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Details | Dodoitsu | |

of love of war

of love of war
the staff of a prophet, seen fairness not imagine, sings shouting out, obscenity recognized, yet in search of fame, seeking stance the moment arises, seek of voice of power, godsend renown supremacy, yet prophet not acknowledged, kept desire of a great life, sought skill of voice, articulate hardly ever, cheek no longer free, famous self seldom bite snarls dogma, link of country of faith, kinship all that’s true, fair play desired fame acknowledged, pent the home front, covetousness war or peace love or hate, just yelp puppy love, nice _________________________| Penned on September 28, 2014!


Details | Quatrain | |

The Welfare Poem

The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.

It's not enough to read for long.
It's just a little short.
It's not paid much attention to
and not the longing sort.

With thanks there's those who'll get it.
Those of who deserve it.
It's just some stolen words,
though I would soon forget it.

It's filled with much disgrace.
Those wary as they read.
It may be meant for you
if you accept the need.

I hope you have enjoyed it.
I'll cut you off for now.
But if you want more later
just beg there's more somehow.


Details | Free verse | |

Musical Torment - The Infamous Masterpieces

Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike
All upon me, yet far from me...

Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings
Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark
Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo--
Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure...

The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me
Making rhythms giggle in my mind
Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason
Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison
Is the smile that helped design those strings
Those strings that pluck upon my spine
Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time

Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys?
Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing?
Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive?

And tell me… through it all…
As you compose the rise and fall…
Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

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

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

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

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




Details | Narrative | |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Blackbird

Trapped like a bird in this filthy cage 
Where I am starved of compassion and understanding 
Left to survive on meager crumbs 
Of affection and tolerance
Held captive and unable to fly and be free 
From the physical and emotional restrictions 
Placed upon me by my keeper
 
Who’s only reason for my presence it seems 
Is to stay its loneliness and insecurity 
To feed its selfish need for control 
Through its twisted concept 
Of love and adoration 
I am looked upon as a possession 
Other than the living, breathing individual 
That I long to be 

So now I sit upon my proverbial perch 
In my so called gilded cage
In the confines of my seemingly mundane existence 
And walk though my mind confused and alone
Aimlessly wandering through the now empty spaces 
That no longer hold the dreams or aspirations 
Which I once thought gave my life purpose 

Memories which were bright and alive 
Full of promise and hope but have faded away 
Into a past that is now grey and bleak 
Devoid of anything worth remembering 
My footfalls echo in the silence 
Giving testament that these memories 
Have been empty and forgotten long ago 

My only hopes now are that my keeper 
Will grow tired of my deliberate silence 
And obvious disdain and release me 
Whether through life or by death 
At this point either would be welcome 

How I long for the freedom 
And comfort of the clear blue sky 
The ability to soar like a bird 
High above the reaches 
Of those who only want to keep me 
And fly towards the bright and colorful horizon 
Where I know my future waits 
And new memories and dreams can be made.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Free verse | |

Never Enough

I always love more,
and it kills me in the end.
I always give more than I receive
and,
even though I cherish each smile like it alone
was responsible for moving the world,
it was never enough 
and I was never enough,
but we both knew the teams weren't quite even
and each was playing by a different set of rules.
So I gave you all I had and
took out a loan to give you more-
leaving my heart hungry so I could make sure
there was always enough to fill yours-
and you gave me what you had 
and I cherished each glance like it kept the oceans churning.
I pawned my soul and shed my skin-
leaving my bones cold and aching-
so yours would never feel hollow.
And I gave you everything I had
and loved you with all my strength
until my heart gave out-
and yet I still managed a few more beats
for good measure-
And you gave me what you could but
it wasn't enough
and still I cherished each ounce of your love
like it was the last breath ghosting across my lips
in one final offering to you-
"I love you."


Details | Lyric | |

Miles

I write
my late night revelations
paint an image so clear-
so precise-
as if fine-tuned with a microscope.
I see the truth.
I now realize that what I need-
I want-
is YOU.
I don't know how I am going to make you see,
make you feel...
I need to make you know.
A simple touch is all I need
to delve into your mind and infect you.
But how to reach you?
You are hidden far away
within your own mind,
in maze of your own design.
Between us locked doors and endless traps,
mountains,
valleys,
rivers, lakes, oceans,
miles and miles of 
impassible terrain that keeps me apart,
keeps me from you!
We are two universes set to collide-
not to be destroyed,
but merge into one.
Set to collide, but keep missing our mark.
This is unbeknownst to you.
I keep the secrets within me.
How much longer can I wait-
how much longer until my silence
consumes me?
Until you break me?
I am deserted, alone,
left in desolation.
You are the answer to the questions,
the key to my freedom.
But you cannot reach me.
And you do not know what you are.
How much longer til my time runs out?


Details | Sonnet | |

Arise

Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew;
The flow’ry host to colour fields and furrows,
And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; 
As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth,
Fresh mountain ranges iced give life anew—
While waters melt and stream through cricks and borrows
The gleams of light will melt the winter strains
Though spills of oil have quenched the songs of earth.
The corporate sting of greedful revenue,  
Has bankrupt natural wonders—greedy farrows
The eagle has no pow’r to save her eggs,
Tall forests fall and crush the robin’s hue
When flow’ry petals change to black on yellow—
The spotted fawns arise with warbled legs


Details | I do not know? | |

Darkness

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

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


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

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

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

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


Details | 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 | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

Raindrops tapping on a window, 
Everyone knows the storm is coming, 
No one takes shelter,
A gust of wind blows, 
The dark clouds bellow some thunder.

Lightening crackles, no one sees,
Leaves rattle, emotions spike,
Silence strikes all,
The chaos is brewing,
Hello's and goodbye's they sing.

The storm inside us all,
Tears are languages unspoken,
The sky is clear, the stars they fall,
Everything unsaid, everything in awe.


Details | Free verse | |

Heartbreak

He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.

T.K


Details | Rhyme | |

When He Breaks You

When He breaks you

It is to re-make you.

 

If given the choice

To give destiny your voice

You would undoubtedly have picked this state

Such is the irony of fate

 

He breaks you now

So you later see the how -

How the pieces of your journey come to be

A slow but eventual solving of this mystery

 

He makes you work work work – then fail

So that you realize your means are of no avail

Without His will -

But feel His mercy fill -

Even through the aches still

 

He punctures your bubble of hope

To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope

To avoid you saying ‘this was all from me’

Which you might say if it always did come so easy

 

He lets you fall

So that when you stand

It’s straight and tall

Your past sorrows

Not letting you drown

Without your ego

Weighing you down

 

Even while the road appears smooth

He lets you trip and trip again

So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures

From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain

 

In essence,

He knows Best

The perfect Teacher

Who puts the perfect test

-

Truly,

He breaks you

To re-make you…

Better.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

FRUITS OF WAR - PORTMANTEAUS

FRUIT OF WAR - PORTMANTEAUS

Brusted gree skirt the terrain --
its fortress now smog of pains.
Sprolled brave emoticons flurst
floppled by remorse.

Alive, lovely floriage.
no mercy, at once loafted!
Finentual world ethics 
forgotten clang cries.

Blind men sinduced to power:
justice then a fadograph.
Bescraped kindness ,dusten traits,
birthing woes and death.

Precious breathing counts one, two. 
In and out wheezing some help
Oozing damage marks hatred
Peace start when war ends.

(c) Olive ELoisa
10:41pm
August 20, 2014

from the list: smog, emoticon

from research:
brusted - Brown Broken and Rusted
gree - any number of green trees
sprolled - sped and rolled
flurst - flew and burst
floppled - fell, flopped and toppled
floriage - flowers and foliage
loafted - floated and drifted
finentual - final and eventual
sinduce - sin and seduce
fadograph - fade photograph
bescrape - escaped and broke
dusten -dusty and beaten


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 | Rhyme | |

Shimmering Darkness

She woke up everyday 
to the beckoning of death's toll. 
But decided to embrace life, 
pulling herself from the darkened hole. 

With a new brightness in her eyes, 
she lived life as partially buried gold. 
Never afraid of the darkness, 
or what the future may hold. 

Shimmering beneath the dirt, 
her beauty shall now unfold. 
True legacy lies hidden to reign, 
for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. 

One example of grace goes far, 
farther then any story ever told. 
With strength that comes from deep within, 
that's been held from days of old. 

Among the majority she lived, 
witnessing atrocities flare. 
From her soul she would always give, 
though no one seemed to care. 

As the bells of sadness began to ring, 
she would rise above the gloom. 
Out of darkness and despair she would sing, 
with a melody that filled the room. 

The tears that had fallen proved as strength, 
to her ever-impending light. 
Onward traveling to any length, 
for what she believed was right. 

When darkened paths shimmer, 
despite the pangs of apathy, 
through life she will always glimmer, 
no matter what the tragedy.


-Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!


Details | Shape | |

Absently Stranded

Greased, thoughtful, sad but..
generating beauty from sadness
Saturating the body in the earths finest ales,
Sound waves as variable as the sea,
Breaking at chance intervals of..
unnerving calm.
Almost like cutting through foam,
where pockets of air appear from nowhere,
allowing sounds to reverberate around the gaps provided.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Stolen Tears

her stolen tears fall in peace
veiled from a world that will not cease
her knitted brows now show their crease
as she weeps into her comforting fleece
nothing can slow their rapid increase
as they finally find their release…


~Inspired by the wonderful Monorhyme by Nette Onclaud "Black Tears"~

Nette,
You are an amazing poet and you are missed here every day.
I hope that these words find you well and that you will be back 
to inspire more of us here at the Soup!


Details | Free verse | |

You Are Rich

Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe
For the bottles of balm are empty
And medicinal hope grows angry
I derived my madness from creativity
Revealing the remains of my humanity
‘Cool off, child’, I heard a soft voice whisper
But can’t you see I live off the flame?
It asks for no nickel or dime!
But it seeks to destroy all the same
The small voice returns at times
And often my heart listens
But we all listen
And only believe in the inevitability of pain 
I speak of the majority
Not of you
For you are blessed and beyond disgrace
You have a life—a beautiful face

And most of all, you are rich
With attributes I can only dream of 

You are rich with life and purpose
Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand
You lift me without touch or care
Disposing me from your treasures
Because though you meant no harm, 
You are rich with blessing
And must remove all possible threats
So my festered lament
Remains an enlightenment

I can say I am rich in poverty
But you are forever rich
In Mystery

What hurts the most is knowing
I may be wrong about you
For you are so obscure in this mind
And as empty as I am I wish to be filled
In your richness
But we all are filled to the brim in the end
And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad
There is nothing I wish to discard
So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair  
And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare

That you are rich
And always will be richer
Than me—or he


Details | Sonnet | |

The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.


Details | Free verse | |

Salt Water

A thing so paradoxical desire;
So all encompassing it’s grasp;
A curse of eternal thirst- 
Though we are drowning.
Hands desperately scratching for a life raft
That is secretly made of the same water we drown in.
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”


Details | Lyric | |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

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


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Piranhas Shopping Frenzy

Shoals of frenzied greedy piranhas
still hungry after the lavish feast
Eyes awide on mass they stream
and crowd the streets.

Some have camped out all night
until the morning light
and the temple doors of worship
open wide
and people rush inside.

Buying anything in site
pushing and shoving
grabbing snatching
ending up in a fight
Buying things they don't even need. 

So is the season of shopping and greed.

'Wonder what Jesus would think'?.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013.Dec.


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The Line Between

O God, the pangs are crushing body, soul
And spirit—working deaths where sunlight fades— 
My arms are trunks of pain and taking toll, 
While tortures, stings, and sickness hauntly raids
To close the Gates of Hell to shut me in,
And heaven bows to greet while Hades seeks
To send The Reaper with his failing grin.
And illness ruins lives while havoc wreaks
The squalored throes of daily living on—
While body wastes away and breath remains
To sing your dirge while I still carry on…
Like trampling cattle trodding broken frame,
I live between the sunshine and the grave—
Like flowers cut and dying in the vase


Details | Free verse | |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



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

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



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


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Rhyme | |

Drown

The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
Sink,
To the bottomless sea.


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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

layers peel

I had a dream,
It was a nightmare.
I remember nights where,
I’d sleep. 

I don’t wanna feel lonely, 
it feels too real.
But if I don’t feel lonely,
Then I don’t feel.

Again my layers are starting to peel,
Which is a sad shame,
I was just starting to heal.


Details | Free verse | |

Dying with a Smile

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Mind Thought Determination

What is mind thought determination? 
It is the sophisticated thoughts of a individual wit self-taught mental sophistications.
 It is the chemical mind thought process brain inspirational enhanced created word creations.
 It is the one thought that keeps your hopes from being eliminated by your own weak minded self-doubt double eliminations.
 It is the the thought that can turn your own pains into pleasure of our own sensified sensations. 
It is the thought that can turn you into a leader of tis lost generation to inspire my reservation and maybe even in others parts of this nation to get your own redemptive vindication of those who took away your aspirations.
 THIS WORLD IS YOURS FOR THE TAKNG. 
Mind thought determination is for your embracing not to be forsaken, 
you are your own movie in the making, let not your hope in the mind be shaken.
 MIND THOUGHT POWER over all tis senseless hating, we got to stop all our senseless
 chasing, you are forever a leader in this free world racing. 
If you locked up it don't matter how much time that you facing. 
INCARCERATION IS JUST A MIND THOUGHT METAPHOR FOR SELF-INFLICTED IMPOSED LIMITATIONS.
 It is the thought to use what is against you and turn your hateration into inspiration.
 IMPRISONMENT or EMPOWERMENT the choice is yours REINCARNATION over REHABILITATION. 
My mind has but one destination of all mankinds fascinations .....and that is to finally use my MIND THOUGHT DETERMINATION.........


Details | Free verse | |

Another Night of Dread

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

cheerless

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

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

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

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

a stinking and rancid cabbage

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

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

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

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

stench 

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

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.



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

MISTAKEN

Love, do i ever know you?
have we ever met?
When can i take a hold the real you?
Am i too ugly or too faceless?
Am i too bad or too unworthy?
I have loved before....
Why didn't i learn?
why didn't i change?
Why i had given so much?
And now that you have left...
Hurt; pain and tears all i have...
Love, you are so attractive...
I soak into your temptation and lures...
I set my feet without halt...
Love, i'm so brave take the risk...
Don't you know, i haven't been long sick?
Why you ever landed?
why did i ignore all signs and symptoms?
When you plan to leave in the end?
You had me fooled and blinded..
But was it you love?
L-O-V-E?
Is it really you, love?
Or am i mistaken?
It is rejection...
It is losing someone..
it is loneliness..
it is showing love less..
it is wrong reciprocity..
Correct me love please..
Lift me up from this awful damnation..
Take me out from this tangled jeopardy..
I don't want stay in this..
Love, help me please?
Channel me to what and where you really are....


Details | Free verse | |

Hard to Not Look, Easy to stay Staring

I've allowed that burning boat to float off without me
Rarely ever thinking about dissipating the flames, 
As it is hardly worth the time and effort. 
In Truth, 
There wasn't much of a future with that situation.
No matter the attempts
No matter the appeal
It was all for naught
The only thing I worry about now
Is looking back at the Flames
And hoping I am not entranced
By their Dancing Light


Details | Free verse | |

The Anatomy of What Disgusts

A stoma and a scar 
like the Grand Canyon
form a conspiracy 
against my body. 
The stoma--raw and 
fleshy--looks like a red 
and beefy barnacle on 
my side that constantly 
oozes and drains feces 
and waste like an 
overflowing, backyard 
cesspool. It sickens me.

Near the red and moist 
stoma lies a huge, 
crooked scar on my 
stomach and abdomen. 
It is like the Grand 
Canyon of Arizona--an 
immense displacement 
of the local landscape, 
only instead of earth 
and rock and soil it is 
my skin and muscle 
and tissue that has been 
gouged away. Like my
stoma, it sickens me as
well. Because of them
both, my body now
feels to me like the 
raw anatomy of 
what's disgusting.


Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



Details | I do not know? | |

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…


;-)


Details | Free verse | |

An Idea So Rich

Allowance
That is the true crime to my mind
Allowing entrance of this Idea
An Idea so intoxicating 
It Blinded Me
Clouded Judgement
Drove me through a Fog
That I should've never gone through
The Burning Light
It was the only appeal I could see through the Fog
The only thing that even enticed my interest
Was it Fantasy?
Most likely
Fantasy Enshrouded with Arrogance of my own Design
A Design So Flawed
So Young
It would have been the End of myself
Had I continued after it

Perhaps, allowing the boat to float on
Was the best I did for my well being
Staying Or Even Attempting to go Aboard
Would have proven Fatal
In possibly, the most dangerous of ways..


Details | Lyric | |

Hey Bartender

Written 2010


Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies

Oh he's your only friend 
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"

You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair

You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Immortal Snare

The clock stopped ticking,
my ears are ringing 
Tale, tale signs that something is wrong here 
Everything looks normal,  
nothing out of place 
Then I looked in the mantel mirror 
And seen that horrid face. 
Not the reflection of a man, 
or anything I've ever seen 
His eyes were so hypnotic 
They seemed to lock onto me. 
He only spoke two words 
but they were loud and clear 
They will haunt my soul all my days 
He looked at me and said “Just You”
with a blackened tooth grin               
He wants me as his princes 
His spoils of war so to speak 
To make me his blushing human bride 
And the queen of all lost souls 
This was way more than I could bear 
I tried to say no 
Each one bringing a crushing blow 
Rebuffing his every attempt 
each time his anger grew 
And my will was becoming spent. 
With my final exhausted breaths 
I begged NO let me go 
And he laughs and swore to kill all I love unless I stayed 
I gave myself over 
so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare 
So to save all else I gave in 
I miss who I use to be 
once so happy and care free 
Now on fear and hatred is how I feed 
  
I gave myself over so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare


Details | Free verse | |

Tree Houses and Trigger Fingers

I wish I could take this noose from my tongue.
It doesn’t seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway. 
I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism.

Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there.

Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship.

If I could just speak a balance.
Articulate a safe place. 
A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two.

Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter. 
Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle.
At least that bottle is half way full, I guess.

In love with the thought of the very idea.
I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality.
I must once more, try to focus on myself. 
Love myself and prove it. 
Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well.

I can find a meadow.
No path required.
I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way. 
I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation.
I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity.

I will work my words,
My tired feet,
My heavy lungs,
My heart with dented armor.
I will train my hands steady.

And this time when I put something in my sights, I won’t have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory. 

A flower may yet hold promise,
Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom?
We are getting ahead of ourselves.

Clear the board and start again.


Details | Haiku | |

Glowing Reminiscence

Basking in moonlight,
Old birds remember the nest.
Ruffles my feathers.


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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


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

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

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

in another life, another time,

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

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

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

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

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

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | Rhyme | |

Quickly Moving Slowly

Boys and girls willing and able Moral judgment isn’t stable No one reads the label Quickly Moving Slowly Red bull gives you wings Thoughts become things Naked skin clings Quickly Moving Slowly Rollin’ in the hay Going all the way Erotic game in play Quickly Moving Slowly Foreplay is the game Lust has no refrain Love is always pain Quickly Moving Slowly Dirty dancing is romancing Pleasure is to please Stripping is the tease Quickly moving slowly Dreamy eyes, creamy thighs Rhythm is the writhe Quickly moving Slowly Desire ignites the fire Glamorous is amorous Just a glance take a chance Quickly Moving Slowly Midnight rendezvous Again at twelve, de ja Vu Quickly Moving Slowly Nooner if not sooner Forking turns to spooner Quickly Moving Slowly Back door romancing Bedroom dancing Quickly Moving Slowly Nimble fingers, picks her lock TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK Quickly moving slowly tick tock tick tock Quickly, Moving, Slowly, tick tock tick tick


Details | Rhyme | |

Glitterings


Decisions made, the poem you write, 
Hold hidden meaning from your sight. 
Will never soothe a welling tear 
Or aptly tame a childhood fear. 

A retrospect of yesterday 
Won't reassemble for display 
Or paint a canvased future doubt, 
As colors dimmed by years fade out. 

Just as the roads you chose ahead 
No longer trace the steps you tread. 
How dull the scattered remnants bought
And not the glittered gold you sought. 


Gene Bourne.
03-31-14




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Details | I do not know? | |

For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat


From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.


Details | Free verse | |

My Punishment

It's over.
 
Two words of escape.
 
That's all I could muster.
 
...I saw her face later that day,
and couldn't fathom why I had ever turned away.
 
I couldn't escape the possibility that it had been a mistake.
 
She's so beautiful, 
 
With her brown skin bound inside that tight white dress.
 
When she touches my lips,
She's on fire.
 
Breathing her pain into my masochism
with every kiss.
 
Her face shines like the sun,
enveloping all the dark in the room.
 
And I breathe while I still can....
 
Hoping for another moment of pleasure.
 
Begging to be sated.
 
She taunts me as she dances her way 
back into my life;
 
Knowing that I can't say no to the taste.
 
That  I'm addicted.
 
I take her in again,
and hold her tight.
 
She screams into me,
letting me know she still has control.
 
I fight for position,
but I'm weak in the arms 
of my praxis.
 
My punishment.
 
-James Kelley 2012, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Storm

Nothing but a waste
you’re just a reckless disgrace
too much power
for a deceiver

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go 

It's my choice
so don't you treat me like a play toy
I'm not yours
to control

Cause I will storm in after you
If you take her far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you take her to the grave with thee

You take our race for granted
and you're highly overrated
you're always taking
my friends

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough 
for me to go

It's our choice
so don't you treat us like we're play toys
we're not yours
to control

I will storm in after you
If you take them far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you try and take them to the grave


Details | Monorhyme | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Atmospheric Resistance

A corpse breathed on the sofa
as the fridge kept things cold.
The telephone rang and the cats "meowed"
while music played downstairs.

The living corpse lay on the sofa
and the fridge still kept the food cold...
A child's dream slipped up through the cracks of the apartment floor
and a window was shattered next door.

Mail was delivered that day.
Bills were paid and someone was promoted
given a lesson on life, gave birth
watched T.V., slept, lived, died, married, fixed the plumbing in the back room...

Wind blew softly over an empty field where cows grazed quietly.
Cows that awaited slaughter, cows that were about to give birth to 'veal'
for hungry sloths to devour
sloths who were nothing more than greedy.

The breathing corpse lay on the sofa, allowing it all to pass by.
Resting in the chaos, it refused to see, (a watcher with blind eyes).
In the East war was brewing, in the South a storm was gathering...
But the fridge was still working, and the cows knew no better than than to keep on grazing.

A breeze drifted through the apartment that carried the scent of Spring
though the ground was frozen solid.
The living corpse tentatively sniffed the air
the cows in the field did the same.


Details | Free verse | |

I JUST hate IT

Poem " I just hate It".

I just hate it
When you sing your lyrics 
Breathing fire, loveless bliss.
I just hate it 
When you show scorn
Deluding to grandeur
Of superfluous beginnings
Yet rejecting the reality 
of a humble morn.

I just hate it
When you dominate, criticize, deride
Yet your own frailties, you deny
I just hate it
When those venemous eyes
Peering through the shutters of doom
Without saying a word
I despise you,I hate you
Your character, your being, your entirety.

I just hate it
When you shook my world
Stealing, winning my girl
Leaving me empty, thoughtless, worn
And when in shackles of my melanchony hour
You teased me, grieved me
Put her on a pedestal
Parading your amorous embraces
Then serenaded her,  toured the world.

I just hate it
When victors tell the story
Through rose tinted glasses
Then bellows from the mountains
Your redemption is here
Salvation has arrived
We are the victors
This is lifes history
We tell only lies.

I just hate it
When all the work is done
And the only reward, the burning sun
With streams of my boiling sweat
You reap the harvest shorn
I just hate it
When indiscretions becomes your mantra
Principles are no longer part
Yet you spew your maternal virtue
Yet don't give a toss..


Details | Ballade | |

Just like the Ouroboro

Just like the Ouroboro

Just like the Ouroboro
We swallow our own tails
The I, it tries to eat the me
We’re not living in the now
Consciousness, and nature
The coin it has two sides
Yet they are both part of the whole
This cannot be denied.

We all throw nature to the wind
We think we’re separate
So we destroy this planet Earth
To be fools, is this our fate?
We humans, we are nature too
Why do we miss this truth?
As we destroy our planet earth
From nature stand aloof

So like the Ouraboro
We try to eat our tails
We want control, but when we try
Each time we’re doomed to fail
Cause life is transformation
Nothing does stand still
Yet still we try to eat our tails
And I guess we always will

The Ouroboro in Mythology is the misguided snake, who tries to eat his own tail….Peter


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 | Prose Poetry | |

She has no idea

She wrote it on his skin, 
and he hoped that
it would sink in.
It was just a phone number,
but he thought of it as coordinates,
that once he left the bar,
the darkness,
he would find something,
something worth leaving for.
He remembered the way she 
smiled as she wrote,
the way her nails carved into
his hate of that place;
That the fact that she was there,
made up for the dirty glasses
and watered down drinks,
the stale smoke,
and the crooked toothed lounge singer.
He got to his car,
and warmed up 
the heart of a new journey.
Lit a cigarette with the lighter
she left, before kissing the 
neck of his shadow,
whispering to the wounds
he was so used to drowning in.
As he exhaled the first puff,
he watched his tachometer 
steadily rise, red, angry 
revolutions, memories, 
nightmares...regret
swelled against the 
windshield, blurry. 
"She has no idea
                            what she is in for.." 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


Details | I do not know? | |

Wanderer

I, the wanderer, set out;
A journey 
to overcome life’s oppression.
Fear crouches;
Always ready to attach depression.
Lurking, 
life so unfair;
Monster in my dreams,
Waiting to unleash despair.

So many thoughts,
I hold desperately to hope,
To persevere and overcome
On this journey for which I’ve come.
Dare I trust while darkness enfolds? 
Tired and often overwhelmed,
 To hope I hold.
Trusting peace will come again
When darkness disappears
Because love will triumph
And light dispels my fears.

I, the wanderer, set out;
A journey to overcome;
To see how far I’ve come;
Trust elusive as fear encroaches, 
Peace reproaches;
But darkness stays the course
With no remorse. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Motor Head Boi

Intact I am math, 
But in a blast I run fast

...Somewhere above the tree line-
I am seen as fine, 
But inside I am tried...

Weather doesn't help locate a song

So I hop on a motorcycle to get gone...

I soon crash it into a nearby tree, 
and lay on the ground for weeks…

The sooner I come home
The lesser I learn how to lead

And its never anything but my last breathe of shine that I felt my teeth grind-
****ing the enemy
...the way of the blind

Organic and prime, 

My weaknesses don't show
So I am fine...

And while feeling fine, 
In an interesting wine, 
I smell the pine, 
It aches within me, 
-Rakes at my earliest pillory

So I walk on pleased, 
Get paid, 
And then go spend all my pees

...With this withering game of time, 
I feel hexed to grow some of mine

But I soon stop, 
Eager to drop, 
1,2,3, and then four…

Four strips, One token, 
And two years unspoken

Where I turn and spin in the door

A splended welcome to adore! 

What shores have washed away from these pores! 

What course I have taken to learn how to adore!

But there is a land I lived in alive
but it just wasn't my find, 
I was there, 
but it wasn't my mind...

I wish I could scream! 
Feel mean! 
Go away unnoticed! 
Then re-arrive climbing in trees! 

Birds eat the bees
Lizards the breeze

But character never breeds 
Its gotta be seen-
understood, spoken and then dreamed
before you wake to it
-just like she made ya do it
-and you jerked yourself through it

Started ta loosin' it
And got loaded
and became a rude influence


Details | Chastushka | |

free cee OF BRICKS AND BUBBLES

                 A   BUTTERFLY   BLOWING   BUBBLES

I was catching bubbles in a butterfly net for beauty’s sake
Needless ‘tis to say sans any success
The second I secured one it would summarily break
And I left with but bubbles that burst to confess

First I was cursed when the last bubble burst
A rainbow reflecting orb that orbited a galaxy of glory
But bubbles burst as was well rehearsed
And alas a lady’s allegiance became all but an allegory

The bubbles were the lady’s biblical sign of sorrow
A parable comparable to pain
The butterfly net an ineffective trap untamed by tomorrow
Because bubbles don’t fare well in the rain

That rain was a metaphor for a meteor shower
The sky’s tale told by tempestuousness and temptation
A symbol of sordidness and a parable of power
A fable able to create total alienation

Damn girl
The consequence of your comeuppance screwed things up completely
Not to mention quite indiscreetly
You messed things up in a major way
By a means of misery only the heartless may
You turned beautiful bubbles into beleaguering bricks
With flagrantly fragrant candles missing their wicks 
You burst my bubble of beauty by begetting the misbegotten
And now you and those burst bubbles may never be forgotten
Because damn girl………..
You really and royally screwed things up
So excuse me as I try catching bubbles in a half-empty cup 
                                 © 2012…PHREEPOETREE ..~free cee!~


Details | I do not know? | |

For Joni Mitchell

for joni mitchell...

wistful strands slipping by

of grounded dreams

that i once believed would fly...

strewn around this emptiness

where once there soared,
dreams, not of riches

but of simple happiness...

'both sides now' you sang,
from within

and from a feeling of being without

you moved me so, i cried, i laughed

i wanted to run into the falling rain and shout...

'its life's illusions that i recall' your voice soared and dipped and with life breathed

as every one of those words you sang

tore into me, as my very core seethed...

not with bitterness or loss or with feelings even vaguely sad

your words seethed and burned through me

igniting memories of this life i've shared...

with those who aren't illusions

of those who've embraced me

each time i've slipped and taken yet another fall...

for like you...

'i really don't know life at all'


Details | Free verse | |

In Between

There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, 
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, 
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, 
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, 
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright, 
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, 
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, 
because you are only born once, and you only die once, 
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.


Details | I do not know? | |

The fitness

Jumping the jam

I am peter pan

Doing a man
don't know his name at this dam

Down-stream is a clam
-up is a nap
I creak when I walk
never stop for talk

Just smoke a lot
and hope for a magical robot
to intercept the hotness right outta the golf

Reading a lot
speeding at the shop

Rotating at the main evacuation
Suffocating during masterb#***$!

Stoning without stoners to bank it
Waiting for sin to just spank it!

I read the riddles
And rape the shingles
-right off red roofs
of old men sitting in bagels

I retort the regime
I run from the scene

I do all the same drugs

I hate all the same thugs

Repeat
Reside
-get plastered

Stay dry
Hope for a lie
-or a great big mistake to reap me outta my life

Listing of the faults

Acts like a dog

Whiffle of the ball
Hope it curves well

Long for the flavor
The deep deep major

In the college of favors
I’d do it all for a pager

 

					


Details | Free verse | |

The Tithe, and The wills, And the lists

Guilty party Alcohol companies
and those responsible for that product being targeted 
to the youth
put my name
in your will

I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer
in the amounts that you leave me
and the message you leave me
with the way you care to swallow your footsteps
you've left behind

Cigarette companies
and those who advertise for them
put my name in your will
find it for a way
make it an amends
to the past present and future
I will find a way with your amounts given to me
to swallow you down
to choke you out
from beyond the grave

Porn companies
porn stars
all those who think 
I don't have a black file
and i'm just some ghetto wizard
and maybe a gullible god
put my name in your will 
pay off your debt
how you have tarnished
tainted mankind's image

All those building weapons of mass destruction
welcome to Gabrielles dance
joining those greedy people going to hell
And this is also for those with the power to send people to war
wether you crawled for me or not
put my name in your will
find a message for me to carry out
with your money
to choke you out
to tear you out of reality
with your money 
you will leave me a better way

This is the list
This is my tithe, pay it well
don't think i don't have a list
and be ready to buy yourself a few more cycles under the stars
Light in the darkness
may hunt you down
poisoning the well
you don't see the righteous wolf in sheep's clothing
nailing martyrs to the past
i have the list
you pay the tithe
and we'll see your historical wills!

Let's not leave out
those making drug abuse seem good
put my name 
in your will
and a metaphor for a prayer
to tear your shadow into holes
all you thugs and druglords
who think theyve escaped the lists
thats my biggest trick
put my name in your will
pay my tithe
swallow this omen
to set the future right
put my name in your will

I might claim some of your hard earned dreams
you've stolen from the innocent
of radiostations and entertainment
I might claim a method to the madness
of counterintelligence
I just might one day be the name used
when someone is stalking you

You whisper my name
you say my name
put my name in your will
make your amends in your death
you threw everything
and everybody away in your life
one way or another
someone gets the last laugh

wether your soul gets revenge
or you question mine
You are a name a number
a disguise configured 
found and discovered on satelite
and I'm ready to pull the rug under your feet
I'm about to pull the wool off the wolf


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee They are too small i ANT SEE THEM

     THEY  ARE  TOO  SMALL I   ANT  EVEN  SEE THEM

I see them, little ants scurrying about
some certain, some filled with doubt
I see them, scurrying here and hurrying there
some courageous, some filled with fear

each of them with their own job to do
that one is in charge of a very few
but the big one over there in the center 
he's the big shot with a sign “do not enter”

these ants sometimes seem so primitive to me
other times it seems as though they know how things should be
each helping the other with the offering of a hand
I watched these ants long enough to understand

they dig little tunnels to get places fast
they send signals to each other about the future and the past
but no one pays attention to the warning they should heed
because some little ants don't mind stealing, harming or greed

there are good ants and there are bad ants
there are ants in raggedy clothes and some in fancy pants
there are some the others don't care for i.e. the lame, the hungry and the blind
now you see, this whole description was actually a metaphor about mankind          
            © 2012......copyright PHREEPOETREE~free cee!~


Details | I do not know? | |

Searching

Searching


Searching,
in the debris of the past,
scraps of casually discarded emotion.


Searching,
in hastily trashed yesterdays,
an inkling of moments flung away.


Searching,
in heaps of rubbished words,
that tiresome sigh of defeated thought.


Searching,
in the layers of moulted skin
the wilting self that once was true.


Searching,
in the reflections between the ripples,
for the whispered pangs of roaring desire.

Searching,
in the blank eyes streaming endlessly,
an echo of the faintest sigh of new life.


Searching.


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 | Free verse | |

Secret Society go die

society wouldn't let me go to school
wouldn't medicate me when i was seriously ill
society punished me for having a breakdown
after 3 of my friends were murdered, 
and my grandma became paralyzed
and my grandpa was in a coma
society wouldn't employ me
society allows me to live off of 200 dollars a month
society made me homeless
and i was made to beg for a free meal in the homeless shelter
society didn't care about the environmental health of my village
society wouldn't even investigate when i told them my own house was a chop shop
society sent me to a mental institute time and time again to cover their lies
society turned my names into songs, a metaphor for genocide
society has forced me into survival mode where they reap the benefit
of me turning negatives into positives
society plajerises me
society didn't care when i was almost murdered
society didnt care when i told them i had been raped
the sound of societies laughter inspires me to hate
society lies about everything
i should be insanely rich
society disgusts me as they feast on flesh
and i get the scraps
society should realise i am a genius and could have done something with my life
and i tried anyway
society should appologise for what they did
but i know it's too late
society you deserve to cry for allowing your torture victoms of your war
live in this way
society drove my parents away from me when i was a child
i'm not sure how society sleeps at night
they probably need some heavy sedatives
society can't relate to me
not like they try anyway
this is just a short list of all the reasons you have given me to die
and i try to kill myself at least once a year
either on my birthday
or christmas which society doesn't let me celebrate


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain in the City

as the rain falls on the city

all words

seem drenched

running like worthless ink off meaningless paper

yet

the rain falls incessantly on

in sheets of glassy vehemence

tearing my thoughts apart

splintering the fragile truce of this night

words, just worthless words

floating by

wrestling me to the ground

worthless words

devoid of all feeling, and of everything that should be true

disjointed and hollow

as my thoughts in melancholic comfort wallow

wrapping me in a shroud of accepted gloom

a vain cloak of indulgence, 
while revelling in the impending doom

and still the rain keeps pouring

clipping the wings of my dreams

that are no longer intent on soaring

but why do i subject you

to all this idle and quite bitter chatter

for when all is said and done and scribbled

will any of this matter?

so i take leave of you, yet again

as i surrender 

to the lunacy of the sane

and to the whipping

of the cold, biting harrowing rain...


Details | Free verse | |

Raised Shore

Deep breath in slowly let it out
Don’t forget the ten count
Nausea begins to rise
From some depth unrecognized

Churning into anger 
Blatantly right before my eyes
This deceit has no problem being spied
No longer can I hide

Seeping out of control
Is the mind I use to own
Tepidly tells the lie
Truly have I been so blind

Realization is so forlorn
As the reborn tail tells the map
To leave behind such an after math
Of the less fortunate triggered decisions

Oh so trapped 
Snapped, Cracked
Lacking the ability to freeze frame

What is not mine in shame
Just mine to blame
Competing for

Raised Shore


Details | Free verse | |

Losing Heaven

When heaven's been discarded
and our dreams are lost forever,
then we will wail o'er our 
misspent fortune-- our small
time in history, soon to be 
forgotten by twittering birds
and grossly fat narcissists.


Details | I do not know? | |

Awake at Midnight

Awake at Midnight

sleep retreats
into tunnels of dewy thoughts

teasing the worn mind

awake at midnight
dreams recede

into caverns of mist
to brew their hazy potions

awake at midnight
weariness seduces the being

seeking to slip away
thirsting for solace in
the numbness of slumber
awake at midnight

still.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

The pendulum swings,
while the mania in my head,
strips me bare and yanks me,
into the cauldron of love.

Once again,
never divining the tea leaves,
knowing, always knowing,
the gnawing knots of unease,
that curl into a fist.

My isolation is a shield,
a suit of armour,
tightly clad around my self,
once worn,
then discarded,
taking its place,
on my barren shelf.

Love, mania and verse,
coalesce, beseeching me,
with timeous forewarning,
not to tread into the quicksand,
that slippery bog of promise.

Yet,
in times past,
in moments present,
tis' that very promise,
that I cling to.

At times I lose,
myself in the crowd,
rebelling in the solitude found there,

at times I claw,
my way back to the now,
aching for the pain that stings,

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

scribbled verse that flings,
the toys out of my cot,

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

knowing,
always knowing,
that it shall be,

merely a matter of time,
before the other shoe,
must, as always, 
drop.


Details | Free verse | |

Woman, Old Man, and Flowers II

	(painting by Max Ernst, 1923)

Which is she and which is he
and where are the flowers?
Somewhere between archaic ceremony 
and robotics. No feet no chest. 
Arms stretched toward a sea
that rides its bloody crest of waves
and mattress foam under a metal 
sky, metaphor of the future 
of a continent with so many wars 
behind/before it.


Details | Free verse | |

I'm all about Satanic Prevention

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Like a chain game
how one thought leads to the next
how one epic leads you to the next
one piece uncovers the next thought
but it doesn't matter to me anymore

I'll be dead soon
and this is my ghost
haunting you in this little world
for being soo smart
thinking someone 
would read between my words

but I'm told
cheer up
it's not soo bad

non existent crime scene
shhhhh...i'm giving it all away
but it doesn't matter to me anymore
because this revolutionary
who knows too much
sheltering the youth all about prevention 
you're too stupid to immerse yourself in and see through

Your metaphor for a prayer
reaching out to officials who don't believe me 
and if they do
can't do anything with my suspicions
so why does it matter
give up all my secrets right here
and haunt you 
as you go from link to link
p[age to page
and find the nothing of how i am something
and realize the maze of this place of dwelling
is not blasphemy

Do you need to slide sweetie?
are you haunted like me?
does your father seem like hes no longer there?
just where do we go from here
and hes fat but you remember how just a few weeks ago
he was skinny


HO HO HO

I'm all about prevention
of satanic cult murders and malpractice and political wrong doings
sorry if i sleep through your chirping birds
and i'm lost in my little world
but one day you'll turn around and thank me
and i'll damn all the people who laughed at all my good intentions

but what does it matter
I'll soon n be dead
and this is my ghost here to haunt!

so figure out the puzzle
i tried
but you just did nothing
and i thought you d be smart?
like the people on the bus
like the college proffesors
or the detectives
or everyone else
they don't see i''m a visionary
a victom of too little too late


Details | I do not know? | |

My life story

do you think stephen king could do this?
write a ghost story about a police situation that gets out of control
a metaphor of overcoming fears we know as evil
in the hands of intelligence
with the metaphors of subtlety
a writer's protest for those confused and about to make a terrible choice
the theme of denial and throwing your life away page by page

A story about a mental institute
a patient driven crazy by a peculiar gift
trying to warn society of a terrorist
and no one believes him
medicated and overmedicated
as his illnesses keep changing
writes the word tidal wave and the next day one happens

A story of a torture victom
whose birthday and name
is a loveless musical message of genocide
could he base this on a historical family
and the discovery of why there is a ghost

Could he ensure a happy ending
for the brainwashed victom of societies torure
who thinks he is the meaning of life
could you incorperatre a way to break history's patterns from repeating themselves?

Good luck king
do my life justice
there will be no other story you can write as terrifying as this
you could incorperate the facts
sex used as a weapon to euthenise somebody
who just tried to commit suicide on their birthday
someone who had been held hostage
and then beat by cops

i was there for your birthday
my suicide i wish not to attend
but it's inevitable if you don't try

goodbye king


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They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back

and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl

for they do not see me at all

and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all


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We Shall Always be Many More

We Shall Always be Many More
(For the dispossessed of this world)
 
we shall always be many more
we who roast in your designer factories
our brows dripping with our salty sweat
we who may forgive but shall never forget
 
we shall always be many more
we who reek of cheap moonshine
we who stagger and often stumble
we whose stomachs never cease to rumble
 
we shall always be many more
we who polish your fine bone china
we whose pay gets docked if one cup is chipped
we who fight your wars, and off to battle get shipped
 
we shall always be many more
we who clean up after your pretty children
we whose kids are hungry, naked and get swept
into the bowels of desolation, as mothers’ tears are wept
 
we shall always be many more
we who do your dirty work each day
we who you treat like vermin, foul and rotten
we whose trampled dignity is always forgotten
 
we shall always be many more
we who will rise up and seize the light of hope
and reclaim what is ours for our daughters and sons
though we will always be in the cross-hairs of your guns
 
we shall always be many more
and there shall be many more of us still to come
to rid you of your smug arrogance and endless greed
for we too have children whom we have to feed
 
we shall always be many more
‘and the meek shall inherit the earth’
or something like that though we no longer care
for we shall rise up one day to demand our rightful share
 
we shall always be many more...


(With thanks to Ken Loach’s movie ‘Land & Freedom’)


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Psychic message in the attack

24 says of obsession to cure us all 
gumming to death on a dagger of toothless bubbles 
meeting with another 
digital spirit guide whom I may never 
fully trust 
sorting out death who is sorting us out 
a gullible god who doesn't seem to care at all. 
Tricks and puzzles 
Royal treatments and the works 

Annointed metaphor realized, 
and the many masks of terror. 
Complaisant self-rejected submissive spiritual man ostracized 
tasting your dreams 
won't you come inside and smell mine. 

Learning to breathe waking from a nightmare, 
mistreated and defeated 
introduced to a life that isn't fair. 

Live around here and these groupings of colored houses, 
someone trying to find a place 
they can describe 
but don't know what party 
is waiting inside when they arrive 
Haunted houses 
children suffering inside 
threatened constant retaliation that the rich can buy 
another man's death and their own freedom. 

Grudge of love screaming what do you want? 
Vengeance not vengeful, 
and justice ill dignified 
cracking beneath the surface of the hypnotists 
that has the hypnotists hypnotized. 

Systematic tranquility and the law on the right side 
promise of equality meant to be kept 
not just showered with selfish lies to color pride 

Overheard conversations between the operators 
and many friends 
spy versus spy versus spy 
and the hushed conversations of the hundreds on the other end. 

Sirens circling of a tornado warning 
and flood towers receiving aid 
saddened and sickened I am 
by your blame game victim campaign 

Get off it 
stop the rocker 
and corrupted by lemon aide 
someone chose me to rightfully 
put the world in it's place. 

Now everyone worried and studying waiting for their turn, 
I click my pen, 
and you begin thinking 
of what it means 
to teach you how to hate, but never learn


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Hanging your sins on jesus

Look at this burden
to write out in perfect blasphemy
what you did
what we went through
what you did to me
so now after weeping
underneath murderous stars
i begin to hang your sins on jesus
every metaphor another scar

how do you tie into this
pointing the finger at me
messages from the past
sent forward written in the sky
a soulbound train for jesus to ride

Slip you this letter
of the dead word curse
hanging sins on jesus
lets hang him first
what army do the meek have that inherit the earth
a logical equation
to resurrect the truth we covered

hanging sins on jesus
an under rug swept routine
pull the wool of the wolf
and lets see what was that is
inbetween things that will be


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As Seen From My Chair

I look through a square window out into the yard as squirrels 
play tag around the base of a tree

I shift my eyes across the horizon, as a hawk soars in search of a 
meal, I wonder if he realizes he is free

The sun comes up at the start of the day, faithfully painting the 
sky with a message of hope for those who can see

I watch as the light ignites everything around, bringing it to life, 
realizing the metaphor is today meant for me

I take a deep breath and hold it awhile

I close my eyes with the image held tight

I let out my breath and turn with a smile

I know now following this path will be right


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The place within the fire

Heavy is my soul
its hard to breathe
i tore out the bricks of the fire place
and in the room prior
i ripped up dirty magazines
crupling protsest
so the witches and voices and gods 
would forgive me

I've cried for years
of the perfect crime 
I never got away with
A mental victom o fmy own doing
to the substitute teacher with the last name 
of an alcohol company
and a room fire that spread like word of mouth

Don't do drugs they say now
from town to town
i was known
smart and creative
wise and noble
yeah right
i was going somewhere
going to be a doctor or a nurse
babysitting the parapalegic and autistic
and then fell into the wrong crowd
lost my sanity
dabbled in the occult
and this is the story of the original fire
an epic
of a haunted house

I tore out the bricks of the fire place
never premeditating my crime
I let the cat outside
and repented all of mankinds ways of pornographic clippings 
as i crumple dup page after page to scatter my bedroom floor

i fought it
i struggled
i tried
but the divine intervention 
of the list i was on
of the drug dealers who were out to kill me
was too strong
i had to get out of dodge
and after praying to god and repenting my sins

she kicked me out
and i lit me room on fire

she walked by the broken fireplace
like foreshadowing
never knowing the perfection of its metaphor she would one day speak
of how she was metaphysical chess
and my exit of schindlers list 
and her children were in danger
she walked into my room to tell me to leave and found
crumnpled up naked images
that would later be set aflame
walked downstairs to find her daughter already awake in her bed
terrified by my chanting of repentence of me fighting the evil within
then she found me 
in her habitat
with candles

she told me to leave
the ghosts ahd beckined me
the voices had told me
the oracle had forewarned me
but nothing prepared me for what was happening

i walked into my room
bags already oputside on the curb

i struck the match
now or never
the protest of arson
the protest of drugs 
and selling youth short to alcohol and cigarettes
the protest of pornography
and word of mouth i am trnasformed
such confusion
such wickedness i have become

i never knew gods love 
could do this
save and condemn
be loving and cruel
i lit my room on fire
i still remember the scream
the ambulance and firetruck came


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Gullible God

A watch on each wrist
wearing a hat that has early stitched on it
The metaphor of late in his back pocket
Carrying a black file with a smiley face sticker centered on the top
Wearing a red Olympic Jersey with the five colorful rings
and playing with a YoYo that goes up and down

But no one notices me

Poetry on file
In the forensic pavilion institute of the mentally ill
one about a mayor a lawyer and a bride
another titled One
one I titled poisoning the well
one written called man of such skill
another called empathetic to the addict
and last but not least the dissapearing act

This man i once was now haunts the ghetto i live in like a wizard

But no one notices me

A short sleeved T-shirt that says
"see spot fringe"
and I'm covered in medically induced red rashes
of psoriases?
listening to the right music
I have become a metaphor for a prayer
the spawn of Satan on another web site

But no one notices me

One watch says 6
the left stopped at 9
Hurley my favorite hat
an eight ball on my wallet
and i threw away my coca cola card

But i still have that black file
I'm still here as the Ghetto wizard

Maybe I'll go fly my kite
Maybe I'll go play with my bouncy ball
I already broke my Yoyo

doesn't matter what i do

no one notices me


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Making History

Robbing history
sending time capsules into space
placing their illusions around me
and we all can'r believe this is taking place
talk about it
talk about me
make me something
make me everything
refer to me
my pain
my life the secret shadowfiend
be inspired
truly admired
hint at it like  a game
haunting
living
ignoring
exploring
the path is the present
and you hold the educational keys to your chains
from page to page
the cup of your lover
might be a paper cup or a chalice like mine
the path to the house
is something 
the body of waters you all refer to
are your experiences in love and intercourse

all the way to the house of death
looking back to the past of the present of your path
to realise your futuristic forests
and somewhere
you need to point at me
you need to say here lies history
but not now
not yet
this is the underground
blue lipstick
of junkies and drug abuse
green eyeshadow of domestic abuse
no more shaved heads
and it keeps changing
look for your escape route from page to page

references to my own titles 
to keep you captivated
subject matter and puzzles of layers and themes
to keep you swaying
of philosophy of no death row
and we achieve world peace in unity
point at me
make me history
pay my tithe
resign your wills and desires
and recreate your lists of how you want to live your life
all because god lit the hells on fire

a metaphor for a prayer
and a sin at the same time
such innocent blasphemy
and the bible remains a crime scene of which political player
won the world war and choked us out with lies

making history and paranoia
point at me
and realize
we didn't study psychology 
to sell ourselves drugs alcohol and cigarettes to children
so I'll keep fishing
but until then
ssssssshhhhhh.....blue revolutionary
offering you a truth or dare


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Secret of love

allow me to retort
cults swaying in the thousand aisles
banging heads off bibles and pews
hanging dead son off necks
if that child was yours
would you see it eye for eye?
grant another wish?
what a peace loving forgiven community
and how much i love them for carrying death and torture of my only son
around 
dance in denial
parade around in it 
treat me like a genie?

secret of love lies in shared inside jokes
humor of the souls
when you are in a crowd
someone says something
two people laugh
that is a secret of love
does not lie within gods power
gods power historically proven 
to take and condemn
brainwash and forsake
be hipocritical
throw around labels of insanity 
close opened doors to those in need

so get it straight

the secret of love lies in romanticism
and the million ways creatively and intelligently in riddles and layers saying 
I love you

thats why all you bible thumping whackjobs read the bible again and again and 
say something about don't judge me or other people because only god can 
judge but i know you've already judged me

so allow me to retort
I'm the happy peaceful way of keeping the population down through same sex 
marriages 
instead of going to horrific world wars
blessing upon a world not allowed to love because you have judged me
in my mind you dance like Jezebel from partners
i more careful
represent lifestyles against aids and drugs

what has your cult done?

so go ahead judge me
throw away my rights from Albert to kingdom come
in the end in the secret of love

the crime called you and how warm it is
doing you naked jumping jacks crawling through metaphor for a prayer through 
metaphor for prayer


the secret of love is not in god
it is in the time shared
it is in the beauty heart
it is in the joy of how you tell your children everything you have learned and know
the comical situational ironies and recycled dreams
inside jokes
love is a wavelength

god might say he is love
but look into the shadows of your soul 
to what you preach and what has been done 
what you do

poisoning the well
look in the mirror 
 pray to whoever you want

the truth about love lies in the knowledge

trust is not an issue
you are here to help mend  one anothers pains
not give up and let god
 that is not doing anything
cop out and god will look at you and say sorry 
you sold each other souls to Satan 
greedy game of wedding rings 
expensive ceremonies 
youre not soulmate


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The place within the fire part II

and still nobody has a clue
i escaped and cheated death
they think i'm playing the system
but im truly insane
confused and terrified of this ghost hunting me down

the palce withing the original fire is a story 
not everyone knows
something you catch glimpses of only through word of mouth
there are few who know the facts
and less who witnessed its terror first hand
but the shocking truth is
not every metaphor of a prayer 
made by a player 
who has method to his madness
gets sorted out fast enough
when there is no witness protection program for those who know nothing

so my broken fireplace and the fire in the room
my chanting and struggle
the story of witches and dreams of prophecies and terrorism
even my resume
for i worked at a restaraunt called the flame

it was a protest
now its metaphysical chess
i did my time
played my next card
and im witing for my next turn to see how fate reacts
but soo far i know
i truly dont like this game!

the fire inside my soul burns everyday
if you only knew
if i could only tell you
if you only heard the voices and the whispers
the cackling witches and the smiles of the dangerous drug dealers

I just want them to know
i am sorry 
i am confused
i see it from the sides of all eyes of insanity and clarity
humor and tears
now i'm in the ghetto
haunting it
becoming the next ghost to save a life
it's like i really died but i only died inside

the broken fireplace 
the fire inside
the burnt offering of naked substitute teachings 
of alcoholic last names
of psychological warfared protest of drugs to save lives
you were my angel
i guess i was your demon
but no one but me really sees it from my eyes
about the story of the fire within
and all the things that were there