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Introspection Song Poems | Introspection Poems About Song

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Details | Free verse | |

I fell in like with you

Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &
powerful.

“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against

“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”

With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment

Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me

Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
Scars…fading
A cremated sin 

Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face

The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”

Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise

Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away

And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today

It wants to be held for how it shines now

Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end

Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals

And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?

Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter

But, through it all, I will shine

…

How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye

Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?

…

Maybe I’ll never know the truth

Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps
She held onto the past

As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself

To let go…and F
A
L
L

© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous


Details | Free verse | |

I know (Oppression)

One thing that I know all about, without any doubt
        The meaning of “Oppression of The Soul.”
               I once shattered all my dreams, with ill-gotten schemes
                      Along with every single goal
Emptiness is a real dark thing
        As it eats its way through your soul
              I found the bottom of the pit, all I can say of it
                       It truly was a very empty hole
I guess every story has a meaning
         Just as every game has a price
              If you look closely at me, you’ll be able to see
                      A lifetime of pain in my advice
Oppression is a real dark word
        Regardless of how the word is used
                 If you’re in the shadow of it, the bottom the pit
                          You know what it means to be abused
For years I walked in the shadows
      I had nothing but hatred for the Son
                I just couldn’t see, why it had to be
                        All the things in my life that had been done
If you were to look into my eyes
      And read all the stories they have to tell
            All you would be able to see, is pain and misery
                   A shadow that was in a living hell
I know all about oppression
     For it rolls upon the shores of hate
        I once looked in the mirror to see, a ghost living in me
             Just a skeleton walking through his fate
I also know all about redemption
     Behind every shadow there rest some form of light
                   With in the breath of a prayer, I learned how to care
                           Thus changing the course of my plight
Every story has a meaning
        There is a way to right any wrong
                Grasp to the light, and then hold on tight
                          As you search for the meaning of your song
My song once was heavy metal
         I truly loved to bang my head
                 An empty soul, with a bottomless hole
                          A never-ending hunger to be fed
Now my song is a ballad
        A story that is full of hope and love
                I learned how to pray, and give it away
                       Accepting grace from the Lord above
Oppression crosses our paths everyday
        It is everywhere to see
                You know what’s right, learn to stand and fight
                       You will have learned to be all that you can be
 

Written for the "Oppression of the Soul Contest)


Details | Rhyme | |

Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

With Angels Waltz

"I have a dream, a song to sing"
About an earth seen from up in space
Like an Agate marble swirling green
How much longer will that be the case
When the broad picture viewed be defaced

"I have a dream, a song to sing"
About an earth that now has many faults
People here are fighting death to brothers bring
When our leaders to us say what is false
But I believe in angels with them I waltz

"I have a dream, a song to sing"
When I cross that river stream
On my way over I'll turn and see
An earth that has healed been redeemed
As I cross that stream_into my everlasting dream  

Quote from the song "I Have A Dream" by ABBA
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Contest: Occlusion
Form English Quintain
Written by Sara Kendrick
Click on "About This Poem"


Details | Quatrain | |

In My Life

There are places I remember Some I used to call my home Family house behind the curtain Tiny hotel room in Rome There are people that I met Walking down the path of life Meeting some I do regret Many still walk alongside There were moments in my life Many I admit were hard Gone with a blink of an eye Some I cherish in my heart All those moments and those places People that I know and knew They’d lose meaning, color, flavor If in my life there was no YOU. (Based on "In My Life" by The Beatles)


Details | Pantoum | |

This Meditation

I close my eyes and breathe
while a song I never heard
flows through every part of me,
and I center myself in the universe.

While a song I never heard
stirs inside of me
I am at peace
with my time and place.

Stirs inside me,
vibrations and harmonies
with my time and place,
while the song becomes me.

Vibrations and harmonies
greet another day
while the song becomes a part of me,
this meditation of life.



Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Invisible

Tied to a life, encumbered by invisible chains:          
Commitments and responsibility,
Obligations to colleagues and family,                          
Conformity to society’s morality,
And everything else that constrains.

Alone in a crowd,  surrounded by invisible bars.        
Nothing to say—nobody wants to hear.
Already been there, might just as well stop here.    
Had enough of arguments, conflicts, strifes, and wars
And everything else that leaves scars.

Is there a reflection when I look in the glass?                  
Are there footprints when I walk on the grass?
When I pass a light is there a shadow on the wall?       
Does my life leave a trace or am I invisible?

Did I turn left, when I should have taken a right?         
I’m on a road that I don’t want to drive.
Is this all there is, just trying to survive?	                     
 I’m in the dark and feel like I’m buried alive,
And barely remember the light.

Was there a reflection when I looked in the glass?     
Were there footprints where I walked on the grass?
When I passed a light, was there a shadow on the wall?       
Did my life leave a trace or was I invisible?


Details | Pantoum | |

The Twisted Kudzu Vine

Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash
The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone

The yesteryear  clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine

Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine
Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash


Details | ABC | |

Life's Complexity

Look deep within the light my love
My gentle caring sleep
the song of nature drifts along
at times the wind is steep and strong

The heart a hollow empty song
the drain on life complete
but then from out of emptyness 
the song of love grows strong

The energy returning
you dance upon your feet
the cuddles that you're yearning
returned you are complete 

my mind delves into darkness
it fights with dreams and scheemes
it struggles with the truth of life
I need to know whats real

I need to know the truth of life
to know whats really real
we study then the body 
the life of man complete

look to see the beauty 
complexity so sweet
interwoven nature 
our thoughts of glowing flame

We study terminology
we study anthropology
we study then biology
with thoughts that do compete

In truth this sweet compexity 
holds answers over time
who did design the human brain
who did design the mind

The arguments from science
I then do not believe
It simply was by accident
we came to be conceived

the body's so complex my friend
I think they self deceive
I do believe in science
the study of our life

I do believe the bible
that god created life
I do not see your problem
I do not see your strife

It say's that god created man
it does not tell you how
Could evolution be my friend
the tool that god made to make man


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Our Song Unsung

"There is something coming over me"
Love in everything_its amazing
Must be spring has pronounced decree
Great romance aflame blazing 
All the birds, crickets in song praising
Memories surfing corners of my mind
The spring of my life when we were young
The young love that we have left behind
Young love amazing, all reason to wind flung
Oh! For that spring again, our song unsung

Contest: English Quintain A Spring Day
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
February 02, 2012


Details | Lyric | |

Exist in Dreams

A dream that dances in waves, and mirrors all you do
So you dance, and hope that some day the song will come from you
This dream is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
The song is picking up speed, so it’s follow or fail alone

A flame that flickers in sync with the shadows by your side
The rain puts out the light, and causes you to hide
This nightmare is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
But this song still hasn’t stopped, and so you dance alone

You cherish sand on the banks of a path winding through a storm
This desert trail is all that you see; too blinding to look beyond
This path is all that exists, and the only way to go
Holding close the sand as you sing, just so you’re not alone

The sand is part of the storm that makes you close your eyes
But now the wind starts to slow, and the scenery makes you cry
This life is all that exists, and the only way to go
The sand falls through your hands, and you carry on alone

A love that blooms into being beneath the darkest skies
Is a life that will venture out despite the lonely nights
So scared, but so unafraid to find what you need to be
Despite the fear that prevails, and tells you what to see

The flames steady and still, and a shadow kneeling down
The rain cleansing your heart as all your fears drown
The sand creating a path, and shielding you from pain
And now, with the wind at your back, you remember why you came

To dream a light shining out for all the world to see
To be more than you think, and beyond all that will be
To create a desire to be the creators of our dreams
To become the mirror of self, and reflect our unity


Details | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Burning Embers


Burning Embers (A New Song)


Perhaps a song within still shimmers…
like the embers of a long forgotten fire
awaiting new kindling.

The old lyrics forgotten, as the logs that
did burn, that warmed the soul no longer
in harmony with the spirit: 
…stripped of the notes that once crackled
 and sparked when a harsh stirring 
 occurred in the heart
…a cord or two gone up in life’s flames
 sending with it a chorus of pain
 rising in blinding smoke.

Perhaps within the ember’s glow rests
that new song with a refreshing melody… 
hope glowing in the ashes.

By: Debra Squyres
02/04/13


Details | Senryu | |

Lollapalooza Drive-in

carry you a tune                                                                                                            I have to bring my bucket                                                                                            ice but what the Eh 	


Details | I do not know? | |

mix tape

For you
I would
create a mixtape
which I know is an ancient technology but
with me and you it is just that simple.
I race to you like we used to rush into each other's arms in highschool
where our only concern was whether or not we could get the courage to talk to each other without shaking.....

 
This is the playlist that I would prepare for you. 
First and foremost I'd put Hate to see you go by The colour fred
Because it is true as the song has said
Truly if I could I would become a
sculptor...
I would place the unformed chunk of my clayself and spin.
Create myself in the image of your ideal perfection.
I would spin
Faster than the spools could play the songs on re-wind
I want so badly to make an impresion
 and I know that the the tape can only contain up to 35 minutes for you to get the underlying 
message
October Nights, by Yellowcard
will follow soon after
because that exotic night in your car
where the street lights were our blankets
is constantly on replay in my mind
Right before the heavy nod of sleep
I daydream
You are laying beside me, and in this private realm of thought
We travel like archeologists over the naked lay of our connected bodies
and I live through the pleasure that this daydream explodes into my mind like 
parasympathetic nerve ending fireworks
Remember will play softly by Allister
and I'll hold onto the hope that you will forgive me of this time in our lives where I have to 
press pause
for I am broken still
Knaans waving flag will resound from your stereos
For 'tis this soundtrack where my battle cry is derived
I know it is just the beginning but I will push myself past my barriers
Pieces by Sum 41 will be your lullaby
because this is the song that brought back the blue into my gray eyes
Hopefully side one will bring you comfort
because you are everything I am looking for in a guy
I am but a broken winged robin who has got to learn once more to fly.
and lastly Blink 182's I miss you
Because there is not a moment in the day where my mind wanders back to you


Details | I do not know? | |

for Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

cos' we still got the blues for you...


Details | Rhyme | |

sing me a song

Not of love, for love is 
hurting
not of war it won't leave me-
standing
sing me a song that sounds like-
lullaby
that will make me nod to every word;
by and by.

sing me a song not of cultural-
rituals
not to remind me of pain sired by
clan habituals
sing me a song of no pity
not this time
let me hear a voice healed by-
taste of time.

let me hear you sing on to a-
jubilant lyric
full of words of adventure
like an epic
culminated in visualized soothings
and calm
as if swayed by breeze and bend subjectively-
like palm.

Sing me a song that has treaded
across the worlds;
and seen and heard and crammed-
words,
sing that i can sleep with
hope in me..
sing me a song my kids would-
love to be...
part of its world wide members
of the band.
Touch hearts with the song, touch-
as much as sand.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Eleventh Fable

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Eleventh Fable 

Eleventh Fable 

The Millionth Dollar 

Charlaxes Fables 

Some people live in misery afraid to spend a dollar bill is one a friend but he just 
won't let it go. The man walks or rides his bike even in the snow not using public 
transportation anywhere he goes. A Child is young too young to knoe just what 
money's for. She takes the dollar in her hand and keeps it never spending it and 
never letting go. 
Song 1001 
Aern't ewe the one that eye love 
Aern't ewe the love the only love that eye have 
Aern't ewe the one that eye love 
Aern't ewe the reason this man gets up 
Aren't ewe the love that eye have 
Aern't ewe the purple cloud 
Aern't ewe the heart of the rain 
Aren't ewe the name in the sky? 
Aren't you the song 1001? 
Aern't eye the one? 
The millionth dollar has been spent the millionth tear eye cried the millionth time 
eye tried to make a song was this one number one thousand one. Time will wait 
for no one let us rule the time with love. 
 
           
 
 Eleventh Fable 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Disconnection

I'm…
so tired of my heart 
breaking

I'm …
so tired of my hands 
shaking

I'm so tired of my mind
racing

I'm through pacifying 
my disconnection

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Writer's Block

No song is sung
No heartfelf laughter dances 
Prances empty thought in jest
Mocks the aging bard the mocking bird.

Surely some small tune arises
Somewhere in this universe
Surely some broken heart's lament
Is heard behind some hidden door.

But no song arises here
No words of inspiration 
Yet something stirs I know
Some hidden force awakens near


Details | Lyric | |

Ascending Amygdala

The human being…
Who is worthy to bestow this title or its meaning…?
Mortal beginners naming us damned sinners…
Begotten is this son; created in the image, the human being the Holy Grail…
Inquisitions; manipulations cloaking divine knowing with a consuming veil…

My soul sings the truth of your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
I breathe you in from the breeze; touching your essence communing with trees…
I have been alive here before…
Sailing the seas while walking the shores…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…

Advance intuition understanding the power of cognition…
Focused attention paired with reasoning, will and concentration…
Abilities from the divine; creating the human magician…
Thwarted from dogmatic idiocies…
Perception of proper perspective; Cloned are individual and collective frequencies…
Reality manifesting from our visuals and emotion feelings…
Hence the need for spirit based emotional healing…

My soul sings from trusting your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
We have been lied to about god, now is my own divine conceiving…
I breathe you in from gratitude, giving and receiving…
I have been alive here before; making green tea, cleansing soiled floors…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…

I am that I am…
Spirit, light and matter…
Free to be me; using my inner eye to see…
Living from passion love and enthusiasm…
Remaining unattached to the created human cataclysm…

My soul sings from knowing your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
Individualized drops of the divine ocean
I breathe you in from making sacred loves unconditional devotion…
I have been alive here before; walking on water, pray believing…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…


Details | Rhyme | |

Silly Song of life

Sing a Song of Misery
I’ve carried through my life,
not relieved by living with
my children or my wife.
My children cost me money,
and my wife just nags at me.
Hear my song of misery,
when will life set me free?

Sing a Song of Happiness
Oh, such a lovely life,
in sharing precious moments with
my children and my wife.
My children keep my spirit young,
my wife's love feeds my soul.
Listen to the melodies
that fill life's precious bowl.

Sing a Silly Song of Life,
it's you who plays the tune.
It's you who writes the lyrics
and decides the way you croon.
For life's the same for everyone,
it's just the path you choose.
It's you who makes it Rock and Roll
or fills it full of Blues.

The wife, the kids and everyone
you meet along the way
will have to share to some degree,
in how you choose to play.
Are you the music to their ears
or chains around their heart.
It's you who makes the world go round,
how do you play your part?

Ivor G Davies


Details | Elegy | |

Tribute to John Denver

“I am a song that needs to be sung.”
Words by John Denver inscribed in Aspen.
While walking the path alongside the Rio Grande
A circle of stones in memory of John Denver does stand.

Inscribed on the rocks are the words of his songs.
They moved me deeply as I strolled along.
Realizing that I was in Aspen because I did spy
A tribute to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High.

It sparked a desire to experience Aspen for myself.
Now here I am encircled with John Denver’s wealth.
I wasn’t a huge fan, but I did enjoy his songs.
His words stand tall beyond being written in stone.

I moved along the trail into an evergreen forest
Dwarfed by the pines as the river flows toward us.
Emotional connectivity with Aspen’s sheer mountain beauty.
Sitting on a rock in the river my only duty.

Feeling inspired to move again on the trail
An energy spoke to me; no words were entailed.
You are a song that needs to be sung
You are a bell that needs to be rung.

You are the newness of fresh mountain air
You are the energy of spring’s budding stare.
You are the eagle resting in its high nest
Ready to soar through the sky when the time is best.

You are the Rocky Mountain High
Colorado is the place for you to sigh.
Heave out the energy that is stored within
Sing your own song with a loving spin.

In gratitude I salute John Denver’s soul.
In the beauty of the Rockies, he continues his role.
Inspiring people to greater heights through his words.
Thank you, John Denver, for my heartfire heard.




Details | Lyric | |

Babies Silenced

Hello abortion my old friend
I've come to you again__
Because a period not creeping
He left his seeds while I was sleeping
And the baby that was planted in my groin
Still remains
Within my fear of silence

In disturbed dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of the moon lamp
I turn my heart to be cold and damp
When my eyes were struck by a flash of
Small insight
That split  my night
And touched my heart of silence

And in the night light I saw
Ten million babies maybe more
Babies crying with much weeping
People hearing without really caring
People writing names of murdered child never shared
For no one dared
Disturb the cry of silence

"Fools", said I, "Abortion kills
Silenced permanently babies still
Hear my words that I might nurture you
Take my arms that I might hold you
But my words like silent stardust fell
And echoed in the womb of silence

And some people bowed and prayed
To the God of love today
And the song flashed out it warning
In my words that song was forming
And the sign said, "The word of the prophets
Are written on peoples hearts
And that is a place to start
And they're whispered in the silence

(Used /"Sounds of Silence__Paul Simon_Instrumental on YouTube)


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broken string

a pantomime of love
a song that doesn't play
a memory marked in time
a song from yesterday

guitar with a broken string
a chord you couldn't get
no lyrics anyway to
this song that I forget


Details | Didactic | |

What The Thunder Said

Again, the great slow rolling rumble
As the gray shield of the sky shakes above.

     It comes as does some giant, or prowling beast of such kind
     Black, swollen with rain
     Gliding with easy step above the city
     That lies so inconsequential beneath its tread,
     Booming its way towards its private destination
     Utterly unmindful of the tiny beings far below.

With the most careless of shrugs,
It may snuff out their little electric fires
With the humming force of its own,
And nothing they can do can prevent it.

     For this is the way of storms,
     Dying in majesty as they pass over the land;
     Sinking into the earth with their rain,
     There to be pulled back to the sky by the sun
     To be born anew, and resume their endless march to the sea.

It calls to the sea in its own ancient tongue,
In rolling booms, a voice of some huge mad surf
Calling down its name to Forever
From far shores no man may know.

     And so we of the world below go our little ways,
     Flinching now and then as the great song goes rolling on above,
     Failing to realize how the oldest parts of ourselves
     The parts built up from countless lives of plant or animal, cell by cell
     That these parts understand the thunder's tongue
     No longer harkened to by our distracted minds.

I heard the thunder's song once and understood it
Once, when I lay abed not thinking,
As just another animal in its lair, feeling it pass.

Speaking through my bones, it sang:

     "We are not so separate.
      As you are now, so once was I;
      As I am now, so shall you be.
      My rains are in your blood
      Your blood shall join my rains
      And we shall drift together to the sea
      To be reborn into a milliion shifting forms
      Which all shall die and drift and take other shapes again,
      Times beyond counting."

We are kindred, and beneath that we are One;
That One looks upon Itself,
But Its busy Mind misses the reflection on purpose,
Caught up in delight at the dance of the forms it dresses in.
We are all kindred, caught up in the mystery
Of being parts of That which has no parts.

     This being so, it seems well to remember besides,
     That which my blood heard in the sighs of falling rain:

"It is Sacred
He is Sacred
They are Sacred
We are Sacred
You are Sacred
I am Sacred
All are Sacred
All is Sacred."


Details | Romanticism | |

The Close of Chapter 19

Sometimes I just wish I would run out of tears
I’m so tired of crying, so tired of being scared
But I’m not the kind to let go, to give it all away
How can I set things right, if I can’t find mistakes

I take back every word that I’ve said
Every feeling, that I said I felt
Now I don’t care, can’t you see
You’re the one that turned your back on me
You turned your back on me

Stop telling lies your intents aren’t that righteous
You didn’t leave for me for things that you might miss
Your agenda is selfish stop saying you’re selfless
I can’t live through writing another song about this
Every thought that I think (Is about you)
Every word that I speak (Is about you)
Every line that I write (Is about you)         
Why do they have to be about you
Why do they have to BE
Why does this song have to be about you
Why can’t I just… move on without you

Sometimes I just wish I would run out of tears
I’m so tired of crying, so tired of being scared
But I’m not the kind to let go, to give it all away
How can I set things right, if you’re who made the mistakes

You lied to me with all that you said
Every feeling, that you said you felt
Now you don’t care, can’t you see
You’ve made yourself my reason for bleeding
You’re my reason for bleeding

WHY CAN’T I MOVE ON
You’re intents aren’t that righteous
WHY DO I STILL HOLD ON
You’ve never been selfless
WHY CAN’T DRY I MY EYES
You’re something that I miss
AND MOVE ON
And move on

CAN WE JUST MOVE ON


Details | Free verse | |

duet

it begins, an untitled song
a song for a winter's day 
without lyric or refrain
a catchy little tune
that I hum while
the seasons change
winter to spring, spring to
summer, summer to fall
the tempo growing stronger
till once again, winter returns
lyric forming in thought
the song to be sung
a duet


Details | Cowboy | |

The Old Night Herder's Dance

(2nd part continued)

Then late one night before coosie did howl,
I woke up and took me a walk by chance,
Down by the sleepin’ cow herd and ol’ Rowel 
When I heard his soft song and watched his dance.

He was just waltzin’ alone off his mount,
Like some ballroom dancer that was plum mad—
Kept twirlin’ around more than I could count—
It was all sort of comical yet sad.

I crept away thinkin’ then I’d done wrong
And climbed back in my bedroll on the range—
But I could still hear that night hawker’s song
And in my mind that lonely dance seemed strange.

Summers last forever for a young buck,
Yet somehow for me this one seemed too short—
But I knew my fate had changed with my luck
And that old chaff blew away in the sort.

Then one day Rowel packed gear in a hurry—
And I knew I’d heard his last herder’s song—
Said he was headin’ home to Missouri—
That he’d been at the ol’ dance much too long.

Then Rowel said something I still remember
About livin’ out your life as you age:
He said savor sunsets in September,
Because life’s a short sashay on the sage.

So now night herds are silently sleepin’—
And for years I’ve been here where I belong—
The night herder’s song is in my keepin’
And I sing it as I dance to the song. 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sweetest Song

Lord guide me in Jesus name
And let me sing a sweet refrain
A melody to touch your soul
A Godly song that wont grow old
A song inspired by your love
That’s sung by angels high above
A psalm that speaks of God’s own Son
And of the victory that He won
O’er the world, the flesh and Satan’s grasp
O’er all our sins of the past
He took sin’s power and made it  null
On a hill known as the Skull
‘Twas there the sweetest song was sung
When Jesus uttered “it is done”.


Details | Sonnet | |

Song without a voice

A saddest song within me idly pursed
Is lodged in lyrical melancholy.
A muted voice attempts to sing a verse
But only soundless words escape from me.
Its somber composition might as well
Be blank without a pleasing melody.
The lyrics are lost as sinners in Hell.
The couplet verses filled with self-pity.
An aria within my doleful soul;
A piece that never will be heard by ears.
A single opus creation, surreal
And limited, saddening with no tears.
A song without a voice to sing it's sad
Refrain-enough to drive me raving mad.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fabel38

 Fabel38 
Fabel38 
 
 
Pheonix 
 
 
CharlaxFabels 
 
 “Pheonix is experimental courses involving the release of prisoners into society”: 
Professor Hardon was now speaking to his children “he was thinking of them 
already as his child and children he was daydreaming of a future world 
populated by his prisoners released into Society to jerk the world around on HIS 
string. When you do a book report eye the TUTOR have to grade them please 
read only CharlaxFables so you will learn something better and eye can pass all 
of you with highest honors. The Bathroom has been painted and the graffiti is 
fresh and it has to be one of you. NO almost Screaming Tommy Gunn jumped up 
and SPEWED his filthy words at the teacher. We think it is the girl that works as a 
Library assistant for she is not helping the people who are not students. The 
rules would work in a NAZI society there would be no loud talking in the library 
they Matron would walk among the computors and swing her MILLYCLUB if 
someone snickered. The portable classrooms have not yet arrived and the 
prisoners keep milling about in the library chasing a hope and a dream to the 
door of a classroom hoping it will magically appear in front of them while Charlax 
cries. 
 Plugs are not available only in the outlets at the mall where you can also buy 
coffee in a latte snicker at the freezing cold and hold thy nose with burgers 
smelling like a dead old cow went yearning in the afterbrushes reeds and 
rushes in the ditches working on the center stone of the idea of the century. The 
Pig is dead the Rat is born a Chinaman's surprised the chinaberry's were so 
plastic tasting never boiled them never tried them after fried in oil and butter and 
the batter would be better with some butter and some soil. A man told me bugs 
are good sources of protein how can one man go so very wrong he is not alive in 
the same sense as ewe and eye. The semblance of an android to this human 
image eye become is striking mee on both my nerves today seems like a 
memory of half baked love. The Pheonix is now rising up the ashes of the 
judgments' won. 
 The Tutor is the elephant. The classroom is the world the students are the girls 
in love. The lady has a favorite song 

ewe aer my song 

my hearts desire 

my love of fortune 

smiling down 

my sweetYheart ewe 

my early life 

my later years 

my only love 

a song 

The Teacher is a ruler and a lover of the song. 
The professor is a lover and a ruler of them all. 


Details | Free verse | |

pointlessness

what happened to me
why is my head in my hands
for hours on the floor
im not crying
tears of boredom
the song rolls
the song rolls
couldnt see this happening to me
but here we go again
whats happening to me
my head on the floor
all day again
my hands on my head
caving in again
not sure if im giving up
not sure if im caring at all
what am i supposed to do
i think they won
won what
not sure what i lost
this was before my broken nose
before i was kicked out of the churches castle

i dont want to be me
im not sure im even an active participant in my own life
do i need to be here
do you even need me here
i dont even make noise
just drive the nails you give me in my own coffin
until this way the wickedness comes

my hands in the air never made it stop
the screaming
of false accusations
your sing alongs of my paranoias
i dont understand why im here to learn from my loneliness
the lesson of me as one and you as them being seperate from we
yet you are we to one anothere seperate from me
i wish i could be replaced
suppressed by this higher being
tormenting me inside and out
is this his only pleasure
is it a girl
does it even matter
will it ever be over
am i glad to be a monument of what forever feels like
so i can tell the difference when its taken away
i obviously dont matter

head on the floor
memories of the beatings
memories of name callings
memories of loneliness
cant do anything right
can't wait to die
just want to die my way
tired of your game
whoever you are
make me want something
almost achieve it
everyone else gets it easy
then its taken from my view and i forget about it 
to be left with nothing
to sit on the floor crying
counting my possesions in my head
badges of pain
never saw this coming
dreams for you to take away
and you live through them
rub them in my face
too ashamed to fight for them
what a waste
waste of everything
probably let you down
probably
the only thing you could bank on is that i would fail
just sit here and complain
make up my own truth through the confusion
and then feel guilty for being wrong
wait for the punishment
for being me
and then hope to die
and never have control over my own fate
tell myself this is my destiny

all day
minutes to hours
the sun falls darkness
i get up
go to bed
don't know why i spent all day
all day with my head on the floor
giving up
head in my hands
on the floor


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.


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom's Song O' Joy

I sing a song O' joy
For antiquated times
O' how the people did fly...

Searching the starry skies
Listening for the babes cry
Still, sing I must O' joy...

Liberty frees girl and boy
Father's search the nights
A new mother soon sighs...

Viewing contemptible lies
Tearing at our young’s lives 
Yet, we sing the songs O ‘joy

Liberty’ freed girl and boy
As we hear the babes cry
A tear is shed from mine eye

Once as girls and boys so forlorn
Now as men and women 
Standing tall and strong

O‘ joy, we‘re singing -- Freedom’s Song
All eyes are on the prize
Because the people did fly…
We sing your song O’ Joy


Details | Free verse | |

Memory Lane

Come with me, let's remember the days
 when life was easy and free,
  let's turn back the pages of time
   and be young once again.

Can you hear the song playing,
 do you hear its haunting strain?
  do you recall the traces of the music
   coming down memory lane?

My life is so empty, I need to escape,
 those happy days are dead and gone,
  they will never come back again,
   so here I just pretend.

Can you hear the song playing,
 do you hear its haunting strain?
  do you recall the traces of the music
   coming down memory lane?

Yes, it floats down memory lane.


Details | I do not know? | |

What the Soul Wants

When we speak we sing along
We take this in turns
But within this dreary song
There is no rhythm
And if I say that we are lost
The pace will grow here
The beat is set and you will go
Why must the song become fear?

If we find the perfect rhyme
And if we follow
The love can grow and in time
The gaps aren’t hollow
Within this place we are so free
It’s where we live now
The lies were never meant to be
It takes away our souls

If only life knew this law
I know that it would smile
 Love is true and is meant for all
And not just for a while
So if life’s true and we’re alive
Why don’t we try this?
Life is short and soon we’ll die
So why not live for bliss

Just sing along and know you’re here
The perfect song for all kind
Just drift along and know what’s dear
What counts is what’s inside
So take what’s lost and grasp your thoughts
Just see you’re so blind
The perfect world cannot be taught
But it’s what we will find
It’s within all minds


Details | I do not know? | |

Without Eyes

You speak
To some secret side of me
Some part     I can't say
Is there

Sometimes I hate you
What?   some little thing
But I always come back
Even though you'll never love me

Maybe it's more  Who you are
Than acts or words
Or maybe who you Try to be
Or who you Think you should

Maybe it's who I think you are
But maybe it's that secret side
The secret part of you
Your secret sacred song

Your song    playing somewhere deep
Deeper in me
Than my own ears can hear
Than thought can recognize

But it's you alright - You have the key to the lock
On the dungeon door on the back side of my heart
That room or tomb or womb in me
Where feelings are born    without eyes

Some secret part of me
Where no light Never shines
And in that place
Your song    is the Sun


Details | I do not know? | |

First Draught

let the memories fill y’ with feelings so familiar
The melody re echoes in my head
A song I’ve heard before
Slipping in to wreck the rhythm’s rhyme
A try to write a song as creative juices spring
A rush to hum along and every thing goes wrong
As words just disappear in ragged time
And country pictures fill my opened mind
That certain time of day that oh so special way
Our eyes just turned to see the sky and we knew why
Fingers swiftly stroke and pick a rill of running time
And thoughts and feelings form to laughing words  of  rhyme
But nothing fits to fill this crying need
To truly tell it  burning in the fire of joy sublime