehend

this is just a moment I hope to comprehend


Details | I do not know? | |

Evil

I dance whilst you scream
Lost my feelings now
Dreamed away somehow
I know how it seems
Though it fades away
Inside my mind it stays

I spoke out of line
To myself I told
I had lost a hold
Now lies were not mine
Hate without a tone
Throw the pain like stones

Sell me something to take my thoughts away
They fuel my will and burn down my world
Give me something that takes away my dreaming
Each day of waking up I live somewhere different

But I signed up to this
The devil fed me fear
Forced me to be in here
I’m part of a list
Other names exist
But I shroud them in mist

Show me something that doesn’t turn and kill me
I know that happiness must balance into hurting
Just teach me something that I can hold on to
Something that I can believe and so I have something to die for

I grew up dying, this cynic lost his reasons
Everything I love will only keep me here longer
I grew up trying, but there’s no more reason to pretend now
How can I be what you want when I want to be nothing?

Poisoned, broken, a god of the elusive
 I see you step around and seek your peace
Alone I’ve spoken, I find you intrusive
I know just what you want, so now I’ll show you the mirror


Details | I do not know? | |

Minds Breath

The days I lost were spent and worthless
For years I tried to feel my purpose
Not what they say, not what I’m told
Not what I see, my fear grows
To know I’m here, to know what comes
To feel my fear as anger drums
It took me down

The dreams I kept were used and endless
I threw away and felt so careless
Not worth my time, not worth my life
Not in my mind, it leaves my sight
So tired of loss, so tired of hate
But with this time there grew my fate
It took me in

The light becomes my eyes
The clearing shows me why
Alone I see the sky
I walk away from lies

Today I see my purpose
A day of vain is worthless
A mind of hate is careless
The moment we die can’t hurt us
The lies we hate, the hate builds fear
This test in faith, the goal is clear
The day we’re free, the day we die
The seconds we breathe can leave our eyes
In fear we seek, in lies we hide
My heart is burnt but I now fly
The more I sigh, the more I smile
The more I cry there’s less denial
So fear it not and let it go
Retrieve some light and feel it grow
Today I feel, today I see
The end will come, by then I’m free
It tests me now
I’m lost somehow


Details | I do not know? | |

Resistance

Righteously bleeding again
She killed me, she made me feel her pain
Alone and forgotten again
They kill me, now darkness knows my name

Crawling in shadow and lies
The whispers grow so loud that I cry
Lost in a puzzle, I sigh
I’m breathing the sickness of those that died

I wake in a bedroom of rust
Bloody, everything smells of mistrust
I stand in a pile of dust
I’m sinking, thinking of nothing but lust

I dance with my sickness again
She killed me, so I’ll do the same
My sight lost translation of blame
The mirrors, fear echoes my name

I riddle deception for you
Too bad I lost myself and the truth
My voice only whispers abuse
But in my silence I realise I must refuse

Resistance is fading with time
I must isolate myself and my mind
Resisting an evil through rhyme
Knowledge, I name the demon inside

Resisted the devil within
I’ve named him, but he can still win
Resisting the world wears me thin
But I’m still here, opening my eyes to begin


Details | I do not know? | |

Rebirth

Fading eyes, no love left they can see
Seeding lies, a loss that brought disease
Never a question, only sleepless words
Never with spirit, there’s nothing to be heard

Forming holes, darkness and a void
No one knows the truth you will avoid
Never a person, only mirrored masks
Never again, your mind will not relax

People gone, lost beyond your reach
One more song, another death to teach
There was never a reason, only fear of death
There was never a truth, there was only your last breath

A place forgot, too painful to recall
Far too lost, the climb is just a fall
Forever becoming the thing that you despise
Never returning unless you realise

Fading lies, the scars now you can see
Seeing eyes you lost within disease
Only one question: why upon this earth?
Only one spirit, it’s felt within rebirth

No more holes, darkness balanced light
People flow within a new found sight
A place remains that love will never leave
Never again will I forget to breathe


Details | I do not know? | |

Have You Lost Your Mind?

Where are my keys, where is my car?
Did you see where I put them?
I can’t seem to remember where they are!

Have you seen my uniform and cover I wear?
Did I hang it in our closet?
If not, I know I have another pair

What did you need again from the grocery store?
I seemed to have lost the list you gave me
Write me another; I don’t know what I’m going for!

How much money am I to deposit into our bank?
I realize you just told me
But my minds drawing a blank

Have you seen my ID’s or my tennis shoes?
I know I just laid them somewhere
And they’re important items I cannot lose

Where is my briefcase which has all my paperwork?
It contains all my counseling statements
I need to find them; I’m on the verge of going berserk

Why can’t you remember what I told you just minutes ago?
Have you lost your mind completely?
The one and only question I need to know

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | I do not know? | |

Dark Mountain

I think I’m going blind again
Blurry mist reaping everything
I think I’ve lost the only way
The sign I passed has led me to betray

My existence waits for nothing
But rusty steel is always forcing something
Like the sword in the chest
Getting deeper as I regress

I think I lost my eyes again
Forcing darkness in the heavy rain
I think I died but I can’t be sure
Did I go blind or did I find the cure?

My patience fades as I realise
The dying heavens and the bleeding skies
Numbing pain and diseased lies
They’ll always try to steal my eyes

I think I saw some truth once again
But darkness makes me think that I pretend
I think I see someone in the mist
The mirrors waiting want me to resist

My death is painted on every wall
I see the rocks at the end of this fall
When I land I know that I’ll just crawl
Close my eyes and then repeat it all


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The Edge

Nothing lost when there’s nothing left to gain
Not when I’ve lost it all before
I keep on climbing just to see where I am
But I just don’t care anymore

I hope someday I will just fall off the edge
Perhaps I’ll feel something new
Gone past the days of jumping into my lies
Gone past the ways I fell for you

There’s nothing special in the path that I chose
When I was really pushed along
Everything good is just a place I like to hide
Everything true is just a dying song

Perhaps someday I will come around
In death or in a dream
Someday I hope I’ll learn to be real
Somewhere beneath the mountain’s stream


Details | Free verse | |

My Soul's Revenge

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The Ocean's fast asleep 
and still my soul is weeping 
spent the night counting dreams 
you make it up to me another way. 
The sky is just too big 
it reminds me of my insignificance, 
how small I am 
this far away from the sun, 
and still my eyes burn. 
Nowhere to run to sort things out 
and I'm lost inside 
It's like the transmission scrambled my thoughts 
so the unholy wars wouldn't begin. 
I'm on my own, 
I'm down on my knees, 
I'm searching for answers 
with this lost hope and broken dreams. 
It's too late, 
I don't want to go on 
all talent has abandoned me 
all gifts of virtue plague this heart. 
And the stars remind me, 
I'm a lone soldier in this faded memory 
of what is once known to be today. 
They say eventually it will come 
and it will come from a deeper place 
They say it will happen just baby steps 
but I always fall flat on my face. 
Can't you see? 
even in my hopelessness 
I'm a ray of sunshine, 
sending my chaotic confused love to you 
can't you see 
in this organized serenity 
you've taken from me 
I'm a momentary hero 
holding you from the light 

The ocean's fast asleep 
and still my soul is weeping 


Details | Lyric | |

Sleepless Road

I think my hope has lost its substance
So much words for nothing real
Just vibrant sounds and laughter
To deter the things I feel

I think my wit has lost its purpose
To contradict what they don’t see
But then again I have my riddles
To plant suggestions of disease

I know my questions don’t hold much reason
When every answer’s just the same
It’s in the eyes of the beholder
It’s in the hands of those that change

Too much watching left me stranded
Too much silence left me dead
But then this always was my purpose
The game of rebelling against my head

I think my love has lost incentive
My heart just wants to sleep
All the searching left it empty
It’s spent too long counting stray sheep

I know that I’ll go crazy
If I attempt to find some peace
And so I’ll slip into the ending
And one more death will bring release